#‘have you ever dated (fill in blank). sweetheart.’

[choerypetal]

A promise / Billy Hargrove

summary: From the moment Billy arrived at Hawkins, he couldn't help but be drawn to you. What started as a simple interest soon spiraled into a full-blown fixation. Eventually, he worked up the courage to ask you out on a date, but with all the rumors and suspicions swirling around him, the question remains: is it really worth the risk?

ps: english isn't my first language so i apologize for any smol errors. also this a billy x reader!fem enjoy!

Billy’s gaze lingered as you strode out of the parking lot, books pressed tightly against your chest. The rhythmic click of your heels echoed against the concrete, mingling with the crisp whispers of an autumn breeze. Strands of your hair danced with the wind, and your lips, painted in a precise cherry-red hue, seemed to command attention. In that moment, Billy truly saw you—for him, you were no longer just a passing figure but a captivating new distraction.

In fact, there were times when, as soon as the bell rang, Billy would slip out early just for a fleeting glimpse of you in the crowd. The way your figure seemed to stand out among the other students, the effortless charm of your smile as you bid your friends goodbye—it all set his stomach into an uneasy churn. He knew it was only a matter of time before Max noticed her brother’s sudden change in behavior. Yet, deep down, a part of him didn’t care. Maybe he even wanted to be caught.

Every graduate received an invitation to a party, and Tina had taken it upon herself to throw a Halloween Bash. It surprised you, at first, that everyone—including the new kid—was invited. Then again, it didn’t. He was, after all, the talk of the town. It wasn’t long before you finally caught his name: Billy. Billy Hargrove.

You arrived at Tina’s house that evening, a few hours before the party officially began. She had insisted on helping you get ready, carefully setting your hair in rollers before cooling the curls. Offering her lipstick with a grin, she declared it the perfect shade to complement your look. As the finishing touch, she dusted a bit of powdered blush across your cheeks. When the rollers were removed, the volume from the mousse delivered its promise, your curls falling in perfect waves.

Tina gasped dramatically, her eyes lighting up. “You are definitely the bombshell of the night, Y/N.” Pulling you into a tight embrace, she let out a playful chuckle before pressing a kiss to your cheek, leaving behind an unmistakable smudge of her lipstick.

“Tina!” you protested, your lips forming a pout as you tried to assess the damage. “My makeup! Now I’ll have to rush to the bathroom to fix it.”

Tina rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Oh, admit it—you wish it was Billy. Don’t lie, sweetheart.” Your brows knit together in confusion at her teasing remark. “What are you talking about? Please, Tina,” you retorted, crossing your arms. “He doesn’t exactly hide it, you know. I’ve noticed him watching me after class. His sister filled in the blanks for me.”

Tina let out a knowing chuckle, her fingers reaching out to playfully pinch your lipstick-tinted cheek. “Well, then,” she said, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “I hope you’re ready for tonight’s party—because he sure will be.”

“More than ever.” 

The party unfolded just as expected. Students from all different classes filtered in, the buzz of laughter and music filling the air. You exchanged greetings with a few familiar faces, including Nancy and Steve, who seemed genuinely delighted to see you. But amidst the crowd, your attention kept drifting to one person in particular—Billy.

Billy had chosen a costume that was simple yet unmistakably bold, one that made him stand out effortlessly—a deliberate move, knowing you would be there. He basked in the attention, especially during his last show-off, drawing gazes from classmates and, more importantly, from you. Just as the crowd crowned him the new king of the party, your eyes met his, moments before Steve’s glare joined the mix.

“There’s a new king, Harrington!” someone shouted, the taunt hanging in the air. Steve’s protective stance shifted subtly, his arm brushing closer to yours, a motion that did not go unnoticed by Billy. His jaw tightened, his blood simmering at the sight. You could feel Billy’s intense gaze boring into you, his bottom lip catching between his teeth as he closed the distance, his shadow falling over you like a storm cloud.

“Chill, Hargrove,” Steve said, his tone edged with concern as he caught the subtle gulp you tried to hide. Your fingers toyed nervously with the ends of your hair, your cheeks burning beneath the dramatic blush Tina had so generously applied. You prayed it masked the heat of your reaction. Billy smirked, his voice low and biting as his eyes flicked to Steve. “Don’t worry, Harrington,” he drawled. “I won’t touch the pretty bird. Right?” His words dripped with challenge as his attention snapped back to you, daring a response you weren’t ready to give.

