#i would subconsciously move a pillow and put it over its head

[vampcubus]

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐇𝐂𝐒

a/n: i've been fussing over these for weeks just take 'em ;-;

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : inosuke, tanjiro, zenitsu, kyojuro, and tengen + wives.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sfw, references to marriage and children.

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

— Inosuke is not used to sleeping with other people, and you can tell he’s never been cuddled either. He tenses up and wriggles away the first time you attempt to spoon him in your sleep.

“You really don’t want to cuddle, Inosuke?” you sighed dejectedly.

“Why would I?!” 

You make a sad face and shuffle back to your own bedroll. With Inosuke’s usual total disregard for personal space, you’d thought he wouldn’t mind if you swooped in for a cuddle. He’s very much like a cat in that regard, he only wanted to be touched on his terms.

There’s a moment of silence before you hear grumbling and shuffling, and the next thing you know he’s pressed to your side, the fur of his mask tickling your chin as he tucks his “face” into the crook of your neck.

— Refuses to sleep any other way after that.

— He’ll act betrayed when you take naps without him when he’s readily available. “You took a nap without me?!” his heart is shattered, how could you?

— God forbid one or both of you are injured and get put in separate rooms because as soon as he wakes, he’s sneaking out to crawl into your bed with you. No amount of scolding from you or Shinobu is gonna keep him away for long.

— Tends to spoon you subconsciously, either slipping a leg between yours or wrapping it around you n holding onto you like a backpack. 

— He moves around a lot in his sleep, so prepare to wake up with a foot in your face or from getting kicked. Especially if he’s having particularly engaging dreams, you may or may not be mistaken for some all-powerful beast for Inosuke to conquer in dreamland.

— Inosuke is so god damn hyper in the morning and it can be a lot, especially since he wants you to be up too so you can start a new day together. It’s hard to keep up with his enthusiasm, and sometimes you just turn over and cover your ears with a pillow to drown him out. Most times that'll get your blankets yoinked, and you’ll be beaten to death (not really) with that same pillow.

“HEY DON’T IGNORE ME! WAKE UP!”

— Though sometimes he can be soft. You’ll wake up to a strange weight on your tummy and find him sitting there, staring at you like a cat waiting for its owner to wake up. And sometimes he’ll just lay back down, covering you with his body and nuzzling his face into your neck. And if you lift a heavy hand to play idly with his hair, he might just fall back asleep again.

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— A cuddle bug that wants nothing more than to snuggle up on the futon with you after a long night of demon slaying.

— He’s the type to scoot closer if you move away in your sleep since he will wake up if he doesn’t feel you there anymore.

— Please spoon him. You will not regret it for a moment. He runs warm and is the perfect size for cuddling! Tan sighs so happily when you pull him against you, tucking his head right beneath your chin. Your comforting scent and firm embrace lull him right to sleep.

— Alternatively, he wakes up if he smells your distress, so you’ll never be alone if you have a nightmare. You don’t have to tell him what it was about, but he does insist on staying up with you to comfort you. Even when he’s struggling to keep his eyes open, he’ll pet your head and just talk to you until you’ve calmed down enough to doze off again.

— His duties as the Sun Hashira often keep him away for long periods, and he definitely misses your presence at his side when he stops to rest. It’s simply not the same without the weight of your arm strewn over his waist or the soft sounds of your breathing. He’ll even miss your snoring. That’s why he's always eager to return, all of his worries disintegrating as you gather him in your arms and murmur sweet things to him until he nods off.

— In the summer months, he’ll understand if you don’t want to cuddle, but he’ll want to at least hold your hand. 

— Settling down for the night together is a cherished ritual and he wants to be a part of it. Whether it’s taking pins or accessories out of your hair, or putting it into a protective style for sleeping, he wants to help out. He’s also damn good at giving massages and head rubs, so never be afraid to ask if you need a little more help winding down. That man lives to dote on you.

— Tanjiro rarely has the heart to wake you up early, but he makes you breakfast and leaves notes around your home if he’s gotta run somewhere. He melts into a puddle if he finds you making breakfast early in the morning, domesticity really does it for him.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— You’ve married a cryptid. I'm so sorry.

— Zenitsu sleepwalks as I’m sure you can imagine. You’ll wake up to him out of bed, standing ominously in the middle of the room.

“Zenitsu honey, come back to bed,” you’d murmur tiredly after the initial shock wears off. Even asleep he bends to your will, crawling back onto the futon to sidle up against you once more. 

— Other times you’ll hear noises coming from the kitchen and find him making a whole meal in his goddamn sleep. Which is quite adorable, but also dangerous like pls you’re going to hurt yourself.

— The times he’s not wandering about, he’s snuggled up to you as close as he can get, face buried in your chest or neck, arms and legs wrapped around you.

— He snores if he’s on his back but it’s soft enough to sleep through.

— Giggles in his sleep if he’s having a good dream (he always says all the best ones are of you ❤︎)

— Zenitsu tends to sleep sprawled out on top of you. Oftentimes he returns from a long day of demon slaying, crawls right on top of you, and crashes for several hours. 

— He’s your weighted blanket <333

— Zenitsu never wants either of you to leave the bed in the mornings. He’ll cling, whine, and plead for “five more minutes.” (but it’s always much longer than that) 

— Sometimes you can coax him to release the death grip around your waist with promises of his favorite breakfast or endless kisses, other times you’ll just have to cope with being late to places.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— Deep sleeper!! with you anyways. As soon as he’s out, very little will wake him.

— Kyo’s definitely a cuddler! And the best suited for it too since he radiates heat like a furnace. It’s stifling during the summer months, but he truly can’t bear to be parted from you. Sleeping light or nude would be best, not like you’ll have to worry about getting cold when your husband is a literal space heater. 

— He’s an absolute dream during the colder months, and you know he takes full advantage of the weather as an excuse to snuggle every second of the day.

— Mumbles in his sleep every now and then. It’s usually gibberish or a breathy chuckle, but sometimes you can discern whispers of “tasty” and bits and pieces of your name.

— Kyojuro becomes reliant on your presence to sleep over time. It happened so slowly he didn’t realize his dependency until he found himself lying wide awake and restless out in the field. 

— He swore he could fall asleep anywhere before he met you but now… now he needs the sound of your soft snores next to his ear. He needs the feeling of your warm body against his. How was he supposed to sleep without someone there to hog the blanket? or crawl on top of him in the middle of the night when close just wasn’t close enough?

— Worst of all, you aren’t there to pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him as he wakes up — it’s those moments he wouldn’t trade for the world. You always treat him with such care, allowing yourself to be held hostage in bed until he also awoke, even when his profession meant his rest stretched on into the afternoon hours.

“The Flame Hashira lives!” you’d sing playfully as he blinks the film of sleep from his eyes, staring up at you with nothing but love and adoration. You’d lean down to kiss his lonely forehead, but not before purring your eagerly awaited utterance of “Good morning, baby.”

His eyes flutter closed as your lips brush over his forehead, grinning so widely his cheeks dimple.

“G’morning, darling flame,” he’d rasp in that rumbly morning voice that makes your cheeks feel warm. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

— Kyojuro tends to nod off while he’s got his head resting on your lap during dates, especially if you start playing with his hair. He wakes up later to find you’ve also drifted off while sitting up, slumped forward just slightly. Your hair frames your face, the late afternoon sun casting an ethereal glow onto you.

— Napping together is quite a regular occurrence, especially when your duties tend to keep you up during the evening hours. If you’re a slayer too, your sleep schedules match up rather nicely, meaning you’ll be frequently found in a tangle of limbs somewhere.

— If you have children, you’ll often find them knocked out cold with their father. (he’s the type to fall asleep with a baby on his chest) it’s the kind of scene that puts tears in your eyes and makes you sink to your knees. It’s all too tempting to join the cuddle pile with your husband and children.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 + 𝐖𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

— Tengen snores, but not as loud as Suma. The two of them are making harmonies while Makio and Hinatsuru hardly make any noise at all. Though the three of you can all agree you wouldn’t be able to sleep without the sound of your lovers’ snoring after a while.

— They all say goodnight to one another which is very adorable.

“Goodnight Suma.” “Goodnight Hina.” “Goodnight Makio.” “Goodnight Lord Tengen!!” “Goodnight Y/nnnnn~”

It’s back and forth until everyone is accounted for 

— You five sleep in a tangle of limbs, but it’s the coziest cuddle pile you’ll ever sleep in. Tengen’s been married long enough not to be disturbed by shuffling or moving around since sleeping with various other people requires occasional readjusting no matter how you romanticize it.

— Suma usually demands a spot at your side so she can wrap herself around you like a koala. She does drool, but she usually looks so damned cute doing it that you don’t have the heart to move her away from your shoulder. She’s always whispering to you as everyone settles down for bed, and Makio often scolds her for giggling and keeping the others awake. 

— Prepare for those two to bicker over you, oftentimes literally. They’ll hiss and argue whilst they have their arms full of you.

— Hinatsuru sings you lullabies when you just can’t seem to sleep and plays with your hair. Her fingers scratch lovingly over your scalp, smiling as your eyelids droop further under her gentle affections and ethereal voice. You always wake up with a mouthful of her hair, but it’s so worth it.

— Makio gives excellent head rubs when you have a headache, and although she may pretend that you’re a nuisance, you can tell she enjoys taking care of her partners. She’s a big spoon and likes to hold your hand while she sleeps, blushing furiously when you raise her knuckles to your lips.

— Tengen rarely manages to snag you from his wives’ clutches for a spot at your side, but when he does he wraps his entire body around you and nearly smothers you with his heat. He cutely holds things while he sleeps so expect to wake up in a headlock. And if you’re in his clutches when he goes to roll over, you’re getting rolled over as well. It’s a bit disorienting, but he soothes you with an apologetic kiss on your temple if he wakes you.

— Tengen thinks it’s endearing that you try to hold him just like he holds everyone else, even with him being so big. You don’t seem to mind his size, wrapping yourself around him like a backpack and tucking his head under your chin.

— Mornings consist of detangling and lots and lots of kisses!

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #inosuke hashibira x reader #inosuke x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #tanjirou kamado x reader #tanjiro x reader #tanjirou x reader #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #zenitsu x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #rengoku x reader #tengen uzui x reader #uzui tengen x reader #tengen x wives x reader #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kny x reader

[cmncisspnandmore]

Can I ask for a Simon Riley x female reader but she's self conscious about her body (things like stretch marks, acne, unconventional body type) but he doesn't give a damn and loves her anyway lol

Here ya go love, sorry it took so long. <3

Pairing: Simon RIley X Reader

Warnings: Reader has body issues? Simon being sweet.

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You stare at your reflection i n the mirror, smoothing your dress down for the hundredth time. A small frown on your lips as you tugged the tight fabric, trying to pull it away from your body. You felt like you were a sausage, stuffed tight in its casing. The black dress you bought was meant to be flattering. It was meant to make you feel beautiful. But instead you feel like everyone is staring at the pudge on your stomach. You feel like everyone can see the stretch marks on your arms and legs from growing too quickly. 

With a sigh you reach for the hem of the dress, ripping it up over your head and tossing it to the ground. There was nothing in your closet you felt like wearing. Everything was too tight, or too revealing. It was too flashy and drew attention. Or you were afraid it would be too plain and Simon would feel it wasn’t dressy enough for your date. 

Tears burn in your eyes, you wish you were skinnier. You wish you didn't have stretch marks that tiger striped your skin. But you had tried every diet, every lotion, every solution to make yourself feel better about yourself but nothing worked. At this point you weren't even sure why Simon stuck around. He was gorgeous, he could have any girl he wanted yet he was still here with you. Maybe it was pity? Maybe it was convenient? Maybe he didn't feel like trying to date?

Whatever his reason was you sure as hell didn't feel like you deserved him. You wanted to be beautiful, you wanted to look in the mirror and be happy. You didn't want to stand in front of the mirror trying on every item in your closet only to end up wearing the same things you felt safe in. You wanted to dress up for a date night with Simon and love the way you looked… But instead you sit on the bed and cry.

You hate the way you look. You hate the person who stares back at you. You hate the way your thighs touch and how your hair is never shiny enough. How you didn't fill out dresses the way they did on the mannequins. You wanted to wear dresses and thigh highs, you wanted to wear short sleeves. You wanted to wake up one day and not feel like you had to run 2 miles to eat breakfast. You didn't want to sit down for a meal and wonder if it was worth eating. 

You scrub your hand over your face, the tears slide down your cheeks. A harsh breath rushing past your lips as you sit on the edge of the bed. With a sigh you pull on your hoodie and sweatpants, moving to sit back against the headboard. You stare blankly at the clothes thrown about the room. A reminder of all the outfits you tried on and hated. Why couldn't you just be like the other girls? Be like Soap and Gaz’s girlfriends who seemed to wake up and put on anything they wanted.

You swore they could wear a plastic bag and make it designer. But you? If it didn't hide every curve, every stretch mark and scar on your body you wouldn't even think twice about wearing it. It was an automatic no. There were a few things you felt comfortable wearing, your go to was a hoodie and sweatpants when at home. When did you leave the house? A pair of jeans and an oversized shirt. You hated that when you sat down on the couch your automatic response was to hold a pillow on your lap to try and cover your stomach. You hated how you would suck in subconsciously to try and make yourself smaller.

You put your head down on your knees, your arms wrapped around your legs as you cry softly. When would you feel worth it? When would you be happy with your body?

Simon’s gut tells him something is wrong, you told him you would be out once you were dressed. You were supposed to be going out to the pub with Soap and Gaz tonight. But it had been awhile since you disappeared into the bedroom. 

He makes his way towards your shared room, the door getting stuck slightly as he pushes it open. The clothes on the floor get caught under it and cause resistance. The first thing Simon notices is the entirety of your closet all over the room, the scattered hangers around the room. His brown eyes land on you, your head on your knees, shoulders shaking slightly as you cry. His heart breaks, Simon hated to see you upset, and it was simple for him to piece the puzzle together. Clearly trying to find something to wear didn't go well. 

“Love?” Simon calls softly, as he comes to sit on the edge of the bed. It dips slightly from his weight, and his large hand closes over your wrist. He tugs gently and manages to get you to look up from your knees. A frown coming across his face as he takes in the makeup running down your cheeks.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks softly, hishand coming to brush your mascara tears away.

“I just want to be pretty,..’” you whisper hoarsely.

“You are pretty, baby, why do you think you’re not?” Simon's voice is soft as he moves closer to you. His hands come to rest on the tops of your knees, he gives them a small squeeze.

“I’m not like them…” 

“Like who Love?” 

“Like the other girls… They’re so pretty, they  have perfect hair, perfect skin… They can wear whatever they want and look beautiful.. I wear something remotely skin tight and I look like someone overfilled a sausage casing,” You start to sob, hot fat tears rolling down your cheeks again. 

Simon knew you had some underlying issues with how you looked. You would often mention that you wish you could wear something. Or when you would look at one of your magazines he would see your shoulder slump slightly when you got to the ads. The longing look in your eyes as you looked at the girls that littered the pages. But he didn't care that you didn't look like stick thin overly made up barbies. He loved you for who you were. 

He loved your curves, and the way your body fit against his. He didn't find the girls in the magazines attractive, they looked almost sick to Simon. He had always favored women that had some meat on their bones. The ones who didn't look like one slightly strong wind could blow them over. But most importantly he loved you. 

“Baby, I promise that you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. I love every part of you. Your curves. Your stretch marks. The scar on your left shoulder. To the way you crinkle your nose when i say something you find funny but aren't allowed to laugh. I love the way your body fits against mine. I love every part of you, and if I have to tell you every day for the rest of your life just how much I love the parts that you don't , I will.” Simon’s fingers grasp your chin as he leans in, his forehead against yours as he whispers to you.

“You promise?” You whisper, slowly opening your eyes as he pulls back.

“I promise,” He whispers, leaning in and capturing your lips in a soft kiss. “Now how about we stay in tonight, yeah?” He whispers against your lips as his lips ghost along your cheek towards your neck. 

#simon x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon #simon riley x you #Riley #cod mw3 #call of duty #comfort #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #body image #Fluff

[nicxl333]

I’LL BE MISSING YOU— KUNIGAMI RENSUKE X FEM!READER

warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), consensual somnophilia, praise, breeding

kunigami’s priority has been soccer for as long as you could remember. you knew what you were signing up for by dating him, but what happens when you find yourself missing him badly after not seeing him for weeks on end?

tldr- kunigami returns home from abroad and fucks you.

word count: 2k

from the first date you had with Kunigami, there was an established mutual understanding between the two of you. so long as you both agreed to enter a relationship he would always put in the effort to make time with you. however, there would be points where he wouldn’t be able to be there, and you would be alone. 

 

that was 2 years ago.

 

many of those points occurred.

 

you knew he was a famous soccer player and it was always bound to occasionally happen. but this time 5 weeks have passed without you seeing your boyfriend. 

 

5 weeks without being in his presence, and his in yours.

 

it was evidently kicking you in the ass. you missed him dearly, not being able to hold him as you slept, not being able to see his smiling face full of adoration for you. not being able to feel all his love pouring into you as he pleasured you to heaven and back.

 

you couldn’t begin to count the nights you went to sleep in your shared penthouse, tears trailing down your face as you desperately clutched his pillow, breathing in his slowly fading scent. 

 

sure the daily texts and video calls were somewhat soothing, being a constant reminder that Kunigami hadn’t forgotten about you and was missing you just as much.

 

but it weren’t enough to ease the ache in your heart from deprivation.

 

you were reminded of the call that had occurred between the two of you hours earlier.

 

 

“rensuke, when are you coming home? i miss you so much.”

 

“i’d have to get back to you on that y/n, as much as you know how much i want to be home too, coach isn’t letting up on us and i need to practice more. especially since we lost our last match. we…no- i can’t afford for that to happen again.”

 

a constant topic of discussion. a constant reminder that should it ever come to it, the harsh reality remains that he’d no doubt choose soccer over you.

 

as much as you supported his career, you wish he’d just make a little more time than he said he would for you. you had needs after all just as much as he had.

 

you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling before letting out a sigh and turning over to Kunigami’s side, drifting away and hoping you’d see him in your dreams. 

 

 

3 hours later

 

Kunigami’s keys jangled in the door of his home, slowly pushing the door open to minimise any sound given that you were no doubt sleeping, due to it being 3am.

 

he didn’t tell you he managed to get time off from his coach and was allowed a temporary break to come home and rest, given he still made time to practice. he figured the two of you needed time together, realising that his constant away games were taking its toll on you and causing a rift in your relationship.

 

he looked around the dark penthouse and sighed, inhaling the scent of a clean environment, with slight tones of your favourite lemongrass essential oil in the air, before removing his shoes by the door.

 

he made his way towards your bedroom, opening the door and instantly softening at the sight of your body, yet again clutching his pillow. he lowered his duffel bag to the ground and stripped his clothes before changing into his pyjamas, wanting nothing more than to comfort you. 

