#had to repost because i realized i posted the wrong gif

[aemondstark]

"Second of His Name" 01.03 ￫ "The Green Council" 01.09

#had to repost because i realized i posted the wrong gif #tried a new coloring style not sure how i feel about it yet #or this in general lol #hotd #house of the dragon #aegon ii targaryen #alicent targaryen #hotdedit #gameofthronesdaily #alicenthightowerdaily #aegoniidaily #welighttheway #targaryensource #myedit #aliciagifs

[lucky-bucky-boy]

Restless Night

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: An impulsive phone call leads to a happy ending

Word Count: 1307

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, pet names, little to no (y/n), mentions of missions, lemme know if i missed anything  

A/N: MCU!Peter - I do plan to write something for TASM!Peter in the future but this was just easier for my brain to set up the scene. I wanted to do something different and challenged myself to write something that was more dialogue-heavy than I’ve written in a while. Not my best work, but a little smutty smut bc why not

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The soft sound of the television playing a forgotten movie almost drowned out the sound of the phone ringing, tucked under a pillow and muffled. The sweet cusp of sleep was only moments away, being dragged out by the vibrating as the first call ended and a second came through. 

The near unconsciousness caused forethought to be left behind, grabbing the phone, answering the call, and putting it to your ear. A soft "hello?" was all you could muster. 

"Hey, baby."

A tsunami of emotions flooded through your body, suddenly wide awake and hyper aware of everything that was going on; The television was nearing the end of the movie you had put on, your clock reading 1:32, the lights from the cars passing by casting various dancing shadows around your room.  

"I've missed you, baby." 

His voice was sweet, almost addictive and something you hadn't realized was a need buried deep inside you. You shuffled, forcing yourself up and sitting against the squishmallow he'd won for you on your first time, something you hadn't been able to get rid of. 

"Hi, Peter," you voice was quiet, sleep still etched between the syllables. There was a beat of silence between the two of you, "Peter, why'd you call? It's been 10 months."

Peter let out a soft sigh, you could hear him shuffling around. "Missing you really bad tonight, love. M' on a mission," there was another sigh, "I almost got hurt, like really hurt. Thankfully Bucky was there. All I could think about was you."

"Peter!" You voice was now much louder, instantly filled with worry, "Don't go and get yourself ki-"

He cut you off, "I wasn't tryna get hurt, baby. We got ambushed. We had just went in there for me to copy some information onto a drive. Ended up being some rogue Hydra agents, a leg of them we didn't even know existed." Peter was rambling and he knew it, he was starting to think the reason he called was a bad one. 

You sighed, body riddled with a million different emotions, "Pete, why'd you call me?"

"I miss you," his words had a slight whine to them, "I wanna touch you so badly, wanna hold you and kiss you."

If he was there you would have undoubtedly melted into him. The breakup was mutual, but difficult nonetheless. Between trying to focus on your career and all of the responsibilities Peter had, it was near impossible to maintain a relationship - there was no time for date nights or dinner, no time to sit and reminisce and talk about the future. For months, the only time spent together was sleeping in the same bed, which was almost always disrupted by some responsibility. 

You two loved each other, loved each other more than yourselves most days. But it had become too taxing and tiring, the constant worrying, near lack of support because attention was needed elsewhere. So, after a long, tearful date night gone wrong, the two of you agreed to break up, maybe try again when there were less things counting on you both. 

Peter regretted it immediately, but he had wanted to give you space, give you time to flourish and not worry about him. He'd asked M.J. and Ned all the time what you had been up to, he would check your Instagram and Snapchat to see the things you were posting and proud of. He did whatever he could to support you from afar. 

But tonight, tonight he dared to be selfish, he needed to be selfish. Deep down he knew it was wrong, calling you up in the middle of the night because the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and all he wanted was to be with you. 

"I miss you too, Pete." Your voice was soft again, it always was in moments like this. Where the intimacy lay just behind every fiber in your body. 

He hummed, starting to get antsy as he continued to try to figure out how to say what he wanted. "Baby, can you do me a favor?"

"What is it, Pete?" You almost hated how quickly you answered, how eager you were. 

"Touch yourself, sweetheart. I wanna hear you touch yourself."

The gasp that left you was audible. Peter was never incredibly bold, never the type to initiate unless you two were definitely alone. Even in those moments, it was always sweet and loving. But this, Peter calling in the middle of the night, a desperate whine to his words and an insane neediness that make his tone demanding. 

“Baby, if you don’t want to, you can just hang up. I won’t be upset with you.” You could hear some ruffling and the sound of metal hitting the floor. “I just miss the pretty sounds you make, miss the way your face scrunches up, miss the feeling of your skin against mine.”

This wasn’t a command you were going to disobey. He was still rambling, your mind only half paying attention to the honey-like words he was saying. “Do you want me to use my hand or one of my toys?”

He paused for a moment and you could practically hear the smile spread across his lips. “Use your hand, sweetheart. Run you hands across your body like I would.”

You could hear the moment Peter wrapped his hand around himself, a small groan leaving his lips. You listened to him, it being nearly impossible not to. "Wish you were here, Petey," the words slipped out of you as your fingers danced across your skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. 

Your eyes were pinched shut, listening to every whimper and sigh the came through your phone, doing your best to pretend your own touch was his. "Me too, God, me too. Miss kissing your skin, hearing your little gasps when I nip."

"Peter," you couldn't help but whimper, forgoing anymore teasing and quickly giving your clit the much needed attention. It never took long with Peter for you to become needy and impatient, let alone when it had been almost a year since you heard the noises he was making, "I'm not gonna last long, want you so badly," your words were gasped out between soft moans, instant pleasure radiating from your core already making your body warm.

"Me neither, baby," there was a low groan that slipped from him, strangled as he attempted to hold himself together. With every sound you made, he nearly felt like he was in a dream. But he knew this was real, his subconscious hyper aware of the thin walls in the shitty hotel he was holed up in for the night and the super soldier who undoubtedly could hear him. 

A endless stream of "fuck"s, gasps, moans, and whimpers flooded through each phone. It only took a few more minutes before the coil burst and the warmth of your high shook through your body, thighs quaking and chest heaving. Peter followed suit, a breathy moan of your name as he spilled into his hand and all over his abdomen. 

There was a lingering silence as the  other of you recovered, both taking in what has just happened while relishing in the aftermath. Peter broke the silence first, "Need to get m'self cleaned up," he mumbled. There was another beat of silence from him, "I do really miss you."

You hummed your agreement, shifting yourself into a more comfortable position. "I do really wish you were here." 

He huffed out a small laugh, a sound that was laced with relief and contentedness. "I'll be home tomorrow at 4. I still got my key, I'll bring dinner, and we can talk. How does that sound?"

Now it was your turn to laugh, excitement filling every nerve in your body. "It sounds like a date."

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[bethelighthalazia]

Storytime

Summary:  If you knew that this innocent question of your boyfriend would turn into hours of storytime, you would have lied.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: bf!Mingi X fem!reader

Word Count:  795

Warnings: none?, mentioning of Mingi´s hiatus

[note: This is actually how I was introduced to ATEEZ and their music, I just added some bf!Mingi delulu into the mix :3 This is just a little drabble I had to write down and post, hope you´ll enjoy <3]

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You were spending so much time at the dorms by now, it was as if you lived here with the boys. It was the usual cozy evening, all of you gathered on the sofa to chat, you cuddled against your boyfriend's chest. 

“Show us the video of us that made you like Ateez, please?” Mingi hummed all of a sudden, a slightly confused look on your face as you tilt your head up to see his eyes. “Like, which music video?” You asked, the others also looking very curious. After a nod from Mingi, you thought for a few moments, deciding what actually made you fall in love with Ateez’s music and their members. You were sure that you told Mingi already which one it was, so you just opened the YouTube app on the TV to pull up their ‘wonderland’ performance from kingdom - legendary war. 

Tilting your head back with a smile, it quickly dropped when you noticed Mingi's expression, a frown forming on your features and you pressed pause. “Hey…what's wrong, Mings?” You ask quietly, biting your lower lip before then looking at the others. Kingdom had been during Mingi's hiatus,you knew that, but you also thought that you already told him that this was your first time seeing them. Apparently, you didn't tell him.

“Y- you fell in love with a performance I wasn't even in?” He wasn't able to hide the slight tremble in his voice, and this was the moment you realized that it maybe would be the best to explain.

“I- well, kind of…but it's the first thing I've heard from Ateez, Mings. My sister had watched that show and, because she complained about her laptop being too small to see the performances, I told her to watch it on TV. When she did, it was the wonderland performance of you guys and, admittedly, the first one I saw and asked about…was the ‘pretty faced guy with the cloak’.” You say with a little chuckle, rubbing the skin of your neck nervously, knowing how jealous Mingi can be sometimes. But this time, he just watches you, arms wrapped around your middle and his face nuzzled against your shoulder.

“That was Seonghwa, by the way…uh, well my sister then explained to me who you guys are, but that Mingi was not in the show during that time. At first, I thought ‘okay, they're really good, but I still don't like K-pop’, but then when listening to the rest, Jongho captured me with his voice. I remember that I kept calling him Mr high note, while my sister tried to help me with the names of you all.” This drew a chuckle from everyone and Jongho's ears blushed heavily at the hidden compliment. “And then, my sister showed me music videos, Halazia was one of the first and she even told me that the one I don't know yet is a rapper and since I don't like rap, I probably won't like him either. She was wrong. The moment Mingi showed up in the music video, I was doomed.”

“Yah! What about me, y/nnie?! I looked stunning in that MV!” Wooyoung whined and you nod, agreeing with him. “Oh yeah you absolutely did. All of you guys do. But Mingi- I don't really know why him, actually. I just fell in love with his voice and, I mean, look at this gorgeous man, guys!” You couldn't help but gush about your amazing boyfriend while searching for the music video of your favorite song. Then, when Mingi first appears, you pause and everyone can see the literal heart eyes you throw at him. “Just. Look. At. Him! This is by far my most favorite look of him, by the way. I think my first thought when I saw him was that his hands would make a great neckl-” Your eyes widened and you quickly shut yourself up by putting your hand on your mouth. Wooyoung's loud cackle just added to your embarrassment while the others couldn't stop grinning. 

“Wait- so…you started to like Ateez because of your sister forcing you to watch kingdom? And then I became your bias and boyfriend?” Mingi asked, eyes wide, not making any remark about his hands being used as a necklace, but he'll definitely keep it in the back of his mind. “Hmh, exactly. Well, I couldn't decide on my bias for almost a month, to be honest…you all are so talented and, and you all are too well aware of it, so so handsome! But then my sister showed me more and more videos of you all and I realized that my heart belongs to Mingi and if I had to choose between one of you all, my answer would always be Mingi.”

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[thehusbandoden]

I Love You- Bakugou x Reader

635 words

Hey sorry for the silence. I've been dealing with some stuff, but hopefully I'll be posting a more frequently soon. Oh, this is old writing so I can't guarantee the quality. 😅

Angst-fluff

Bakugou and you get into a nasty argument, and after realizing what hard time you were having Bakugou apologizes and makes it up to you.

You were having a terrible time. You dropped down to the fourteenth place, some extra getting ahead of you, your mom was nagging you about your husband "not being good enough", your brother tried to kill your husband for a fight you started, and one of your best friends started talking smack about you.

You and your husband Katsuki have been fighting constantly, just because he was extra irritated because he "wasn't good enough". Welp that helped your insecurities, your husband was currently the number five pro hero, and was quickly escalating, but it wasn't good enough for him.

You two got into a fight last night because you asked if he could cuddle and watch a movie. You were really, really upset and on verge of a breakdown. But your husband was stubborn, he kept on telling you that it was a "waste of time" and that he had to practice. You just quietly nodded, tears threatening to emerge, but you decided to wait for your husband to leave before you breakdown, he would just get irritated.

Things would've been fine if he stopped there. But no, he just had to nag that you never did the laundry today. You snapped. You defended your mistake, you were working full time, just like him. He jabbed that he was working longer, and harder, and that's why he was number five when you were number fourteen.

It broke your heart, you didn't need him to tell you that, you told yourself that daily. You broke then and there, and he left you. He yelled that he was going to Kirishima's because he couldn't deal with your shiz. (Yes I meant to write shiz.) You just sat there, crying on the floor, for hours.

You awoke to a warm hand rubbing your shoulder, shaking you gently. You blinked open your eyes to see Katsuki, his eyes soft and worried. You blinked slowly, about to wrap your arms around his neck, but then you remembered last night and you frowned. "S-sorry Katsuki... I'll get your breakfast..." You apologize, quickly sitting up to his disappointment.

"No. Don't worry about it. Instead tell me what the he-. What's wrong with you." Bakugo demanded, frowning at your exhausted form. "Umm..... I don't know what you're talking about..." You reply, not really wanting to be made fun of by your husband for your insecurities.

Katsuki just stared at you, and he didn't stop until you gave up. "Okay fine... I'll tell you." And so you did, Katsuki had picked you up and brought you to your shared bed and laid there with you, your head on his chest as he slowly pet your head.

You spilled everything, the stress of your mother -which he never knew about- your brother, your hero ranking, and finally how touch starved you were from his distance. Katsuki felt terrible. You were going through all of this, and all he did was whine about not progressing fast enough.

Biting his bottom lip he squeezed you tighter, moving your head up towards his. "I am so, so sorry. I should have never said those untrue words to you, no matter if you were feeling insecure or not. That was uncalled for, and childish. I am truly sorry. I love you." He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver.

Katsuki rarely apologized, he would ony do so if he felt like he did something wrong, and if he cared for the person greatly.

Katsuki giving you such a sincere apology was heart warming, so you just wrapped you arms around his neck and brought your nose to his, foreheads touching. "I forgive you, but only if you give me lots, and lots of cuddles!" You exclaim, kissing your husband's nose tenderly. He just smiled and squeezed you tighter.

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[ramp-it-up]

Good Fit

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Reader is a bit of a player. Thigh riding, oral sex (m receiving) degradation kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Daddy kink, Sir kink, Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, implied masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, competition. Innuendo around a threesome. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

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This wasn’t revenge.

This was self indulgence.

Revenge was about the other person. This was all about you. What Chris had done just helped you to see that everyone was selfish. And that you should be too.

This realization led to your current situation:

Skating in your own slick on Henry’s thick, hairy thigh, your workout clothes on the floor of Henry’s home gym.

He’d invited you for a cozy weekend at his home after working on film together in London led to hot sex. Good food, sensational fucking and a proper work out. You could get used to this.

Riding Henry’s thigh was the result of watching him continually squatting to deadlift double your body weight, the muscles in his thighs rippling and straining against his golden tanned skin obscenely. You’d started sweating on the treadmill, and not because your incline was set to 20.

Henry happened to look over at you lusting for him, and soon you were riding his thigh on the weight bench, chasing your high like a woman possessed but deliciously controlled.

“Thaaat’s right Love. Just like that. Careful now.”

Henry’s beautiful smile and dimples had you transfixed as you modulated your movements, biting your lip to staunch the power of your impending explosion.

Your knee was near his heavy balls, which were drawing up under his thick, fat, weighty cock. Henry was grasping the base of his thick staff, squeezing and sliding his large fist in time with your undulations. 

The scent and energy of sex was heavy in the air.

“C-can I cum, Sir? Please?”

Henry frowned a bit, the brown taking over his beautiful eyes. Your plaintive whine caused him to study your face, the tears in your eyes and those luscious lips trembling as you begged for release. You were asking him for permission, but you had him under your spell.

“Not. Quite. Yet. Dove.” 

He grunted out the response, the feeling of your quivering core on his thigh causing him to leak all over his hand. You looked down at it and licked your lips, arching your back. 

“You are quite the vision like this.” 

Henry grasped your throat and squeezed a little, then slid his hand down the column of your neck to your chest and grasped your nipple and pinched. The delicious pain was almost too much and you squeezed your eyes shut to try and control the sensory inputs which were bombarding you.

“O- o- ohhhhhhh….” 

You gasped for air as you stopped moving to try and stop the inevitable.

Henry felt your clit quiver, the small piece of flesh hard and plucky on his thigh. He flexed and looked at you with a saucy smirk. You were on the verge of tears, the sinews of his muscle obliterating the last of your control.

“What’s wrong Dove? Can’t hold it?”

Henry’s lust filled eyes dragged down to where you were soaking his thigh, your juices dripping off him to the floor. He licked his lips, eager to taste.

“Sir! Please!”

“So desperate,” Henry gruffly whispered as he softly caressed you with his thumbs and admired your face flushed with desire.

“So pretty too.”

He leaned down near your nipple, his hot breath causing your vision to speckle white.