The pretty bird—a nickname he’d just bestowed upon you, dripping with both charm and dominance. “Right,” you murmured, echoing his words in the same low, uncertain tone. You could’ve sworn you saw the corners of his lips twitch into a smug smirk, as if he’d won some unspoken game.

A single, satisfied nod was all he gave before turning and venturing off into the party, leaving a trail of intrigue in his wake. From that night forward, you weren’t just another face in the crowd. To Billy Hargrove, you were his pretty prey.

A few weeks had passed since the party when Billy finally had the courage to speak to you. By then, the two of you had developed an unexpectedly close friendship, something that continued to baffle both Steve and Nancy. Despite his unrelenting attitude toward them—and even Max—there was something different about the way he acted around you. His sharp edges seemed to soften; his piercing gaze grew warmer, and his voice carried a calmness that seemed out of character.

The Billy everyone else knew was almost unrecognizable when he was with you. It was as if you’d uncovered a side of him that no one else had seen. But then came the night of the date, a night that would change everything.

Max was out of the house, giving Billy some rare peace. Music blasted from his room as he paced, running through a mental checklist to make sure everything was perfect. All he could think about was you—how you’d said yes without a moment’s hesitation, your smile igniting a spark he hadn’t felt in years. The rush of excitement coursed through him as he glanced at the clock. Then came the knock at his bedroom door, sharp and abrupt. “Billy!” The voice on the other side wasn’t Max’s. It carried a weight that sent a chill down his spine, breaking through the haze of his thoughts.

“Yeah I am a little bit busy here Susan!” 

“Open the door!” his father urged. “Right now!”

A sigh escaped from Billy’s lips as he took a final puff from his cigarette, his eyes briefly flicking to the clock. There was hesitation in the air before he finally opened the door. Standing before him were his father and Susan, their faces etched with obvious concern. He could feel the tension in his chest, the weight of the moment pressing down. He couldn’t afford to be late—not tonight.

“What’s wrong?” Billy asked, his voice strained as he tried his best to hide the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. This last-minute checkup was the last thing he needed right now, especially with you waiting.

“What don’t you tell us?” his father shot back, matching Billy's tone.

Billy’s jaw clenched, his patience thinning. “Because I don’t know,” he snapped, his hands instinctively balling into fists at his sides. He couldn’t keep his frustration hidden, not with this constant interference. But in the back of his mind, all he could focus on was the ticking clock and the promise of the night ahead.

“We can’t find Maxine,” Susan said, her voice tinged with growing worry. The poor woman only wanted answers about her daughter. “And her window’s open,” Billy’s father added, his tone sharp.

“Where is she?” Billy’s father demanded, his impatience creeping through.

Billy glanced to the side, his mind racing for an answer. He hadn’t seen Maxine since school let out. He assumed she was in her room. "I don’t know," he muttered, uncertainty in his voice.

“You don’t know?” His father scoffed, disbelief lacing his words. “How could you not know where your sister is?”

“Look, I’m sure she went to… I don’t know, the arcade or something?” Billy muttered, trying to brush off the situation as he walked over to grab his coat. His mind, however, was elsewhere—on you. He couldn’t shake the thought of you waiting for him, and the frustration of being dragged into this mess was beginning to boil over. Why was it always him who had to be the one punished for things he didn’t even know about?

“You were supposed to watch her,” his father’s voice cut through the air, stern and accusing, as he watched Billy put on his coat.

Billy paused, exhaling sharply. “I know, Dad, I was. It’s just... you guys were three hours late, and... well, I have a date tonight,” he muttered, his voice tight with irritation. He turned to face his father, the frustration finally boiling over. “I’m sorry, okay?”

The look on his father’s face remained cold, his silence only intensifying the tension in the room. He stood there, inconvenienced, before finally speaking. “I’ve been looking after her all week. If she wants to run off, that’s her problem. She’s not my sister—!”

Billy’s words were cut off as his back hit the wall, his father’s fist striking his cheek with a force that left him stunned. “What did we talk about?” his father growled, his grip tightening on Billy’s collar, pulling him forward. “Respect. And responsibility.”