 

he swiftly made his way to his side of the bed, raising the covers and slipping in, making sure to quickly remove his pillow from your grip and replace it with himself before you could stir.

 

as if subconsciously knowing that he was there you held him tighter, raising one leg to rest on his body while your head snuggled into his neck. 

 

Kunigami smiled softly at the sight, admiring your sleeping figure before moving one hand to slowly play with your hair, while he planted a kiss on your forehead, slowly beginning to drift off.

 

meanwhile…

 

you were having a wet dream, in which Kunigami was feeling all over your body, not leaving one surface untouched. he carressed your breasts, sucking on one gently while he fondled the other, rolling your nipple in between his rough textured finger. he usually had to do very little in order to have you melting in his arms, this instance being one.

 

what you hadn’t realised was during this dream you were having you had started to subconsciously grind down on the closest surface, which happened to be your boyfriend.

 

it had instantly woken him back up, feeling your core grinding on his side, your leg applying pressure to his rapidly growing erection. he immediately flushed when he realised you were in one of his old shirts, devoid of underwear, his mind immediately running mad with thoughts of how you were during sex.

 

he couldn’t count all the times he resorted to rapidly fisting his cock while away from you. before matches, after matches and sometimes during practices, always using the excuse of “needing a break” or “needing to use the restroom”. he missed you and your body so much. how his hands perfectly fit on your hips, the sounds you made every time he thrusted into you, and most of all the face you made when you came on him. whether on his fingers or his dick it turned him on to the max either way. 

 

the way your brows knit up, how your eyes would squeeze shut and when your breath would come out in uneven pants.

 

fuck.

 

this was not good for his raging boner. he now had a need to pleasure you again. right now.

 

Kunigami was by no means a pervert but you had given him the go ahead to doing whatever he wanted to previously.

 

even when you were asleep.

 

so really and truly, it was warranted. 

 

and the way you looked so angelic while sleeping really gave him the urge to ravish your body.

 

slowly and ever so carefully, he lifted the covers off the both of you, moving towards the foot of the bed directly over your figure. he adjusted your body so you were facing up and spread your legs, running his hands over your thighs.

 

your brows scrunched together, your breath coming out in shallow pants.

 

oh, that’s right.

 

your thighs are sensitive. he smirked slightly while leaning his head towards your cunt, lifting his t-shirt above your legs to get a better view. imagine his shock when he saw your glistening clit, slick with arousal. he was convinced he could just slip into your opening with ease and lack of restrictions, but he had you to please first. 

 

after all, he did get off on your reactions.

 

he flattened his tongue over your opening, licking a long strip up to your clit. you instantly jolted at the contact, your legs trying to close around Kunigami, but to no avail as his strong arms kept them open.

 

he carried on licking your clit at a slow pace, keeping in mind your reactions while he lifted two fingers to your entrance, easily slipping them in. you immediately clenched around him, your breathing becoming unsteady. he continued fingering you while curling his fingers and simultaneously sucking on your clit. the tension of the situation was becoming too much for him and he started grinding down on the bed to try and relieve his painfully hard erection.

 

you started squirming in his hold, clearly still in whatever dream you were having, only this time you were experiencing the real thing. 

 

he carried on his actions until he felt your cunt gripping his fingers uncontrollably before letting out a small whine, signalling to him you had cum on his fingers. 

 

at this point he realised he had enough. he retracted his fingers, not before licking at them and rose to eye level with you.

 

”y/n…y/n baby wake up.” he groaned.

 

seeing you were unresponsive he lowered himself and started sucking on your neck while grinding his erection directly onto your clit, making you jolt yet again.

 

”princess, wake up for me please, wanna’ please my pretty baby.”

 

you started stirring at his constant action, before opening your eyes slightly and seeing the tufts of orange hair you loved so much.

 

“rensuke? …am i still dreaming?” you murmured.

 

Kunigami chuckled lowly at this, reaching a hand down to your clit and rubbing slowly. 

 

“if you were dreaming, you wouldn’t be able to feel this.”

 

you instantly claimed his lips with yours, moaning into his mouth and leaning into his touch.

 

”f-fuck. missed you so much baby. i’ve been wanting this for so long.”

 

”i know princess, i’m sorry. but i’m here now. you want me to show you just how much i missed you?”

 

you mewled at the thought of him fucking you finally after 5 long weeks. you wanted it, needed it. all of him.

 

“do it rensuke. fuck me.”

 

with that he moved back, pulling down his pyjama bottoms slightly just so they rested underneath his ass. he was too horny to take them off completely. he readjusted your legs so they rested at either side of his hips and he positioned himself at your entrance, moving his tip to cover himself with your arousal, and slipping in. his size was no joke and you felt very full already.

 

he went in with ease, causing the both of you to moan out at the sensation. 

 

he caressed your face, leaning down and giving a loving peck to your lips.

 

”you okay?”

 

your heart swelled at the gesture, no matter what, Kunigami always made sure you were comfortable when you had sex. this is what you loved about him.

 

”i’m perfect rensuke. ‘ want you to make love to me.”

 

with your confirmation, he slowly pulled out, and thrusted forward. the pace was set instantly, slow and deep. Kunigami made sure you felt all of him. you moaned out in pure ecstasy, holding onto his biceps and pushing your head further into the pillow underneath you. 

 

the moment felt so pure, so raw with emotions of simply aching for one another. sweat quickly started to build on both your bodies, the environment becoming heated.

 

your moans mixed with Kunigami’s, creating a perfect harmony. his thrusts quickened and felt impossibly deeper inside you, which was quickly leading you to your second orgasm of the night. 

 

“suke, it feels too much please!” 

 

“you know the safe word y/n, use it if you need to and i’ll stop.”

 

yet, you didn’t want to say it. it felt like too much but it also felt like it was exactly what you needed.

 

instead, you wrapped your arms around Kunigami’s neck and pulled him down towards you, your foreheads touching. 

 

“i need you- please rensuke give it to me!”

 

he could feel you were approaching your end, if the constant clenching around his dick wasn’t enough to tell. 

 

“yeah, you gonna cum for me? be a good girl for me and cum y/n. cum for me princess.”

 

his gentle repeated command did it for you, and you let out a loud moan, releasing all over Kunigami. his hips immediately stuttered, and his rhythm faltered, signalling his end was rapidly approaching too.

 

”shit y/n. you’re clenching so hard around me. can i cum inside you? is that okay yeah? want me to give you a baby? you’ve done so well for me.” he rasped, his voice impossibly low.

 

”yes! rensuke cum inside me please, please!”

 

”i’m gonna give it all to you, ‘ deserve the world, all of it- fuck!”

 

he thrusted into you, one, two, three times, before you felt his hot, sticky, fluids flowing into you. he was uncontrollably moaning into your ears, his hips moving still, before coming to a complete stop. everything was silent for a moment.

 

you hugged Kunigami tightly, before whispering into his ear.

 

”i missed you so much. i love you rensuke.”

 

he kissed you deeply, before wiping the sweat off your forehead. 

 

“i love you too, y/n.”

#kunigami x reader #kunigami smut #kunigami x y/n #kunigami fluff #kunigami rensuke #bluelock smut #blue lock

[shycoffeeland]

'MY GIRL' - SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X F!141!READER [002]

[Part One]

Content tags: mentions of torture and specific injury, brief allusion to SA. Petnames are love, my girl. Simon takes care of you while you recover from your injuries, and price outlines your medical leave.

The room you'd woken up in was very bright, too bright for how groggy you were. The strangely clinical scent indicative of a hospital setting still sept through for a makeshift ward on a military base.

In through the dirty windows shone the bright desert sun, beckoning you into its warmth. The faint sounds of birdsong bled into your subconscious, gently coaxing you from your the depths of your rest.

Opening your eyes fully was a challenge; but a soldier of your caliber had done far worse. The ward was decently put together, curtain dividers between the beds, everything cleaned as best it could be, with multiple metal trolleys full of medical equipment. As you came to, the first things you felt were your hands. An IV line through one, the small puncture and bruise familiar to you, and a soft pressure on the other one. A hand. Looking around your bedside, you saw to your right, a high table, with a small plastic cup of water. To your left, in a metal chair not too dissimilar to the one you'd been held in, sat Simon. Your Simon.

He wasn't looking at you, or even in your direction. He was reading something, a collection of papers held together with a staple in the corner. It could've been an incident report, you couldn't read it properly. He had a hand resting on yours, a small show of affection, a sign of allegiance. He wasn't going anywhere, and neither were you. His mask was in his lap, and you could see the distinct lines of scarring on the side of his cheek. He moved the hand away from yours, reaching down to the floor and picking up a file that was thick with documents.

You coughed, not entirely sure if it had been involuntary or a momentary plea to get Simon's attention. Either way, he turned around. His face softened once he saw you, those wonderful brown eyes holding more emotion alone than you'd ever see in his whole face. The suprise only lasted for a moment, and was replaced with a look of longing, of protection. He stood up from his seat, going over to the table at your side. "Have some water, I'll help you up."

He gently held you, his tattooed arm around your back as he used the other to move the rocky pillows to better prop you up. He set you down slowly, knowing to be gentle where the wire had dug into your back and chest. The high metal frame of the medical cot was less than comfortable against your head, but the payoff of being able to finally have a drink of water without it spilling all over your face, was too good.

"Thank you," your voice was still scratchy, "I forgot how nice water could be."

He didn't say anything in response, but made a face that was similar to 'it's nothing.'

"Are you okay?" You asked as you looked at him, noticing the pain behind his eyes.

"I'm the least of your worries right now, Love." He took the chair, and moved it to your right side so he was facing you. It was easier to look to your right than your left, as the forceful grabs of your neck and chin to get your attention had left bad bruising around your neck and face. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." You huffed out an attempt at a laugh, only resulting in another cough. "Feels like I got held captive."

He rolled his eyes with a small, almost unnoticeable smile. "Yeah you would do, given that's what happened."

"Did you-" you started, unsure of how to finish what you needed to say.

"We took out 11 of the 13 that were in the building. One got taken in successfully, the other one stole a gun and shot himself in transit." He couldn't make eye contact with you, talking about the people who tortured you. It felt like he failed you, for it to have even happened in the first place. "He's being held on base but apparently he won't budge. Only said two words to the captain since they took him."

"Which were?" You asked, intrigued.

"Get fucked." He answered, "It won't be long until he talks though." He said, looking at the floor. He knew you wanted to know what happened, between the drugging and falling unconscious, you only had fleeting glimpses of what transpired, memories you'd pay a handsome sum to get rid of. "You in pain?" He asked, looking at you with his elbows on his knees, his gloved hands hovering together.

"A bit. Still kinda groggy more than anything." You replied, watching his quiet concern at the husk in your voice. "Si, I'm fine."

"You're not, you don't have to pretend you are." He stood up, looking through one of the medical trolleys for a painkiller. "We can't get you the good stuff without a medic on board. You good with these?" He pulled out a small cardboard box of blister packs. They'd be weak as shit but it'd keep you going for a bit longer. It was more of a statement than a question. Simon was going to do everything he could for you. It broke his heart seeing you in such a bad way. You were off-colour from the medication, and the lacerations and bruising up and down your body he'd seen when you were being treated initially almost made him throw up with the memories it invoked.

"Thanks." You took the painkillers, eagerly awaiting their effectiveness as each waking moment drew the fog further away and brought the sensations back to your body. "You been alright while I've been out?"

He almost snorted as he wrote down a new entry on your medication papers.

"Almost got a smile off you." You smiled at him, looking at the scars around his mouth. "I know you've been fine."

"I wouldn't say fine. Been in here most of my free time, looking after my girl." He looked at you, kindness in his eyes. "Been hard to focus knowing you're in here."

You melted at the fond term. His girl.

"Not that you really needed looking after though," He tipped back in his chair, arms crossed against his chest. "You're tough as nails. You're used to this shit."

"Nobody gets used to being tortured though." You winced at the feeling of your heavily injured lower legs dragging against the bed as you moved to sit up further. The scabs had started to form, and god were they itching. They'd put your right leg in a splint, as well as 3 of the fingers on your left hand. Instead of ripping out nails, they broke fingers. Instead of gouging your eyes, they burnt, cut and broke your legs. Your back and chest ached something fierce, and there was a strange feeling in your insides. Your throat felt raw and bruised, you knew why, and it broke you.

"That's for sure." Simon sighed, almost feeling his ribs shift as he moved. "I'm sorry this happened, love."

"I'll be alright." You said matter-of-factly, there was no point throwing your toys out of the pram over something that was in the past. All you could do now, was get better and move along. "I didn't get into this team if I couldn't take a beating."

"L/N." You heard a voice call for you as the door to the ward opened.

Captain Price approached your bed, nodding in acknowledgement to ghost at your bedside. "He been taking care of you, has he? Must've been really playing doctor to forget the strict orders to inform me should you have woken up."

"Sorry sir."

"L/N... Good to see you awake. Been waiting with baited breath to see how you were." The captain stood infront of your bed with his arms crossed over his tac vest. You could smell the remnants of a recent smoke on him.

"All good here, Captain." You spoke to him in the usual respectful manner. Not too much to be an asslicker, not so little that it would seem insubordinate. "When am I out of here?"

"Nice enthusiasm, Y/N, however," He saved first-name-basis for his most valued soldiers. You were no exception. "Pending a doctor's review, you'll be on a flight home by tomorrow morning for medical leave."

"Sir, please," your heart sank. After all of this; you had to go home alone. Home to your shitty one bedroom in the middle of a grey town, and leave Simon. Leave him in the middle of nowhere. You wanted him. You needed his company, "I'm fine really, I can stay here and fight-"

"No you bloody well can't." Price's tone grew stern, like a father telling off his teenager for sneaking out. "You'll listen to your superiors, and take your medical leave."

"Yes sir." You conceded.

"If you go to physio, as well as therapy, see your doctors and look after yourself, you'll be back in seven months." Price said, gentler than before. "It's not long. Might even be sooner. You can't be on active duty in a condition like that, much less on 141."

"Understood, Captain." Your voice was almost blank as you settled into the idea of seven months off. Seven months would feel like a lifetime.

"I'll look forward to having you back, F/N L/N. Recover well, soldier." Price handed you the papers that arranged and outlined your leave, along with a pen. "You know where to sign. Leave it here. The doctors will pick it up and file it properly."

You hadn't even realised that the captain had left you both, when Simon leaned over and planted a small kiss to your forehead. "I'll file for leave. I never use mine anyway. I'll be a few weeks behind you, and I'll only really get a week off, but it will work."

"You don't have to do that."

"I don't know what else I'd end up doing. I want to be with you. Make sure my girl's okay. Do your shopping and make you food. Take you to a few appointments, that kind of thing." Simon sighed as he looked at you. "We can talk about it properly when you're ready, love."

"I love you." You mumbled.

"You'll be okay." Simon Riley's awkward and afraid version of 'I love you too.'

#simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #ghost cod #ghost x reader #headcanons #simon riley

[cherizzx]

Pretty girl

Tsubaki x Black Reader ( we a girly girl now!)

F/c= Favorite Color

f/ch= favorite character

s/s= shoe size

" She's a lovely girl, I wish she would see it though."

' Tsubaki, she honestly the prettiest girl I've ever seen! I mean look at how stunning she is! She has pretty hair, cute outfits, and she has the patience of God she's like Anna Hathway! But she never sees it...'

I think this as I boredly stare at the board, Steins trying to dissect some bird again and Maka trying to stop him? I dunno I just twirl my hair and daydream when Patty taps my shoulder.

" Hm? Oh, hey patty girl" I smiled at her.

"Hiiii! Me and Liz, Tsubaki, and Maka was thinking of going to the shops after classes today and I want YOU to come!" She's like honestly like a mind reader or somethings because, I was going to go to like the thrift or the shoe store because I literally have nothing to wear!

" Omg! I legit love you, I'll go! When we leaving" I open my phone and try to set alarm because Death knows I can't keep up with the time when I'm going somewhere. Patty sends me the time and where to me and we talk about random things like does Lord Death know how to do cartwheels, can aliens turn into objects, do animals try to put on clothes? Ok Soul looked at us weird when he heard me say I thought animal testing was animals rating products...

*After Classes, around 2:45 and We in our room in a choas*

" I SWEAR I HATE FASHION SOMETIMES!"

I scream into my pillows, like nothings ever goes right!? I have a denim skirt that I thrifted, and I wanted to pair that with this white halter top but, it dirty and I can't wear it again because I stupidly spilled like red sauce on it! Which is confusing because it's not ketchup so what is it? I dunno so, I try a pink long sleeve but nooo its hotter than ever and I have nothing else to pair it with!

As I flip through the piles and piles of clothes I get a knock on my door, my meister/weapon is out for a family trip, so I answered and there goes pretty girl.

" Hey reader! wanted to come over before our hangout to see you."

Tsubaki tender smile graced her lips, and I smiled back subconsciously. I let her in and I sigh sadly.

" Tsubaki help me pleaseeee, which shirt pink halter with dark denim or yellow thank top and light blue jeans?" I switch the shirts put and down so she can see, and she takes a moment to pick.

" Pink top, it matches the jewelry you have"

" You're a genius!" I squeal and run to change clothes, thank Death I had just my locs in two ponytails (or whatever style you wanna wear). A spritz of perfume or 50 spritz and a twirl in the mirror and I walk out with a strut.

" I look fabulous, I look like coquette icon who Lana Del Ray? I see only Reader Del Slay!" I cockily strut around the room while Tsubaki chuckles and acts like a fan girl.

" Omg! Its reader!? Omg sign my shirt!" We both giggle at that and I grab my keys and we walk out my dorm, its 10 minutes before we supposed to meet up Patty and them so we just walk around campus talking about what we've been up too.

" So, your saying BlackStar had to go to the school nurse because he...fell off a building trying what now?"

" It's honestly still confusing to me" Tsubaki sighs pitifully, and I giggle at that. We walk to the entrance of the DWMA and we see Patty, Liz, and Maka waving at us. We walked down and we headed to our first store; 'Deathly Good Looks' it's like a thrift store but, no granny clothes a lot of vintage items and a bunch of items from the late 80's to mid 2000's. We walk around trying on sunglasses, hats, and purses and I move onto the back of the store looking for anything pink or f/c and fav/ch, as I looked around, I see Tsubaki looking at this dress with wonder..

" Ouu! Thats so pretty, your gonna try it on?"

" Hm, you think I should? I don't know if it'll be as cute on me"

I don't know but when she said that I almost tackled her, WHAT DOES SHE MEAN!? She could pull off a garbage bag and I'll want to wear it!

" What do you mean!? You'll look like a 90's baddie with this! especially if you wear some brown sandals, shades, and have a cute hair style you'll look better than the girl who first owned it!"

Tsubaki blushes at that and I wished I paid more attention to that though; I push her towards the dressing room and tell her to try it on; she takes a few minutes and when she comes out, I couldn't help myself.