“Cum for me Dove.” 

His lips enclosed around your hard aching bud and you exploded on his thigh, body shaking as Henry continually flexed and relaxed his leg. He held on to your waist as your movements became wilder, and moved you up and down the column of his leg by force to prolong your orgasm.

Your screams echoed off the walls of his gym, and your throat was raw as you finished flying in his arms. You collapsed, still on this thigh, head on his broad sweaty shoulder.

“Holy fuck, Hen. That was…”

His deep chuckled bloomed warmth in your stomach as his hands encircled your waist again.

“Oh I’m not done with you just yet…”

He stood you up, your legs as shaky as a newborn fawn, and moved his thigh.

“I wanna clean you up, Sir.” 

You were staring at his slick thigh and cock and Henry moaned, his cock jumping against his stomach. 

“I was planning on stretching out your tight little cunt, but I’ll always give you anything you ask for, Dove.”

Henry leaned back and stretched his massive thighs as you knelt down between his legs, admiring his heavy balls and thick, wide dick, head fully projected from around the skin of his uncut shaft.

You leaned down and licked your juices from his thigh, starting near his knee, and fully sticking the width of your tongue out to catch your liquid in your mouth. Henry looked at you with hooded eyes as your tiny hand tried to grasp his cock and jack him, swiping your thumb across his massive head as you teased him with your lips and tongue.

Soon, his hands were in your hair as he pulled you near his cock, anticipation too much for him to bear. He gathered your thick tresses in his hand as you split your lip trying to swallow him, watching your eyes roll back in your head and close as you gagged and spit around him.

“Thaattssss it little Dove. Swallow like a good girl.”

“Mmmhmmmmph. Ummmhmmmm,”  was all you could say.

Right when Henry’s head was thrown back and his balls were as hard and compact as they could be before he spurted down your throat, your phone buzzed.

You did not care, but it was right beside Henry on the weight bench and his brow furrowed at the intrusion on his release.

You cursed yourself for not putting it on silent, but you tried to take Henry deeper to distract him. 

Henry’s eyes were on you, a little menacing as he reached for your phone, brought it forward to look at it. He glanced at it then frowned. He looked up at you.

“Who is ‘Thot?’”

Your eyes widened. Henry did not let you up to answer. In fact he pressed your head down further on his cock. You tried to remain calm and concentrate on breathing, but it was a chore.

‘Thot’ was the moniker that you’d renamed Chris’s contact. Why the fuck was he calling you now? Finally, Henry pulled you off his cock as the phone stopped buzzing.

“Um… a friend.” 

Henry stared you down.

“Sir.”

You tried to stare back at him innocently. It didn’t work, however. Henry knew about you and Chris and suspected that’s who it was. But you were gorgeous with your face ruined for him. He decided to let it pass.

For now.

“Oh.”

Henry’s eyes gleamed.

“Ok.”

He placed the phone on his other thigh and pressed your head down on his cock again. You breathed a sigh of relief as you got on with it.

Just as you managed to get Henry to the precipice, your phone buzzed again.

“Bloody Hell!”

Henry swore and grabbed the phone.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Henry growled.

Your eyes got wide as you saw it was Chris again, this time on facetime. For some reason, your cunt throbbed as Henry looked at it, raised his eyebrow, and answered.

Henry grinned as Chris came into view. The competition between these two was ever present.

“What the fuck!”

You heard Chris swear as Henry’s face popped up on his screen. His hand still gripped your hair, making you bob now, making you glug on his cock. Surely Chris heard it. How could he not?

“So you’re the Thot!” 

Henry chuckled as the obscene noises you were making continued. He was hard as a rock. Clearly, he was enjoying this.

“Why are you answering Y/N’s phone? Where is she?”

Henry looked down at you and you looked up at him, your pussy dripping on the floor beneath you. This debasement was so arousing. These two men. You couldn’t describe this feeling.

“She’s a little…busy. Mouth full. Can I take a message?”

Chris was blown away. He couldn’t be hearing what he thought he was hearing.

“Let me speak to her, Cavill.”

“As you wish, mate. Remember, you asked for it.”

Henry pressed the button to switch the camera, and Chris got a prime view of you gargling Henry’s cock.

The look on his face was inscrutable as you stared up at him, mouth full of Henry. The thrill of him watching made you touch yourself.

Chris didn't know what to think . He was instantly angry, but then you looked so gorgeous, lips stretched, tears and drool streaming down your face. He could tell your nipples were rock hard, and when he saw that your hand was circling your clit, his pants started to get tight.

Chris smirked at you.

“What are you doing, y/n? Are you doing something you shouldn’t?”

Henry pulled you off of him, and this time you made sure that it was with a pop. For some reason, you wanted to make a show for Chris.

“Answer the man, Dove. What in the world are you doing?” 

Henry still held your hair in your hand, and turned your face for a better view.

“I’m sucking Sir off. You said that we weren’t exclusive, and that we could get with whomever we wanted to. I want Henry.”

“That’s right, my filthy little minx. C’mere.”

Henry pulled you up for a kiss, and all Chris could see was the phone in Henry’s hand near your thigh. He could see your arousal up close now. 

“Let Chris see how good I make you feel, Dove, let him see what he’s missing out on.” 

Henry shoved the phone in your hands as he spread your thighs around his and pointed his cock at your cunt. You held your phone up for a high selfie as Chris speechlessly watched you slowly slide down and around Henry’s thick shaft.

You could see Chris shifting, and you could guess what he was doing. You were surprised, but not much. Chris Evans was a freak.

“Oh Baby doll. I knew you were a cock slut, but I thought only for Daddy’s dick.”

Chris groaned, in pain or… something else.

Henry laughed as your mouth went slack at his girth. You started bouncing and taking Chris for the ride.

“You broke me Daddy. You gave it to someone else, so I thought I could do the same. What did you think would happen?”

“I’d say you didn’t fuck her thoroughly enough, Evans. Or else she wouldn’t have come to me so readily. Or cum for me so easily.”

You caught Henry’s thumb on your clit and your face in ecstasy on camera and Chris couldn’t stand it.

“Well, I must admit, you look absolutely gorgeous taking that dick…but I bet it isn’t as good as mine.”

“Nice try, Evans. How could you leave this tight little piece up for grabs? Fool.”

Henry chuckled again and stood up, easily taking you over to the yoga mats and laying you down. Your hair was everywhere, an angelic halo as Henry and now Chris, did devilish things to you.

It was obvious what Chris was doing now as he watched your face while Henry pounded you out.

“O-o-hhhhhh… fuck… Daddy… oh Dadddyyyy.. Henry is not as… not as.. Long as you are…”

Henry pounded you harder.

“But it’s…..sssssss fuck! It’s thicker…FUCK! And It feeels so gooddddd.”

Chris was dripping in his own hand now. And you looked up, afraid, only to see Henry beaming down at you.

“I see…. I see it feels good Baby. Take it like a good girl for Daddy. You can do it.”

Chris talking you through taking Henry’s dick. Was just what you needed to cum again.

When you came down, Chris had a question.

“So which would you rather have?”

Chris panned down to remind you of what he was working with.

The fact that he was getting off almost sent you over the edge again . You dropped your phone, but Henry picked it up to capture your rapture. When your eyes opened again, the phone was in your face.

“Answer the man, Dove. Which. Would. You. Rather. Have?”

Penis punctuation got you over the edge. And the audience didn’t hurt. You put your finger in your mouth as Henry made sure to get your bouncing tits in view.

“Can you handle what I’m doing to your Baby Doll, Evans? Don’t be upset if I fuck her better….” 

Henry was talking himself to the edge. It was Chris’s turn to chuckle.

“I see her tight little pussy has got you too. Seems like shes the one fucking you. Let her answer the question, Hen.” 

Chris' mocking tone made Henry go that much harder and put his hand around your throat. 

“Shit, you’re squeezing the life outta me Dove…”

Henry peered down at you.

“You like this, don’t you?”

His hand got tighter around your windpipe, then released.

“Answer the man. Which?”

“S-Sir…”

You looked into Henry’s eyes and back at Chris on the screen.

“Daddy…”

Chris scowled at you.

“I-I - I… I can’t choose. I want both. … Need both!”

Henry’s hips stuttered at those words and Chris moaned audibly. 

“What does that mean, Dove? You want to trade off when you’re in Europe or in the states? Or do you want both of us….”

Henry had to catch his breath.

“At once?”

“Oh fuck yessss!” 

“Which would you rather have in your ass?”

“Him. Or me? Or maybe both?”

The barrage of filth from both of them caused you to arch your back and cum again, as Henry pulled out and spurted his hot spend all over your face, neck, and breasts. You could hear that Chris was cuming too, 4500 miles away.

Henry kept your phone on you as you played in his cum for the camera. You felt extremely satisfied. And extremely powerful.

You wanted more.

“Holy shit, Baby doll!”

Henry handed you the phone as he went to get a warm wet towel to clean up with.

“You did so well, Baby. Such a good girl. Are you ok? Did he hurt you?”

You smiled at Chris.

“Not in a bad way, Daddy.”

“Fuck!”

Chris was more excited than he had been in months.

“I can be in London next week. Do you want that?”

You frowned a little.

“I don’t know if Sir would want that….”

Chris laughed. 

“Trust me. I wouldn't have seen what I just saw if Cavill wasn’t cool with it. What do you want?”

You bit your lip as Henry approached you, grinning.

“I want you to come.”

“Say less. See you soon, Baby doll.”

You hung up as Henry smiled at you and your stomach did a flip.

It seemed like the pieces of your life were fitting together nicely.

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[gogotti]

Welcome Home Michael - NSFW - AFAB Reader

I swear you will only catch me using Rz!Michael gifs cause this man is so fucking FINEEEE lmfao

Anyway, I posted this fic a while back, but Im reposting it cause I felt like it deserves the spotlight again, and also, it was posted wrong lmfao. WARNINGS - smut, kissing, he goes down on you, maskless but no description, mentions of blood; you get a little cut, happy ending!

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You were up late, and as you stood against the kitchen counter scrolling through your phone you realized this wasn't normal. You sat silently in the kitchen of your home, waiting for your special guest to arrive. It seemed like he was running late. You knew better than to rush Michael Myers, but sometimes you wished that you could. Sometimes you wished you could just text him and let him know that you were gonna lock the door, the key would be hidden under some plant because you could not afford to keep replacing the door when he decided he wanted to break in.

You heard a shuffle outside, and suddenly the door flew open, lightly slamming against the wall that was behind it. You didn't bother moving, only looking over your shoulder at him as he closed the door behind himself, quickly locking it only because he knows that you prefer it. He doesn't understand why you care so much, if someone dared to break into your house he’d gladly kill them, but it made you happy so he did it.

He wasn't happy, that you could see clearly. He was covered in less gore than normal, which meant he didn't achieve his goal for the night and as a result, you had to deal with a murderously horny 27-year-old who can't express himself properly.

He trapped you against the counter and pulled your body closer to his, his hands enveloping your hips and his body completely engulfing yours, and you hummed at his warmth. “Welcome home Mikey.”

He didn't respond, but the way he pressed himself against you, grinding his hips into your behind, let you know that he was glad to be home. He slipped his left hand under your tank top, letting it settle on your stomach while the other hand moved upwards, cupping your breast in his hand. He didn't like the fact that you had a bra on, and in one swift movement, he broke it, tearing the material off of your body. You hummed, disappointed but didn't protest. You let him palm at your breast, eventually bringing his other hand up to do the same. He suddenly huffed, positioning himself properly and beginning to dry hump you, his sloppy and rough thrusts causing the handle on one of the lower cabinets to pinch into your skin in a way that stung.

You were used to him putting you in awkward positions, so you didn't bother trying to adjust yourself as that would mean fighting against him. Like this, growling as he grinds himself against you roughly and impatiently, fighting back against him would be stupid and it would have been a death wish in the early stages of your arrangement.

That's what it had started as; an arrangement formed through a simple bargain for your life. He had broken into your home for the first time that night and had caught you masturbating. He stood there, his big lumbering form standing in your doorway going completely unnoticed by you as you pleasured yourself. The only reason he didn't kill you right away was his curiosity, which you fed by opening your legs further once you noticed him and allowing him to see you entirely. He would come back the next day, while you were wrapped in a blanket hunched over your Pc and desperately trying to finish the last bit of work your boss dropped on top of you last minute. He stood in the doorway, after breaking down the door downstairs, and waited. He only watched you for a small amount of time because soon enough he was barreling toward you and grabbing you by the throat, lifting you, and carrying you to your bedroom. You got the message pretty fast, as he stood back in the doorway after tossing you on the bed, staring at you like he did that night. You seemed to move too slow for him as he growled at you, slapping his foot down on the wood of your floor as if you were some rodent and he wanted to shoo you away.

You had obeyed him, quicker this time, and positioned yourself on the bed, mimicking everything you had done, including the half an hour of edging you had done beforehand. He seemed to enjoy that, as he inched closer and closer to you with each denial until finally, he was hovering over you, watching as you finally came with a scream. A scream Michael hadn’t heard before, so it completely enamored him. He would become just as obsessed with hearing that noise from you as he was with killing. He wouldn't bother trying to make others make that noise because you knew exactly what he wanted when he showed up in your doorway, staring at you with his head tilted.

His hips finally studdered and his movement stopped, he had taken a liking to edging pretty quickly, but only rarely was he the one being edged. You would have to catch him tired, and probably covered in way more blood than you wanted on your bedsheets, to be able to edge him successfully. His grunts, groans, and *growls* were like a treat to you now, and you would drag out that moment until he threatened you with a look that you ignored, until he would painfully grab your ass if you didn't make him cum sooner rather than later.

He grabbed your sweatpants and pulled them down, and you sighed in relief as you realized that he wasn't in one of his clothes-ripping moods. He used his foot to push your feet together, keeping your legs stuck together in one spot, and positioned himself at your hole, sliding his cock between your lips a bit and brushing against your clit, causing you to let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. He kept doing that, knowing that he was slowly building up that feeling in your core, before sliding in and placing his hands on your hips. He wasn't in a patient mood as he immediately started thrusting roughly, the sound of his overalls slapping against your bare ass filled the kitchen. You were not prepared and a painful yelp ripped from your throat, causing Michael to fuck into you harder. He pushed you down against the counter, his powerful grip secured you down and you winced in pain at the angle he had you in.

Besides the pain, you felt good, so fucking good. The feeling of his cock roughly stretching you with each thrust and the stinging of the drag as he quickly pulled himself out of you, just to repeat the so painful but eye-rolling rhythm. You couldn't help but scream, struggling to find a purchase on the wall as you desperately tried to fuck back into him. He noticed immediately, pushing you further into the counter, fucking you hard, and causing the edge to slowly but surely rip into your skin, adding an extra layer of pain into the mix. You hissed when the pain finally caught up to your senses, but you knew you couldn't do anything. You cried out as he pushed you against the counter harder, your body painfully squished in between and he was cumming, grunting like a wild animal and thrusting sloppily. You couldn't help but find a sick pleasure in that pain, and each thrust that drove the edge of the cabinet into you caused a small spark of pleasure to make its way to your core like electricity. After a while, he began quickly driving into you, and you knew he was riding that high of overstimulation, his thrusts were rough and very sloppy, but they drove you to the edge of orgasming. You struggled but you managed to grab him and he turned you, at an uncomfortable angle, so that you could look at him. He didn't stop thrusting, and through rough movement, you were able to get out a loud, pitiful whine and a “Gonna cum… Please Mikey, God, I'm gonna cum…”, to spill from your mouth.

You clenched hard around his cock, Michael’s, and your cum spilled down your legs and pooled in your sweatpants. He didn't stop as you came, and you couldn't help but wail at the feeling, his cock roughly pistoning in and out until he was cumming deep in you again, and you felt the thick load get pushed out of you with his slowing movements that eventually came to a halt. You both were breathing heavily, and now it was time for a rarely-seen part of Michael to worm its way out of the gruff man.

He gently pulled out of you, making sure to watch the cum spill out of you before standing you up and resting you against the counter facing him. You don't know when he took off the mask but you were glad that he did, because after staring at you for a while he leaned in and kissed you. Michael Myers is not a very touchy-feely man, but every once in a while he’ll come home, fuck your brains out and then cuddle with you afterward. You know it's the way he shows affection when he can actually figure out *how* to show it, it's how he shows you how he’s grateful he gets an actual meal now, and how he's grateful he gets to release his frustrations into you. He grabbed onto your neck to bring you chest to chest with him as you two kissed but relaxing your body as he supported you wasn't the best idea. The pain settled in and you hissed. Michael let you go, gently moving you away so that you could lift your shirt and show him the bleeding wound on your stomach.