Billy’s pulse raced, his face burning from the impact and the anger building in his chest. His father’s voice was low but unforgiving. “That’s right. Now apologize to Susan.”

Billy fought the urge to cry, the sting of the slap still fresh against his skin, but the sound of his father's footsteps fading away gave him some space to breathe. He knew, deep down, no matter what happened, his mind was already set. Your house was the next place he would go. He drove faster than he meant to, forgetting just how close your place was. Hours had passed since his original plans, and while he was certain you’d probably given up on the date, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to see you.

Inside your room, you sighed as you began removing your makeup. Steve’s words echoed in your mind—Billy was nothing but trouble. You were starting to see the truth in his warning.

But then, a soft rustle from the window made you turn. You froze, eyes wide, as the window creaked open. A quiet groan reached your ears, followed by the unmistakable figure of Billy struggling to climb through, despite the risk of being caught by your parents.

“Billy!” You whispered urgently, your heart pounding in your chest. Panic and disbelief filled your voice. You rushed over to help him down, your hands instinctively reaching for him. When he finally landed on his feet, you couldn’t help but notice the bloodshot look in his eyes—a raw, exhausted intensity that seemed so out of place. It was clear he’d lost control somewhere along the way, a little too much for him to handle.

"Are you okay?" You whispered, the concern slipping through despite everything you had begun to doubt about him.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” Your fingers gently cupped his face, your touch tender as you tried to get a better look at him. Billy had always dreamed of this moment—the way your hand felt on his cheek, the softness in your eyes. He closed his eyes slowly, leaning into your touch as if it was the only thing grounding him in that moment.

“Did something happen? For our date to…” You paused, hesitant to place the blame entirely on him. “...be canceled? I wanted to call to make sure you were on your way… but I was suspicious you were ditching me for someone else.”

Ditching? Billy’s eyes snapped open, his expression caught between surprise and offense. “Never, sweetheart,” he said quickly, his voice rougher than usual, hoarse from something deeper. “It’s just…” He trailed off, his words strained, tired. Then you noticed something else—on the edge of his jaw, a bruise barely hidden by the shadow of his stubble.

“Did… did you get hurt?” Your concern washed over him, a mix of worry and care that made him feel worse, like a knot tightening in his chest. The thought of letting you down, of your date being postponed, only made it more difficult to face you.

Billy shook his head, his eyes briefly avoiding yours, a flicker of shame flashing across his features. “No… just my dad,” he muttered, trying to brush it off. It wasn’t annoyance that made him look away, but something far deeper—guilt. A part of him wanted to tell you, but the words stuck in his throat, heavy with the weight of his own turmoil.

A thought crept into your mind, an unsettling one you couldn’t shake. “Did your…?” The question hung in the air, but Billy’s silence was all the answer you needed. The weight of it made something inside you stir, a wave of emotion that urged you to pull him close, to hold him and let him release whatever he’d been bottling up. You wanted to be the one to let him break down, to let him know he didn’t have to keep it all in anymore.

Billy hesitated, his body tense with the internal battle, but the sigh he let out spoke volumes—words he couldn’t say, but emotions that bled through his every movement. As your arms wrapped around his waist, your head resting against his chest, Billy froze. His breath hitched for a moment, and your heart ached at the vulnerability he was showing.

He shifted, unsure at first, but then his arms pulled you tighter into his embrace, the weight of his grief sinking into you. His body rocked you gently, a rhythm of unspoken sorrow, until the quiet sobs began to break through. Billy Hargrove, the walls he built so high, was finally letting go. And for the first time, he felt safe enough to cry.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he murmured through his tears, his voice barely audible but full of raw sincerity. “Promise me tomorrow… we’ll have a date together.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you lifted your head to meet his gaze, your fingers reaching up to wipe away a tear that slipped down his cheek. “I love you too, Billy Hargrove,” you whispered, your voice soft but certain. “I promise.”