" GOOD GOOGGLY MOOGLY WHATS ALLAT BACK THERE!"

I didn't even to say it! But the dress said her body was teaaa and the way she just walked out like she ain't all of us up?? Who does she think is?

" So, it is pretty? I like it" She asks looking in the mirror.

" I'll bite you" I say intense, and she laughed, the girls came over and complemented the dress on her and she changed back; we paid for our items and headed to the shoe store, since the kishin was released we've all had no late-night curfews unless you had a mission or a kishin was around, so we headed to the shoe store quick.

At the store I think I was in heaven honestly from platforms, pumps, flats this store would be bankrupt without me like I'm single handily an unofficial official owner! We look around and I show Maka some sandals that would match this dress she wore to the death anniversary, I saw some Bebe slippers and I went to see what size they we're a perfect s/s! I put them in a mini basket they have and look for more shoes today wasn't that good a lot of sneakers which I should've got if the sandals weren't telling me to buy them! Liz and Patty had like 50 carts of shoes and Tsubaki had a few items, we paid for those items after telling the twins when are they going to wear 'stripper heels'? And we headed to a nice diner close to the school.

We ordered our food I got a tiny burger and fries (if tiny means a sonic burger with a side of large fries and a triple Oreo fudge milkshake then yea girl...tiny) and we sat down and talked and gossiped about the boys, what drama was around, and stuff we've been doing. As we talked and ate, I kept staring at Tsubaki...omg that's sounds so creepy I gotta fid away with words, or is it thoughts since I'm not speaking? I don't know point still stands! But she's so pretty it's hard not too! She caught me a few times and blushed this time I saw and it's so cute I wanna bite her but, that'll be weird.

When we were done, we headed back to the dorms and said our byes, me and Tsubaki headed to her dorm since we were only one level down.

" Hey.. so, a saw you staring at me at the diner, I just wanted to see if you was ok?" ...' I'm not a spy, I'm not smooth, how could she see me I thought my side-eye was perfect! Omg she probably thinks I'm creepy and is gonna hate me!' The thoughts ran quick through my head as I awkwardly smiled and chuckled.

"Oh that! oh it was um..."

" Was what you said at the shop earlier true? Am I pretty?"

I was confused until I thought back to my she's so pretty rant...If I said it out loud then she heard which means she think I like her and I do and she's like me back now we-

" Your speaking out loud again reader"

oH...That's amazing thank youu!

" Oh..act like you've never heard that I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable! bUT-"

" I like you too reader...a lot actually

" You saying i'm bad? Ok girl thank you!" I say now giggling and twirling my hair, see I knew I gotta all the girls like I'm Nick Cannon with this!

Tsubaki goes on to tell me she didn't think she was as pretty as I made her to but, it broke my poor heart because she so gorgues!

" Tsubaki girl, I can't lie good, nor I can't say if someone is ugly or beautiful because I have my flaws but you! Your like so pretty it hurts! I look at you and your aura and the way you act entranced me, the way you care for your friends all the time you're so tender it makes me blush anytime you have a concern over me! If you don't feel beautiful then I don't know what I am!"

Tsubaki stares at e during my rant with wide eyes and when I was done a tear fell down as she hugged me tight..

" Thank you..Thank you so thinking that reader..."

I hold her and tell it it's all true, we walk to her dorm and she stops.

' So, are we a thing now? It's fine if-"

" So we married now?" we said at the same time, we both laughed at that.

" So..we girlfriends?

" Yea! I guess so!" I said all giggly now, Tsubaki smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as a bye.

" Bye Sweets see you in class"

" Bye bye Prety girl!" I said walking away with a wave.

Pretty girl, My pretty girl

A.N: (I finished! OMG THIS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER THOUGHT OF! Like y'all don't know how Patty and her was my soul eater crushes before anyyyy one! But let me know if you like this and I can write more for her because she so bad!

#black reader #chubby reader #x black reader #soul eater x reader #soul eater #tsubaki nakatsukasa #patty thompson #liz thompson #girly reader

[sethcertified]

「 SCREAM FOR YOU ! 」 . . . 📁 06

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

wrd count : 4.2k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . [name] goes to school after his big night with the boys

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

I could hear the hustle and bustle from downstairs as I lay motionless on my bed. The last thing I wanted to do was go to school. Not when two massive problems were looming over me named Billy Loomis and Stu Macher.

My brain refused to think about anything other than last night's incidents, and it was paralyzing me. The taste of Billy's lips on mine invaded not only my mouth but also my mind. Even the feeling of Stu kissing my forehead still burned into my skin.

I slammed my face into my pillow. At least before Billy kissed me I only had one murderer on my mind! Like that was any better though. God, [Name], liking one murderer is not a good thing!

Standing up from my mess of a bed I headed downstairs. Hopefully, breakfast would clear my mind, but my optimism was low. Downstairs I would just find more reasons to think of Billy and Stu. Example A is Sidney Prescott, and example B is Tatum Riley; My dear beloved sister and her best friend.

As I started at the foot of the staircase I imagined myself falling, getting a major head concussion, and then slipping into a coma for the rest of my murder-riddled life. However, as I walked down step after step my dream became less plausible.

Downstairs was just like how I imagined; loud and chaotic. Mama was cooking breakfast, Dewey was filling his plate, Sidney eating quietly at the table, and Tatum was sitting beside her. The news was on, and I subconsciously tuned in to what it was saying. As expected, it was about Sidney being attacked last night. I gave her a quick look of pity before piling some toast onto my plate.

I waved to Dewey as Mama walked over to the table, watching the television with the rest of the girls. I nudged Dewey to go turn off the TV, not wanting Sidney to be disturbed by the news. There wasn't a thing I hated more than the news and its goons like Gale Weathers.

I followed behind Dewey, sitting down to eat my quick breakfast. My heart ached at the sight of Sidney. Not only was her boyfriend a murderer, but she had framed the wrong guy, and was constantly taunted for it by the media. Not to mention, I made out with her boyfriend a couple of hours prior.

"It's never going to stop, is it?"

The sound of Sidney's tone made me feel even worse. It was the sound of utter hopelessness. I scoured at my breakfast. She was an innocent teen girl. She never deserved any of this.

"Billy was released."

I peeked my head back up to Dewey. I already knew Billy had been released due to our 'activities' last night, but I was curious as to how everyone would take it. I turned to Dewey, "So he didn't make the calls?"

"No. His cellular bill was clean."

Was he using a disposable phone? Most killers tend to do... It was a smart move, no doubt. I made an internal note to put down a disposable phone on my bulletin board later. I would have to see if that theory was true though.

I bit my nails as I pondered over where Billy might have bought the item. I would have to go to the locations, of course. The store would keep track of the purchase if he paid with a card, but if he paid with cash, I would have to rely on a witness. Billy was smart and presumably experienced, so I had little to no doubt that he paid with cash. That would make things harder... Much harder.

"We're checkin' every cellular account in the county. Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced."

A shot of panic ran down my spine. What if Stu was the one who called? I couldn't imagine Stu locked behind bars despite him being a murderer... I felt a turmoil I didn't expect to wash over me. Maybe I didn't want Billy and Stu to get caught. No! [Name], what are you thinking? It's only right that he is locked away from society to protect our citizens... But he isn't just a murderer! He's Stu. My Stu.

My hand began to shake at the realization. What was wrong with me? They were going to kill Sidney and probably more people along the way. People I knew and cared about. Hell, they're planning to kill me! I can't let my emotions get in the way. I just need to clear my mind, that's all.

As Dewey drove us to school, I yearned to go back home. It would be impossible to ignore Stu and Billy here. I slouched into my seat as Dewey pulled over. I lingered a little while longer in the car as everyone else piled out.

I watched Sidney with curious eyes. If school was a nightmare for me, it was hell for her. I guess, Dewey got the memo too as I heard him speak to her, "Don't worry, Sid. It's school. You'll be safe here."

Yeah, right. Both murders were constantly around her here. She was safer back at home, but I couldn't tell anyone that. For now, the only danger she was aware of was the hoard of reporters itching to exploit her trauma.

I was proven correct by a swarm of news reporters running up to Sidney, "How does it feel to almost be brutally butchered?" Dewey pushed the mic away as Sidney squirmed through the crowd. I climbed out of the car following her as Dewey stayed back with the news reporter lady. I could still hear her squawking at Sidney as I followed behind her, "How does it feel?"

I resisted the urge to go over there and punch the news reporter. There was nothing more I hated than those lousy reporters; always profiting off trauma and tragedy. Speaking of lousy reporters... I watched as Sidney moved across the school yard heading toward the one and only Gale Weathers. I had to see this.

I stalked after her, keeping myself hidden from her sight. As we neared Gale's van, I flattened my body to the side of the car. It was the perfect position for snooping in on their conversation.

"Stop right there."

I tried to peer out, and see if I could catch of glimpse of the two girls. All I managed was Sidney's side profile as she spoke to Gale, "I'm not here to fight. I just need to talk."

"Kenny, camera, now!"

I rolled my eyes at Gale's words. Can't even have a conversation without her sticking that big hunk of garbage into your face.

"Off the record. No cameras."

"Forget it."

"Please? You owe me."

"I owe you shit."

"You owe my mother!"

I felt myself resisting the urge to sock Gale in the face. She was absolutely intolerable! She was greedy and inconsiderate and self-absorbed which was everything she needed to be a news reporter. No wonder, she was such a good one. She had everything it took.

I spaced out from their conversation as I remembered how she had treated Sidney last year after the publication of her novel. Gale had lured everyone into going against Sidney's word... Oh, who am I kidding? I believe Gale's theory too, but in my defense, I actually know who killed Sid's mom.

Gale was smart, and that could be useful to my investigation, but her methods were totally obtuse. She was so selfish she couldn't even see the damage she did to Sidney by that publication even though she was right. My observations were proven right by Gale interrupting my thoughts, "You got what you wanted! Cotton Weary is in jail. They're going to gas him. A book isn't gonna change that."

The atmosphere was heavy. Sidney was silent, and I observed her state of disbelief. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her eyes held a look of bewilderment.

"Do you still think he's innocent?"

"Your testimony put him away. It doesn't matter what I think."

What bullshit!

"During the trial, you did all those stories about me. You called me a liar."

Gale nodded her head, "I think you falsely identified him, yes."

"Have you talked to Cotton?" Sidney's tone was assertive, and her body language screamed certain. Gale; however, returned to attitude, "Many times."

"And has his story changed?"

"Not one word. He admits to having sex with your mother, but that's all."

"H-he's lying. She would never have touched him. He raped her, and then-" Sidney tried to collect herself as the terrible memories flooded her senses, "He butchered her. Her blood was all over his coat."

"He was drunk that night. He left his coat at your house after your mother seduced him."

"I saw him leaving wearing it."

"No, you saw someone leave wearing that coat. The same someone who planted it in Cotton's car, framing him."

My jaw clenched at her words. No doubt she was right about it. Her story made sense. Perfect sense. I had to know more. I had to buy that God-forsaken book. Sidney would hate me if she ever figured out I believed Gale over her, which I don't blame her for, but Gale was useful in my investigation. I had to take the opportunity that was being handed to me.

Maybe I could take that opportunity even further? I hated Gale, but I also hated Billy at first, and now I'm kissing him. No! I gave my arm a harsh pinch. I kissed Billy once, and I am definitely not going to kiss him in the future!

I shook the image of Billy away as I turned my attention back to the conversation at hand. Sidney had left, but I still wanted to hear what Gale had to say.

"Jesus Christ! An innocent man on death row, a killer still on the loose. Kenny, tell me I'm dreaming!"

"Do you wanna go live?"

"No, no. Not so fast. We don't have anything concrete."

"This is huge. You can't just sit on it."

"I know! That's why we need proof. If I'm right about this I could save a man's life."

Her resistance perplexed me. Was she having a change of heart? She finally changed her ways of greed and ego to actually helping victims..? Maybe she wasn't as bad as I thought...

"Do you know what that could do for my book sales!"

So much for wishful thinking. I have the back of the van a frustrated shove before striding off to class. The ego of that woman!

I weaved between people as I hurried my way into the school building. The halls were crowded as I flew by the passerby looking for my locker. All of the lockers were identical with their boring, light brown paint, but mine tended to be surrounded by a group of certain teens, so I had no trouble finding it.

Stu and Tatum were attached at the hip as usual which fueled a small spark of jealousy in the pit of my chest. Sidney held a pensive look as she rummaged through her locker. I put my hand on her shoulder as I faced her towards me, "You good? You seem off."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. You haven't seen Billy around, have you? Is he really pissed?"

"No-"

"You mean after you branded him the Candyman? No, his heart's broken."

My head snapped in Stu's direction at lightning speed at the mention of the Candyman. His eyes met mine, and our eyes spoke a million words for us before Tatum hit him in the chest. He knew about Billy and me. Of course, he did. I just yearned to know what he thought. What he would do now knowing Billy and I's relationship was different than what he had previously thought?

The sound of screams harshly tugged my gaze away from Stu as a student clad in a ghost costume flew down the hall. Sidney ran into my shoulder, and I caught her as Stu giggled in the background. I tried my best to focus on Sidney's distress, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Stu. A smile stretched across my face at the sound of his chuckles.

However, I dropped the smile as Sidney turned to me for comfort, "Why are they doing this?" I just patted her on the arm as Stu continued gigging like a child getting a newly wrapped present, "Are you kidding me? Look at this place. It's like Christmas!"

Sidney began to stalk off, and I followed her movements calling out for her, "Sid! Sid, slow down! Please?" She ignored my calls, and I just pursued her faster. My head turned to give Stu and Tatum one last peek. Stu was staring at Sidney and me as Tatum called out to Sidney to come back. I mouthed to her a quick, "I got this!" before turning back to face Sidney's back.

My movements came to a stop as Sidney stepped on the tip of my toes with a loud, "Shit!" I fell back against the edge of the wall, scraping against my shoulder blades. I cursed at the pain as I looked up to see Billy hovering near Sidney. Sidney pushed away from him as she gave me a quick glimpse.

Billy noticed her look back and too made eye contact with me. I felt my eyes soften at the connection with his, but his remained hard and cold. So that was how he wanted to act. What a dick! I glared holes into his perfectly sculpted face as he talked to the distraught girl in front of me, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You still think it's me."

"No. No, I-I don't. It's just-"

It is you!

"Somebody was there."

Yeah! Billy!

"Billy, someone tried to kill me."

Yes, Sid, someone did try to kill you. Billy!

"I know, I know. The cops said I scared him away. It wasn't me, Sid."

I mouthed bullshit to Billy who gave me a quick glare in return.

"I know. He called me again last night at Tatum's house."

He also made out with me last night at Tatum's house, Sid.

"You see? Couldn't have been me. I was in jail. Remember?"

I mouthed another 'bullshit' to Billy who had ceased his efforts to pay attention to me. I started to fake make out with my hand which caused Billy to clench his fists against the stairs post.

He turned back to Sidney as she danced her fingers near his, "I'm so... sorry. Please understand."

"Understand what? That I have a girlfriend who would rather accuse me it being a psychopathic killer than touch me."

My mind froze as I tried to process his words. The image of Sidney and Billy together doing such things made me want to gag. The very lips I had kissed last night on her body, trailing dangerously low. The feeling of his rough, course hands tearing layer after layer of clothing off. It made me sick to my stomach.

I could feel eyes burning into the back of my skull, but I could've cared less for Billy and his intense glare at the moment. The images flashing in my head of the two had paralyzed my brain. All I could think about was them together. Touching and feelings each other while making obscene noises.

My shoulder was suddenly pulled back, and I let out a small groan of pain. I turned to see who had gripped my shoulder so intensely, and it was none other than Billy. I shrugged his hand off, "What do you want? Did Sid leave you?"

"Yeah, she's pissed." Billy ran his fingers through his mop of brunette hair, "Let's just forget about Sid, okay? I want to talk."

"About what? Last night? Billy..."

Billy held my hands in his as he scoped to see no one was around us, "Did it mean something to you?"

My eyes widen like saucers. I scoured my brain for what to say, but my shock had delayed my response. I could see Billy getting antsy.

I swallowed hard, "Yes? I mean, fuck, of course it did! I... don't consider what we did a mistake last night, if that's what you mean."

A rare smiled appeared on Billy's face, "Good. That's really good."

I felt heat rise to my face at Billy's words. I had never seen Billy so... relaxed. So happy.

A silence had filled between us, but was interrupted by me wincing in pain. My shoulder was definitely bruised from hitting the wall at the force Sidney had thrown me into it.

"You good?"

"I think my shoulder is bruised or something. Sidney threw me into the wall." I cursed under my breath.

Billy moved to inspect the back of my shoulder as I took some deep breathes to try and calm down my pain riddled body.

"It's not bleeding, but you should go to the nurse."

"Well, it gives me an excuse to skip class," I shrugged.

Billy just gave me a tart look before escorting me to the nurse. I wasn't sure what to say to him. After all, our recent conversations have been not so normal, but who am I kidding? Ever since letting Stu and Billy join in my investigation my life has been anything but normal.

"So... Have you seen the new 'Hellraiser' movie?"

"It's awful." Billy grumbled.

"I haven't seen it yet, so that's good," I awkwardly nodded. Billy just nodded with me before we turned away from each other, and continued walking down the hallway.

We reached the door to the nurse's office, and I turned to Billy ready to say bye to him, "I'll see you later? I gotta go make sure Sidney didn't get me too bad. She's actually pretty strong, you know? Well, you should know since you attacked her last night. That was a dumb thing to say. Sorry."

Billy cupped his hand around my mouth, "Can you say that any louder? And I didn't attack Sid. Stu did." He looked up to the ceiling as he ran his fingers through his hair again, "Look, we'll talk about it later. Meet me at the video store. Go find Stu, he'll take you there."

I nodded and let out a muffled 'yes,' but my mind had already set out a mission to get some information for my investigation. With Billy out of the way I might be able to get some answers about this whole murder thing. Real answers. Billy took his hand off my face, and knocked on the nurse's door. I shuffled my feet awkwardly as we waited for her to open the door. The door flew open, and Billy rushed me inside the office. He stood beside me as I began to explain my condition to her. Quickly, she began shooing Billy off.

Billy moved in before he left, whispering in my ear, "Don't bother asking Stu for answers, he won't tell you." He gave me a final smirk as I felt my mouth fall slightly agape which didn't emit any type of reaction from him. Billy kept eye contact with me as he waltzed out the door. My thoughts remained on what he could want with Stu and me at the video store instead of the frantic nurse patching my worse-for-wear injury. Sidney had, indeed, gotten me good.

My leg bounced against the cool, white tiles eyeing the clock down. The anticipation was killing me. The nurse had put on the bandage around my shoulder, and it was an uncomfortable fit, but I made do with it. She handed me my discarded shirt as she handed me a sucker, "Now young man, you must be more careful."

I flew her a cheeky grin, "I'll be more careful next time. Promise." I shot her a quick thanks as I entered the empty hall. Class was soon to be over, so I just sat against the wall and fiddled with my shoelaces. I doubted I would've paid much attention anyways with my concentration being on Stu and Billy.