He lowered himself to the wound and licked it clean, licking up the blood that spilled from the wound and trailed downwards. He pulled your sweatpants down further and opened your legs, cleaning the cum that had spilled out of you and down your thighs, he continued upwards until, suddenly, his lips latched onto your clit. You yelped, grabbing onto his head and lightly pushing him away.

“Michael! Michael, wait! I can’t…”

He obviously didn't listen and continued, his tongue roughly flicking at your clit and occasionally dipping into your hole to taste you and roughly tongue fuck you a bit until you were shaking and whimpering, begging him to stop yet in the same breath begging him to keep going. You curled your body around Michael as you came and you heard the obscene slurping noises Michael was making as you came on his face.

Out of the high-pitched moans and your squirms, it took a loud, “MICHAEL!” to get him to stop. He pulled away, watching you struggle to catch your breath from his position on his knees. You breathed deeply, placing your hand on his wet and cum covered cheek and smiling at him. He huffed, rolling his eyes and standing but reaching over to kiss you on the forehead while he tucked himself away.

You laughed as he picked you up and took you upstairs, dropping you off in your bedroom and leaving for the guest bedroom to clean. You limped off to the bathroom and sat on the toilet as you started the bath. You knew Michael would be back, so you set up a bath for the two of you, lighting some candles that you enjoyed but knew Michael would end up snuffing out because they reminded him of Smiths Grove. You settled in the bath, the warm water soothing your sore muscles instantly. You could hear Michael make his way into the bathroom, so you moved up a bit, waiting for him to settle in and grab your hips, adjusting you so that he was comfortable.

You rested your head against him, causing him to groan lightly, annoyed. You smile and closed your eyes, ignoring his little attitude as he wraps his arms around you, resting his head against the wall. You wouldn’t have guessed you'd be taking a bath with a murderer, especially Michael Myers, but here you were, comfortably leaning against him and relaxing in the hot water of the bath.

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[sanigopiece]

why uta is a well-written character

reposted from twitter since i saw uta get a lot of hate on there. a lot of people seem to not get her character so i am writing this post in hopes of getting people to see the light. anyways here we go,

1. her motivations are well supported by her backstory. it all began in the tragedy in elegia years prior where shanks took the blame for the destruction of the city and left uta in the care of gordon. this led uta to being forced into a life of loneliness and isolation for the rest of her growing up years.

these feelings accumulate while she studies music until she eventually finds a den den mushi to livestream her performance. here she learns of the harshness of pirates in the outside world and coupled with her resentment towards the red haired pirates for leaving her motivates her to revisit her old dream of starting a new genesis. this is a solid way of story cohesion between uta's backstory and her actions in the present. everything ties in very nicely & its easy to understand & empathize with.

2) i've seen some complain about how uta saying that she knew all along that she had caused the destruction of elegia & called it bad writing. this was actually her way of coping with the years of isolation but also her grief in shanks leaving her.

i speculate that uta realized she caused the destruction of elegia when she learned about tot musica and when faced with this, she chooses to find someone else to blame because guilt ate away at her so she chose to continue believing the lie that shanks did it. so it isnt bad writing because we are given more context on her mental state at the time and it is meant to be a gateway for viewers to empathize with her more but i guess people missed that.

3. she is not entirely evil. yes she is a villain because she believes she is doing whats right in order to achieve her goal however she still has goodness in her heart. she could've easily kept people trapped in the song world after tot musica was defeated.

but she didnt because she realized that what she did was wrong and she changed for the better. yes there's moments in the film where she does upsetting things like tearing shanks's hat but these were done in her mentally unstable state so it is unfair to entirely fault her for her actions. she is merely a misguided and misunderstood lonely girl with a dream so dont be so hard on her. she is good deep down.

4. her character is unique. already a given since we dont have that many music centric characters except maybe brook but even brook's powers aren't linked to music so uta is really special. also her songs carry so much meaning and not only does it set the mood for most scenes but it also adds to the story. i highly recommend checking out the lyrics of each uta song because they really tie in to the events of the story and you might just enjoy her character more.

5. her canonity adds more flare to the story. oda recently confirmed uta to be canon and this means a lot to both shanks and luffy's backstory. it does not detract from their backstories but rather it gives more context like how we understand a lot more about luffy's dream and why he wants a musician in his crew thanks to uta.

as for shanks, he now has more reason of being and we also got some clues to his lineage in the movie. this is really nice since most shoe horned characters have issues when they're added to canon.

alright so thats all. its been quite the long thread but i love uta and i want more people to appreciate her instead of hating or mischaracterizing her. if i missed anything do let me know. thanks and have a nice day <3

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[tikus-library]

"The Look"

Avengers AU - Quick Fic

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

Posted: Jan 20th

WARNINGS: none, idiots being idiots

A/N: I was at the laundromat yesterday when I saw the gif and needed to write something- so gave this.

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

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“Here comes Y/N! Do the thing- do the thing!” Sam elbowed him, shit eating grin in place.

Bucky sighed with his entire soul, “Sam, it doesn't do anything, it's just a look, that's all, it doesn't matter”

“If it doesn't matter then do it.”

“Why would I?” He shot back as Sam stopped, shifted his hip out and crossed his arms.

Sam rolled his eyes to Steve, “he won't do the thing!”

“Steve get your friend”

“He's more your friend than mine these days pal,” Steve chuckled.

“Here she comes… you should see how she reacts to it, you'd understand me Steve, this one here is just an idiot.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes as Steve shrugged, shook his head and raised his hands in classic ‘I don't know’ fashion. “fine-” he bit out, stepping out between them and tipping his head down and looking up at you.

Today couldn't get worse. Today everything was wrong. Today every file that was sent to you was backwards or upside down, some were even corrupted and Tony thought it was the funniest shit, as if you could be any later now you had to do a quick debriefing of the three stooges that were currently coming back in from a mission and really as if you didn't get enough shoved on your plate– wonderful, you perked up realizing the three were right there, together, you could get it done in five minutes as long as you heckled them.

You could just stare at Steve or Sam. They were good, wholesome, wonderful guys that were not the sergeant. Not that Bucky wasn't wholesome or handsome– actually he was very handsome, distractingly so, especially when he smiled, or put his hand through his hair, or just breathed in your general vicinity.

Speaking of the Sergeant you saw him step forwards and meet your gaze, head dropping, hair shifting forwards to frame his face, lips pressed down and bright blue eyes focused on you.

Your brain flat lined.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her determined steps halting, Bucky cocked his head to the side and was surprised when she did an abrupt about face and practically RAN back in the direction she had come from. He shoved a hand into his face.

Great, now you were scared of him, as if he didn't have enough trouble figuring out what to say to you. Now you wouldn't show your face around him.

Steve guffawed, bringing Bucky back out of his depressed thoughts. “Good gawd Buck, I forgot the effect you had on a woman.”

“What?!” He demanded, “she ran out of here in fear for her life!” Sam cracked, a howl of laughter spilling forth, Bucky clenched his fists, “you think that's funny?”

Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, “that wasn't fear man! That girl wants you, she wants you real bad.”

Bucky jerked back, blinking hard. “No.”

Steve nodded as he looked over at him. “That wasn't fear pal, that was panic, I can tell you this much – Y/N is quiet because when she does speak she can't keep her mouth in check, which usually tends to land her in hot water.”

Bucky turned to Sam, who was wiping away a few tears, “she has literally called us both hot, but said there was no way she would date us.”

“But when I asked her for her opinion on you–” Steve laughed, but sobered and leveled a look at him, “buddy, ya need to talk to her.”

“It was pretty colorful,” Sam murmured

“What did she say?” Bucky asked.

Sam shook his head, looking over at Steve, “did you see the way she shivered at the look?”

Steve nodded laughing as he moved around Bucky, “makes you realize what she said had to be true.”

Sam gasped as the two continued to walk, “Y/N! She really is full of surprises! Scandalous!!!”

“WHAT DID SHE SAY?!” Bucky cried following the two.

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[tonberry-yoda]

I have an idea! I have really bad food issues and a lot of times eating at certain restaurants makes me sick, so there's like a 60% chance I'll be throwing up in a restaurant every time. So how about headcannons or maybe a short drabble for different bnha characters who knew their boyfriend had food issues but didn't realize how bad it was until they went to check on him?

Some of the character I really want are iida, hizashi, Aizawa, Monoma, and Shoji. If you want to add more or don't want to do any of these go ahead and change up the list ^^

Iida, Present Mic, Aizawa, Monoma, and Shoji with a reader who has some food issues

notes - HI! Sorry this took some time but I was finally able to get to it! I already let you know how I changed it up a bit, so I hope you don't mind that they decide to cook for the reader instead!!! I hope you have a super day and stay super hydrated! <3

Iida

this man would make sure you are fed the way you need to be

if he were to ever take you on a date, he would ask exactly what you would want to eat at a restaurant and research until he finds the perfect one

usually though, he prefers to cook for you

at first, you were a little nervous to tell him about the situation and kind of just avoided eating when he would take you out to somewhere to eat

but being the loving bf he is, he asked exactly what was going on and you were honest, as you could trust him

from then on, he kept record of your favorite foods and made sure that what he was making you was exactly what you enjoyed!

he wants you to stay healthy and happy and will do anything to make that happen <3

Present Mic

im sorry but this man cannot cook for the life of him

i mean he definitely tried to learn once he heard about your problem

know that he's trying <3

but at the end of the day, he will have you pick the place that you go eat or will eat what you cook if that's what you like to do!

but I think he stresses that he's going to be doing the wrong thing if he takes you out, just assure him that he's doing alright <3

he just loves you so much and wants to make you happy and make sure you're healthy, so he'll do anything for you <3

Aizawa

MAMMA AIZAWA TIME

this man will take care of you TO THE EXTREME

he will learn to cook anything for you and even bake if you have a sweet tooth

i feel like he had to cook for himself at a very young age and I see him as a pretty picky eater, so he can definitely help make you something that will help you out

he doesnt often take you out to eat just because that isn't super his jam

he made a love language out of cooking for you and just loves to see the smile on your face after you eat something

Monoma

he will treat you like the most important thing in his life

so yes

that means with food too

he definitely had to learn how to cook or get some friends to help, but know that he's putting in the effort

he feels like that isn't his best way of showing you his love since he's still trying, but know he will put in the effort!!!!!

teach him if you can because he is willing to learn, even if he is embarrassed that he has to ask for help lol

Shoji

a man of many talents

i feel like this man can cook like no other

so if you tell him what you love, expect it to be there for you as a breakfast in bed, or a surprise lunch <3

he wants to make sure you are well fed especially with your problem and he will do anything to make sure that is done

he will try new things or even ask you to teach him what you like to eat

he just cares about you a lot and knows how important food is, so he will do anything <3

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[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

Come Back To Me- Emily Prentiss X FemReader!

Synopsis: Emily comes back from the dead, and your world just flipped upside down again. Or right side up?

Warnings: mentions of death and depression, angst but I make it better. lmk if I missed any.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/n: I decided to post my other OneShots here and hopefully open the floodgates to more requests, hope you enjoy! All likes, comments, and reblogs welcomed!

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

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It was approaching another month. Another month that you desperately wished didn't arrive. One more month since your other half was taken, no ripped, from you.

Emily was your everything, the only light to be found amongst your plethora of darkness. Single-handedly, she swooped in and saved you, saving you from things that you didn't even know you needed to be saved from.

Alas, after every broken sob that came from you behind closed doors, you began to hide your heartbreak from the team. It was proven difficult, not just because they're a group of profilers but also because they're your family. The closest thing you have to one. Though, you started to become better at hiding your pain. Pushing through your heartache for the sake of your job and the others.

Even though you and Emily were together, you felt as if you had no right to mourn her more than the others. Thinking it'd be selfish of you to make the others see and deal with your pain on top of theirs. No, you'd bury it deep within you like you did everything else.

After all, the one person you could open up to was gone.

The days never got easier, but you didn't let on to it. You had finally gotten used to the fact that she was gone just enough for you to not break down at the mere thought of Emily, only while in front of anyone else of course.

The thought of another month arriving took hold of your thoughts, leaving a shell of you sitting at your desk in the bullpen.

You could hear the light conversations and shuffling of paperwork from your coworkers around you. Aside from Spencer, he was overanalyzing your daydreaming, a habit of his you've learned to ignore.

Suddenly, Hotch and JJ pulled the team into the round table room.

Confusion overtook everyone as there was no mention of a new case to be solved. A stoic Hotch stood in front of the tv with a worried-looking JJ standing beside him.

With one look, you knew that something was wrong and they were afraid of something. You were a profiler after all. But what they were afraid of, you had no idea. And that terrified you more.

You kept looking between the blonde and the brunette standing just off to the left of you, stealing a glance around the room to see everyone else as equally confused.

Derek was the first one to break the uncomfortable silence, "What's going on? Everything alright?"

Hotch lowered his head just slightly as he spoke next, "Seven months ago, I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know, Emily lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize-"

Your stomach instantly churned and dropped, leaving you feeling as if you were to be sick. You heard the words Hotch was saying, but you couldn't process them.

A ringing began in your ears as you began to realize exactly what he was saying. Tears instantly violated your eyes, coming to the surface with the threat of falling.

You couldn't look away from Hotch, "No." A pathetic attempt of a whisper left your lips. Or at least you thought it did.

This can't be happening.

"She's alive?" Garcia spoke with disbelief.

"No." You whispered once more, a single tear escaping.

Spencer almost didn't want to believe it, "But, we buried her?"

"No." You spoke a little louder, you weren't sure what emotion you were feeling at this moment.

A movement at the doorway, the one you walked through just moments ago, grabbed everyone's attention. Looking up, you saw something, someone, you thought you'd never see again. If it weren't for the others around you, you would've sworn you were dreaming.

"No. No!" You stand from the table, the emotions and pain becoming too difficult to bare.

"Y/n-" Emily tried talking to you, to get you to hear her.

But you need to leave, you don't want to risk the team seeing you break down again. You disliked them witnessing the first time it occurred, the moment JJ and Hotch came around the corner in the hospital to tell everyone that 'she never made it off the table'. You always, and still do, thought that there were dozens of other ways she could've worded it, and she chose that.

"NO." You all but shouted.

You go to exit through the other door in the round room but Hotch attempted to stop you by standing in front of you, "No! Y-You, stay away from me!" You say as you push past him.

He lied to you. He lied to you about the most important person in your life. And that's enough for you to want to leave this place and never return.

You rushed down the stairs, quickly coming up to your desk. You opened the bottom drawer and swapped your gun and badge for your bag. You can feel the team watching you from the windows, but that's not enough to stop you, not even close.

You hear rushed movements, unsurprised that someone came after you. What you weren't expecting was the person that was behind you. Emily came up to you. Normally under any other circumstance, she would've been plenty to stop you in your trail, but not now.

And what did surprise you, was that she was standing in front of you. In the flesh. The Emily Prentiss that you buried just months ago, standing in front of you.

The tears are completely streaming down your face, "Y/n, please wait," Emily tried.

This was already too much to bare, but hearing her voice so close to you, that's an entirely new type of difficulty, "No! You should've known that I can't handle this," Your eyes scanned her in disbelief. "You, you- UGH!" You were frustrated with everything.

Frustrated with yourself due to being unable to express your thoughts in feelings in quite literally any way. Frustrated with Hotch and JJ for lying to you, frustrated with Emily for leaving you, frustrated with the team for you don't even know why at this point.

You just had misplaced emotions everywhere at this moment.

You tried walking away from her.

She came forward and tried to touch you, "Y/n please-"

Fear, maybe longing, flashed in your eyes as you flinched away from her touch, after all, you are looking at a ghost,  "I said no. Just- you- no. No."

You pulled yourself away from her and walked out of the BAU, leaving not only Emily confused with your reaction but everyone else too.

~Time Skip~

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, with you laying on the couch just watching as it moves ever so slightly with each buzz.

You had quickly become annoyed with the sound of your ringer, so you shut it off. You wanted to shut your phone off completely but you knew that was a bad idea for many different reasons. You knew the team would panic, panic being an understatement, if they couldn't even get one ring on your phone. That and you knew Garcia was tracking your phone just so they knew where you were.

Instead, you opted to watch it buzz. Leaving the texts unchecked and the calls unanswered.

You may have been a little dramatic but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

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Emily was standing, well pacing, in Hotch's office as he sat at his desk, "I just don't know what to do. She won't answer my calls or texts,"

"She's not answering any of ours either." He didn't want to let on that he was worried, this being entirely out of character for you.

"Hotch, it's been a week. She hasn't come to work." Concern practically dripped from Emily's voice.