[sleepy-wyvern]

Can I request some smut with Eddie, where he’s not quite a virgin but he’s very inexperienced and him and reader have been together a good chunk of time. They are finally getting down to business and Eddie is so unsure of himself, but he’s hitting the most wonderful spots, but he keeps slowing and questioning reader if he’s good and if she’s okay and she’s just like “shut up, don’t stop, fuck me” not in a mean way just that she needs Eddie sooooo bad

Thanks so much for the request darling! What a fun idea <3 and tbh this prompt is definitely a head canon, he would completely act that way! I've literally been writing fan fics for hourrrrs and I proofread it but I hope it sounds legible lol. Hope you enjoy thanks so much for sending a request! <3

Dinner and a Movie | Eddie Munson x female!Reader Smut <3

Synopsis: Tag along on a drive in movie (horror!) date while you’re a bundle of nerves about planning yours and Eddie’s first time.

SMUT! 18+ Only, please DNI if you are a minor!

Tags: inexperienced sex, couch sex, vanilla, fingering, p in v, condom, pet names: darling, sweetheart

Words: ~4.8k, AO3 link here

Tonight’s the night you were finally going to have sex with the one and only Eddie Munson. 

Your stomach was an empty pit of nerves and butterflies fluttering against your rib cage. It seemed a good idea at the time, to mutually decide to take your relationship slow and steady. You hadn’t wanted a relationship centred around just sex, yet today that’s all you could think about. 

You and Eddie have been dating a while now and it wasn’t hard to tell he was the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. He hates to see you sad, whenever you were even a little discontent he worked so hard to make you happy. Stupid, goofy jokes and gags even in public just to make you laugh. Snacks and your favourite food and movies whenever you were too depressed to get out of bed. 

Well now you couldn’t sit still, bouncing your leg as you sat on the edge of the bed staring blankly into your closet. 

What the hell do I wear? Is there a designated first-time-having sex-with-my-boyfriend outfit?

Staring at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but be critical of yourself as he’ll see you naked in merely hours. 

Eddie assured you that he would follow your lead in the relationship, taking things as slow or fast as you wanted to. He really was fine with anything either way, you treasured that knowing it wasn’t always the easiest thing to find in a guy. 

Regardless, you hadn’t told him yet but you planned on initiating more than your usual steamy make outs tonight. Your body couldn’t take it anymore, after last night when you kissed in his van your thighs were soaking. The way he tasted lingered on your tongue, planting himself deep inside you. Your dreams were filled with desire for him. You couldn’t wait any longer, calling him as soon as you woke up to plan a date tonight. 

“Hey,” his sleepy voice answered the phone, slightly raspy which made things worse in a beautiful, wonderful way “everything alright?” you could almost feel his large brown eyes looking at you through the phone.

“Yeah, everythings perfect,” you press your lips into a tight line nervously, receding into the soft security of your bed sheets. “I was uh, just wondering if you wanted to do something tonight.”

You heard a slight ruffling noise, presumably from him shifting his position, “of course I would. Did you want to do anything in particular?”

Your mind blanked and you answered honestly, “I have no idea. I just wanted to be with you.”

He chuckled into the phone making you shiver “well, dinner and a movie?”

“Cheesy,” you smile into the phone.

“I mean, both at once,” he continues.

“Oh?”

More ruffling from his end of the line before he replies “The drive in movie theatre, they’re playing a scary movie, your favvvooourrrite” he teases trying to make it sound more appealing. Truth be told, he didn’t need to play it up for you, you loved the idea.

He answers for you “I’ll pick you up at 7, good spots are taken early” the confidence in his voice makes you giddy like your crushes you had as a teenager.

“Sounds like you have that all figured out then,” you twirl your hair around your finger making a small curl.

The entire Saturday you couldn’t sit still. You puzzled for nearly an hour on what to wear, your spotify playlist beaming in your ears.

“Fuck it,” you sigh grabbing ripped jeans, a Metallica t-shirt, and your favourite underwear set, hidden beneath your outfit.

You fussed with your hair, trying to make it look as effortless as possible, yet with a shit ton of effort. You knew Eddie didn’t care- you could show in pyjamas or hell, even naked and he’d be happy. Maybe too happy. 

The time seemed to go both fast and slow until 7 rolled around. You had been waiting all day for this yet your body jumped as the door knocked. You open the door to see him standing there, hair pulled back into a sweet, casual messy bun with wild strands framing his face. In his hands he held some flowers, looking down at them you blush. 