My fiddling came to a stop as the bell rang; ending the day. The days had been cut short since Casey's attack which I didn't mind. I walked out into the open to see news reporters once again surrounding the school. My eyes jumped from reporter to reporter as I tried to figure out what happened. My questions were answered by Principal Humphrey over the telecom, "I need your attention now, kids. Due to the recent events that have occurred, effective immediately, all classes are suspended until further notice."

Cheers drowned my hearing. School being over was cool, and if it wasn't for the circumstances I would've been cheering with the other students, but the announcement didn't make it easy for me to relax. In all honesty, it made me on edge. What did Stu and/or Billy do this time?

As I walked out of the school, I caught sight of Tatum and Sidney and rushed toward them. Hopefully, they would have a clue about what had happened to draw such a reaction from the principal. I took to Tatum's side and was greeted by a polite wave from Sidney. Tatum turned to me, "Have you seen Stu?"

"No? Is he why classes are suspended?" I tried to lace the panic in my voice with concern. Tatum slapped my shoulder, "No! When did you get so dumb! Why would Stu have anything to do with it?"

Cause he's a murderer..?

I masked my slip-up as quick as I could, "You never know with Stu. He could've pantsed the principal or something. You never know!"

Tatum just mumbled a small 'weirdo' under her breath. I blew out a small exhale of relief. It was a dumb and frankly bad excuse, but it worked. I just needed to find out what he or Billy had done.

Speaking of Stu, he jumped in between the three of us. He was ecstatic. My mood lightened at his presence, but I was well aware he had something to do with the suspension despite Tatum's claims.

He wrapped his arms around Tatum's and I's shoulder, "Cizzcool cause scizzool is izzout. I don't know what you did, Sidney, but on behalf of the student body, we all say thank you." Stu moved to wrap his arms around Tatum's waist as he yelled out. Other students yelled 'thank you' and 'hell yeah' at Stu's exclamation. Tatum hit him with a defensive 'Drop it, Stu.' and I connected the dots. Sidney Prescott had been attacked once more.

The action didn't turn Stu's mood around whatsoever with his celebratory excitement as he picked up Tatum like a ragdoll, "I say, impromptu party tonight, my house. Celebrate this little siesta. What do you say?"

"Are you serious?" Sidney grumbled.

Stu smacked Tatum's ass which made me uncomfortable for more than reasons than one. Stu was way better at acting like a boyfriend than Billy to the girls. I guess, that was good for them, but it was hell for me. I kicked the rubble at my feet in jealousy as Stu babbled on about the party.

He had dropped Tatum back to earth to my relief as she tried to persuade Sidney to come along. Tatum wasn't one for missing out on parties. Sidney turned to me, "Are you gonna come?"

"Probably not. Parties aren't my thing, you know? I prefer a freshly popped bag of popcorn and a movie in the privacy of my bedroom."

"You are such a loser." Tatum drawled at me. I gave her the finger. Stu, Sidney, and Tatum were all now looking at me, awaiting my response. I glanced towards Stu who was practically begging me with his eyes. With a sigh, I raised my hands up in defeat, "I'll go."

Stu wrapped his arms around me as he begun swinging my body with shouts of glee. Sidney and Tatum just rolled their eyes at his antics, and I prayed they didn't see the smitten look on my face. It was rather hard to contain my feelings with being so close to Stu.

Stu still had his arm around me as we continued walking. Tatum was still going at it with Sid who was stealing sneaky glances in my direction. I guess I was somewhat of a safe space for her after our police station interaction. I gave her a reassuring smile, trying my best to discretely give her some support.

I diverted my gaze to see Stu and Tatum being grossly, touchy. My fists clenched as I bit my lip. That was not a sight I wanted to see. I tried to focus on Sid and not Stu. He was kissing all over Tatum's neck while staring at me from his peripherals. It was as if he was taunting me because of Billy and I's make-out session last night. I gave the man a small kick to the back of the shin with a smirk. He jumped back, and I let out a snide chuckle. That's how he wanted to play the game, after all.

I turned back to Sidney as she finally indulged in coming to the party with an, "Okay, whatever." The two blondes celebrated her agreement, but an uneasy feeling had overcome me. I couldn't make out what the feeling exactly was, but I knew one thing for sure.

This party was bad news.

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hi! i have a prompt.. i don’t know if you’ve done this before but i kind of just thought of it and would love to see your version of this! idk if you just take random requests but here it is!

emily loses her wedding rings and she’s frantically searching and aaron finds her a mess on the bathroom floor and a sob breaks out when he asks her what’s wrong and he’s all patient and calm and it makes her more upset. but he gets her to stop crying and she calms down and he helps her tear the entire house apart. it’s only when the finally put jack to bed at night that they find them under his pillow! (idk how it got there—i think you could work that out)

hiiii friend!!

I love this prompt, and it immediately made my brain itch. It turned out a little differently than what you laid out, but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

-x-

Threads of Gold

She puts the ring back onto its chain, and slips it over her head before tucking it back into her shirt. She presses the cool metal against her skin and closes her eyes, blowing out a shaky breath from lungs that felt stuffed with grief. 

She wasn’t Emily Prentiss here. 

Emily Prentiss was dead. 

-x-

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Warnings: big feels, occasional cursing.

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It was the silence that she hated the most. 

The apartment she refused to call home was non-descript, the same as a thousand others in Paris. It had all the noise you would expect living in a big city. Neighbours who seemed to care very little for their possessions or the people around them. Mass-produced appliances that made noises that seemed to run like clockwork, the buzz of the refrigerator and the clunk of the air conditioning unit. The laughter of tourists as they walked the streets, happy and full of joy as they discovered the city of love. 

Everything surrounding her apartment was full of noise, of life. The very thing that had been torn from under her feet, everything slipping away so quickly. 

She was used to hearing Aaron walk around their house. His familiar footsteps part of the soundtrack of her life, a promise that he was never too far away. Jack seemed to be surrounded by noise, whether it was his laughter or one of his toys. He was only ever quiet in sleep, although even that would sometimes be interrupted by him walking suddenly in tears, memories of what happened to his mother warped even further by his subconscious, forcing him to seek out solace in her and Aaron’s bed. Safely tucked between the two of them. 

They had just managed to start their lives again, joy the overriding emotion in their home for the first time in a long time, when she got the call that Doyle had escaped. Everything turned back on its head, another thing they had to overcome. 

Only this time, they’d lost. 

She knew if she had to do it again she’d change nothing. She wouldn’t involve Aaron, wouldn’t have brought him into the situation she’d found herself in. The one secret she had never shared. 

She had vague memories of him visiting her in the hospital, dressed in all black from her funeral, his hand wrapped around hers as they both apologised for things neither of them could, or would, change. She’d saved his life by lying to him, by repeatedly saying everything was fine even though it clearly wasn’t. 

He’d saved her life by taking it away. 

Emily sighs as she pulls the door closed behind herself, and she checks the lock twice, a habit she had picked up from Aaron, before she moves further into the apartment. She places her bag of groceries on the kitchen counter, abandoning it for now, and walks the short distance to the couch. She sits down and tries to get her breath back. She was still recovering from what Ian had done to her, and even the smallest of tasks made her exhausted, her body pushed to its limit by something as simple as walking to the small store at the end of her street to buy some essentials. 

Her hands automatically reach for the long chain around her neck and she pulls it loose from her shirt, pulling it off completely before she goes for the catch, opening it so she can take the ring off of it. 

She holds the engagement ring in between her thumb and index finger, watching as she turns it, the low lighting in her apartment catching the diamond and making it sparkle. A flash of light across the dark night sky her life had become. 

She could wear it here, she knew that. There would be no harm, or risk, to her identity by wearing an engagement ring that she carried everywhere with her anyway. But it felt wrong, something making her pause every time she considered slipping it onto her finger, the joy she’d felt when Aaron asked her to marry him burning in her chest, yet another thing in her life that was once good turned to ash. 

She sighs, puts the ring back onto its chain, and slips it over her head before tucking it back into her shirt. She presses the cool metal against her skin and closes her eyes, blowing out a shaky breath from lungs that felt stuffed with grief. 

She wasn’t Emily Prentiss here. 

Emily Prentiss was dead. 

___

They get married almost as soon as she gets home from Paris. Their wedding day a quick and desperate thing, an attempt to hold on to each other. To prove that everything would be ok. Their love for each other, and for Jack, never in doubt even in the hardest of moments. 

It takes a while. She’s a little too keen for her independence and Aaron a little too protective after losing her, but after everything, she thinks they are happier now than they were before. The joy in their day-to-day lives deeper, something that felt all the more precious. They’d made it. They’d survived. 

And now they were living. 

She smiles at the sound of Jack laughing from the living room, his video game on in the background as he plays. She finishes rinsing out the wine glasses from dinner and places them on the draining board before she drains the sink, wiping her hands on a towel. The sound flowing from the living room comes to a stop and it’s quickly followed by Jack’s footfall, the noise dulled slightly by his socks. She turns just in time to see him in the doorway, a curious look on his face. 

“Where’s Dad?” 

She leans against the counter as she smalls at him, “He’s in his office, he had some work to finish whilst I did the dishes.” 

“You do the dishes because Dad cooks!” Jack says, repeating back the words they’d told him more than once. 

She hums and nods, “Exactly, although one day I might cook just so he has to do them instead,” she laughs as a horrified expression crosses the young boy's face, and she walks over to him, pulling him into a hug he gladly accepts, “Ok, I won’t cook.” 

He sighs in relief and leans against her, and she holds him tighter, taking a moment to appreciate that she had this again. She hears her phone chime from the dining room and pulls back to smile down at Jack, ruffling his hair before she steps away from him.

“You go get ready for bed, ok?” She says before she kisses his forehead, “It’s your dad’s turn to tuck you in tonight.” 

“Love you, Emily!” Jack says and it makes her heart swell, her smile so wide her cheeks ache. 

“I love you too,” she replies. She hears her phone chime again and she heads to the dining room to pick it up. There are two text messages from Penelope on the screen. 

Girl's night soon?

Sorry if I interrupted you and the boss doing some baby-making. 

Emily shakes her head, “I’ve really got to stop telling her everything.” 

She replies as she types out a response, ignoring the second text completely as she confirms her availability for a girl's night. Her friend's mention of her and Aaron’s plans to expand their family makes a mixture of anxiety and joy bubble in her stomach. Hope followed her around like a shadow these days, on the edge of everything she did, lingering in every corner as her future was laid out in two distinct paths. 

One where they had more children, expanded their family and had the life both she and Aaron had always wanted but had been denied. The other where they didn’t. Where this didn’t happen for them for one reason or another. 

She knew which one she wanted, that she’d be disappointed and heartbroken if the went the way she feared, but ultimately she knew she’d be happy with what she had in the end. 

No matter what her future looked like, Aaron and Jack were there with her, and that had her feel luckier than she ever had before. ___

She’s just finishing up her nighttime routine, running her fingers over her skin as she rubs in a moisturiser that claims to slow down ageing, when she notices. Her eyes honing in on her left hand, her ring finger bare. Her chest seizes with fear, her breath catching against her ribs as she looks at her hand, her eyes fixed on the pale band of skin where her rings usually were. 

“Fuck,” she whispers to herself, as she takes a step back, her eyes furiously scanning the bathroom counter as she desperately seeks out her rings. She pulls the products she’d used out from the spots she’d slipped them back into, showing no care for the usual order she tried to keep their home in. 

She rushes into the bedroom with the clothing hamper in her hands, tipping the dirty laundry onto Aaron’s side of the bed. She tries to ignore the shake of her hands as she riffles through the clothes, taking the time to check the pockets of the pants she’d taken off before she started to get ready for bed. 

“Fuck,” she exclaims again, more desperate this time as she runs her hands through her hair. She bites at her thumbnail as she tries to think, trying to remember when she was last wearing them. 

They had become a part of her. As soon as it was safe when she came home, when Ian was dead and her photo removed from the memorial wall, Aaron had asked about her ring. She’d shown him the necklace, the cheap chain she’d bought on her first day in Paris, and he’d smiled. Taking it off her before he tipped the ring into his palm, and slipped it back onto her finger, the same reverence and love in his eyes as he’d had the first time. It was barely two weeks later when her wedding ring had been added alongside it and she’d put his on him. The gold rings a solid symbol of their love for each other when everything else still felt so unsteady. 

They had become a part of her. 

She rushes downstairs, sure she’d had them on when she got home, and walks into the kitchen. They aren’t in the usual place she leaves them near the sink if she ever handwashes anything, and her panic deepens, the room becoming blurry as her eyes fill with tears she doesn’t expect or understand. She pulls the dishwasher door open, steam escaping around her as she interrupts the cycle. She winces as she starts to pull the dishes out, the heat of them pressing against her skin as she stacks them on the counter, any hope that she had somehow accidentally slipped them in along the plates they’d eaten their dinner from disappears as she empties it completely. The familiar shine of her rings nowhere to be found. 

She stands up straight and covers her mouth as a sob she can’t stop escapes. Grief and guilt and something she knows to be panic making her stomach churn. She’d never been a person who was too attached to material possessions. She’d moved too much when she was young for that. She remembered teasing Aaron when they moved into the house, softly calling him a hoarder because of his reluctance to let go of the simplest of furnishings. There were few things that she owned that could make her feel like this. 

A photo of her and her dad from her high school graduation. A card Jack had drawn her for mother’s day. 

Her wedding rings. 

Her engagement ring was the only part of Aaron she’d had with her in Paris, and that was only because she’d been wearing it at the time. Ian had mocked her for it, compared it to the ring he’d once given her. 

The ring had become so much more than what it initially met. It was a reminder of what she had at home, what she spent months dreaming out and hoping she’d have again.

And she couldn’t find it. 

She leans back against the counter and covers her face with her hands, crying in a way she hadn’t in a long time.

“Sweetheart, is there a reason you dumped all of our dirty laundry…” Aaron trails off as he walks into the kitchen, his joyful tone turning serious as he strides over to her, his hand on her shoulder, “Emily, baby, what's wrong?” 

He pulls her into a hug and she leans into him, her face buried against his neck as she wraps her arms around him, her hands grasping at his shirt. She tries to breathe him in, to remind herself that she has all of him now, that his love for her is more than a white gold band and a diamond that held them together across an ocean. 

Aaron holds her close, his hand running up and down her back, and he looks around the kitchen. His eyes flick over the dishes that were still wet from the dishwasher haphazardly piled on the counter, water dripping down onto the marble. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, why his wife has torn their bathroom, bedroom and apparently their kitchen apart or why whatever it has her close to hysterical. 

He places his hand on the back of her head and encourages her to tilt it back just far enough that she can look at him, her eyes red and shining with tears that were still tracking down her face. 

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asks, moving his hand to cup her cheek.

“No…I,” she chokes out, shaking her head at herself, fury at herself for not being able to control her emotions clear, “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” He asks, remaining endlessly patient despite his concern for her and the way it burned at his insides. 

“I lost my rings,” she says, the words catching in her throat as she acknowledges it out loud for the first time, “I’m sorry I must have taken them off to wash the wine glasses and-”

“Em, sweetheart,” he cuts her off, digging his hand through his pants pocket before he opens his palm to her, her wedding rings shining in his hand, “Jack had them.” 

It feels like every part of her has frozen in place, fear replaced by confusion and relief, “What?” 

He smiles softly, “He picked them up from the counter and took them to his room,” he says, running his hand down her arm so he can hold her left hand, carefully slipping them back onto her finger, “Apparently he was planning on taking them to school for show and tell tomorrow,” he chuckles, shaking his head at his son, “We had a chat about taking things that don’t belong to us without permission.” 

She nods, staring at her hand, her heartbeat returning somewhat to normal as she looks at her rings. She breathes shakily before looking up at her husband, smiling tightly at him.

“Thank you.”

“It’s ok,” he replies, wrapping his arm around her again to pull her closer. He waits a few seconds to see if she was planning on saying anything else, if she was going to give him an insight into why she’d been so upset, but she doesn’t. “Em-”

“My engagement ring was the only part of you I had in Paris,” she explains, cutting over him as she hugs him, her cheek pressing into his shoulder, “I wore it on that necklace every day and…for a long time I thought it was all I’d ever have of you. I lost it and I panicked.” 

Aaron sighs sadly as he kisses the side of her head before he rests his chin on top of it, holding her tightly in the way he knew she needed whenever she was reminded of her time in Paris. 

“I’m right here,” he promises her, “I’ve got you.” 

She smiles and nods, pulling back so she can look up at him. She stamps a quick kiss against his lips, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he replies, kissing her again. “Why don’t you head up, I’ll put everything back in the dishwasher and then come up to join you.” 

She frowns, “Honey-”

“Go,” he says, cutting off her rebuttal to him re-doing her usual chore. She smiles and nods, kissing him once more before she disconnects from him to go back upstairs. 

By the time he joins her, she’s put the laundry back into the hamper and is curled up on her side of the bed. He quickly changes and does his own nightly routine before he lays behind her in the bed. He wraps his arms around her and presses his chest into her back before he links their fingers together, the cold metal of her rings making them both smile.

“Tomorrow, I’m buying you rubber gloves.”

She frowns, turning her head to look at him, not entirely sure what he means, “What?” 

“I’m buying you rubber gloves,” he repeats, kissing her cheek, “So you don’t have to take your rings off when you’re doing the dishes.” 

She beams at him, her love for him threatening to overwhelm her as she turns in his embrace, kissing him fiercely as she cups the back of his head, holding him in place. 

“I love you so fucking much,” she says, still kissing him as she talks until she’s practically laying on top of him. 

“Because I’m buying you gloves?” He asks, raising his eyebrow as he follows her lead, his hands trailing under her t-shirt.

She pulls back to smile at him, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “Because you love me enough to understand why it’s important.” 

She kisses him again, and they lose themselves in each other, both of them trying to keep quiet, their love for each other just for them in their home. 

-x-

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I’ll Show You, [My Love] In the Shelter of the Night

It’s September and you know the S stands for smut— I can’t really justify myself for this huh. Well, all I’m gonna say before posting this and running away into the woods it’s that I had to try at least one time, right?

Viktor x Fem!Reader----3.9K----NSFW, +18, MDNI [yes, ajá]

‘Synopsis’: When you and Viktor had to share a bed, both dreams are enough to evidence the real feelings towards each other. [Ignore the terrible summary, this is actually just kind of fluffy smut]

Idk if put the task after the read more

Tags that I copy from Ao3: There’s Only One Bed| Secret Crush (not-so-secret)| Friends to Lovers| Fluff & Smut| Fingerfucking/Fingering| Wet Dream| Blowjob| Plot What’s a Plot| No use of y/n| Idk I think it’s all, lemme know if I missed something|

 You were sleeping at ease. It was a cold, rainy night—it had been a rainy day, actually—, and you had to wake up early for a test tomorrow morning, so you went to rest relatively early, a tea of valerian half-empty on the nightstand. The house was especially quiet when Viktor came back from the Academy in the middle of the night, you didn’t even hear him open the door, roaming in the kitchen for a midnight dinner nor when he was taking a shower, but between your fuzzy dreams, you discerned a knocking sound.