He briefly pinched the bridge of his nose, "I know. I didn't think she would react like this."

"I didn't either, did I mess up by not telling her?"

"No. We did what we had to. Not only for the importance of the case, but it kept her safe too."

He tried to reason with the thoughts raging through the brunette's mind, ultimately failing.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going to head over to her place and try to talk to her."

Of course, he felt that maybe Emily going wasn't the best idea. Maybe Rossi or Reid could go. But he knew that she wouldn't listen regardless of what he said anyways.

"Okay, keep us posted."

She rushed out of his office with your apartment in mind, "Will do."

It took Emily all of twenty minutes to get out of the BAU and to the front door of your apartment.

Oddly, she hesitated for a mere second before knocking. A feeling of relief came to her when she heard your voice on the other side.

"Who is it?" Your voice was weak and hoarse, presumably from your exhaustion but also because you haven't actually talked in quite a few days.

"It's me, Emily."

You regretted your choice of calling out instead of looking into the peephole.

You jumped up from the couch, with more abruptness and energy than you've had in ages, instantly going to the door, "No one's home. Go away." You quietly paced back and forth behind it.

"Come on Y/n, you can't hide forever."

"Sure I can, maybe if I hide long enough everyone will think I died." You couldn't care less about the childish sentence that left your mouth.

"That's not fair, I did what I had to."

The door flies open, "Really?! That's the best you could come up with?! God, Emily!"

The moment her eyes landed on you, she took the opportunity to get a better look at you. She hasn't seen you in months, just like you hadn't seen her. But your flushed and tear-stained face isn't what she was expecting. Emily was expecting you to be tired, a bit different maybe. But not like this. The dark circles that claimed home under your eyes weren't budging, becoming a new part of you because you never were able to get actual sleep since she was gone.

You tried to slam the door shut but she stops it, you don't have enough energy to fight it. You sigh loudly and sharply but it doesn't phase Emily.

She glanced around your apartment, the usual tidiness and comfort nowhere to be found. In your defense, this didn't happen in a week, the clutter occurred from the sheer lack of energy and motivation to clean anything over the past several months.

"Y/n, you have to talk to me." Her hands are out front of her, bracing for something, though it's as if she's almost afraid of approaching you.

You cross your arms, "Oh? Now you're all for communication?"

"Look, I know you're mad-" Okay, maybe you weren't expressing your feelings entirely in the right way.

"Mad? Mad?! Emily, I'm not fucking mad, I'm fucking destroyed."

She has a questioning face but lets you further explain.

The tears you so desperately tried to hide returned faster than before, "Every damn day for months, I cried the hardest I've ever cried in my life. I cried so hard because I thought that the love of my life, the other half of my soul, was gone. YOU DIED," Your arms were flailing in attempts to hide your shaking form. "And- and then when I thought I finally found a way to not cry every damn hour, you just, walk right in? Like nothing happened?! What the fuck?!" You wiped the tears that you had felt during your rant.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I truly am. I wanted to talk to you, to reach out, but I couldn't." The pain in her eyes beginning to match yours.

"The worst part of it all," You took a stuttering breath. "I didn't get to say goodbye. Every day, I had to walk by your portrait that was screwed into the wall, as if it was mocking me." More tears fell on your face.

Emily took a step forward towards you, and in turn, you took a step back.

"I want to believe this is real. That you are standing right in front of me. But I can't bring myself to. I can't savor this to just lose you all over again." A broken sob left your lips.

Despite your, very pathetic, attempt at keeping Emily from getting close to you, she moved your hands aside and pulled you into her.

Another sob escaped you when you realized she didn't vanish. Her scent and the feeling of her stroking your head made you realize, this is real, and she is here, with you.

At this realization though, your knees gave out, and you are no longer able to muster the energy to keep you upright. More broken cries and sobs came from you as Emily dropped to the floor with you, her hold never faltering.

Your fears of her vanishing again were clear in the way you held onto any part of her you could.

As your sobs and cries shifted into stuttering breaths, you began to feel the embarrassment roll over you. You knew you shouldn't be embarrassed for your emotions, especially for showing them in front of Emily. She was always the only one you never hid from. But you were feeling many different things at once, and you couldn't help it.

You pulled back from her and silently wiped your tear-stained face, you knew it wouldn't make a difference though.

It took you a second to remember the reason why Emily returned to begin with, "So, how's the case?"

Guilt took over you again, you made this about yourself, ignoring the much bigger picture that was happening. How could you do that? Leave in the middle of one of the biggest cases the BAU has had in some time.

Emily was clearly confused by your sudden shift, "No no, how are you?"

Sighing, you tried to get the topic off of you, "Emily, we can talk about that later. I've missed a lot of what's happened on the case."

"We haven't made much progress, well, we haven't made any progress. So, I'll ask again, how are you?"

"I'm okay."

"Wanna try that again, 'cause I'm right here." Not a thing changed, she still saw straight through you.

"Before I answer that, I have a question for you."

"Anything."

"If we had caught Doyle on our own, would you have come back? Would you have come back if you didn't have to?"

She paused for a second, "I'd like to think that I would've, yes."

Her political voice was clear as if she were speaking on trial, "Oh, stop the bullshit Emily, I'm not Strauss," She looked a little surprised. "You don't need to be posh when speaking with me. If the real answer was no you could've just said that."

She sighed before speaking, "I won't lie and say I didn't embrace the slight break of things at least a little bit, but it was just as much hell for me as it was for you," You waited for her to explain more because her tone told you she wasn't done. "You mourned the loss of one, I mourned the loss of six. Every day, I lived in fear that Doyle or one of his men would find me and finish what they started. Or worse, they'd find you. And that's why I couldn't tell you. There was a chance that if they found you, going on normally and living your life, they'd know I wasn't actually gone. And they would use you to get to me. And I wasn't going to risk that."

Your tears returned when you saw Emily fighting off her tears, trying to at least keep herself together. That was another way you two were alike.

"I understand why you did what you had to, I really do. A part of me just couldn't help but feel every possible thing." She searched your eyes for something, and she likely already found it.

"Your turn." You knew what she was talking about.

"No, I'm not," You looked at your hands in your lap. "It felt like a huge part of me died with you that day. A part of me that I was certain wouldn't come back. I became reckless on cases, anyone could tell you that, just hoping that if there was anything that could go wrong, it would happen to me. If anything was to happen to someone on the team, it would be me. I guess, I thought that if something did happen, it would bring me to you." You were terrified to meet Emily's gaze, you know the type of look she'd have and you couldn't bare to see it right now.

"Y/n, I-"

"Don't be sorry, please don't be sorry for me." You whispered, looking up to see her with the exact look you didn't want her to have.

"I'm not-"

"Emily, that's the face you make when you have to talk with a victim's family. I know that tone. I don't want you to treat me like one of them because I'm not, nowhere close."

Yes, you did lose the love of your life. Yes, you were utterly lost. And no matter what the hell you were currently feeling, you got her back. She was here and in your arms. And that is what sets you apart from any family of victims.

"I know that," She spoke as she just slightly nodded her head. "Believe me, I do. And I know I'm just a broken record but I'm so sorry. Y/n, I didn't want to go without saying anything to you but I didn't have a choice."

"I know, I was just being selfish. I just wanted you to come back to me, I wanted this to just be a nightmare and I'd wake up and see you sleeping next to me." Emily brought her hand up and caressed your cheek as you finished your sentence.

"Well, I'm back now. And I know we can't take back the time we lost but we can make up for it, we can continue where we left off or we can even start over if that's what you want."

Your eyes search hers, the same russet brown that you longed to see for ages, but you weren't looking for anything in particular, you just missed her. At this moment, seeing and holding her, you said to hell with it. You pulled her back to you and rejoined your lips, deciding that you were ready to be done with the past. After all, it was irrelevant now.

The world was drowned out with her lips on yours, nothing else was important and nothing could pull you from this moment. That is until your phone went off again. You pulled back from Emily with a groan, and a small chuckle came from her.

"You should probably answer that." She followed your eyes to your buzzing phone that was on the coffee table.

You sighed, "Yeah, I don't want Morgan breaking down my door if you guys decide to come for me."

You crawled a few feet's distance towards your phone, a smile coming to your face when you heard Emily's laugh at your comment.

You turned around, leaning against the coffee table as you answered the phone, "Hey, you."

Emily tried to make it seem like she wasn't listening to the call, but she wasn't trying too hard and you saw straight through it.

Garcia squealed as she heard your voice, "OH! Oh my god! Lovey, are you okay? I don't know what I was expecting but I'm glad you picked up! How are you doing?" You chuckled at her antics, her asking a million questions a second.

You looked up at Emily, "I'm okay, now."

"Oh! I'm so glad! As much as I'm glad you're having this reunion, there's been a breakthrough on the case." Just as Garcia asked you if you could come in, your eyes snapped to Emily.

The moment she saw your look, she knew that both of you were needed, of course, she heard what Garcia said but that's unimportant.

Before you made your leave for the office, you opted to shower and change out of your clothes. You may not have been dirty per se, but it was nice to refresh and rid yourself of the past few days.

The smile that came to your face when Emily rested her hand on your thigh during the drive back to the BAU was entirely involuntary, but it was welcomed. There was plenty you two could've been talking about during the drive, plenty to catch up on, but you both just decided to enjoy the silence the both of you shared and enjoy each other's presence.

All eyes were on you when you and Emily walked back into the bullpen, and instead of speaking you just flashed everyone a sheepish smile. You may have blatantly ignored both Hotch and JJ, not quite ready to face them and be the bigger person, and listened to Garcia as she announced the newfound information.

With everything coming together, the team set a plan in action. Of course, you didn't like that Emily was their main play, you just got her back.

Luckily, all went well, except for Doyle being killed but you counted that as a win. But you, Emily, Declan, and everyone else on the team were safe.

"Let's go home." You placed your hands on either side of her face in an attempt to ground her, you knew that what just happened was a lot for her.

She just nodded in acceptance and took your hand, following you back to the car. Everyone else on the team just watched as you both walked away, they would catch up with you both later, they knew that you both just needed each other right now and the paperwork could wait.

Yeah, the last seven months were hell, but that doesn't matter anymore. All that heartache, all the tears, they're irrelevant now that you have Emily in your arms again.

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A/n:Hi guys!This is my second time writing this because Tumblr for some reason won't let me post the last post and said 'try again'😃, so I'll try my best to make it the same as the last one. I apologize if I spell some words wrong, English isn't my first language

Warning:none

Pronouns used:she/her

So, let's first start of how you two met

Basically he came back from the trip and saw you laughing with Marco

And he was curious because it was his first time seeing you here, he also thought that you were pretty cute

So, called out for Marco and when Marco realized he came back, he welcomed him here

You were surprised when you saw Ace, you had a slight blush on your face, he was really handsome and pretty, but didn't say nothing

He asked Marco on who you were and what are you doing here

And Marco basically told him how he met you on the island and became friends. And while he was there with The WhiteBeard Crew a war started. So you didn't have anywhere else to go so they welcomed you and you became a new crew member

Ace had to know every detail about you, so when he shoots his shot with you, he doesn't need to feel embarrassed or anything

It first of started with flirting, something like:"Do you have a map?Because I keep getting lost into your eyes *wink*", he would sometimes pinch your nose or face(playfully of course!) , he would sometimes steal your food while your not looking, like luffy does.

But you seem not to notice his love to you, everyone literally knows he has a crush on you expect for you

Until one night, he got drunk with the crew and went to your dorm and knocked on the door

You were getting ready for the bed, you didn't like to drink alcohol, you weren't a big fan of it. So, you opened the door and he literally fell on top of you crying and he had his face flushed:"How*hiccup*can you not notice*hiccup*my love to you?! Do you hate me or something?!"

You were confused on what was happening until he didn't kiss you and hugged you tightly

You were shocked at first but gave in into the kiss(I mean, who wouldn't?)

Now, let's start with your relationship with Ace!

Let's just say that he became more clingy and jealous than he was before, if he saw you paying your attention to Marco or anyone else on the ship, he would basically kidnap you by putting you on his shoulder and taking you somewhere with him private

The. Best. Cuddles. And. Kisses. In. The. Whole. World. That's all I gotta say

He would still be flirty with you, steal your food and pinch your nose or face. You do the same to give him a payback

If you got hurt or if someone would hurt you, he would be extremely overprotective and literally beat the crap out of anyone who hurt you

He isn't very romantic, but if you guys landed on a new island, I can totally see you two walking and exploring things

He would either hold your hand, have his hand around your waist or on your shoulder when you're in the crowd

Oh also!! I also think he would sometimes bring you on trips, so you two could have some time alone

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SAFE HAVEN - A BANG CHAN SERIES

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CHAPTER TWO: SHE'S RIGHT THERE

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab Plus Size Reader

General Synopsis: You ran away from New York to South Korea to escape the hell you were living in. With the help of a girl who lived there. Your only goal was to have a fresh start but that all changes when a certain boy notices you on the flight. After a shy encounter, he ends up being your neighbor and also a friend of the girl who helped you escape. You want to let him in, but you're scared because of your past. But he is patient and willing to wait as long as it takes to win your heart.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warning: story contains mentions of suicide, fat shaming, abuse & sexual assault. ADULT THEMES. MINORS AND AGESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Please don't repost or translate my work. If you wish to be tagged please comment on the post! Thank you.

“Nari.” You breathed out as you gave the girl a huge hug. The younger woman hugged you tightly and breathed out a sigh of relief. You had met Nari online after one extremely rough night with Jacob. You had finally had enough and found her through your secret twitter account when you were looking for help. Nari was your saving grace, she helped you with everything. So that your move to South Korea would be a smooth transition, minus you not knowing how to speak korean at all. 

“You have no idea how worried I was.” Nari said as she let you go. “I’m so glad you were able to get out of there without that piece of fucking trash catching on.” She looked over to where the boy was walking and her eyes widened. “Time to go though.” She squeaked and grabbed your arm to lead you to the exit of the airport. You looked at her and then looked back confused. 

“Nari what’s wrong?” You asked in confusion as the girl pulled you by the arm. Once you both made it out of the exit Nari looked around quickly as if she was looking for someone. “Nari seriously? Who are you looking for? You’re freaking me out!” You squeaked out. Nari looked at you apologetically. 

“I’m sorry, I saw my brother.” She breathed out. “He doesn’t know I did this and if he caught me here he would have bombarded us both and probably ask you a ton of questions you wouldn’t be ready to answer.” Your eyes widened. “This is not the way I want to introduce you to him, or his friends. I guess they were on the same flight as you. He currently thinks I’m at the library studying.” 

“Wait what?” You asked and looked around. “Wait, is his name Chan by any chance?” You asked quietly. The younger girl's brow raised.

“No but that’s his eldest friend. Why?” Nari asked curiously.

“He was the guy I was talking to when you called me over.” You replied, which made Nari’s eyes widen. 

“Oh god, I was so close to getting caught.” She squeaked. “Glad he didn’t realize it was me.” You shook your head and chuckled. 

“His friends were calling him so I doubt he even looked your way.” You said quietly. “Small world though.” Who would have thought that she’d be on the same flight as her brother. “By the way, isn't your brother younger? Why would you care if he caught you here?” You asked quietly. 

“He is but he definitely acts more mature than he is, he’s always been protective of me. But he could also get me in trouble with my parents and he loves doing that. Little shit.” Nari muttered which made you laugh. Nari smiled at you softly. “By the way, the apartment complex I picked out for you is super close to me. So I helped with everything being set up.” You smiled in appreciation. 

“Thank you Nari, I don’t know how I would have gotten out if it wasn’t for you.” Your lip trembled and you stared at your feet. Nari quickly hugged you. 

“Don’t you dare cry or else I’m gonna cry too.” Nari pleaded as she rubbed your back. “Come on, let's get you to your new apartment.” You nodded and pulled away with a smile as you wiped the tears away. You both got into a taxi and within an hour you arrived at the apartment complex. Nari handed you a paper with your code and apartment number on it and smiled. “Welcome to your new home.” She said softly. “I would stay but I have to go home before the family gets suspicious. Also, your new cell phone came in as well. It’s by your bed charged and all set up. I kept it on English for you so it didn’t get confusing for you. Most of the people who live here speak English really well and are around our age range so it shouldn’t feel weird there.” 

You nodded and smiled. “Thank you again Nari.” Nari smiled and waved at you before hopping back in the taxi back to her place. Josephine watched until the taxi was out of sight and then looked up at the apartment complex. You let out a shaky breath and walked slowly into the building. This was terrifying for you, being in a new country, not knowing the native language. You looked around nervously and bit your lip. 