“What’s the occasion?” You ask after thanking him, taking them from him after letting him in. 

He folded his arms, leaning back against the wall watching you look for a vase “Do I need one to give my girlfriend flowers?”

You glance back at him seeing his cocky smile “if you were a normal guy” you reply hauling out an old vase. 

You fill it high with water, placing the flowers in carefully as he speaks “Well I’m everything but normal.”

The purple, pink and white flowers rest lazily in the vase, creating an ornate centrepiece for your kitchen table. 

You walk up to him wrapping your arms around his torso in a tight hug. You could feel his heartbeat as you pressed your chest into his, the thumping rising the longer you stayed there. 

“Thank you,” You murmur, “they’re beautiful. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

You looked up at him and you knew he didn't need reassurance to act himself, but it felt nice for him to hear that you liked him just the way he was and accepted his differences. He kissed the top of your head, running his hand along your upper back. 

“Let’s go, there’s some popcorn calling my name,” you smile against his chest before you pull back to put your shoes on. 

“Don’t forget the mysterious cant-legally-call-it-butter popcorn topping” he laughs at his own joke quietly and you roll your eyes. 

“It must be made with drugs,” you say, fixing your shoes. 

“Wouldn’t be surprised,” he agreed, “are you ready?” He whispered. 

You nod “I think so.”

Music blasted through the radio as he drove you in his esteemed van, windows down and wind cooling your nerves. Although his driving was reckless, you loved riding in the passenger side, sitting back listening to music with him next to you. The epitome of summer, and of near meditation, stripping any stress off of your body. Before you knew it, the van slowed to a stop as he paid for your tickets. 

“Thanks Eddie,” you spoke as soon as you drove away from the ticketer. 

“For what?” He asked and you knew he wouldn’t accept thanks for paying for the ticket. 

You turned your head to watch him concentrate on the road, and to find a parking spot. His brows are furrowed as he squints looking around.

“For everything,” you reply and he looks at you, confused for a moment.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, sweetheart” he leans towards you to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Are you going to tell me what we’re watching?” you ask just now realising you have no idea what movie you’re going to see.

He pulls into a parking spot where you both have a nice view of the screen, white against the setting sky, “Nope. You’ll have to find out the hard way” he grins.

You and Eddie make your way to the concession stand as you were sure he wouldn’t add enough mysterious topping to your popcorn, despite insisting he knows how much you like. While waiting for your turn for the gooey goodness, he practises throwing popcorn up in the air, one piece at a time trying to catch it in his mouth. 

“Eddie,” you scold as he finally catches one, unable to keep a wide goofy grin off of his face while he chews. 

You smack him lightly on the chest while he laughs at you “Eddie,” you repeat “they’re going to kick us out!”

He rolls back on the balls of his feet, careful not to spill the popcorn. Clearly he wasn’t made for standing still. It made things like waiting in line more interesting though, as he found new ways to make you laugh, hopefully without getting you both kicked out on date night. It didn’t take too long to get your turn, and you returned back to his van with your haul in your arms. Darkness spread further in the horizon, only a faint line of sun remained and you knew the movie would start soon.

“Okay so I lied,” he said in between chips “nachos and popcorn isn’t exactly the best meal…” he trailed off. 

“Actually I love it. Everyone’s childhood dream honestly” you smile warmly at him, taking a chip and dipping it in the cheese sauce. 

The screen lit up as the projector flickered to life. Eddie moved his hand quickly to the portable radio, switching the dials until tuned into the correct station, flipping through some music and news broadcasts as he did. 

You watch the screen as crickets chirp and campfire music starts playing through the speaker and you almost whip your head over to smile at him “Friday the 13th!” You cheer. 

“Shhh,” he said with a smirk “no talking at the movies,” 

You throw a piece of popcorn at him before looking back at the screen; Camp Crystal Lake 1958.

Eddie turns to you mimicking the ch ch ch ha ha ha of the music. 

“No talking!” You scold. 

After swallowing some popcorn he answers “hey, that was humming and that’s much better than their singing.”

You laugh, batting at him, “that’s talking!”

“Shhh, you’re going to miss the sex scene,” he teases, making you roll your eyes. 