Thinking that the sound came from the rain tapping the windows, you rolled over and covered your head with one of your blankets.

Knock, knock, knock. There was again.

In the eerie silence of the night, the sound of your name called you back to reality. You recognized the characteristic cadence, the slight pause between syllables as if he were unsure to continue. Sitting against the headboard, feet still tucked under your covers, you waited for some seconds, your heartbeat rushing into your ears until the knocks returned. You didn’t want to sprint into the hallway just to realize it was a dream.

This time, the knocks were lighter.

"…Viktor?" you said because it couldn't be anyone else.

You dragged your feet out of bed into the cold floor, tiptoeing to open the door. He was waiting in the dark corner of the hallway, the metallic fidgeting of the cane reverberating in the silence between both. If you focused enough, you could smell his shampoo.

“Hi, do you need something?” you muttered, a yawn escaping your mouth. What time was it?

“Eh, yes? I… wanted to ask if you would let me sleep on your bed tonight?" It was dark, with no lamps to illuminate his expression, but his fast speech denoted his shame. “I forgot to close my window in the morning, and encountered my bed drenched.”

You leaned against the door, your sleepy brain recovering its sense of reality. You both had busy a busy day ahead, probably the reason he stayed so late at the Academy today.

“Sure, come in.” It wasn’t the first time you organized a ‘sleepover’ that was more of a study session that ended up in falling asleep of exhaustion hours later in the same bed, though all of them were done in Viktor’s room.

You entered first, kneeling subconsciously into the lower drawers of your closet to retrieve some extra blankets after turning on your lamp. He used a lot, for what his laundry could tell. He was awkwardly standing on the threshold, a pillow beneath his arm. He was probably seeing that you used to sleep in the middle of the mattress, too shy to even sit.

A nervous laugh rolled off your tongue, at least you tidied up when you made your laundry hours ago. You quickly pulled your pillow into the side further the door, tossing the blankets so they could cover the mattress. You patted the surface, sitting on your side and deliberately giving him your back so he didn’t feel observed. He closed the door slowly, leaving his cane against your desk.

You were already tucked inside the covers when you felt his weight move the mattress slightly. Heard him sigh, you tugged the end of your blanket against your nose, covering half your face. You shouldn’t be smiling.

Calm down or he’s going to hear your pulse from the other end of the bed. Do you want that?

“Goodnight, Viktor.” You said while snuggling down to sleep, back turned towards him. So you couldn’t catch he indeed was facing your back.

"Rest well," he whispered back, observing the way your soft hair fanned out over the pillow like a hue. Lingering longer than it would take him to reach for the lamp on the nightstand, he rested his weight against his pillow and tried to close his eyes, only to be tempted with curiosity to watch his shoulders slumping down and rise with each calmed breath.

He couldn’t bring himself to sleep as peacefully as you, he was too nervous. The bed wasn’t small, but all the place smelled like you, and the gap between you two felt strange, the bed already warm when he slid inside. Even if the room was colder than his, despite his habit to sleep inside a cozy cocoon of blankets, he wouldn’t gather the courage of nuzzling closer to your warm body, which was reserved for his wildest dreams.

Or so Viktor wanted to think.

His dreams always proved to be treacherous, or at least since he met you. He supposed it was fair, after all, it was the only place he could not hold back from his true inner desires.

Inside his turbulent mind, the fantasy that clouded his mind for quite a long time repeated itself: with your body pressed between the bed and his, legs beautifully wrapped around his hips as you both encountered the other with each hungry thrust. He could only ideate how your hot touch would set ablaze his skin, would you bite, or scratch him while he made you reach your release?

His dream woke him up in the middle of the night when he heard a whimper. You were sleeping, clueless about the battle displaying inside Viktor's mind. He had moved away from the safe space at his bed’s side, practically hugging your body, allured by the warmth of your skin. Catching down his accelerated breath, too afraid to wake you up, he thought about running away and sleeping in his soaked mattress after all. Though he couldn’t, not when he was sure you would ask in the morning.

And he would have to confess his feelings… He bit his lip when he felt your hips rolling against his shaft, his hard shaft. For your steady breathing, he was sure you were sleeping. But then why…?

You moaned lightly, shamelessly grinding against him. He put his jaw against the top of your head, trying to ignore the burning sensation inside his pants in the search for a clear mind. What was he supposed to do? Probably pushing you away, but he didn’t want to do that.

But another part of his mind, the one he was trying to combat, revoked in a somewhat twisted curiosity. Could you be dreaming of him?

You shifted your position, furthering your butt against him. A pleased hum escapes from your lips. Viktor growled, his lips pressed in a fine line. If he didn’t appreciate your friendship that much, he would’ve woken you up and then make his dreams—and probably yours, if he was lucky—a reality.

It was too much for his resilience. It was not only your smell now, but it also was your warmth, and your soft hair pressed against his cheek, you were so soft, with your body pressed so invitingly, he never felt more secure. Cursing under his breath every time your hips rolled against his erection, a very distant thought haunted his mind.

He had to sleep if he didn’t want to perform badly in his test.

“Mmm… Viktor…” you sighed, another roll of your hips came to torture him. "Oh, Viktor."

He swallowed, cold air entered his throat when he muttered against your hair: “Are you… dreaming of me?”

You stopped for a moment, and he froze. “Viktor, touch me,” you cried, and necessity tinted your voice. His hand gently laid against your stomach tensed. He could feel the edge of your panties’ hem with his fingertips.

“…I can’t,” he answered with his jaw tense. He wanted to, but it was wrong.

“Viktor, I love you,” you whined as if that would solve the problem.

He was shivering, for desire or emotion, it didn’t matter. A layer of sweat covered his brow. Snuggling against your hair, his tongue rolled with a chuckling plea. “If only you weren’t sleeping… the things I would do to you.” The worse thing it could happen was that you didn’t remember your dreams, but even if your desire was unconscious, there was still the tangible possibility of you didn't reject him when he confessed his feelings for you.

And for the steady rhythm settled in your hips rubbing against his cock, Viktor would probably confess tomorrow. His patience could only extend for so long.

He was carefully tracing your breath and the little moans that fled your lips to catch the moment of your orgasm. But Viktor was surprised about the way your body trembled against his while you cried his name between gritted teeth.

It took all his inner strength not to roll you over and put himself deep inside of you. Instead, he hugged you closer. “You are so beautiful,” he muttered, snuggling his nose against your hair, trying to seal your essence in his mind. Viktor was so entranced, that he didn't notice the change in your breathing. “I love you, too. You have no idea how much.”

Slowly, you rolled in his arms. He couldn't see your flushed face, but he sensed the extra warmth irradiating from your face. Blinking, you muttered:  “Am I dreaming, am I not?” You tried to sit while supporting your weight on one elbow.

His gaze shifted to the deep V of your dorm shirt. He knew he should avert his gaze, but curiosity, and lust, allowed him to follow the taunting line of his gaze.

The shirt was too thin, and the neckline too pronounced he could see the sweet curves of your breasts, the taunting peaks of your nipples outlining against the fabric.

“What did you say—?" You were too sleepy and shocked, and ashamed, to connect your thoughts into a logical thread. You were about to open your mouth again when Viktor pulled you almost on top of him as his lips clashed with yours.

Your surprised exclamation was muffled against his mouth, devoured by him while your body straddled him like it was a logical next step—in your dreams sure it was—always mindful to not press too much weight on his right leg. A new sound escaped your lips in the form of a moan as your hips began to grind against his throbbing cock.

So this was what was poking your back.

His hands were all over your body, from caressing lightly your cheek so you wouldn't dare to break the kiss to roaming under your shirt, playing with the sensitive skin of your breasts. Your skin was flushing hot against the cold bedroom, the rain still pouring against the window.

You had to break the contact to breathe. His eyes glowed like beacons, but the gold was darkened with lust. Your skin was covered in goosebumps every time his fingers traced delicate figures in your back and stomach.

Your breast tingled and swelled and tightened into hard nubs that begged for his kiss. You wanted to take the cloth off your head and into the floor, to be bare in front of him. But—

You shifted your body so you couldn’t feel his erection pulsing against your core. “Viktor” you huffed; voice strangled with unfinished desire.

He rolled his hips over, accommodating you on top of his length still covered. You bit your lip to avoid copying his movement. “Mmm?”

“Are you sure about this?” You were friends, and even if you wanted to cross the line to the unknown, you were terrified of ruining the relationship you two already have.

"About what, this?" he muttered, pulling you close as he kissed you again, this time, nibbling at your lower lip for you to open your mouth. "Or this?"

He reached for one of your breasts, rubbing his thumb against one hardened nipple. You jumped at the electrifying sensation running down every nerve, ultimately leaning against his touch.

“Please let me have you,” he left out in a shaky breath, pressing his cheek against yours as he leaned to bury his face in your neck, leaving little trace of kisses there too.

“Would you not regret this in the morning?” you had to say, smelling the essence of his hair so close to your nose it was intoxicating.

He jerked up his head towards you, wide eyes, and mouth open. “In the morning I will treasure you even more.”

You couldn’t hide the smile plastering on your flushed face. Under the covers, you reach for his dick, stroking him lightly with your nails. He grunted, sending you a gaze outlined with dark, arched eyebrows.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

You hummed. “I guess it’s okay.”

He smiled mischievously, his hands slipping from inside your shirt to the waistband of your panties, his touch leaving a burning sensation on your skin, your breasts swelled, hypersensitive against the thin fabric of your pajamas.

“I think it’s my time to enjoy, don’t you agree?” You felt your toes curl in response when his dexterous fingers caressed your clit. He encircled the tender, throbbing flesh with his thumb.

You couldn’t answer, and any attempt to send him a glare grew futile as you were arching your back to give him full access.

“Hmm, so eager already.” He stopped after sensing your body tense, ready to chase your climax. Whining, you tried to frantically put his hand inside your panties, but he hid it inside the covers.

“Viktor—”

His eyes burned when he looked at you between his dark lashes. “Tell me what you want.”

You pouted. “Are you going to make me beg?”

“Not this time.” He tugged down at the hem of your panties, just a little. The cold temperature of the room made goosebumps on your skin, or at least you blamed the ambiance. “I just want to be sure, too. If you won’t regret this in the morning.”

You froze as your same words spilled out his mouth. Then your fuzzy memory picked up a perfect answer.

“Well…” you muttered in an airy sigh, using your knees to rub yourself back and forth along his shaft, feeling your wetness against his underwear. He grumbled in response. “What do you think I was dreaming about just now?”

Viktor chuckled, you couldn’t see if a sweet pink was painting his cheeks, or if he would blush in other places besides his face when he pushed you away slightly to take off his shirt because of the room’s darkness, only barely outlined by the streetlamps shining near and the dimmed moonlight filtering through the rainclouds. Nevertheless, you didn’t want to turn on the lights, no when the smooth shadows enveloped you like satin, only outlining the necessary. Flashes of silver with each lightning breaking the sky. One of his hands cupped your cheek, the other hand brushing away hair that could block his view of your face.

“Then, let me show you my love,” he stated, tangling one of his hands in the back of your neck to pull you closer. His kiss was desperate and hungry as his fingers grasped your soft skin with such strength you know it would leave bruises, but your hands embraced him, nails scratching his back.

You took off your shirt between kisses, hissing at the feeling of your hard nipples rubbing against his bare chest. One of his hands slipped from caressing your face to cupping one of your breasts, massaging the soft skin while your hips grinding against his.

“You are so tantalizing; do you know that?” His kisses traveled down from your lips to your jaw, descending on your neck. Shivering, you felt his tongue leaving wet, hot kisses that rivaled the still, cold air of the room. You extended your neck to give him unobstructed access. With his other hand, he was touching the sensible skin near your entrance, inner thighs tingling against his light touches. You moaned when one of his fingers slipped inside the fabric, teasing your folds for a second. “So precious and wet.”

“Please touch me,” your cry sounded so strange to your ears, and Viktor looked shocked, even if it was only for a second before he could recover with a smug smile.

“Hmm, you may have to be more specific.”

If you were in another situation, you would have hit him. But despite your position on top of him, he knew that he had the upper hand. This time, that is.

“Touch me here.” You snatched one of his hands and put it outside your pulsing core, your fingers touching the soaked fabric of your panties as you put your intertwined fingers right above your entrance.

“I-I’m afraid something is blocking my access.”

“Oh, and what are you going to do about it?” you smiled, stroking his cock lightly. He tried to rock his hips into your touch, but you pull away too quickly. “How bad, I can’t reach you either.”

Laughing at his glare, you felt his hands at your hips.

“Lay down.” His demanding tone made you even wetter, feeling a new layer dripping out your pussy.

You wanted to resist, but you couldn’t. Not when he was looking at you as if you were the only oasis in a desert, and he was thirsty. The pillow was soft when your head sink in. Viktor was preparing some pillows for him to support his leg now that both his leg and back braces were gone.

“Do you want help?”

“Mmm, no. I think I would prefer to take off your clothes myself.”

“Oh.” Below the blankets, you were clenching your thighs together trying to alleviate your desperation.

The clock on the wall rang 4 AM. You were half-sitting half-laying against your pillows and the headboard, Viktor’s hands were sliding down the last piece of clothing off your body. He made the panties a ball, not before pondering them with a warm gaze.

“They’re soaked.”

You opened your legs so he could see, your center pulsating with wet, hot desire. “It’s not the only thing soaked here.”

“I wonder…” he reclined towards you, almost laying down next to your body, hands crawling slowly from your stomach to your pussy, to finally rub your clit a couple of times in vicious circles. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

You almost screamed when he plunged two fingers inside of you. You leaned toward him, nails digging in his shoulders as you rode his hand. He looked at you with heavy eyelids, his free hand brushing one of your nipples.

“That’s right, take your pleasure.” He kissed your brow before bending down to your chest to replace his hand with his mouth.

Feeling your climax chasing after you with your eyes close while he gently sucked your skin, rasping your taut peak with his teeth, you pulled at his hair, making him whimper before coming back with full energy at your other breast.

You were desperately pulling off the waistband of his underwear, feeling him twitch under your touch. His tip was wet too, which made you rub it in circles and then up and down. Biting your lip, you leaned against his ear.

“I want you inside of me,” you groaned, still riding him when you cum. As you were shaken by the waves of bliss that surrounded your body and clouded your mind.

He paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation of your walls squeezing his fingers, to then nibbling with new motivation into the soft skin, his hair tingling your collarbone and neck with every movement of his head. “That makes two of us.”

You grasped him from the hair, forcing him to see you even if you missed his attentive touches. “Then what are you waiting for?” You were still riding the high of your release when Viktor retreated his fingers off you. Jumping at the sensation, you scratched his cock lightly.

“Not today, I’m afraid.” He kissed you softly. “We have to sleep while we can, and if we continue... I don’t think we will be able to rest well into noon, probably.”

Your mind focused on the important duties that would happen in a few hours, still, with the room sheltered in the darkness, it looked like tomorrow was far away. “Well into noon, huh?” You cocked an eyebrow, still stroking him in a slow, teasing rhythm.

“Do… you d-doubt m-me?”

“Oh, someone’s stuttering,” you sang mockingly, but you were smiling. “Do you like it?” Gripping him slightly tighter while you increased the pace, you shifted from sitting to supporting your body with elbows and knees. “Or do you prefer this?”

You kissed his tip before Viktor could answer. His taste overwhelmed your tongue while you hummed approbatory. From your side view, you observed his legs tensed with every inch of him that went inside your mouth.

“W-wh-what a-ah! Are you d-doing?”

“Mm, you’re quite big.” He twitched under your touch. You laughed, the vibration made him grunt. “Oh, someone likes it.” You paused when you felt Viktor’s hand caressing your hair, tangling it inside his fist so it wouldn’t cover your face. “Mmm?” You said while seeing him right in the eye.

“I… w-want to see you. Like this.”

“Do you…” you said, licking him each time; “dream… of me… doing… this?”

He was biting his lip. “P-perhaps.”

You smirked, kissing his tip and resuming your quest of giving him the same pleasure he gave you moments ago. His legs were shaking, heels deeply buried into the blankets. If the room was still cold, you couldn’t notice it anymore.

“W-wait! I-I’m going to c—” Seeing him so flustered, you bobbed him down your throat. He almost screamed out your name.

Letting him out until only the tip of your tongue was caressing him, you muttered: “Then go for it.” You closed your mouth around his cock, tongue circling out at a constant pace, both hands occupying rubbing the rest of him. It wasn’t long until your mouth was filled with his seed.

“W-would you be good and swallow it, hmm?” you glared playfully at him but obeyed anyway. He looked surprised. “I… I was just, uh, playing.”

“Well, in that case, I won.” You went to him to snuggle over his chest. On the opposite wall, the clock marked around 5 AM, the dusk already picking its grayish light into the room. Now, only a drizzle was muffled into the windows.

He hugged you carefully after offering you the glass of water you had left on your nightstand, even if his fingers were digging into your skin as if he were afraid you would fade with the first sunbeams. His hands tapped your skin with his shirt tossed away to dry off your sweat. You pulled up some blankets when he was done, covering your bodies and putting them up to your nose, your voice sounded muffled.

"We should sleep now because if I end up showing late to my final test, I’m going to hold you accountable.”

His chest rumbled when he chuckled. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”

Your eyes were already dozing off, your muscles relaxing as both breathings joined in unison. “About arriving late?”

“No. About holding you accountable." His hands were tracing figures on your back. “I may have to punish you.”

“Mmm, maybe it’s not so bad after all. Just remember, I’m delicate.” You had your eyes closed, so you didn’t see Viktor going his way and giving you a chaste peck on your lips.

“I will keep it in mind.”

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: Just some very short, very self indulgent, very fluffy drabbles of them taking care of you while you’re sick because I am dying (: (: (:

Human!Chucky Lee Ray: The bastard climbs through your window (Even though you have told him a million times that he is WELCOME to USE the FRONT DOOR.) not looking for much more than a hook up… and finds you curled up in bed; ‘Dying’, as you tell him.

Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone: You’ve been totally overworking yourself at the pub recently and today you wake up sick as a dog- and well, there’s no damn way that your partners are going to let you leave the house until you’re 100% better. *This is set in the world of This Oneshot, where they’re in love with you but you’re uncomfortable with the whole thing… but also subconsciously like them a lot too.

Wheezy Weasel: Turns out your boyfriend, who is not the picture of health himself, is actually quite good at taking care of people when they’re sick. You now know how the rest of the Toon Patrol have survived to adulthood. (Sidenote: Especially Smartass. That man does not stop to rest.)