“Annyeonghaseyo! Mueos-eul owa deulilkkayo?” You turned to see a boy standing behind the counter with a huge smile. His cheeks reminded her of a squirrel. You walked over and gave him a small smile and a nod. 

“Hi.” You said softly. “I’m sorry, do you speak english?” You asked and bit your lip. The boy nodded immediately. “I’m the new tenant here.” You showed him the paper with your apartment number, making sure not to show the code. 

“Ah! Yes, my parents told me there was someone moving in here from outside the country. Welcome to Seoul!” He said with a big smile. “I’m Han Jisung. Most people call me Han. It’s very nice to meet you. My parents own the building and I help them out whenever they need. You’re from America? I just got back from there as well. My friends and I went on vacation there.” You nodded and smiled. 

“It’s nice to meet you as well. I’m Y/n.” You said softly. “But yes I am from America. I just landed here not too long ago so I really am clueless as to what to do from here.” You looked down in embarrassment.  He smiled softly and quickly bent down to scurry for stuff. 

“My mom had these all ready for you.” He said softly as he handed you a bunch of brochures and restaurant menus, places that knew English. You were shocked at the preparation, Nari must have told them. “There’s a lot of people around here that speak English so don’t be shy to ask for help. Also your neighbor is a good friend of mine, he’s the dad of our group and he looks out for us. I’ll tell him to come say hi. He’d be able to help you out with anything. Me and the rest of the guys who hang out with him are here often too.”  You nodded and smiled. 

“I’m not really good at talking to new people.” You laughed. “He might think I’m weird.” Han smirked and tilted his head to the side while staring at you. 

“I don’t know, you’re talking to me and I don’t find you weird.” He laughed softly. “Trust me, you’ll find a lot of friends here. Don’t hide yourself up there because of the language barrier and if you want to learn Korean, me and my friends are always willing to help.”  

“Thank you Han.” You said softly. “I’m gonna go check my apartment out now. See you around.” You said with a smile. Han grinned at you and nodded. 

“Hope you like it! — See you around Y/n!” He replied and watched you as you approached the elevator. Once you was in he quickly took out his cell phone and made a call.” 

“Hello?” Someone answered on the other line. 

“Hey Chan — you’re not going to believe this.” He grinned.

Chris sat up in his bed and asked for his friend to continue. “That girl you kept staring at on the plane like a love struck fool. The one who dropped the necklace? She’s moving into the apartment next to yours.” He continued. Chan shot up from where he was sitting and almost dropped his phone. There’s no way. He thought to himself. 

“A-Are you sure it’s the same girl from earlier?” Chan asked quietly. Han chuckled, he could already imagine how flustered Chan was at that moment. Chan hadn’t ever really shown interest in dating or girls. Of course he was gonna remember a girl that finally caught his best friend’s eye. 

“Absolutely, It’s Y/n. We talked just now. She’s heading up to the apartment as we speak.” Han replied. Like clockwork, Chan could hear the beeping of someone pressing into a keypad next door. His heart was pounding and he started to pace in his apartment. “Jisung what do I do?” He asked in a panic. Would it be weird for him to go over and say hi? How would you feel? Would you think he’s stalking you? 

“Hyung, calm down and take deep breaths.” Han teased. “Go say hi. Introduce yourself. You’re her neighbor now, it would only be polite to welcome her don’t you think?” He asked. “You don’t have to do it right now, it’s late anyway. I’m sure you and her are both exhausted and want to sleep. So try tomorrow. Ask her to hang out with all of us!” Chan nodded and bit his lip. He said he would try and hung up. He looked at the wall of his apartment. She’s right there. She’s so close. He was not going to be sleeping at all because of this. But then again when did he ever sleep? 

On the opposite side, You were looking around with wide eyes. Jesus, Nari really went all out. I don’t have to do much. You thought to yourself. You took your carry-on bag into your bedroom and smiled when you saw the bed. “Purple, she even made sure my sheets were my favorite color.” You giggled and put your bag down on her bed. You didn’t bring much, only a week's worth of clothes since Nari told you she’d handle everything. You unpacked quickly and slipped out of the clothes you were in, placing them in the laundry bin next to the bedroom closet.

When you walked in the bathroom you stopped in front of the giant mirror above the counter. You hated your reflection, the scars that covered your body clear as day. Both old and new. He made sure to always leave them in places most people would never see. Your stomach, your back, your sides, and inner upper thighs. He was smart, he made sure you would hide it well. But sometimes the bruises he would leave would be somewhere more noticeable. You were still pretty bruised from his last attack. You felt hideous, pathetic, and weak. You never once felt like that, not until him. You looked down at your stomach and you could hear him insulting you in your head. Pathetic fat pig. Tears flew down your cheeks and you let out a shaky breath. Were you ever going to be okay after all this?

You had always been a big girl, you were curvy and thick since you were a kid. But you gained a lot of weight during your college years due to stress and medical issues. You tried all you could to lose it. But it never seemed like anything worked, eventually you became comfortable and learned to embrace how you were and at first Jacob seemed to not mind as much. But that was all a facade, he acted like a charming prince, manipulated you until you were all his to control and then the real monster came out to play.

You took a very long hot shower and did one thing you couldn’t do for the longest time. You cried, he wasn’t there to scare you into silence anymore. You could finally let out and express all the pain you were feeling as the hot water rained down on you. Once you were done with a very much needed crying session she stepped out and dried off. You grabbed a large oversized t-shirt that you always slept in and put it on before climbing under the covers of your brand new bed. You looked to your night stand and just like Nari said, your new phone was there, plugged in and fully charged. You picked it up and saw that Nari thankfully saved her number in your contacts.

Thank you for everything, really this place is amazing. I don’t know how I’m ever going to repay you.. You sent to her in a text. Soon you could see the dots form as Nari texted a response back.

Hush woman, you don’t need to repay me. You needed a fresh start and a safe place. Sleep well. I’ll text you tomorrow. Xx Nari sent back.

You smiled and sent her a text saying good night before plugging it back into the charger and putting it on the nightstand. You laid back against the soft fluffy pillows and stared at the ceiling, and as you stared your mind couldn’t help but wander to the guy with beautiful chocolate eyes. I wonder if we will ever see each other again. You thought as you replayed the events from earlier in your head. How his eyes sparkled, how soft they looked as they gazed at you. How gentle his voice was. Your cheeks flushed and you shook your head in embarrassment. You literally just escaped an abusive boyfriend and now you’re already thinking about someone else? Control yourself. You mentally scolded as you pulled the covers over your head in shame. Little did you know that the same boy was laying in bed on the opposite side of the wall behind you thinking of you as well.

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You looked so good in green (Eddie Munson x F!Reader)

Eddie can't help but reminisce the moments you were his. You were only a Sophomore when you met Eddie, you were a freak just like him. But during Junior year, you figured that you wanted a change. Senior year eventually came and that change you had hoped to not affect your relationship, comes back at you when Eddie's insecurities got the best of him.

A fic inspired by the song "Green" by Cavetown

Part 2: Finally Home Req Ending: YCSMNNLYDB

Warnings: ANGST, slight bullying, drugs, mentions of making out???SADFGAHDDD Notes: Bold for lyrics of the song (not in order) Italics for memories / flashbacks Normal font for the present time ' ' means it is the characters' inside thoughts Word count: 5.7k

Things to remember: Eddie's only a year older than reader btwww. I have so many wip fics but this is actually the first one I finished (also my first fic post) shdbhasj sorry for wrong grammars/spellings and if it's a bit confusing and boring but let me know what I can do better!

I don't give permission to repost or translate my work please have mercy

A big fish swims past your rod You can't catch it, it's far too fast It’s been months, months full of regret and guilt for Eddie Munson. It’s been months since he decided to end things with you, because of some stupid shit your supposedly ‘friends’ told him. Not a day goes by that Eddie didn’t think of how you were before you became this big fish he now couldn’t catch. Your relationship was perfect, at least that’s how Eddie wanted to see it until his insecurities got the best of him. He had always known that you deserved better and frankly, up until now, he has no idea how he landed a chance with you to begin with. There had been a lot of times that he couldn’t help but to reminisce some of his favorite moments with you- there were a lot, to be honest. But one of his favorites were the time he first officially met you. It was the day his life begun.

Take care of my shirt Warm and red

It was a normal day in Hawkins, by normal, that meant everything sucks for a loser like (Y/N)- especially when you’re a new student. You have no friends, no place you belong to; unless you’re one of the girls that the popular jocks would automatically try to sleep with. It was Sophomore year when you had no idea how to dress or at least fit in anyone’s standard. You were alone, trying to see among the crowd in the canteen who’s most likely to let you sit with them but, you didn’t think someone will do that for a girl like you. In Hawkins High, it was up to you to decide your social status- if you choose to hang out with the nerds, you’ll be a freak. Join cheerleading? Oh, it’s for sure that they’ll only tolerate their own kind.

“Being new sucks.” You whispered to yourself, standing in the middle of the cafeteria after getting the food provided by the school. You looked like a lost child, wondering where to go while your parents’ not around. Just as you were about to take a step, a body collided with yours. Next thing you knew, your clothes were full with whatever the food was that they served. “Watch where you’re going, freak!” A guy with blonde hair told you, eyeing you up and down. As he walked away, you immediately felt like crying. It’s always been like this for you, even before moving to Hawkins. You had hoped that maybe, just maybe, people were a little bit nicer than where you used to go. But boy, you were so wrong.

You realized that the food’s gonna probably stain your clothes, so instead of going to class- you decided it was better to skip. Who would want to walk in class like that? Not you. Deciding to just throw the food on your tray, you ran towards the exit. You ran and ran and ran until you find yourself lost in the woods.

Thankfully, you did find a bench. Unfortunately, someone was sitting on the desk. A guy with brown curly hair, leather jacket, and somewhat a… club shirt? It says Hellfire club. “You ‘kay?” only then you realized you were kind of staring at him as he smoked. Lost in thoughts. “Uhm… yeah yeah. Just got a little lost.” You forced yourself to let out a chuckle but, you’re still a little bit upset about your shirt. “Well… your shirt’s not.”

“Wow… thanks, I didn’t notice.” You rolled your eyes at the guy, ‘as if I didn’t know’ you continue to stare at the ground- thinking how great it was that you just ran into another student who’ll probably make fun of you too. Unbeknownst to you, the guy who rudely commented on your shirt, started taking off his own. “Here, you look like you need a new one.” Slightly looking up, you saw the guy’s hand offering you the shirt he was just wearing- “Wait! Are you naked right now? Holy shit.” You refused to fully look up, thinking that he’s maybe… topless. You didn’t want to be caught staring again.

“What? No! I have an extra one in our club room. I’ll just go get that, I have my jacket anyway.”

“Then why just not hand me that one? You’re really gonna walk naked in school?!”

“Like I said- I have my jacket, sweetheart. Also, I figured you didn’t want to walk around looking like… that. I’m used to the weird stares, a’ight? Just take it.”

Finally looking up, you saw that he pulled his jacket’s zipper all the way up to cover himself. ‘Oh but how am I gonna get dres-‘ your thoughts were soon interrupted. “Look, if you’re worried about me peeking while you change- I’ll just go ahead and walk away. You’ll have this spot all to yourrrself. No one ever comes out here, you’re safe.” He began to walk but then you remembered you haven’t even thanked him yet. “Wait! Uhm… Thank you-?”

“It’s Eddie… Munson. And noooo problem.” It was the first time, the first time you had seen him smile. Yep, he’s kinda attractive, you couldn’t deny that to yourself plus he’s nice. Before you could even reply, you were alone in the woods.

Tomorrow came and you clutched the newly washed club shirt as you walk into the cafeteria once again. Looking for a mop of brown hair- ‘Oh, there he is.’ You approached what seemed like the Hellfire club, you were not that stupid to not notice they were all wearing the same shirt. Eddie was busy making some kind of dramatic narration when he got cut off. “Hey uh… Eddie?”

Slightly getting annoyed because someone interrupted his usual act, he looked up to see the same girl from yesterday. And just like that, his annoyance was gone. “Oh, hey. What’s up?”

“Uhm, sorry did I interrupt you? Sorry, I just wanted to give you your shirt back.” Now feeling the stares of the other members, you started to feel small. ‘Shit.’

“No, Nope. No need. You can have that, because as you can see, sweetheart- I’m already wearing the same one. You can uh… also, sit with us if you’d like.” At this point, Eddie was really pushing his chances there. It wasn’t like he only noticed you yesterday, he had been eyeing you since school started again- and he also noticed you had no friends, yet (sounds so awful but it was true). A lot of times he did want to offer you to sit with them, it’s just that he had never asked a girl to hangout with them. Having this thought that even though you were alone, most of the time- he figured that maybe you’d still not want to settle with nerds like them. But this was the chance, he couldn’t just let go of it. “Really? O-okay. I’m (Y/N), by the way.” And just like that you finally had a place you belonged to. Especially when Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, as well as the other members of the club never made you feel the opposite. At first, you had no clue what’s the club about- hell, you didn’t even know Dungeons and Dragons existed before meeting them. But as time flies, you finally learned how to play the complicated game and you got yourself a wonderful group of friends. It was also that day that you and Eddie started getting closer and closer until you became his favorite player.

He was so glad that it was his shirt that you wore the day someone spilled their food on you. He was glad that the opportunity to talk to you presented itself to him. He was glad that you accepted his offer. He was glad he got closer to you. He was glad the day came when you became his.

I see your eyes in the flowers I'll pick a bunch for your room Green and blue to match your pictures

Another one of his favorite memory was when he used to give you a bunch of flowers that came from another resident in the trailer park. Up until now the old lady had no idea that Eddie’s been ‘borrowing’ her flowers before. Poor lady was confused to wake up to her dear flowers not as many as before. Eddie surely missed picking them in the middle of the night, when he’s sure that his neighbor’s not awake.

It’s safe to say that Eddie’s rebellious but, he took that up to the next level whenever he has to ‘borrow’ a sweet old lady’s flowers in the trailer park- just so he could give them to you. Not that he would let you know where he picked them.

You were focused studying your lesson when you heard light taps in your window. ‘Must be Eddie’ you thought, it became quite the routine for him to sneak in your room at night- even though your parents were well aware of your relationship with the guy. He once told you that it just felt right sneaking in, living up to his ‘bad boy’ name. You went and let him in thru your window, you saw the man struggling to step in since it was obvious he’s trying to hide something from you- holding whatever it is behind his back.

“Good evening, fair maiden. I, Eddie the Banished, brought you- a gift.” As he said that, he proceeds to give you a bunch of, what it seems like hand-picked flowers. Your heart warmed at the thought, Eddie’s been always sweet but, no matter how many times he did something to make you feel giddy- it will ALWAYS make you feel giddy. “Why thank you, kind sir. To what do I owe this… wonderful gift?” slowly taking the flowers from Eddie who’s bowing with his arm extended and holding the flowers. He’s just dramatic like that, which you love so much.

“Nothing, just wanted to give you something that reminds me of you. You know- green and blue flowers to uhm… match your pictures in your room. I know you’ve always loved trees and the ocean.” There it was, that cute smile you’ll never get tired of. Carefully placing the flowers in an empty vase, you made your way towards Eddie to give him a gift in return. A sweet kiss from a fair maiden.

You lifted a hand and placed them against Eddie’s cheek, leaned in and kissed his lips. It was a quick and tender kiss, just to let your man know how much you appreciate the little things he does. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“Well… I think evidence is lacking, princess. I need more of that kiss.” Let’s just say that you couldn’t continue studying after what Eddie said.

I miss your perfect teeth I was too blunt

He couldn’t help but remember the sweet silly little moments, or that time you told him that his teeth looked cute.

“I’m so jealous of your teeth Eddieeeeee.” That was the first thing you said to him after having a full-blown make out session. You were in his bed, sitting on his lap while having your nail pressed against his tooth. You and Eddie had just finished smoking joint when you both felt like you were not close enough to each other, thus, starting a battle with your tongues.

“Whaaaat? What do you mean, princess? You have the most perfect teeth I’ve seen, trust me.”

“No way Eds, I doubt that. Yours are- uhm… cuter.” You giggled, ‘cuter teeth? Really (Y/N)?’ you thought. Imagine someone telling you that your teeth look cute, weird compliment but it was just like you and Eddie. You liked being weird together, it’s what makes your relationship a thousand times better than everyone else’s.

“Ah, so you’re calling me a liar (Y/N)? hmm?” Eddie tightened his hold on your waist. His back that was resting against the head of his bed, now gone as he started leaning towards you. Almost as if suggesting a war between your tongues to begin again. Which you gladly accepted.