All it made you think of was what you had planned for later tonight, making you readjust your position suddenly nervous. Well, it won’t go this bad right?

You’re lost in your thoughts as the movie zooms into the girls’ face in a still shot of her screaming, fading into the roll of intro credits as most older movies tended to have early in the movie. 

“Coke?” Eddie offers his drink to you and you raise your eyebrow. 

“Really? You’re offering me coke when I ordered Diet Coke?” You let out a small snort of a laugh. 

He shrugs innocently “it tastes different!”

You laugh “please don’t get me hooked on the hard stuff again.” You wave off his offer, taking a sip of your own drink out of the red and white striped straw. 

As the movie plays and you finish the nachos, you lean against his shoulder snuggling in as you work on the popcorn. Your hands brush together as you laugh at the first girl for ignoring every red flag. You share giggles in the darkness of the van over the comical kills of old movies. You made fun of them, sure, but that was part of the charm with old school slashers. 

Normally with movies you’d be yawning by the end of it, trying to stay awake. But you were nervous, and determined to make tonight as perfect- or at least as good as you possibly could. 

Looking over at him watching the movie intently filled you with a hot desire. His black leather jacket fit the atmosphere entirely and framed his body underneath. The feeling of his firm chest against your head was comforting but you wanted- no, needed- more of him. You wanted to feel his body on top of you, engulfed in everything that is him. Perfect dark brown wavy hair, tired droopy eyes filled with laughter, slim torso and a delicious waist. 

Perhaps he knew you wanted more, you wondered as he raised an arm putting it over your shoulder rendering you even closer to him. 

By the end of the movie, when they zoom the camera into the lake, your heart was pounding in your chest. Eddie had turned the van on to start it, putting the warm air on you hadn’t noticed how cool the air was. 

“Always love that” he smiles tapping his fingers against the van door. 

“Me too. Wanna come back to my place?” It took all of your courage to say it tonight, although every other night it came easily. Tonight was different, everything was different. 

“Yeah, are you okay?” He says noticing something off about you “we can call it a night if you want.”

“No” you said a little too quickly, redness rising to your cheeks “Yeah everything’s okay. Perfect actually,” and it was. Then why were you so nervous?

“Okay” he smiled, squeezing your knee gently.

You move your fingers to the car radio, switching to Bluetooth to play some music through Spotify on your phone. You put on the playlist Eddie had tailored for you, of his favourite music he’d thought you’d like. And it did help, before long you were fumbling with the keys to your apartment. 

Switching on the lights, your small apartment felt somehow different than you left it, even though no nook or cranny had been touched. The soft arrangement of flowers still held strong in their vase, slurping up the water you provided. You lazily lay your purse on the kitchen table next to them, leaving your shoes at the door. Eddie does the same, making himself at home as he always does, with a carefree attitude.

“Thirsty?” you ask, you grab the remote flipping on some sitcom on the tv. 

“Naw,” he shakes his head, taking off his leather jacket revealing a dark long sleeved shirt beneath.

Flopping yourself on the couch you sigh as he sits next to you. He was much more relaxed than you, leaning back into the couch as if it were his own, tapping his fingers against his knee. The tv hums in your ears as you connect your phone to Bluetooth, switching the playlist on through your speakers, quiet enough to not disturb any neighbours. You curl up into him, pressing your thighs against his legs and leaning your head against his chest. 

After a moment of music playing, his foot tapping against the floorboards, the words leave your lips cautiously “I had fun tonight Ed’s…”

“Me too,” he whispered into you, brushing his lips along your hair. “I always have fun when I’m with you” his whisper was louder as his lips touched your ear, making you shudder.

Suddenly you’re looking up at him as the butterflies inside your chest take over, brown eyes staring down, hypnotising you. Your lips meet in a deep kiss for the first time this evening, a sweet relief. 

He pulls back for a moment to say “You know, you don’t have to feel pressured to do anything. I’m happy with the way things are, with whatever you want.” 

You blush realising he knew exactly what you were thinking. 

“I-I know…” you trail off “yeah I’m just really nervous” your eyes meet his “but it’s because I really want this, and I want it to be perfect.”