Warnings: Boone and Buckman lightly kidnap you but only out of love, and Wheezy undresses you but its really not sexual at all. Its all fluff ^^

Tag list: @marinerainbow , @miss-understood and @astridflo

Human!Chucky Lee Ray:

“Easy does it, easy does it… agh!- “

The sound of Chucky toppling through your bedroom window rouses you from your heavy dozing session, and when all the pain comes back to your head and your nose starts dripping once again you let out your own groan; Throwing the blankets over your head to hide from the world. “Chuckyyyy!”

“Fuck, I always forget how high up this damn window is. You should put a step stool here for me, one of these days I’m gonna break my face.” He grumbles, making a cacophony of creaky and flappy sounds as he gets up and brushes himself off. 

“Get outtt,” You groan again, squeezing your eyes shut. His loud voice is grating on your very sensitive earbuds right now. Feeling the bed dip beside your hips, you assume Chucky has sat down and when a hand lands on your waist, you sigh. “… I’m sick, Chucky… “It would be nice if he would comfort you, but you kinda doubt it.

“Ohh… Yeah, that explains the clinical atmosphere in here. You at deaths fucken door, or something?”

Sniffling, you roll over under his hand to face him and nod under the covers. “Yes.”

“You are not, shut up.” Despite his annoyingly harsh words, Chucky slides down to lay on the mattress next to you, above the covers though. “Well, guess I’m not getting any… go back to sleep, then. Just stay under those blankets, I don’t need to be catching whatever disease you caught.”

Peaking just your eyes out from under the blanket and your noise is as nasally as it gets- it makes him snigger but you ignore it. “You’re staying?”

He smirks, yanking the blankets back up over the rest of your head. “It’d be kinda of rude of me, to turn up here to fuck you but just leave cuz I can’t… wouldn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Then I guess I’m staying here.”

“… Thank you.” You know Chucky’s not great with his emotions, he’s always either too hot or too cold but this is an uncharacteristically soft moment for him- you’re going to enjoy it while it lasts.

It jostles you when he moves to get comfortable, stealing a pillow that was half under your head and folding it under his own, sleep entering him voice as he settles down. “Mhm.” Okay. Comforted by the fact he’s going to stay, you let your heavy eyelids fall shut again and snuggle closer to his warm body. “… mm, sleep tight… “

Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone:

At first when you wake up and force your body up into a sitting position, you have no clue where you are. You’re squinting around at the unfamiliar bedroom you’re in all alone, feeling a confused sense of dread flood your blood stream- the kind where you don’t move a muscle, just your eyes as you gaze about the room and try to figure out the puzzle.

… Until you’re suddenly thrown into the worst coughing fit of your life- just really terrible. It make syour eyes water and mucus build up in your throat. When it’s over, thankfully, you give a big, terrible sniffle and groan long and hard into your hands. Whatttttttttttttt? No… I can’t be sick… Noooooo… You have a business to be running! Where the fuck are you and where did this virus come from? None of this will at all do-

“You’re awake, then! ~ “The door immediately across from you opens up then, and you’re not even surprised at who comes in- exasperated, yes. Nauseous at the sight of syrup drenched pancakes in her hands, yes.

But not surprised.

“Boone… “You start, and find that you’re voice is as course as it gets, and promptly lose your mouth because- ow.

“I think you should go back to sleep for a while, but I got you some breakfast here to pick at first! You need your strength, sweetheart~ “

I’m not your sweetheart, you think, giving her a deadpanned glare as she comes forward with the stack of sugar dressed up as Breakfast. Usually pancakes would make you happy, but right now with how you’re feeling and your sore throat? Hell no. Just smelling them make you feel like being sick. “… that’s okay.” You force out, despite the pain. “I’m fine. I’m just going to go to wor- “

“Your throat must be killing you,” Boone laments, ignoring you entirely as she sinks down on the bed beside you. “Georges coming with some lemon and honey tea, that’ll fix it right up!”

… that actually does sound pretty helpful. “Thank you, but- “

“Don’t talk honey, we’ve got you.” Boone cuts you off again. Yes, that would be the problem, you sigh in resignation, but go totally stiff when the woman reaches over and tucks some of your hair behind your ear; A deeply concerned look on her face. “Where is that old bastard with the tea?” She seems to mutter to herself, then, and you’re rolling your eyes when he appears.

The mayor takes a seat on the opposite of your legs that Boone is on and wraps your hands around the mug in your lap, wrapped in a tea towel so it doesn’t hurt to hold. “Goodmorning darlin!~ Gotcha some tea, here- careful, its hot.”

Yep- not your darling. But thanks, I didn’t realise that tea was hot. Nodding gratefully nonetheless of your sarcastic inner thoughts, you cup the mug carefully in your lap and your body actually relaxes to the smell- embarrassingly enough. You can feel the stuffiness in your head clearing as the steam wafts up to your face.

Boone’s feeling your forehead, which must feel like a kettle, and frowning. “Make sure you force some food down, too, an empty stomach’ll just make it all worse.”

Taking a glance at the pancake sin her lap, you press your lips together in a straight line quickly and look away. “… How did I get here? Y’all didn’t kidnap me, did you?”

It was a joke, apparently a poor one though because Buckman almost looks guilty when he goes to answer. “Well… not per say… I don’t think… “

What!? “Not per say??”

“Well, you fainted at the pub and we- well, we made an executive decision to just… take you home after that.” Honestly, it’s a mystery to you sometimes that he is the smooth talker in this damn town. You open your mouth to say something about his lack of tact, when the full meaning of his words set in.

“- I fainted??!”

“You’ve been workin’ real hard lately, sweetheart,” Boone explains, producing a damp cloth from a bowl on the side table and pressing it gently to your head. At the same time, her husband pats your hand, and- And it feels good, damnit! You wish you would have the strength right then to fly out of there like a bat from hell, but you just… don’t. Too tired, too sick… too weak. “It was likely to catch up to ya eventually- you really shouldn’t push yourself so hard... ”

“I’m fine- “  

“Oh, so you don’t mind collapsin’ on the floor in front of the whole darn town every now and then?” Buckman cuts in, raising his brows at you- to which you roll your eyes at and turn away from him. Well, no, you don’t enjoy that. “In that case, maybe we should just install some mats- “Turning to Boone, he continues the lark and if looks could kill then your mayor would be dead and buried by now. “What do you think, dear, bear skin or cotton?”

“I’d say both, considering the big ol’ egg forming on their forehead here.” Oh, so it will be twin graves.

“So right.”

“… “Cheeks warm from more than just your fever, you glare at them both hard for a good moment, before being angry at all becomes too exhausting a thought and you just give a deeply frustrated sigh; Lifting the mug to your face and avoiding eye contact with either of them.

Hopefully you get better real quick.

Wheezy Weasel:

As soon as you admitted that you were sick, Wheezy had you up on your feet and was marching you off to the bathroom. “C’mon… “He mumbles in that lazy drawl of his, closing the door behind you both. You stand there with your arms crossed, just struggling to stand as you watch him reach into the shower and turn the taps on. He feels until the water is a good, hot temperature and steam billows out of the cubical before stepping back and gesturing with his thumb to the stream. “Test that,”

While you reach in delicately and check it yourself, nodding when you get used to it quickly, Wheezy kneels down and starts unlacing your shoes. You drop your arm back down to your side, the limb too heavy to hold up for long, and give your boyfriend a little peculiar smile. “Wheezy… “

“Just relax Y/N, I aint gonna try anything.”

“I believe you… “You’ve been together for nearly half your lives now, seeing eachother naked is not a big deal. I mean, you like it of course, but it doesn’t have to be about- its not always- there’s not always a sexual undertone. You feel comfortable with him, is what you mean.

“Okay, step outta those.”

As you follow his instructions, slipping your feet easily out of the sneakers that he loosened up for you, he gets up again and unbuttons your shirt. “I can take care of myself, you know?”

He gives a huff and rolls his eyes. “As a matter a fact, no, I don’t know that. You tried to go t’ work today. So that means, I’m in charge now.” You can’t help the little, tired grin on your face as you let him help you out of your shirt, even holding your arms up for him when he guides them up into the air so that he can lift your undershirt carefully over your head. “So deal with it.”

“Yes sir.” You tease, getting a rough chuckle from the smoker as he moves onto your pants. Getting more and more tired the more you stand, you take advantage of his presence in front of you and wrap your arms over his shoulders to help hold you up; Letting your head fall forward and your eyelids fall shut while he focuses on unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping your bottoms.

Once he shoves your pants and underwear down, you step out of them and he chucks your discarded outfit onto the bench before guiding you towards the shower. “Alright, lock the door when I leave. Don’t need Greasy or Psycho waltzing in here while yer relaxin’.”

“Hmm,” You hum, eyes still closed. When he gives you a kiss on the forehead, though, you open them up slowly and look up at him only slightly adoringly… okay super adoringly, because he’s perfect and oddly kind and you know you’re so lucky to have him. “Okie.”

With his hand still cupping half your face, Wheezy gives you a half stern look. “Stay in there until you feel your sinuses loosen up, okay?”

“Yep~ “

“I’ll bring ya pyjama’s in a couple minutes and leave ‘em on the floor outside. Then go straight t’ bed, and I’ll bring ya some soup.”

“Yes sir… “

“Hm,” He huffs again, a lazy smirk spreading across his face for a moment before he gives you another forehead kiss, pats your back, and leave you to it.

#Drabbles #Charles Lee Ray x Reader #Chucky Lee Ray x Reader #Chucky x Reader #Granny Boone x Reader #Mayor Buckman x Reader #Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone x Reader #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #MultiVillains x Reader Drabbles #MultiVillains x Reader

[beargyuuu]

World begins with W, mine begins with U

ik a place writing (832)

warnings; mentions of smoking, drinking, suggestive (no smut)

<3

April 6, 2023

“you’re actually going to hang out with him” you mumbled through rina’s pillow that you’re laying your face on.

you and rina are currently in her dorm watching her get ready for her to hang out with some guy your friends were putting her on with, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little jealous.

it’s been too long since you’ve dated anyone, and way too long since you’ve been on a date alone.

rina rolls her eyes and turns to you giving you a look you know a little too well “you know you have soobin right?” you groan at those words.

sitting up from her bed you reach for the half lit blunt and take a small hit letting the gas burn your throat just how you like it. “you know-“ you move your fingers to signal rina to come closer, she lets out a giggle knowing what’s next. grabbing her face gently and letting out the smoke into her mouth you place the blunt back onto her bedside table. “it’s not.. it’s not like that”

letting out a small cough she shakes her and and reaches for the bottle of orange soda that has probably gone stale from how long it’s taken for her to take ready. “i know i know all i’m saying is he’d be good for you if you gave him the chance”

you let out another groan not of out annoyance from how often this has been said to you but of how right she was.

soobin was just too good of a guy, too sweet, too caring, too fucking lovable. you know he’d promise you the moon if he could but he’d also do that to rina, tae, hyuka hell even yeonjun.

that last name that popped in your head made you loose your balance for a second and lucky rina was there to keep you still.

“still thinking about them?” you look into her now low eyes that gives rina her signature look.

“don’t you just think it’s crazy how he’s back after years?”

“well yeah but that’s cause he was our best friend, but you know i never had the bond you guys had so i don’t feel exactly how you feel..” she gets on her bed laying next to you, holding you close and choosing her next words carefully. “do you not want to be his friend anymore?”

you subconsciously curl deeper into her side deep in thought. yes you would do anything to be his friend again. his best friend. his world just like how it was but you know you can’t go back to that, not now at least, not the same as it was.

losing him was probably worst than any heartbreak you’ve ever had, now that you finally have him back into your life after spending countless of nights praying for just one day that you’d be able to talk to him again it all feels surreal.

“i know you do, don’t trip about it dummy” rina mumbles before planting a kiss on the back of your neck then moving to the edge of her bed grabbing the roach you left on her table. she holds it out to you with a quirked eyebrow.

sitting up next to her you grab it while taking out the lighter you kept in your pocket “grab that bottle over there..”

“this is so ghetto” you let out a small laugh smacking her arm as she gets up silently agreeing with her. “you guys won’t fuck right?” you asked and you get an empty orange soda bottle thrown at your face as a reply.

“you think one blunt is enough to get me to sleep with a man” you roll your eyes passing the roach back to her.

after making the makeshift bong and placing the tail of the blunt inside it lighting it for its last round you finally take a look at the outfit she’s wearing and you realize you really doesn’t care, making you wonder why she really is going.

wearing soobin’s black jacket that you brought, grey sweatpants stained with the smell of weed and a white cami revealing the hickey you gave her a few nights ago from your game of dare or drink you played with the boys.

“pussy is so much more better anyways” wiggling her eyebrows at you, to that you lightly punch her shoulder face turning warm knowing what she’s referring to.

“yeah yeah get out of here before you end up with me on this bed instead of that guy”

“you know that doesn’t sound too bad”

“RINA”

letting out a huff and finally getting up she reaches for her car keys and starts heading out the door. “don’t miss me too much i’ll be back by 3, love you jagi ”

“love you more”

as you hear the front door close shut you look at the clock she had on her table reading 12:21AM in bright bloody letters. it’s your turn to let out a huff reaching under rina’s bed to grab a pre roll and light it knowing it’s going to be a long night.

masterlist prev next

(A/N): when their worlds finally meet

taglist: @captivq @mackjestic @run2seob

#tomorrow x together #txt #txt x moa #txt x reader #txt smau #beomgyu #beomgyu smau #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu txt #choi beomgyu txt #beomgyu fluff #choi beomgyu smau #soobin #yeonjun #taehyun #huening kai #—beargyuuu🧸

[p-antomime]

virgin!rindou x bestfriend/rans gf!reader [NAUR I GOT SUPER PASSIONATE W THIS ONE, most I've written since graduating💀 💀]

okay hear me out, virgin!rindou who has unfortunately made the mistake of falling head over heels for his bestfriend!reader. pretty boy is too insecure and anxious to make the first move, so he hides his feelings as best as he can [insecure in the sense that he believes she can do better, be with somebody who can provide a safe and normal life for her; not one mixed with gangs and violence].

unfortunately the news is announced to him: his beloved friend has started dating his brother. he pushes down his disappointment & jealousy and congratulates them. he should be happy for his brother-- and for y/n. but he's not. he's bitter, but he would never want to make either of them upset, so he selflessly forfits his friendship with y/n all together. ignoring her in uni, leaving her on seen, airing her calls. its better this way, right?

weeks go by, rolling into months, and not a word to y/n from rindou. hes been working hard, trying to move on -- and has convinced himself that he has. convincing himself that he wasn't obsessivley refreshing her & rans social media accounts. convincing himself that he didnt occasionally cry over the thought of her.

but this whole fascade of lying to himself crumbles when ran brings y/n over and the two of them get it on in his room- the walls are thin. he is disgusted with himself, but finds his hand subconsciously sliding into his own boxers.

so he holds his breath, bites his lip, and shoves his hand into his mouth with his head buried in the pillow- tears streaming & tip leaking. pumping and thrusting rhythmically with the sound of ran’s bedframe hitting the wall. Imagining that its him making her feel good. so desperate and sloppy, whimpers and sobs. he has to be quiet, or they'll hear him.

and afterwards rindou bumping into y/n in the hallway of the house, his eyes puffy from crying.

~😼. anon

you guys DONT FUCKING KNOW how much i love when y'all send me long asks, this type of ask MAKES MY DAY SO FREAKING MUCH BETTERRRR, i love you for this nonnie, and lemme put some things more for the final part with mr. rin!

Guilt would be eating him up inside, but more than guilt he felt jealousy and maybe this was reflected in how hot his hand was as soon as he first started just groping the bulge below his underwear.

Rindou could hear everything, absolutely everything, from the sound of the belt buckle on Ran's pants being opened probably by himself to the small whimpers coming from the only person the younger Haitani loved that much and consequently couldn't have in a billion years. He assumed his older brother was busy caressing youe body and kissing or biting your neck and just imagining himself in his shoes, Rindou began to feel his precum reaching to make the fabric of his underwear completely wet; maybe even wetter than the bottom of your undies when Ran began to use two fingers to rub you.

As his body moved better on the bed and his face was pressed against one of the pillows as soft as your skin and his hands finished lowering his boxers and immediately began impatiently pumping his cock, Rindou began to pay even more attention to the sounds — this way it was easier for him to imagine that it was him and not Ran having the privilege of kissing, rubbing, touching, stroking and kneading your body.

It was the first time that the younger Haitani felt both guilty and horny at the same time, his brain couldn't decode that mixture of synesthetic sensations; in fact his mind for the last few weeks was busy only being able to discern what was jealousy, resentment, irritation and, of course, the feeling of wanting someone so badly that it hurt — and indeed it hurt in Rindou's core to the point where he began to get teary-eyed as his hips fucked his hand with the same rhythm Ran used to pin you to his bed and start pounding inside your hole that always fit so well on his cock while whispering how you were the most beautiful angel, how you were all his, how you had been so good that you deserved to take every last drop of his cum.

As Ran's bedframe banged over and over against the wall and produced little "Knock, knock, knock", Rindou was busy panting trying not to be so loud with the little "Please", "Y/N" that came out of his mouth without him even realizing it; his hand getting wetter and wetter with his precum, his hip movements less and less rhythmic and more clumsy as his climax came full steam ahead.

And perhaps it had been his most intense high yet, he even had the impression of his consciousness wavering and returning to normal just as his blurred vision became filled with little dots as the thick strands of his white cum soiled the sheets and the palm of his hand, his cock throbbing against his fingers andteeth digging into the same pillow on which he had been crying before.

Rindou just didn't expect to find you when he was leaving the room to get to the bathroom after storing his cock in his underwear again and you trying to cover yourself because you had also just come from a fuck and thought your boyfriend's little brother was sleeping.

Until you see his white dirty hand.

#rindou smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #rindou x reader #rindou angst #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou haitani #haitani rindou smut #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani smut #rindou haitani angst #(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) — kiki's answer ​ᵎ #— 😼 anon ⨾

[thatonelonelydude]

Right Place, Wrong Time

A sterek fic, part 1

Derek's brain sluggishly drug him from unconsciousness. His body was telling him that he was in danger, that there was something in the room with him, but his bone deep exhaustion was tugging him back under and the ache that permeated throughout his entire being made him not want to wake. With what little alertness he had, he tried to sense what put his subconscious on high alert. He was still in the Stilinski household, in Stiles' bed where he had crashed earlier in the night, and nothing felt out of place. There were no foreign sounds or smells, and the only heartbeats in the house were his and the sheriff's. He rolled onto his side with a low groan and buried his face in the pillow beneath his head. He forced himself to relax back into the sheets and for his mind to quiet down. He had nearly drifted off again when a very important fact finally registered in his mind.

The sheriff was home.

The wolf's eyes flew open at the realization, and he frantically tried to located the man's heartbeat over the pounding of his own. If the sheriff found him in his son's bed he was for sure a deadman. Considering he used to be a fugitive, the man wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in his head and fill him full of lead. Why did Stiles have to pick this night of all nights to stay at Scott's? Why couldn't he be here to talk his dad down so Derek could leave the house alive and not in a body bag? This was going to be his last day on earth and he knew it.