Staring deep in his brown eyes before closing your own, you snaked your hands in his curls, slightly tugging on them while his tongue is moving with yours- yours and Eddie’s lips firmly pressed against each other. You knew Eddie liked it whenever you go rough on his hair during these moments. The first time you did, it shocked him. He was not aware before that he was into that kind of shit but, ever since then, he kept his hair long so you have more of his hair to play with.

You looked so good in green

But his most favorite memory, was the first time he got to you see you in your own element. Eddie will never forget how beautiful you looked that day, not that you were ever ugly, it’s just different seeing you shine for everyone. It was the moment he realized you’re the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

People were not used to seeing THE Eddie Munson in one of Hawkins’ balls in laundry basket games. But now there he was, he would’ve never even thought of going in to one if it wasn’t for you. He knew that this is the first game you’ll be participating in and seeing you so excited, he decided to go even after you told him he didn’t need to. You were well aware that Eddie and the rest of Hawkins High don’t get along so you didn’t want to push him to go, but you gotta admit- you wanted him there. You wanted him to see you shine in front of the whole school for the first time, especially after you started with a rocky reputation. You transferred to Hawkins High during Sophomore year, when you met Eddie. But then Junior year came, you thought you’ve had enough of being a loser. It didn’t have anything to do with the Hellfire club, you reassured Eddie that but- you wanted a change for yourself.

You wanted to stop being the weak (Y/N) everyone knew during Sophomore. You knew you had your talents and you also knew you were great at what you do; so, you decided to try out for cheerleading when you heard one of them quit. They were one member short, routines were hard to change when everyone else in the group already have their own positions. At first, the cheerleaders were hesitant to let you in, knowing you were once the girl they used to ‘bully’. But out of all who attended their tryout, you were the only one who can keep up with them- they were in desperate need.

Along with being accepted, your style also changed. You started minding how you looked, you started to care unlike before. Eddie’s thankful that that’s the only thing you changed about you, your personality never did. The way you treated Hellfire was the same. As much as your new ‘friends’ hated seeing one of their cheerleaders sit with the freaks, they couldn’t do anything to separate you with Eddie. Jocks also started to notice the change in your appearance, guys who used to ignore you, started hitting on you. Eddie hated seeing that but he was too proud of you, and your constant reassurance keeps his insecurities away for a while.

And now, he realized how much you deserved the recognition. The attention you grabbed, he hated and loved it at the same time. He truly believes that you were meant to be in this kind of crowd.

Eddie went in and sat in the front row, nevermind the disgusted stares he was getting- he was there to watch his girl. His big brown eyes sparkling while he watched you cheer your soul away.

The dance ended, oblivious of the fact that your boyfriend’s sitting among the crowd. He saw you jump around and celebrate with your teammates of how well it went. Your jump went into a halt, finally meeting Eddie’s eyes. You wasted no time as you ran towards him, him sitting up and welcoming you into his arms. It’s one of those cliché moments where a guy spins you around while embracing you. “You’re here!” you squealed on the crook of Eddie’s neck, still with your arms wrapped on the same spot. “Course I am. Can’t miss your important day now, can I?” You smiled, the thought of Eddie going to an event he hated with his whole heart, just to see you- makes you wanna marry the man right then and there. “Oh and one more thing-“ Eddie started, retreating from your embrace and gently lifting your chin with his hand; referring to Hawkins High’s cheer uniform, he said “You look so good in green, sweetheart.”

You looked so good in green I hope you're well And you look so good with him And I'm proud of you still

School was ending soon, Eddie couldn’t miss out the last moments you shine- though for him, you always did. The gym is packed, as usual, students are so hyped up for the same event he loathed. He waited until people filled the seats, spotting an unoccupied one in the darkest corner at the top. He doesn’t want you to know but, even after your break up- he still went in every single game just to see you again. Thankfully for Eddie, your vision was not the best; it’s not like you can wear glasses while cheering and you hated wearing contacts. You refuse to wear them since it makes you uncomfortable and your eyes were not THAT bad, it’s just that you won’t be able to see people from far distance especially those who sit in the darkest areas. ‘She still looks good in green’ Eddie told himself, as much as he hates the uniform and the people wearing it, you are an exemption. He always admired you, used to tell you how it fits you perfectly.

Another successful routine, like the other times before, you were jumping and celebrating again. Only this time, Eddie wasn’t prepared for the sight he was about to see. As you were enjoying the time, a guy approached you. One of the basketball players who’s gonna play later, went in and hugged you. Much to Eddie’s disappointment, you hugged the guy back as Eddie was forced to witness the whole exchange between his ex and a jock. Never ending thoughts are running inside his head, thoughts he didn’t want to come back right after regretting what he did. ‘You look so good with him’ he admitted to only himself, almost accepting the fact that maybe you now found someone better than him. He couldn’t help but think that this was his own doing, you’re now with someone because he let you go. No matter how many times he wishes, that he’s the one you should be hugging, he only has himself to blame.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he went to exit the gym, stopping once he reached the doors- looking back at you for the last time “I’m proud of you still.” He whispered to no one.

Little did Eddie know, you just hugged the guy back because, to be honest, he was the only tolerable player you knew. The guy’s been nice to you without any hidden intention, you became close with him but, it’s always gonna end there. You’re not gonna fall for someone, no. Not when Eddie’s still the one in your heart.

Mess in the kitchen I was so disappointed I guess I got to my head

After exiting the gym, he went straight to Hellfire’s club room. Entering, he sees the other members waiting for him, to start the session he had forgotten. But now, he’s really not in the mood to DM anymore, not after what he saw. He just couldn’t find the energy to continue with the day. “Hellfire’s cancelled today.” He didn’t even wait to hear the members complains. Right after cancelling on them, like it wasn’t a big deal, he walked out.

“Dude… Eddie never cancels Hellfire. Something must be so wrong.” Dustin’s voice was the only thing he heard before he was out of earshot. ‘Yes, a lot of things are so wrong right now. Including me.’ He went home feeling defeated. Eddie never got mad, he was not the type. Sure, he threw tantrums every once in a while, but this was different. Eddie’s not that kind of person to throw stuff everywhere, at least not until now. It was all a blur, now that Eddie’s sitting on the couch with his head hung low, he looks over the kitchen. Broken plates, shattered in pieces everywhere. This was a first for him, he’s not a very fortunate kid, he knows that breaking things will only cost him a fortune- but it was too late. The mess in the kitchen is a very big evidence of that.

I get it now that it's too late I never stopped feeling guilty

Upon seeing the mess, another memory came- only this time, it wasn’t that type of memory he wanted to remember. Eddie wanted to erase it in his mind, forget the day he made the biggest mistake of his life. He just wants to go back to the days you were his and he was yours. Guilt will always consume him. It had dawned to him how selfish he was. If only he could turn back time, but it was too late.

As much as Eddie hated being near a party, he had no choice but to go into this specific one because a jock offered him a great deal. A great deal? Yeah right. If he had known that time that this very same party will cost him his ‘perfect’ relationship, he would’ve just ignored the insane amount of money the popular kids had offered him for drugs. It was a big party which means they needed as many drugs as possible, almost everyone was present; except the outcasts and you. You were invited but you went straight home after cheering in the championship game, because it was your mother’s birthday and you couldn’t afford to miss out the party happening at your own house. After handing out drugs, Eddie went to turn away and drive to your house because he promised he would be there after his drug deal. Except, that didn’t happen. As Eddie was turning away, a voice called him. “Hey! Munson.” He looked at the source of the voice, only to notice it didn’t belong to an individual alone. He looked at the group, both eyebrows raised, wrinkling his own forehead.

“What?” Eddie questioned, wondering what the two girls accompanied with Jason Carver, want. He had no drugs left since they bought all of his remaining products. “You’re still with (Y/N), right?” one of the girls he didn’t even know, asked. Eddie just assumed that you might have hung out with the girl before, considering she was wearing Hawkin’s cheer uniform. “Yeah.” He simply replied, not wanting to start an issue if ever he had thrown a snarky remark. All he wanted to do was to drive away and finally spend his time with you, since you’ve been busy with practicing routines and all. “You know, I still have no idea why (Y/N)’s still with you. I mean yeah, we get it. She was a total freak like you before. But good for her for wanting a different crowd. She’s too pretty to be spending all of her time with you losers in your- Hellflyer club.” The girl said crossing her arms.

“It’s Hellfire.” Eddie scoffed, finally deciding that whatever this conversation was, was only wasting his time. He turned away AGAIN, walking towards his van. “Don’t you think she deserves better?” Now, that made Eddie stop. The phrase ‘she deserves better’ had always made him feel something; something he wasn’t supposed to be feeling when all you’ve shown him contradicts with the negative thoughts. But now, now that you were not around to tell him the opposite, he didn’t know what todo but to listen to their shitty comments about your relationship. “Come on, Eddie. Don’t tell us you’ve actually never thought of it? She joined cheerleading to get away from you freaks.” The other girl just spoke. Eddie knew that it wasn’t true, you didn’t join the cheerleaders just to avoid him and the Hellfire, he had known since the beginning of your relationship that it had always been your dream to become one- not to be one of the popular kids but to show people your amazing skills; thus, they accepted you in to their team (even after being labeled a freak), because they couldn’t deny that they needed your talent. He also knew how important him and his friends were to you but at that moment, he couldn’t stop the lingering thought that maybe you were tired of being an outcast.

The last straw was Jason, of course it was Jason. Eddie knew it was the end for him when the jock said the things he was dreading to hear, “You’re only gonna bring her down with you, Munson. She deserves a different life. A life that doesn’t involve a drug dealer who repeated Highschool.” He thought Jason’s done, but no. What he said next decided Eddie’s supposed to be own decision about you. “When we graduate, (Y/N)’s gonna have to move forward, and where does that leave you? You’re just always gonna hold her back. Think about it.” Right then and there, Eddie hated himself. He hated himself for letting people like Jason, add more fuel to the fire that Eddie’s been trying to distinguish for a long time. He hated himself because he knew that he’s emotionally dependent on you, you take away his usual nonchalant behavior with you- now, that you aren’t there to tell him you needed him no matter what, Eddie had finally let the fire consume him whole. With his back still turned from the group, Eddie got up to his van and went straight home. He knew he couldn’t face you after convincing himself that you were better off without him. It was the morning after, he barely got any sleep when he woke up to the sound of loud banging on the trailer’s door. “Edward! I swear to god, wake the fuck up and open this door right now!” hearing his girlfriend’s angry voice, he groaned- not because of annoyance, but because this was the day.

He opened the door where he was greeted with her frown. He hated seeing her frown but, today’s not the day he’ll be helping to turn it upside down. Or maybe it’s gonna be, when he finally lets her go. ‘Maybe she’ll be happier and better without me’, he thought.

“Where the fuck were you? You said you’d be there yesterday, I even told my mother.” Oh right, the party. He couldn’t say anything, still consumed with those stupid words from stupid people; so he just went to the couch and sat down. Your eyes followed him, “You kept me waiting, Eddie. You know how much I hate that.” That should’ve been his sign, his sign of how much you loved him to the point where you’d get upset over this. But instead, he thought the opposite.

Running both of his hands on his face, “(Y/N) I-“ he started, immediately stopping when he felt the lump in his throat. “You’re gonna explain yourself or what?” you didn’t wanna be rude but you were upset and you thought you deserved an explanation. Oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend’s almost as upset as you, maybe even more. But how could you notice? When he couldn’t even look at you.

“Eddie!” (Y/N)’s voice startled him. Only then he realized that he hasn’t uttered even a single sentence to her. “Eddie, please just say something. I’m sorry for yelling and being rude to you okay? I-“ maybe that’s the purest thing about her, even when it was other people’s fault for upsetting her, she just couldn’t hold anger. “I- I think we should break up.” Eddie cut her off. Letting out a humorless laugh, “What?” “We should break up. I’ve been thinking about it.” He tried his best to not let his voice crack. “Wha- why?! Is this about cheerleading? Because I can quit for you Eddie. It’s not a big de-“

“It’s not about that okay? It’s- it’s more than that”

“Then tell me Eddie! What is it? I’m su-sure we can do something about it.” Except, there was nothing you could do. He made up his mind and he’s too blinded to see how much you wanted this conversation to be over. How much you wanted to just crawl on his bed and cuddle with him.

“I just think I’m gonna hold you back, sweetheart. It’s obvious that you’re graduating, and I’m not. Jesus  Christ! I can’t even get a B on Mrs. Click’s class.”

“And so what? I told you Eddie, I’ll wait for you. I’ll stop for a year, help you pass your classes before going to college… so we coul leave this hell together. I already have everything planned I-“

“But that’s what’s wrong (Y/N)! I can’t have you delaying your studies just because I didn’t make an effort in mine.”

“Fuck Eddie! I don’t care! We had this plan- we’ll leave Hawkins, I go to college, you go build up your career with Corroded Coffin! See? It’s that easy.“ This conversation was stressing you the fuck out. You couldn’t stop the tears at this point. You thought you and Eddie had it settled down. You knew he didn’t want to continue with college, considering he got held back in Highschool. Eddie decided with his bandmates that they’ll try to build the Corroded Coffin’s reputation in another state, knowing that those five drunks will get them nowhere.

“After that, then what? I’m just a drug dealer with a band, (Y/N). I’m just a freak and you- you deserve better than me.”

“But-“ you managed to choke out but, after a word, you had a hard time finding your voice again by how much you were crying. “(Y/N)… I’ve already decided, sweetheart. I’m sorry…” Eddie stood up from where he was sitting, seeing you crying, he couldn’t help himself. You had both of your hands covering your face when you felt arms wrapped around you. “I’m sorry, mmkay? But you’ll be fine without me, baby.” He softly whispered. It felt so unfair, it was not up for him to decide if you deserved better. You were the only one who can tell that. But hearing Eddie so sure about it, you now knew that he was beyond saving from the insecurities that corrupted his mind. ‘Maybe if I showed him more, how much I loved him, he wouldn’t have thought about this.’

You retreated your arms and wrapped them around Eddie’s torso. “You’re so unfair, Eddie.” You were now full on sobbing on his shirt, not that Eddie minded. As long as he gets to hold onto you like this for the last time, there’s a whole closet full of his shirt he’d be willing to drench just so you could cry on it.

Both you and Eddie savoured the moment. Just feeling each other’s warmth like you used to. You sure as hell gonna miss moments like these with Eddie, minus of course, the breaking up part. Finally accepting the end of your amazing relationship, you managed to ask him a bold request, knowing that this will be the last chance you’d get. “Eddie?”

“Hmm?” He hummed a response, still with his arms wrapped around your neck. “Can I- can I at least get a goodbye kiss?” you felt him went stiff for a moment, thinking maybe you were pushing your chances to far considering that he literally just broke up with you. But your worries soon deflated when he agreed. “Of course.”

Unwrapping himself, little curls of his hair getting momentarily stuck in yours. You were now face to face with Eddie, also noticing how wet his puppy eyes were. Oh god, how much you’re gonna miss every single part of this man will hurt. They’d always been your favorite feature of his, and soon you won’t get to stare at them for as long as you want. Eddie gently raised both of his hands to touch each side of your cheeks, breathing heavily in doing so. ‘Make every moment count, Eddie. You won’t be kissing those lips anymore’- he had thought. You close your eyes waiting for his lips to just touch yours, and then it happened. Eddie leaned in and your lips touched, it was that kind of kiss that you knew you were saying goodbye to the love of your life. Both of you felt it, it was aggressive in a way that it was also gentle. The kiss was giving you false hopes, hoping that Eddie will realize you needed him as much as he needed you.

But then it ended. He retreated and rested his forehead against yours while his eyes were still closed, breathing in your scent so he could remember having you this close when it’s gone. When you’re gone. “I love you, Eddie. Fuck, I love you so much.” Upon hearing that, he took a deep breath and- “I love you too (Y/N) but… this is for you.”

He was already regretting his own decision but- they were probably right, he thought.

I hope you love yourself Your body and heart I hope you feel happy That's all I want Eddie knows he has no other choice but to think of those memories, he couldn't turn back time. He couldn't get back to you, knowing that your fate with him will still remain the same. Now, he just hopes and pray that you'll continue loving yourself even after he made you feel like it was somewhat your fault why he broke up with you. He hopes that whatever it is in it for you after Highschool, you'll be happy living your life in college. With him, he thinks that he needs to focus on building up his dream. He will not be able to give you a luxurious life, like the one your parents gave you. He’s just a drug dealer in a band with no certain future; maybe Corroded Coffin will fail, or maybe their talent will get its recognition someday, who knows? But until then, he��s letting you go.

AN: OKAY! I'm actually thinking of making a part 2. To whoever gets to read this pls give me any comments, I'll gladly take anything since this is my first time writing SGAHDFHG. Hope you like it!

p.s. I just find it funny how the first fic I posted is literally an angst SHASDHJ considering I hate angsts w no fluff ending.