Ba-bump, ba-bump.

There it was. He focused on the sound to see if the sheriff was far enough away that he could slip away undetected.

Ba-bump, ba-bump.

His heartbeat sounded eerily close. Almost like he was-

Ba-bump.

Oh boy. He was standing right behind him, wasn't he?

Derek slowly turned his head to peer over his shoulder and locked eyes with the barrel of a familiar gun. Shit. He had spent all day, from dawn till dusk, dodging the bullets and arrows of hunters, and now he was going to die at the hands of the sheriff. His eyes trailed upwards from the gun to the face of its owner and was met a hard glare.

"You better have one hell of a reason as to why you're in my house." John growled out, voice cold.

Derek looked back down at the gun pointed at his head. There was no way he could talk himself out of this predicament, he wasn't Stiles. Although, he sure wished he was right now. There was nothing he could say that would work as an excuse to explain why he was here, and he was probably going to get shot no matter what he said. He could feel a thin sheen of sweat forming as he started panicking internally. John shifted his stance, leering over the wolf in more intimidating manor while he waited for an answer.

"I uh... I stay here sometimes since I don't exactly have the most livable accommodations, as your son would put it." Derek eventually responded. He kept his voice low, afraid of being too loud, and winced as he forced each word out.

"And why would my son be speaking to you?" As the sheriff spoke, the gun steadily drew closer. Oh well, if he was going to die anyway, why not drop a few bombshells on the way out.

"Because I'm dating him."

He watched as an array of emotions flitted across John's face, shock, confusion, anger. As quickly as they came, they were gone, and the sheriff had his stony glare back on. He was silent for a beat and then adjusted his grip on the gun.

"Are you having sex with my son?" he asked calmly.

What?

Derek's eyes widened comically, and he shook his head vigorously.

"No! Nonono." If the sheriff thought he was banging his son, he was bound to get trigger happy. John stared down at the wolf, watching him for a moment, before lowering his gun. His face now a mask of indifference. Derek let out silent breath he didn't know he had been holding. That could have gone a lot worse than it did. The sheriff stood straight, turning away from the wolff, and moved out of the room. He paused in the doorway momentarily to look back at Derek.

"I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow."

Derek watched him leave warily. He was puzzled as to whether that was an invitation or demand, but from his tone it was most likely the latter. He waited long after he heard the sheriff's bedroom door shut before settling back down, and it was even longer before he was able to fall back asleep. Tomorrow he would see if would be in his best interest to stay or leave, but tonight he was going to rest while he still had the chance.

#sterek #sterek fic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sheriff stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #fic by lonelydude #tw gun mention

[dancingqueen0019]

Saving Grace Ch. 6

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Themes: Budding Relationship, Fluff, Awkward Love, Slow-Burn ish, Age Gap (roughly 15 years; Aaron 40ish and Reader 25)

Warnings: Mention of murders, natural death of parent (reader’s parent), slight cursing (?), school drama (slight bullying, additional school assistance)

Author’s Note: Chapter 6! Hope you enjoy. According to Google Docs its 6 Pages. This hasn’t been edited so I apologize for grammar/spelling errors

I’m not sure how long we slept but it felt like eternity. The fog of what happened last night and the truth came to the forefront of my mind. Being in bed with a man 15 years older than me should in theory creep me out, but it doesn’t. Maybe there was something wrong with me, or maybe biologically we just clicked, but I was here for it. 

I begged my body to sleep, partially because I wanted another hour to catch up, and partially because I didn’t want to move away from Aaron. In my mind I wanted all of this with my whole heart; Aaron, Jack, a relationship, stability. There was just now the question of whether or not Aaron thought the same.

In the time we slept, we had moved around the bed frequently. Our bodies and subconscious acted on both of our growing feelings and molded our limbs together. When I started waking up I felt a thick arm around my waist and the steady rise and fall of a chest pressed to the back of mine. I willed myself to go back to sleep but I couldn’t, my body was charged up. 

I looked down at the arm holding onto me to see that the large hand was splayed out. Fingers laid firmly on top of my lower stomach. The butterflies in my stomach woke up and fluttered around as I twisted myself to face Aaron. In doing so he groaned in his sleep and lifted his arm so I could move easier. He was laying higher on the pillows than I was so my head was tucked under his. His arm gave me a firm squeeze to keep me close and let out a deep sigh. I couldn’t see his eyes to tell if he was awake or not, but the kiss on my head told me he was. 

“Morning.” He mumbled sleepily. 

I reached out and placed a hand on his chest, “Good morning. How’d you sleep?” 

He released his grip slightly on me, “Really good. To be honest I haven’t slept much lately so this helped.” We laid in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of each other. “Would you like some coffee?” Aaron asked in a soothing tone. 

“Coffee would be great. I need to get up and shower too.” I responded, not wanting to think about what I might have looked or smelled like. I was supposed to shower last night but I didn’t, I pushed it off too much and figured I would do it today. Little did I know at that time that my house would have overnight company. 

“You go shower, I’ll put some coffee on.” He pulled away from me and got up. I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. I cursed under my breath when I realized it was 10am, I totally forgot about Murphy I was so tired. Slipping into my fuzzy slippers I went to run down the stairs to let him out. Poor dog needed to relieve himself outside for the past couple of hours now. However before I could make it halfway down the stairs I heard Aaron talking to someone, “Come on Murphy, let’s go outside. Good boy, go potty.” 

I bit my bottom lip out of embarrassment that my house guest was taking care of my dog. I finished coming down the stairs and Aaron looked back to me, “Thought you were going to shower.” He said and then turned back to the coffee machine.

“Yeah but I forgot about Murphy. Thank you for taking him out though. I’ll shower after I get his food ready.” I moved a bit faster to grab his bowl and prepare his breakfast. Aaron watched me closely as I cut up the fruit and veggies. Eyes tracking all of my movements until the coffee was done brewing. He poured himself a cup and drank it straight while I put Murphy’s bowl down and brought him back inside. Excusing myself, I went upstairs to shower. I pulled the sheets up on the bed before closing the bathroom door behind me. I turned the fan and my speaker on so I could listen to some music to perk me up. 

I took my time showering and even took the extra effort to shave my legs and armpits. I stood naked in front of the mirror, brushed my teeth and combed my hair. Wrapped in a towel I exited the bathroom and snatched the lotion off of the bedside table. The towel came undone slightly as I reached down to lotion my legs.

“Shit! Sorry, I should have knocked.” A stammering Aaron stood in the cracked doorway and I laughed at how he kept stammering apologies. 

“You say you are sorry but you keep staring, Aaron.” I said as I stood back up and adjusted the towel to cover myself better. “What did you come up here for?” I asked him and he blinked a couple of times and focused back on my face and not the towel. 

“Oh-uh, I was just going to grab my phone. Jack’s aunt, Jess, has him for today. Just wanted to let her know that I was home already.” He kept his head down as he walked to the other side of the bed to grab his phone and he walked back out so I could get dressed. I pulled on a pair of black leggings and a cream colored tank top to start off with. I planned on adding an actual top later on. Aaron was standing next to the couch when I walked out. 

“I went ahead and ordered breakfast to be delivered here. Just a ‘thank you’, for last night.” He mentioned as he finished sending a text to Jess. I quickly refolded the blanket on the couch, “Ya know, if you didn’t say it was just a ‘thank you’ breakfast I would have assumed it was a breakfast date.” He chuckled at that and nodded his head, “Breakfast date it is then. A makeup for the lost dinner date. Kind of a strange date to start off with though,” I looked at him puzzled, “with me crashing here early this morning. The free therapy session. Probably was the strangest first date you’ve had.” 

I shook my head slightly and held back a laugh, “Trust me, I have had wayy worse first dates. This was honestly one of the better ones.” Now it was his turn to look puzzled, “You must have had some bad first dates then.” 

I placed my arm on his and leaned in slightly, “I’ll tell you at breakfast.” I winked at him and headed down the stairs. Murphy was waiting for me to take him back out outside. He chased the bunnies from the yard and found some new sticks to chew on under the tree. Heading back in I found Aaron at the door paying the delivery man and he turned around with two bags of food. While I poured myself my cup of coffee and added in my creamer he laid out the food at the dining room table. 

Sitting down I made a noise of excitement as I recognized the cafe he ordered from. “I love their baking. You can’t find too many good mom and pop places but this one is probably my favorite.” I grabbed a chocolate chip muffin and a couple sausage links and Aaron picked up the croissant sandwich. We split the serving of hash browns and settled into breakfast talk. 

“How is–” We both said at the same time and awkwardly paused and smiled at each other. Aaron told me to go first, I swallowed the piece of muffin before speaking. “I was going to ask how Jack was. I noticed in class that he was more sad than usual.”  

“I was just about to ask the same thing actually. In answer to you though, he is doing okay. I’ve been in this job since before he’s been born so in some ways he’s used to me being gone. It was easier when his mom was alive though. Now it seems to bother him more each time I’m gone.” He spoke solemnly when he mentioned his wife. I placed my hand on top of his, causing him to look up at me. In the morning light I notice how his brown eyes hold so much depth. Not just the trauma from his job and personal life, but also the swirls of colors. Whiskey, carmel, and mixes of light and dark brown made for pools of endless stories. 

A squeeze on my hand followed by an “Y/N?” snapped me from my thinking. I shyly smiled and pulled my gaze from him. I cleared my throat and said, “Sorry, I was just going to say that I understand how difficult it would be for Jack to miss you so much. I do notice that he does tend to get upset about you being gone, but he hasn’t had a massive reaction to it in school. One time he was on the verge of tears, I do admit that I should have contacted you about it, but he recovered from it and moved on. Unfortunately I can’t spend my entire day focusing on Jack since I have twenty other students, but I can assure you that he and I have been working together to regulate his emotions. Academically, he’s way above everyone else. His testing scores are immaculate and he continues to refine his skills. Emotionally wise, he could use a little bit of assistance, from my observation.”

Aaron sat back for a moment to process this information, “Okay. What do you suggest that I do to help him then? Me being gone isn’t going to change exactly so I need to make sure he’s functioning properly.” I nodded and took a drink of coffee. 

I further explained to Aaron that we can request tha Jack be put on a 504 plan to receive assistance with anxiety and regulate his emotions. It would give him the extra assistance that I may not be able to give him at the moment, and it would carry on through his record for the rest of his schooling so he can continue any assistance he may need. “He isn’t a bad kid by any means. You know that and I know that. I just wanted to make that clear because parents hear the terms 504 and IEP and they immediately think their kid is not the greatest. We can schedule a formal meeting with myself, Dr. Smithfield, and Mrs. Tobey who is in charge of these assistance programs. All of us will sit down and talk to you privately, and then bring Jack in, to discuss if this is something he would benefit from. I told you before the school year started that I would help Jack in any way that I can.” 

Aaron smiled big at that last part, and I could see the gears turning in his head. “Y/N I don’t know what to say. Thank you, firstly for looking after him. I would be more than happy to schedule a meeting. You–” he paused and licked his bottom lip, “you’ve been a second chance, a saving grace for not only him but me as well. I find that Jack comes home and doesn’t stop talking about your classroom and everything he did. He looks forward to being with you and quite frankly I look forward to being around you too. Jack is still very much recovering from his mom’s passing, but you’ve helped him see that there still is good in the world.” My eyes started watering at that and I quickly wiped them away, but Aaron knew what I was doing. He grabbed my hand again and smoothed his thumb over the top of it. “As for me, you’ve made the days a lot more bearable and I am starting to look forward to completing my day.” I looked at him with big dewy eyes and I smiled at him. 

I took another sip of coffee to calm my nerves, “Oh Aaron, you don’t have a clue how much it means to hear that. My actions and behavior towards Jack is organic and as for you…” I stopped myself from saying what I really wanted to say. To tell him that I liked him more than just my student’s father, that I wanted to see where this went. Aaron caught onto that last bit that I was avoiding telling him. He raised his eyebrows and motioned me to continue talking. I blushed and put my head down. 

“Were you about to admit that you’ve developed feelings for me?” He asked slowly and I looked up in answer to him. His breath hitched for a moment, “Y/N, I, I’m not sure what you expect from this relationship,” I felt my blood run cold and my body prepared itself for rejection, “but what I can tell you is that I’m starting to value you more than just being Jack’s teacher. There’s so much more that we need to learn about one another so I don’t want to rush into things. On my part too I hesitate to start anything with you because of two main things. Firstly being our ages. You are so much younger than I am and we are at different points in our lives. I’ve settled into my life and you are just starting yours. The second thing that I hesitate on is that I’m not sure how soon is appropriate for a widower to start dating again.” 

I swallowed the massive lump in my throat and took a long breath in to soothe the anxiety I was feeling. He’s right in what he says, I just don’t want to hear all of it. “I understand and respect what you are saying, Aaron. Right now I know that I have to sort through what feelings I have for you and what I want out of whatever this is. I share the same sentiment that I value you more than just a student’s father. If you can’t start a relationship right now because of mourning or out of respect for our late wife, I understand 100%. What I can tell you on my part is that I want to see where this is going, I want to play out the feelings and get to know one another. Who knows, we might just be horrible for each other and nothing comes of it. Just because we are having breakfast and you spent the night doesn’t mean we are getting married next week.” He let out a short laugh through his nose, “As far as the ages, I’ve done my own reflecting. Yeah, people may not understand such a big age gap, but it’s not their relationship. There are plenty of people out there that have larger or similar age gaps. It was a little weird at first, but I honestly don’t mind you being older than me. The beauty of my life just starting out is that nothing is set in stone, I can shift my wants and needs depending on where life takes me.” 

I didn’t notice that I was speed talking until I stopped and had to take a deep breath. I think I was too scared that if I talked slow enough, Aaron wouldn’t have stuck around to listen or he would have decided what he was going to do about us. He finally spoke up, “What do you want out of life? What are your wants and needs right now?” 

I picked at the table cloth as I meekly spoke up, almost afraid that my answer wouldn’t be right for him, “I love my job, so I want to be a teacher for as long as possible. However, I wouldn’t mind being a housewife or stay-at-home mom if I have to be or if my future husband’s job can support us. With that being said, I want a husband, someone that compliments my likes and dislikes, but also shows me a whole new world. Someone that will stick around instead of running when things get hard. I want a big family, that’s for damn sure. I don’t care if I have them, adopt them, or they are step children, I just love kids and I’ve always wanted them. Personally, I want to move further from here so I can have a big house with a yard big enough for those kids and any dogs, but I can stay in this area too.” 

Aaron’s smile just kept getting bigger and bigger as I spoke, to the point that dimples appeared and his smile lines became pronounced. I smiled back at him until he started laughing. What the hell is he laughing at? I just answered the man’s question. He placed one hand on his gut while he laughed and when he opened his eyes he realized the horrified look on my face. He waved his other hand out in front of him and quickly said, “Oh no! I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at what you said.”

I glared at him before he continued, “I laugh because it’s the same exact answer that I would have given if you asked me. You are just making this so much harder because I am liking you even more now.” I sighed at that and slowly got rid of the glare on my face. He reached forward and placed a hand on my cheek, “I promise you, I’m not laughing at you. I thought I was going to be able to take things slow with you and pace myself from growing attached, but I think that is going to be harder than I thought.” 

I leaned into his touch a little bit, “Why you gotta scare me like that? I was getting ready to kick your ass out of my home.” He replied that he wouldn’t doubt my ability to kick his ass out. “So, we agree to just see where this goes? Keep it lowkey for the time being? I doubt my school will like to hear that I am…What are we?” I asked, hoping for a good answer from him. 

“Dating?” He asked slowly to gauge my reaction. I smiled warmly at that and he reciprocated it, “Yes, dating. I doubt my school will appreciate me dating a student’s father while they are in my class.”  Aaron nodded in agreement and said that we should keep things quiet until after the end of the school year. I enjoyed hearing that he was already thinking that far out.

Together we cleaned up breakfast and had some normal small talk about what our weekend plans were. He said that Jessica and Jack were camping this weekend and wouldn’t be back till after dinner on Sunday. I had day time plans with my mother tomorrow. She was coming over for lunch and then we were heading out to Home Depot to pick out tile and paint swaps for the downstairs bathroom. I figured it would be easier to just get started on my house projects now rather than push it off and still be working on it when Lucas gets home. 

Aaron was a bit surprised to hear that my mom and I would be doing all of the demo and renovation ourselves so he offered his assistance when he would be home. As far as today, there was nothing on our schedules unless an emergency case came up for Aaron. I was currently leaning my back against the kitchen counter and Aaron stood closely in front of me with his hands on my hips. He still smelled like my body wash and his face was beautifully relaxed, “I know I need to return back to my apartment and get an actual change of clothes. When I’m done with that though, would you like to have dinner with me tonight? I can swing by the grocery store and pick up whatever you are in the mood for and cook for you. Actually cook this time instead of ordering it.” 

I placed my hand on his white clothed chest and lightly scratched the surface with my nails. He closed his eyes for a brief second and I happily said, “Yes! I would love that. Do you want or need me to go shopping with you or can I do some quick cleaning while you’re out?” He nodded and told me that he was good to go by himself. His black bag was quickly packed while I finished filling up the dishwasher and wiped down the table. Before he left he gave me a quick hug and kissed my head once more. There was a light blush on my cheeks as he pulled away and walked back out the front door. 

I don’t think I can take this, going slow, thing seriously.

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch hotchner #criminal minds #fluff #smut #fbi #bau #jack hotchner #david rossi #jj jareau #derek morgan #spencer reid #penelope garcia #emily prentiss

[mx-mongoose]

Edit made by Derpy Banana

God I really wish i could rp like a portal and Infinity Train crossover thing. I would make a server but A: I don’t know if the audience is out there and B: I feel like I don’t know enough about the lore to make a coherent plot by myself (i know Portal’s story to a T, just I don’t know ANYTHING about Half Life. Which i feel like is important since The Train is in some sorta alternate earth and I know Half Life’s whole plot revolves around different planets and dimensions i think)

Btw hey! My name is Goose (he/they)

Boundaries:

- Proshippers stay the hell away

- But other then that i’m cool with most ships (Portal and Infinity Train)

- i’m sixteen, so please don’t bring up anything sexual

- please don’t vent this is supposed to be fun

- you have to be 15+ and below 25

- Please tell me your triggers beforehand so we can rp safe!

- As well as your comforts!

- I’m iffy with OCs, so please don’t take it personally

- I play Tulip, she’s a BIG comfort character for me but because of that you can be literally anyone (Infinity Train and Portal characters). Chell, Wheatley, Glados, Jesse, Lake, Grace, Simon, Ryan, Min, etc, the whole buffet of characters is yours as long as I write for Tulip.

- I prefer discord! (MxMongoose#4163)

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Reference so you know my writing style (not indicative of rp)

The snowflakes fell on Tulip’s warm skin, bolting her awake from what felt like a deep sleep. The sort of sleep where you don’t feel well rested in any sort of way but as if you blacked out suddenly. All she remembered was a train screaming to a halt in the middle of the woods, a light from the entrance beckoning her over and then felt something grab her through the doorway. But that was it really. It felt distant, like a bad dream.

She sat herself up, swaying her head from left to right in a baffled state.

“Did I just hallucinate a train station?” Tulip blurted out, scratching the back of her neck.

“Well that’s… boring,” She said it as more of a confused conclusion rather then a statement. She can’t dwell on it for to long after all, she has to keep moving.

She got to her feet and brushed the lightly piled snow off her clothes, a scowl laced on her face.

“‘Oh Tulip we missed you at game design camp’. Oh i’m sorry, I decided to fall asleep in the middle of a field and dream of OUTDATED MODES OF TRANSPORTATION!” She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, kicking up the snow like it was dirt and trudging along with a grunt.

She subconsciously ignored the distinct scent of wood and animals missing from her surroundings. As well as the abundance of trees being absent for that matter even though she was just in the woods a second ago.

On her path, there were four snowmen. Snowmen who Tulip suddenly deemed as her worst enemies apparently.

She flipped one’s cowboy hat off to the side, the other’s she slapped the round framed purple lensed glasses off completely, and the other had a full space helmet on in which Tulip had to take in for a minute. Who would put that much effort into a snowman? Considering the helmet didn’t look like a toy. A replica maybe?

“What the…” Tulip mumbled, proceeding to tap the helmet belonging to the dopily citrus eyed snowman.

“Hello there!” An english voice chirped.

Tulip nearly broke her neck when she swung it near where the noise was coming from, her soul made itself known through her throat by bellowing a scream.

"Don't be alarmed! Calm down, calm down!" The ball exclaimed anxiously. "I'm not going to hurt you, little child!"

What she saw was a robot... ball ...thing??? The ball was made out of a smooth metal with darker patches welded onto them from presumable damage; it had two symentric handles on its vetrical sides, and the most noticable aspect of it was its lens. Its lens was pillowed between layers of metal encasing, shining a bright aquamarine blue and staring at Tulip as if it were its eye. Wide and shaken.

"Wha- I'm not a little child?!" Tulip snapped, cringing.

"Oh yeah, I guess you are bigger then me! Kids are getting taller by the day I swear, granted I haven't seen one before but from what I know they are typically pretty small,"

Suddenly on impulse, she went to hold the ball but as soon as Tulip lifted it off the snowman perch the robot gave yet another yelp of a scream before quickly simmering down as it processed.

"AHHHHhhhhh..?... Huh... Oh god, whoever put me on this snow clump said if I ever disengaged from it I would die! I don't even know why they even said that to be honest with you,”

"Uh," was all Tulip could say from that response, staring at the ball as if it grew a second head.

"Oh right, the question! I am not a toy, a nasty generalization of small robots really, so do better on that one, mate,"

"Well, what are you then?" Tulip asked,

"Well uh... I know i'm some metal ball thing, but that's about it. Don't really have any recollation about anything from before this, so your guess is as good as mine! Just don't guess that i'm a toy, because-"

"Ugh, I don't have time for this," Tulip groaned before tossing the robot aside and moving along.

"Wait, where are you going?! Don't leave me here!" It called, panic apparent.

"Well if you wanna come so bad, why don't you follow me?" Tulip snapped, cocking her head back.

"I can't move, not really the rolling type of ball apparently. Hm... Hey, what about you hold me?" It offered.

#infinity train #portal #portal 2 #infinity train rp #portal 2 rp #portal rp #discord rp #rp call

[vincentferard]

Right Where You Belong

This came out a lot later than I intended but here it is regardless. I do apologize in advance for the lack of editing "^^

It was after their senior year, after their most excellent adventure, when Ted ran away from home. He had packed a small bag with 'food' (it was really only snacks), water, and a pillow to sleep on then left through his window once his dad was asleep. It wasn't as planned out as he would've liked nor, admittedly, as rational either. He wasn't even quite sure where to go. He had thought about going to Bill's but that was the first place his dad would look. He couldn't go to the princesses' place either because that would be the next place his dad would look.

So in the end he ended up walking to the desert. It was a long walk and took all night and by the time he had gotten there Ted wasn't completely sure he had brought enough water. He was sure, however, that he was most exhausted, his legs feeling ready to give out from underneath him. The sun was beginning to peak just over the horizon, only driving home the fact that he had been up all night. For a moment he debated laying down right there, against one of the boulders. But of course he didn’t. Instead he looked for a shady, mostly flat place which he found within a half hour.

In the face of one of the red cliffs there was a small cave (much more like a hole), just big enough to lay down in. It was filled with lizards and a few spiders which he had to brush out but it would work. Setting down his bag, he gently tossed his pillow onto the ground before sitting down. For a few moments he hesitated, not exactly sure he wanted to lay down. The desert was full of creatures like scorpions, coyotes, and buzzards all which were most definitely a threat. Finally he moved his pillow, leaning against the wall facing the opening instead. It was heinously uncomfortable and hurt his back but he was tired. Closing his eyes he tossed and turned for a little while before sleep finally took over.

When he woke up again the sun was setting, a pink haze sitting against the horizon. San Dimas was just barely visible as a silhouette on the horizon and Ted momentarily wondered if he had gone deep enough into the desert. A coyote howl in the distance cut off his thoughts as anxiety quickly took its place. This definitely wasn't the best plan but what could he have done? He wasn't going to get Bill or the princesses in trouble. But did he really want to put his safety at stake? He couldn't go back, not after just one day. He'd have to sit it out, at least a little longer.

By the time the next morning rolled around he was more than ready to head back into town. Staying up all night to keep an eye on his surroundings with anxiety running through him was not ideal. But now it was beginning to get hot and he was exhausted from the previous night's adrenaline. The smartest thing to do would be to leave as soon as the sun began to set. Letting out a sigh he moved his pillow back into the corner before leaning back and closing his eyes.

It took hours for him to fall asleep and when he did the rest was spotty at best. When he woke up again he was still tired but grabbed his bag and pillow and set off anyway. The sun had just dipped below the horizon as he made his way back towards San Dimas but already the temperature had begun to drop. As he trudged along the side of the highway anxiety started to swirl in his brain again. When he got into town there was no way he was going to go back home…but even still, he didn't want to cause trouble for Bill or the Princesses. The whole way back to town he worried over it, just letting his feet carry him.

He stopped as he came to an all too familiar street corner. Across the street from him  sat Bill's house, completely dark. No lights were on and the sun had yet to peek up over the horizon. He let out a sigh, adjusting his bag on his back. He hadn't meant to walk here but apparently his subconscious had other plans. He stood for a moment looking at the house before making his way around to the other side. Bill's bedroom was on the second floor so getting up there…well, it'd be difficult at best. With much trouble he managed to (mostly quietly) bring himself up to the ledge outside Bill's window before knocking on the glass. He was lucky enough, the ledge was more like a really small balcony than an actual ledge so he didn't need to worry about hanging off the side.

A few minutes passed and there wasn't an answer. He knocked again on the window before waiting, only early morning silence answering him back. With a sigh he adjusted his bag on his shoulder, about to climb back down, when the window slid open. Bill stood in the window, his brows furrowed in sleep riddled concern and confusion, before it seemed to actually click in his brain.

“Ted?”

For a moment Ted thought Bill looked like he was about to cry, the way his blue eyes glazed over and the sudden sadness in his expression, however before he could question it he was being helped through the window and pulled into what felt like a bone-crushing hug.

“I was so worried about you, dude.” Bill’s voice was quiet, maybe even a little hoarse. “Your dad came by two days ago. He said you ran away and he knew you were here.”

Ted could feel the guilt ball up in his stomach, his frown only growing. “Dude I-”

“We let him check the house,” The blonde continued on, cutting his friend off. “But obviously you weren’t here. And he said you were still missing yesterday.”

Ted did his best to hug his friend back though it was a little difficult with how hard he was being hugged. “I’m sorry Bill. I didn’t-” He knew his dad would check with Bill’s family but he hadn’t thought that he would search their house. Though he hadn’t really thought about how Bill would react to the news either. “I didn’t think he would search your house. I thought he’d just ask and- I’m sorry.”

Finally Bill pulled away, his eyes scanning over his friend. “Where were you dude?”

“I…” Ted gave a small heave of his shoulders, hesitantly sitting down on Bill’s bed. “I was in the desert.”

The blonde’s eyes grew wide as he sat down next to him, an eyebrow raised. “The desert? For two days?”

The dark haired boy only nodded in response, fiddling with the straps on his bag.

Bill didn’t respond for a few minutes, seeming to be lost in thought. Finally he looked up again, forcing a small smile. “You want a drink?” Ted’s brows furrowed and he was about to question it however the blonde continued. “You’ve been in the desert for the last two days, dude. And you just walked here from the desert.”

The boy started to nod his head before stopping, shaking his head instead. “No thanks, Bill. I don’t- I don’t want you getting in trouble if you accidentally wake someone up.”

Bill’s small smile grew and he shook his head, standing up. “It’s fine, if I wake someone up I’ll just say it’s for me.” Picking up a glass from the bedside table he seemed to examine it for a moment before nodding his head. “I’ll be right back, wait here.”

Ted watched as his friend walked out, gently closing the door behind him. It really wasn’t like he could do anything but wait there, anxiously fiddling with his bag. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the door opened again as Bill walked in. Handing the glass to Ted, he gently closed the door again before sitting down on the bed. Ted finished the glass of water in minutes, carefully setting it back down on the bedside table. There was silence for a few minutes, not exactly awkward but heavy, before Bill spoke up again.

“Ted, dude, why did you run away?” His voice had gotten quiet again, his gaze fixed on the floor.

“I-”

“I mean, I know your dad’s a dick dude.” He continued on, cutting off his friend once again. “But why’d you run away?”

Ted smiled lightly at his friend, chuckling. It wasn’t a humorous chuckle, instead it was quiet and low and sad in sound. “I don’t know dude. Dad’s…he’s always saying how I’m hopeless and imcompitent and how I’ll never amount to anything. How I’m stupid and...and a disapointment. I guess-” He let out a sigh, biting back the tears that had started to sting his eyes. “I just thought, if he hates me being there so much then what's the point of staying?”

Bill looked up at Ted, his face falling. “Ted, you know you’re not any of those things, right?” He paused momentarily before continuing. “You’re not stupid or imcompetent. You know that, right dude?”

Ted only looked up momentarily before staring back down at his bag in his lap, giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess so."

Bill went to respond but stopped, listening carefully. He could just barely make out shuffling sounds coming from downstairs, the smell of something cooking wafting upstairs.

"Ted," Bill glanced momentarily at the door before turning back to his friend. "I think we should tell my dad."

The dark haired boy's head snapped up, his eyes widening. "No, if we tell him then-"

"He won't tell your dad, dude." Bill smiled lightly, reassuringly. "You know my dad, he wouldn't tell him if you didn't want him to." Ted seemed to pause, almost as if considering it, so he continued. "I'm sure dad and Missy- mom- I'm sure dad and mom wouldn't mind you staying here in the guest room." Bill's smile grew. "We could even go get your things from your dad's."

"Like-" Ted's expression softened, confusion taking its place. "Moving in?"

"Yeah, dude." The blonde's expression shifted into a wide grin. "It'd be like a really long sleepover."

Despite himself, a small grin tugged at the corner of Ted's mouth. "Aren't we too old for sleepovers?"

"Ted, you're never too old for sleepovers." Bill chuckled, his smile softening. "I'll go down stairs and tell them once they're both up." Standing up he made his way to the door, looking back at the dark haired boy. "You should get some sleep though. You can stay in my room for now and we'll set up the guest room later."

Ted went to argue but stopped as Bill raised an eyebrow, letting out a defeated chuckle. "Okay dude."

Stepping out the door he gently closed it behind him, leaving Ted alone in the room. For a few minutes he just sat there on the bed, awkwardly fiddling with his bag. He had stayed in Bill's room plenty of times but now, when it was just him with everyone else awake, a small pool of guilt had begun to start in his stomach. Finally, after a little while longer, he gently tossed his bag onto the ground by the nightstand before laying down. Bill's bed had never been that comfortable but at that moment, after sleeping on the desert floor for two days, it practically felt like a cloud. Heavy exhaustion pulled at Ted's eyelids and it was taking all his strength not to fall asleep then and there.

Letting out a yawn, he started thinking about what he would've done if Bill and him weren't the best friends they were. Where would he have gone? He was lucky to have Bill in his life, he knew that (and maybe Bill thought the same). He also knew that he was lucky to have the princesses in his and Bill's life and reminded himself that, when he woke up of course, he'd have to call them. If his dad went by Bill's he most definitely went by their house (which meant they were probably worrying as much as Bill had). But that was for when he woke up.

At that moment he, admittedly, couldn't agree with Bill more about getting sleep. Letting out another yawn, more thoughts filled his head as he drifted off to sleep. He hadn't felt this welcome in, well, a while. He hadn't really thought about moving in with Bill's family when he ran away but maybe it was what was meant to happen. Maybe it really was right where he belonged.

#bill and ted #one shot #ted logan #bill preston #ted x bill #fluff #angst #definitely angst #can be read as platonic or romantic honestly ^^ #also #super sorry about the wait #bill s preston esquire #ted theodore logan #my writing

[honeystwiggypeach]

Picnics Turn Into Dates!

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: When you called Eddie over telling him to hurry he thought something else was happening, what that was exactly he doesn’t know but the last thing he expects to be shoved in his face when he walks into your house is a cute white picnic basket with a baby pink fabric liner.

Content warnings: food, preparing food?, brief eating, pet-names(angel), feminine reader(no pronouns used but its probably considered fem reader!), other wise fluff!

When you called Eddie over telling him to hurry he thought something else was happening, what that was exactly he doesn’t know but the last thing he expects to be shoved in his face when he walks into your house is a cute white picnic basket with a baby pink fabric liner.

“Isn’t it cute, Eddie?” You ask smiling at him and he can’t bring himself to even tell you not to worry him with the way you had called not when you’re so excited to show him the basket.

“Mhm very cute angel.” He hums as you drag him into your bedroom where the box it had came in sits on your bed.

“I ordered it from this magazine my parents gave me!” You tell him excitedly, “I want to make something to put in it but I’m not sure what yet.” You mumble moving around your room to find a dessert magazine while Eddie shifts the boxes on your bed before sitting down while you pull over your vanity’s chair.

“Oh we could make this, Eddie!” You point to a desert and if Eddie didn’t already have a crush on you he’s sure he’d develop one just from the way you subconsciously include him in your plans, always asking friends if you could bring a plus one to things like the mall but getting offended for Eddie when they’d ask if you’d brought him just to carry your bags or something before telling them off and going to have your own day just with him.

“We could definitely” he tells you as you begin listing out ingredients that you have to make the dessert.

“We can go on a picnic tomorrow Eddie!” You tell him excitedly, “and we could make all the food today! Wait” you pause, “you don’t have Hellfire or anything tomorrow right?” He shakes his head no and you smile having known you memorized his schedule correctly(not in a creepy way just like falling into a schedule with him!)

So the rest of that day was spent preparing food for the next day which by that I mean you and Eddie decorating little sandwiches with cute food picks and frosting mini cakes!

Once the two of you are done you pack it all away into the fridge that way you can simply put it straight into the basket and go whenever the two of you are ready!

“Eddie!” You call from the kitchen and he makes his way around towards the kitchen.

“Yes angel?” He asks and you practically melt just like always as you feel your heart rate increase.

“Do you wanna watch that movie I was telling you about?” He nods and you dry your hands finishing the last of the dishes the two of you had dirtied before going to put a movie on and curl up against Eddie on the couch only to fall asleep before the movies even over.

You wake up alone in your bed, typical. No matter the amount of convincing you put in Eddie refused to sleepover. One time it had gotten so late that you’d been half awake as Eddie helped you up to your room that you hardly remembered going into your room in the first place because you were so tired but when you grabbed Eddie’s hand he simply shook it off telling you he needed to head home. Eddie can’t fathom the idea of embarrassing himself in his sleep, what if one of his curls gets in his mouth and you see it, or what if he just so happens to start snoring, or drooling on your pretty satin pillows? He can’t bear the idea of the ways he could embarrass himself if he allowed himself to sleep over even if it was in another room! To be honest Eddie isn’t sure he could even close his eyes in the same room as you, he would always become so conscious around you and he isn’t sure when it started, you catch him off guard with everything you do the way you ask him to tie your apron for you before giving him a kiss on the cheek and than getting embarrassed because of it!

So when Eddie arrives the next morning your already turning to lock your front door before running off to his van basket in hand with your pretty outfit on.

“You look pretty” Eddie comments as he drives off.

“Thank you” he sees out of the corner of his eye the way you get all fidgety and nervous because of his compliment but he’s convinced it may just be because you hate his compliments when it’s quite the opposite. You absolutely adore Eddie’s compliments and any and all of the nicknames he gives you. Anything and everything he does makes you flustered.

You give him the directions to the little park that you want to have the picnic at and watch as he parks his van grabbing the drinks he told you not to worry about putting in your basket after you had mentioned that the condensation may make a mark on the cloth inside of the basket.

Eddie watched as you ran over to the small pond that had a few ducks in the middle of it as he grabbed the blanket from the back of his van.

The two of you sat on the blanket for a while after eating lunch and after some time you turned towards Eddie smiling sweetly at him and he tilted his head a silent way to ask what you were thinking.

“Eddie has anyone told you how pretty you are?” At that Eddie feels his face heat up, you think he’s pretty?

You smile at the way he tries to look away as you bring one of your hands to his face as you begin telling him all the things that make him pretty in your eyes and it takes all Eddie has to keep himself from kissing you a thousand times.

“And that’s why I like you.” You shirt and Eddie silently curses himself for only halfway listening to your praises.

“Wait what?” He asks quickly turning his whole body to face you.

“I said” you clear your throat making sure he can hear you, “I think you’d make a good boyfriend, that’s why I like you!” You aren’t to sure where this confidence boost came from maybe it’s because he complimented you earlier and it’s got you thinking maybe he’ll reciprocate your feelings but you know that you would usually never be this transparent with your feelings that you’ve attempted to bury for Eddie.

“Angel, you like me?” He asks trying to contain his excitement but the moment he sees you nod a bit embarrassed at your sudden boldness he’s practically rolling around in happiness.

“Oh my god this is great.” He tells you as he gently holds you by the shoulders taking care to not allow his rings to dig into your skin, “this counts as our first date right?” He asks and all you can do is nod along with him.

“I’m so happy I could kiss you” he whispers and suddenly your confidence is right back as you quickly peck his lips and Eddie can’t stop himself from peppering kisses all over your face as you giggle at the feeling of his curls brushing against your face.

#reader insert #x reader #stranger things #stranger things eddie #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson st4