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showers || csi vegas ; g.sanders

A/N: Is this my second filth post of the day? Yes. Yes it is. Do I care if that makes me a filthy little whore? Nope, not at all. I'd apologize for this but honestly we all know I'm not sorry. This is what happens when I start thinking about the contamination shower episode from Vegas... And Greg, unf. Anyway, enjoy or whatever.

Pairing ; Fem!reader x Greg Sanders

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18+ only. Minors, absofuckinlutely not. Go find fluff. Also if you're not into p in v -unprotected, body fluids, nudity, peeping on someone whilst showering -mutual ofc, biting/marking, dry humping, teasing and kissing, well... you don't need or want to read the rest of this.

“Everybody out. The scene’s been contaminated, it’s a biohazard.”

On the outside you remained calm and professional but on the inside… You were panicking a little. Sara Sidle must have noticed because she nudges you and leans in close. “Relax. This has happened before. We’ll have a decontamination shower, they’ll send us home for the rest of the night to monitor ourselves and that’ll be that.”

“Wait.. Run that by me again, Sidle?” you blink as the brunette’s words settle over you. You’re still the new girl on the team, you barely know anybody save for Sara and you damn sure aren’t prepared to get bare assed naked in front of your co-workers.

If it happens at all, that’s at least a five year on the team mark. Not five fucking months into your new job.

Sara laughs. “A shower. It’s not a big deal, okay? I’ll go first with Grissom.”

It made sense because they were married.

But then you realized that this left you to go in with Greg Sanders and the realization had you swallowing hard. Gulping. Your gaze fixed on the taller male as your eyes darted around the room in search of him. Your cheeks were burning hot because unfortunately, imagining Greg naked was not something totally new to you, but..

Seeing him naked wasn’t something you ever really stopped to consider happening. Now, no thanks to a contaminated crime scene, you were about to.

,, And, your mind served up it’s usual dose of torment, he’s about to see you naked too. In what world is this not about to make things just a little more awkward between you both?”

But Sara said it wouldn’t be that bad and she hadn’t steered you wrong yet. Maybe there were partitions. By the time Grissom and Sara finished their decontamination shower and you were being led in with Greg, you had yourself convinced that everything was going to be just peachy.

Except, of course, it wasn’t.

The tent set up offered no privacy at all. And the officer escorting you had to give you a nudge. “Go on. We need those clothes. Your emergency contact is on the way with a change of clothing.”

You took several shaky breaths and your fingers were shaking so hard as you stripped down that you fumbled it up on more than one occasion. And of course, the clasp of your bra would choose today to get stuck and refuse to budge.

“Goddamn it.” you swore under your breath.

The harsh and frantic whisper caught Greg’s attention and he gazed at you a second or two. You struggled with the clasp a second or two longer and finally, the garment fell to the pavement. 

“Shit.” Greg’s sharp intake of breath as he spun around to face away at warp speed stung more than a little but you shoved it down. As the water beat against your skin in sharp bursts, you turned. And as you turned, you tried not to let your eyes linger on Greg standing not even four feet away in a similar state of undress.

But a droplet of water dripped from chestnut colored hair and rolled down his nose before settling on his lips. And while you were fixated on that, your eyes happened to catch on the sparse darkness of his chest hair. And naturally, what would happen next but your eyes darted just a little lower. You were just grateful that Greg was squeezing those magnetic brown eyes of his shut tight right now. You turned away when you were told and squeezed your own eyes shut to combat the steady beat of water hitting your body from at least two different angles as it moved up and down. You took long and deep breaths as you stood there.

The baggy clothes he normally wore hid away muscular shoulders. Biceps. A hint of a six pack and the happy trail that you hadn’t dared to stare any lower than and now thanks to the shower you were both enduring, those things about him were burned into your brain and you just knew in the depths of your soul that you were never going to look at him the same way again.

If anything, the infatuation you felt had grown.

And seeing him like this left quite a few questions lingering in your head.

Questions that wouldn’t ever have an answer -or so you thought.

Greg’s softly muttered obscenity got your eyes fluttering open but not all the way. Enough to know that the intent gaze you were feeling right now wasn’t just from the biohazard team. Greg was looking right at you. Trying to do it covertly, of course, but the fact remained. He was looking and this meant that you were no longer the only person guilty of sneaking a peek when the other wasn’t aware and that… That made you feel so much better, way less dirty than you felt when it was you who were doing the staring at him earlier.

His tongue dragged the outline of his mouth and when his eyes settled on the little cartoonish ghost stick and poke on your shoulder, the slightest hints of a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. But then his eyes did the same as yours, they went lower.

Because of course they did, it couldn’t be helped.

By the time his eyes were making a trail back up your body -slow and intent, really taking in every inch you couldn’t help but notice it, the water pressure was dying down to a trickle. One of the biohazard team held out a towel to you and you took it, wrapping it around you as you took a deep breath to pull yourself together and made your way out to the second tent where a change of clothes was waiting.

Your friend must have been the one to bring clothes by and drop them off because you saw your favorite shirt on top of the pile of clothing left for you -your faded and thin Rob Zombie concert tee. As you rushed to tug up your underwear and then your jeans, Greg dressed quietly across the room but you could feel it, his eyes lingering, burning into you.

You glanced up. He managed that adorable little half grin that always made your heart melt just a little more every time he did it. You stuck out your tongue because it seemed like the current situation was in need of something to lighten the mood a little.

The tension was palpable. Thick enough to cut with a knife or pluck out of the air with your hand and hold it.

You plucked the red bra off the top of your shirt and began to put it on, grumbling when you realized that your fingers were still kind of shaky, making the clasp a pain in your ass all over again.

And maybe it was your inner antagonist at play, but you wandered over and you tapped Greg’s shoulder.

Greg turned around swift enough that your bodies just barely grazed. His breath caught and he tensed just slightly. You took a shaky breath and gazed up at him. “Can you fasten me?” you asked, squirmy under his intent gaze. Your arms crossed over your tits to at least attempt covering your upper body.

Greg’s mouth opened and closed for a second or two. Then he chuckled and motioned for you to turn facing away. You slipped the bra onto your body and Greg’s bare chest brushed against your bare back for just a split second before shaking hands fastened the dual clasps at the back of the garment.

And when you whirled around it put you body to body all over again because of course, you did it fast. You locked eyes with him and your teeth tugged at  your bottom lip. “Thank you.” you managed to mumble before walking back over to the side of the tent where your favorite pair of thick soled boots were waiting. You sank down onto the stool and tugged on the shoes and for a few seconds you kept sitting there as you tried to pull yourself together.

And you tried and tried. But it wasn’t happening.

Greg was waiting in the SUV you’d ridden to the scene together in and the ride back to the station was quiet. Filled with that smothering tension. You did your best to keep your eyes trained on the buildings and trees as they whizzed past in your window and Greg focused intently on the road stretched out ahead, his knuckles white against the wheel.

“Welcome to the team, I guess.” he joked quietly. You laughed and the laughter died away leaving behind heavy silence that lingered just a little too long all over again. As the SUV pulled to a stop in the garage, Greg killed the engine.

“On the bright side, we get some extra sleep.” he mused. You glanced over, your brows raised in question. “Hm?”

“They’ll make us go home and monitor ourselves just to make sure we didn’t get too much exposure to whatever they found.” Greg shrugged as he got out of the SUV. You hopped out next and it just so happened that he’d walked around to your side, apparently to open your door for you. It was this sweet little habit he’d developed. As you settled on your feet you found yourself body to body with him for the second time in a day and you gulped.

You tried not to picture him, his chest under the baggy t-shirt he wore. Your finger raised, growing a mind of its own as it dragged over the top of the design on the soft fabric. If you’d been looking up at him you would’ve seen the way he gulped and if you’d been looking a little further  down you’d have seen him straining hard against the baggy faded blue jeans. But you were practically staring a hole through his chest as you tried not to recall the muscles lurking beneath or the true broadness of his shoulders. Or, better yet, the way he towered over you like he did.

You failed miserably at all of the above. Eyes trained to his chest as your mind spun out of control.

“Your cell phone is ringing.” Greg chuckled quietly.

You were dragged back into the moment by your cell phone blasting a slowed down version of Do I Wanna Know” and you shrugged, unable to do much else. The ringing died away and you finally managed to look up and meet his gaze. 

His eyes settled on the faded logo on the front of your shirt, once a vibrant red and now more rust in color. As brown eyes darted over the words Rob Zombie, he grinned to himself, eyes lingering a second or two before he looked up, right at you. “You like Rob Zombie?”

You laughed softly. Nodding.

Neither of you noticed that you were migrating closer to each other until your back met the side of the SUV with a soft smack and you found yourself trapped between Greg’s towering frame and the door at your back.

Not a word was coming out of either of you.

That ever-present tension between the two of you seemed to grow even heavier, suffocating. Almost too much to breathe.

“Do you wanna..” he trailed off, shaking his head at himself. He was distancing from your body a little and you pouted about it. He seemed to be talking himself out of saying whatever it was he’d been about to say or ask. You reach out and grab hold of his belt loop, pulling him in close all over again. 

“If you wanna ask me something just do it. It.. Can’t get much more awkward than it already has, can it?” you were only partially teasing. A soft laugh bubbled up from deep inside and he grinned a little, shaking his head. “It can’t.” he admitted as he took a deep breath. Fidgeting and shuffling worn sneakers against the pavement. “Do you wanna.. Maybe grab a bite to eat? Sara’s already gone, I can take you home.”

Your heart was beating so loud you could hear it echoing, banging around like a drum in your ears. If it beat any faster it might just vacate your chest entirely.

“Yeah.” you grinned. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Greg’s grin was brighter this time. Less shy. He seemed to stand a little straighter, you couldn’t help but notice it. This made him even taller and if you didn’t secretly want to climb the man like a tree already, you definitely do now.

“I know this great place, their ribs are to die for.” you groan at the thought as you say it and he laughs. As you’re walking over to the spot where he usually parks, you bump against his side and your hands brush. You don’t dare look at him when you do it but you graze your pinkie against his. 

Brown eyes dart down, fixed on your hands as they brush against each others with each step taken. He doesn’t say anything about it and neither do you. For almost a split second he’s teetering on the borderline, he’s wondering if maybe Sara and the rest of the team weren’t… onto something when they pointed out the way you two seem to just drift together.

And then, to top it off, his mind chooses to replay his dream from the night before and the glimpses he’d stolen of your perfect body, dripping wet in the impromptu decontamination shower earlier. If he were braver he’d probably go for it, he’d probably at least try acting on the magnets pull to you he feels lately.

Your hands brush again and this time you slip your pinkie through his just for a split second. He nearly chokes on his goddamn tongue when it happens and he tries to tell himself it had to be an accident but you’re not letting go.

He aims the key fob at his car and the headlights blink. As always, he stops by the passenger door, opens it for you. You find yourself body to body with him and neither of you are making a move to separate. All you can do is stare up at him while you replay the shower over and over again.

One of you had to do something. You remember a half joking conversation between you and Sara earlier in the month. The one where you admitted that maybe you were attracted to Greg. The one where she told you that if it were true, you were going to have to be the brave one, clue him in.

And you were just so fucking tired of holding back. Fighting the pull because it was consuming, stronger than you ever dreamt you were.

You snag a finger in his belt loop and use it to pull him against you and it happens so fast that at first he thinks he’s hallucinating, that he had to have dreamt the whole thing. But then your hand is fisting the front of his t-shirt, fingers tugging at soft and worn fabric. And you’re raising up on your feet to close the distance between your mouths. And every last bit of restraint he was hanging onto by a thread is gone. Snapped in half by the softness of your lips meeting his clumsily.

His hand settles on your hip, fingers digging against the side of your shirt as the tips graze right against soft flesh when the action causes your shirt to ride up. His other hand catches in the hair at the back of your head and it tangles in soft, wet locks to tug. To pull your mouth in deeper. His tongue parts your lips without much effort because your mouth practically falls open to allow it and when you give that quiet little purr it’s all he can do to shift a little just so you don’t feel the exact second that all the blood in his upper body rushes all the way down south.

But you feel it twitching. Growing. Pushing against the front of his jeans and poking against your clothed mound and the feel of it has you biting his lip. Rubbing against him just to get a little closer. The kiss breaks and you’re both light headed. You’re practically clinging to the man as he gapes down at you and drags the back of his hand across his reddened lips.

“I,uh… Fuck.” he mumbles quietly, closing the distance between your mouths all over again. You melt into him even more and your arm winds up thrown over his shoulder, your hand cradled against the back of his head as his tongue traces your lips and then your teeth before connecting with your tongue, massaging. Gentle. A little clumsy because somehow you manage to knock your teeth against each other and the resulting jolt leaves you both bristling at impact.  But the kiss deepens again and it’s deep enough that you’re lightheaded and the parking garage is spinning. You nearly forget to breathe a second or two and your nails drag lazily over his scalp and it sends a shiver through his entire body. His hands leave your hips and settle on your ass as he plucks you off your feet and your legs circle his waist.

Food is long forgotten by this point.

When the kiss breaks and you pull away this time, you surprise yourself when the words leave your mouth. “Greg, I… fuck.” you squirm against him just to get a little friction going as you toy with his t-shrit because you’ve barely got the boldness to say what you’re about to, let alone look him in the eyes while doing so. “What? Hey, c’mon.” he coaxes as he sits you on the hood of his car and steps between your legs so that he can grip your jaw and make you look at him, “Talk to me.”

“Fuck me.” you breathe the words out and you’re torn between wanting to simply disappear on the spot and wondering what he’ll say.

He growls quietly. “You wanna go home with me, kitten?” he questions.

“Mhm.”

He chuckles quietly. Brown eyes blacked out in lust when they meet yours again. “You.. want me to fuck you, hm?”

“Please?” you add the word as you tilt your head. The sight of your neck exposed has him staring. Licking his lips. He bends into you and his mouth locks against unmarked skin, you can feel the first bruise starting to form.

“I wanna make you feel good, kitten.” he mumbles the promise against your neck in a husky whisper. “I’m gonna.”

“I bet you are.” your head falls back as his mouth moves lower. Latching against skin sporadically until your neck is littered with hickies, big and small in size. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you back there, y’know.” he admits it quietly. Just a hint of his usual sheepishness seeping through as his head dips down and his forehead settles against your clothed tits. He breathes in deep as if he’s struggling to control himself.

“We gotta get outta here, kitten.” he glances up at you after a failed attempt or two at self control. “If we don’t the security cameras are gonna have some real entertainment. Because I’m not gonna be able to hold it together much longer.”

You whimper in need when he bucks himself against you after pulling you towards him a little closer. He scoops you off the hood of his car in a rush and you’re carefully deposited into the passenger seat. He even leans across and fastens the seatbelt while stealing another deep and biting kiss with your hand caught in his hair, tugging at it to tug his mouth into yours as deep as it’ll go. One of his hands settles between your thighs and you gasp, arching yourself towards it, desperate to feel more of his touch.

“As soon as I get you alone..” he promises, his lips breaking from yours as he reluctantly shuts the door on you and makes himself walk around, getting into the driver seat. As soon as he’s in the car and buckled in, his hand is between your thighs again, squeezing the insides. Massaging. You melt against the passenger seat and your breath comes in short and shaky pants. The closer he gets to your throbbing, needy sex, the more you squirm and try to rock against his hand as it wanders.

When his hand settles against, cupping you and rubbing, his hand pushing against your clothed cunt, you whine out his name. The sound of it goes straight to his cock and his hand grips the wheel tighter, knuckles paper white with strain of his grip. “Fuck.” he groans out, “You’re so warm, baby. I bet you’re dripping right now.” he bites his lip and shifts around again as the car slows to a stop beneath a red light down the block from the apartment complex he lives in. It’s a good thing too because if he gets any harder his cock is going to burst.  Just the thought of what’s about to happen sends an electric thrill racing through his entire body.

The car comes to a stop in his assigned space outside the building and he’s unfastening your seat belt. Pulling you over the center console and into his lap with his hands and mouth all over you as he bucks himself into you with reckless abandon. Your head falls back as you meet the clothed thrusts eagerly, whimpering and whining, your hands catch in his hair as his head rests against your tits and he takes several deep breaths as if trying to restrain himself all over again.

He opens the door to the car and gets out, you’re still entangled with his body, clinging to him as he carries you to his door. Your back meets the door with a soft thud and you whine when his teeth latch down on your neck leaving a mark behind that stings a little but has you dripping even more. Your legs dig against his side and your hands tangled up in his hair, tugging as his mouth crashes against your own. It’s harder than he imagined ; opening the door with one hand while the other roams your body freely, but he finally manages. He steps into his apartment and the door bangs shut softly behind him. Your back meets a well cushioned brown suede sectional in the living room with the softest rustle just seconds later and his mouth is latched onto your neck, teeth against skin with every intent on leaving a tangible mark behind that he’s been there when he’s done with you.

Your fingers catch in the bottom of his shirt and you whine and whimper as you start to tug it off his body and he’s rutting himself against your thigh as his hands slip up your shirt, the clasp of your bra coming free with one finger slipped beneath the band. Your shirt and bra wind up settled on the coffee table beside the couch you’ve been laid down on and Greg’s shirt winds up draped over the back. You both pause and laugh quietly against each other’s skin when you realize that in the rush, somehow both of you forgot to take off your shoes and now, they’re a very tangible obstacle.

Or are they?

His fingers catch in the waistband of your jeans and he leans down into you again, his mouth conquering yours. You’re unbuttoning his jeans and he’s rocking himself into you in a frenzied pace, grunts and quiet groans filling the air as each thrust of his body into yours makes you warmer, sends you into a fever pitch to meet the thrusts eagerly. He starts to tug down your jeans and underwear after dragging the tip of his thick digit over the lace design and sending a shiver through your body while he’s kissing you all over, his eyes fixed on you with equal parts of adoration and hunger.

Like he’s been wanting what’s about to happen for a while now. It’s all happening so fast and somehow, it’s not fast enough. For either of you, apparently.

Your jeans and panties are around your ankles and he untangles himself from you to let his jeans and boxers settle at his ankles. Neither of you seem to stop to think that maybe just taking your shoes off would be the thing to do, the whole scenario has this overwhelming current of here, now. Before you lose your mind. Need.

He settles himself back between your thighs and his hand circles his cock as he drags it between your folds and sends a shiver racing through your body. Your arms raise and your hands settle on those broad shoulders, your nails dig against his skin just barely. A little harder when he slips the tip in as his finger circles your clit, teasing and drawing a very loud whimper out of you. 

He settles on top of you and you whine in need as he sinks deeper. Filling you. He stops when he feels you tensing a little and while he’s letting you adjust he’s kissing you, nipping at any skin he can get his mouth on, playing with your tits as you dig your nails in against his shoulder just a little more and  your other hand fists at the cushion below your body. When you start to rock yourself against his length and he sinks in even deeper he growls and both hands grip your hips to bring you to a stop. “Easy.” he groans out against your neck, “Feels so fuckin good, kitten.” he warns as he starts to drive into you all over again. Slower. More deliberate. His hand settled between your bodies as his finger circles and strokes your clit until your stomach is coiled so tight. He laughs quietly. “Feel good, babe?” he asks, biting down on your neck again when you’re too overloaded to speak up and you’re only whimpering incoherently.

“So.” you moan out, your back arching, pushing you up into him as you meet each one of his deep thrusts with your own, “So good, ah - oh god.. Oh.. right there.” your moan is louder, it’s echoing off the walls and shattering the silence, “Greg, oh.. Mmmm.. Faster, c’mon baby.” you beg.

He obliges you and your nails drag down his back, sending a shiver racing through him as it happens. He can feel you pulse around his cock and the way your walls vise him and hold him inside have him so close to filling you up that his hips stammer and he stops to lean down into you as he crashes his mouth against your own, a biting and needy kiss that lasts long enough you’re practically breathing for each other by the end of it. “Fuck.” he groans out, “Fuck you’re takin me so well.” the wet slosh of each deep drive making him just a little more feral every time he hears the sound. “C’mon baby. C’mon.” he coaxes. “You can let go for me. Let me have it all, kitten.”

And you shatter, your orgasm leaves you shaking as it rips through you and tears you apart. You’re clinging to him and moaning, your hips frantic to try and keep up with his sped up pace and the way he buries to the hilt completely and bottoms out a time or two while you fuck yourself up and down on his cock to try and ride out your high. Your nails digging in just a little harder which leads to him, pounding you harder. Faster. Deeper.

“‘M so close. Fuck. Fuck.” he growls quietly as his hips stammer and he tries to slow down, tries to back himself away from going over the edge. “Don’t stop, fuck.” you beg breathlessly as you feel his body tense and he leans down into you much more heavily, “Baby, c’mon. Need it, I-” you clutch at the cushion and his shoulder as your heel digs into his ass when your legs wrap around him even tighter and the new angle has him striking against that one spot over and over with each sloppy thrust, “Wanna feel you, c’mon.” you beg.

His orgasm is blinding, he practically melts against you from above and his mouth buries in the space between your neck and shoulders as he’s kissing you and throbbing, his warm,thick release filling you up inside as the excess pools beneath you. You capture his face in your hands and kiss him til he can’t breathe and he bites your bottom lip.

The ringing of both your phones at once has the two of you sharing a look as the haze begins to wear away for both of you. You finally manage to grasp what you think is your phone but you quickly discover you’ve grabbed his instead when Nick Stokes asks with a shocked tone, “That you, ___?”

“Mhm. What’s up?”

“What’s up with you, hm? Is there a reason you’re answering Greggo’s phone?” Nick taunts. Greg grumbles and takes the phone and hands you your phone. And naturally, Sara is full of questions. So many questions.

You wander up behind Greg and mold yourself against his bare body and he turns to face you, wrapping his arms around. He lowers the phone and chuckles and it’s a cute and almost sheepish sound. “You know they’re going to give us so much hell…”

“And?”

His eyes light up and he bends down, pulling you up as his mouth crashes against yours.

“Can you two concentrate? Stop distracting each other. Wait til you’re off the phone, shit.” the Texan grumbles loudly on the other end of Greg’s call and on your end, Sara is just laughing. “I’ll call you back later, firefly.”

“Later, Sidle. Just like.. Not tonight. I think I’m gonna crash here tonight.”

Hearing you say it brings an even bigger grin to Greg’s face as he pulls you against him even closer. The phone calls are finally done and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Then he smirks at you. “I saw you earlier, ya know… Watching me in the shower?”

“Oh? Well I saw you too. Did you see something you liked, Sanders?”

“Plenty, kitten. And hopefully, it’s all mine now.”

You giggle and lightly swat at his chest as you look up at him and nod. “Definitely.”

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[lillianofliterature]

open fire | luke skywalker x reader

a/n: I’ve been going through my archive and trying to fix a lot of aesthetic and grammar errors in old posts (especially all the spelling errors my old laptop’s word processor didn’t catch), which includes needing to update this a little bit as a fic instead this imagine style it was in. I put it in the wrong post format before and couldn’t add a title when I tried to edit it. 

So if this sounds familiar to you, it’s because this is essentially a repost with some revised bits that took it from 1.4K to 1.6K. :P

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK.

[gif not mine, found on google ages ago.]

summary: while being taken prisoner on Cloud City alongside Leia, Chewie, and Han, you get the bright idea to stage an escape.

warnings: fighting, blaster violence, this is before Luke and Leia realize they’re twins lmao and the reader misinterpreted their connection

word count: 1.6K

music: Ben’s Death and TIE Fighter Attack by John Williams

You writhed in the harsh grip of the Stormtroopers as they ushered you down the marbled hall towards what you assumed would be your end. The more you fought to wrench yourself from their grasp, the more their gloved hands dug into your skin and wrinkled the fabric of your shirt. A few feet in front of you, a half dozen more troopers surrounded Princess Leia, leading your small procession toward the cells below the Cloud City palace.

As you grunted while trying to free yourself, you noticed Leia’s head turn to the side, her dark eyes trying to meet yours. 

“Stop fighting them, (Y/n). Not here. The more you resist, the more they resort to less affable solutions.” As she uttered the word ‘affable’, her tone turned flout and she sneered at the trooper to her left. Leia’s reply halted your attempts, but in her warning, you caught onto her subtle plan.

Not here. Not yet, anyway. 

You stopped fighting momentarily, allowing yourself to process the situation, to run through as many variables as you could. You looked at the troopers in front of you and surveyed their armor; where their guns were, where their armor didn’t quite cover their bodies, with which hands they grasped their weapons. Just above their boots was a break between their calves and their thighs; a window of opportunity. If you could swing your leg up far enough to your left, you could dead-leg the imp whose grip had agonized your arm and send him crashing into the trooper on your right. 

“It’s alright, kid. We’ll get out of this, one way or another.” You heard Han add from some distance behind you. The breathy state of his voice revealed that he, too, had tried freeing himself from their clutches. He was eager to find a way to escape and get back to the Falcon. Preferably before you reached the Sith lord eagerly awaiting the arrival of his new prisoners—Darth Vader himself.

You were already planning on it. 

As you rounded the corner, you noticed the shadows from the hall grow taller. They were taking you deeper within the city, further from exits, narrowing your chances. Your pulse hitched as you realized this. Adrenaline began coursing through you, quickening your heartbeat and making your skin clammy with sweat. 

If you didn’t try now, when would you ever have another chance? 

When you were locked away and looney from torture? 

Without thinking, you swung your leg up and sent that very same Stormtrooper to the ground with a thud. Although his fall didn’t distract the other on your right enough to lessen his grip, that didn’t stop you. You spun around and yanked down the other’s arm, thrusting the gun from his grasp and kneeing him in the gap under his breastplate. He doubled over and fell on top of the first, his gun clattering onto the ground. 

The commotion set in around you almost immediately; the shuffling of boots acclimated and the shouting of their voices through their mechanical helmets echoed around you. 

“’Atta girl, (Y/n)! Wahoo!” You heard Han’s shout for victory as he followed suit, attacking his own captors where they were weakest. They fell to the ground in a gathering heap of plastic and metal. Leia did the same, although with much more ease than you had (she had obviously done this before).

The blood rushed to your head and your nerves made your hands tremor as your thrust yourself forward onto the ground for the blaster. As your fingers wrapped around the handle, you swung around and pulled down on the trigger, downing another trooper who had been inches from yanking you up into his chest plate. You fired again and again, in every direction that a suit of white armor moved. 

Leia and Han began firing as well and within seconds you were the only three left standing in the corridor, but the relief did not come. Far down the hall, as if from every direction, boots thundered closer. You froze and looked frantically in every direction, unsure of where to go, unsure of which way lessened the chances of being shot…or worse, captured. 

“This way!” Leia shouted, directing both of you back in the direction you had come from. Soon enough, the unsettling sounds of pursuit died away into the distance and a tentative silence fell. You looked to Leia for guidance, unsure of the wisest move. Should you make a mad dash for the ship? Or scheme your way out of the city with a cunning plan? Maybe crawl through the vents—could any of you even fit?

Suddenly, another burst of blasts were fired down the hall, their red light reflecting upon the walls. With this chaotic turn of events, you felt a sudden urge of bravery surge through you. You were just a pilot, a girl who could fly ships and fire blasters. But Leia—she was a princess on her way to becoming a general. She wasn’t expendable. 

And in a sense, really, neither was Han. He was one of the best pilots in the galaxy and an important ally to the rebellion—and to the princess. With an honorable promotion coming his way, he was destined to do something great for the war effort. His brazen courage had caught the eye of the Rebellion and their leaders, meaning Han would be offered a vital position to serve to rebel forces. 

You, on the other hand, were just a star-crossed girl with a fancy for flying ships and a love for the sound of whirring engines. A girl who’d barely seen conflict, who had hardly known the hardships of war. A girl madly in love with a boy sworn to keep himself from any form of attachments… 

An image of Luke flashed in your mind, convicting you to act on it. If anything ever happened to Leia, it would crush him. Despite the twinge of jealousy in your heart, you couldn’t bear for Luke to lose the woman he loved. It would destroy him, just as knowing his love was for another was slowly destroying you.

“Han, get Leia out of here! You gotta get to the Falcon! Go through the air ducts!” You spit out orders, your voice breaking the pensive silence between you, accompanying the distant barrage of blaster-fire. 

As you took a few steps away, Han gave you a quizzical look, while Leia opened her mouth to object. 

“Just get out of here!” You shouted, turning on your heel and taking off down the corridor. You poised your blaster in front of your chest, ready to release a spray of cauterizing death to anything that moved. You could feel your heartbeat deafeningly in your head as your adrenaline surged, pulsing through your limbs like you’d been plugged into a circuit board. 

When you rounded the corner, the red light of lasers had subsided somewhat. You stuck to the wall and pinned yourself behind a pillar, peeking out every few seconds. Where had those troopers gone? Why had they retreated so quickly? Sure, your plan was unexpected, but not enough to scare off a whole regiment.

 Chancing, another glance around the corner, you hoped you’d find nothing more than a few corpses. To your disappointment, you saw the flash of movement around another doorway just across the hall, and the barrel of a blaster recede with it.

You sucked in your breath as if to hide your presence from the trooper for as long as you could; but what good would hiding do a this point? They knew you were there, they knew their prisoners had staged a mutiny. 

Without further thought, you jumped out of concealment and opened fire, which ricocheted off the marble and flared down the hall, leaving scorch marks where it had collided. You kept firing, hoping for the stars to hit something and save Han and Leia’s skins. 

The figure jumped behind the pillar with blurred haste, unwilling to risk being mutilated—even by a girl who was currently taking no aim but firing with gumption regardless. 

When you felt you had done enough, you lunged back behind the pillar, hoping to dodge their retaliation. You knew better than to assume you’d downed them that quickly. Your chest heaved and you stood as still as you could against the cold wall, praying and hoping whoever, or whatever, got your hint. 

Especially if it was another imperial. 

You held your blaster to your chest once again, the barrel pointed upwards. 

You were ready to open fire once more when the shadow of a figure cascaded by your feet. You stuck your blaster forwards and let out a gasp of air, frightened and unsure of yourself, but no less brave. 

One bright flare had left the barrel but never met the mark. It was not the sight before you that halted your finger from crushing the trigger again, but a force of pressure on your muscles that made your entire body freeze against your will. The one blast you had managed to fire hung suspended and burning in the air for a grueling second before it crashed into the adjacent wall, crackling against the smooth stone.

“(Y/n), it’s me! Don’t shoot!” A boyish voice barked.

When you took in the figure’s features, your body relaxed, however, your heart refused to calm its rapid pace. His hand was suspended in the air, his ability to use the Force the only thing having saved him from being shot. His sandy blonde hair was all too familiar, as well as his wonderfully blue eyes. 

“Luke?”

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i don’t think that tsukishima would have a super easy time showing affection either tbh 

we all know he became emotionally stunted when after he found out akiteru lied to him about being on the volleyball team

but he opened his heart up to you <33

you had recently moved moved to karasuno from nekoma because of your mom’s job

you had always kept to yourself in school since you didn’t see people who looked like you ever since you moved to japan as a kid

you also planned to keep it that way here, but you did befriend yamaguchi because of his kind nature

and being friends with yamaguchi is being friends with tsukishima since they’re a package deal

surprisingly you and tsuki got along fairly well because of your similar snarky attitude and sarcastic sense of humor 

and eventually y’all fell for eachother (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

lemme tell y’all he is struggling out here too ok 💀

it took him MONTHS to ask you out and when he did it was...a thing 😃

“You, me, movie, Friday night.”

this nigga just walked away 💀

LIKE SIR WHAT???9!2:”?!!?>>:

but you liked him too so you decided to go anyways 😗

when he picked you up from your house he was actually acting very much like a gentleman

he brought you flowers, complimented your outfit, held the door for you, and even kept the snarky comments to a minimum.

he totally didn’t ask noya and tanaka for help

meanwhile you were wondering if he had been cloned my aliens or sum shit 🤨🤔

you both saw the movie and it was good but to tsuki there was one problem

you weren’t letting him touch you???

not like that y’all nasty asses 😒

when he tried to the classic drape the arm over the shoulder move you jumped like 10 ft in the air 😭

and when he tried to hold your hand you just pulled away.

it actually made him really insecure and the thought he was doing something wrong.

he was cursing tanaka and noya in his head 

but tsukishima kei is not a quitter 😤

so he decided to try and hold your hand one more time while you were waiting on the train.

but he failed :/ 

you still pushed away and looked down at your shoes

“Am I doing something wrong?”

you looked up and kei had an unusually soft expression on his face with a hint of sadness. 

you didn’t realize that you might’ve been hurting his feelings by rejecting his advances.

“No, it’s just..”

“Just what?” 

“I’ve never been with anybody romantically before. I guess I was just a little bit scared. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m so sorry Kei.”

“It’s fine dumbass, you should’ve just told me. We’ll take it slow if you want.” 

he was glad that you told him what it was because all kinds of thoughts were running through his head 💀

but you did let him hold your hand on the train so you both had a good time ❤

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