He smiles at you, and you’re worried you said something wrong “I’ve been so nervous about this since the day we started dating.” He runs his hand through his hair, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this nervous “I don’t exactly have much in terms of experience.” He admits, red rising to his cheeks, a rare sight. 

“Anything with you would be perfect,” you say to him with a smile. 

“Actually, that’s my line here sweetheart” brown eyes glistened with joy. 

“You know,” You admit “I called you this morning because I had this dream and…” you trail off cheeks even redder. 

“A dream?” He smirked down at you, running his thumb along your waist. Clearly, he understood what he needed to do, “tell me about it,” he whispered. 

You recount the dream you had, suddenly feeling flustered but you wanted him to know exactly how badly you wanted him “we-we we’re at the beach,” you start and he hums. 

“Sex on the beach?” He smirks at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “lovely drink too.”

“No, silly. Well yes but… we went swimming” you think back to the dream, the sky was dark and the moon illuminated both of you, dancing off the water. “You dragged me into the water, asshole move by the way,” you glare at him. 

He sighs “dream me getting me in trouble.”

“You say that like you wouldn't do it in reality.”

“Okay fair” he laughs as you smack his shoulder “continue.”

“You dunked me under water, so I pulled you in. Then we started kissing…” his hand trailed up under the fabric of your shirt ever so slightly. “You started grabbing my thighs…”

“Like this?” He asks, bringing his hand to your thigh. 

Strong fingers grasp it, his thumb traces random patterns on your jeans “mmhmm,” you whisper as he slowly moves up. Your legs heat up as you feel yourself starting to wetten. 

“And then, you untied my swimsuit top, throwing it into the ocean so I couldn’t grab it” he twisted his body to face you as you spoke, bringing his free hand to the small of your back. 

“Go me,” he whispered with a smile. 

You laugh before continuing “and you kissed me. Everywhere. I mean, everywhere.”

“You know,” he snuck his hand underneath your shirt, running over the bare skin of your waist. “I could do that for you, if you like.”

You find yourself climbing on top of his lap, straddling his hips. He was taken aback but pleasantly so, eyes staring up at you in wonder. He grabbed both of your love thighs, trailing his hands back to your ass. You lean down kissing him deeply, feeling his tongue against yours tasting his sweetness. He grabs your ass lovingly as you kiss, hard and deep while you release his wild hair from the confines of his messy bun.

You run your fingers through his hair lovingly, kissing him passionately, gasping into each others’ mouths. His hands are up and cupping your breasts through the light fabric of your bra. You imagine riding him then and there, letting out an ever so slight moan. His breath was shaky, first you were a little embarrassed by the noise but clearly it fed something in him. 

He moves his hands to the clasp of your bra, fiddling with it for a few moments before you feel the band slacken. You shimmy the straps off of your shoulders, letting the bra fall out of your t-shirt onto your thighs. You look up at him innocently as he looks at your bra in wonder “go me” he whispered with a playful grin. 

You feel your nipples stiffen against your shirt as you pull it up and over your head, his jaw nearly dropped, “you are so damn gorgeous…” he mumbles, bringing his mouth to your breast. 

Your head falls back as he kisses your nipple, licking his tongue hungrily along your breast. He brushes his tongue quickly against your nipple, back and forth making you let out a moan. He moves to the other one to show it some love, alternating between sucking and licking as his strong hands hold you steady. His wavy hair tickles against your skin, a pleasant sensation. 

You bring your hands down to the rim of his long sleeve shirt, lifting it up. He pulls his head back, taking over to lift his shirt over his head. You put your hand against his chest, tracing your finger over his tattoos “you’re beautiful…”

“Hey, that’s my line again,” he kissed your neck playfully, you let out a laugh as it tickled. 

The feeling of his body pressed into yours was heavenly mixed with his lips against the delicate skin of your neck. He pecked gentle kisses into you, making his way to your mouth. Bringing his hands to your waist he gently guided you to lay down on the couch, your back pressed into the cushion. 

He lowers himself on top of you, holding himself steady against the couch. He seemed nervous as he did, breaths unsteady. You pull his head down to you, locking your lips together. You were addicted to the taste of him, you wanted to stay there forever inhaling him. Smoke and sweet soda intertwined, taking over you. Suddenly though, there were too much clothes keeping you apart.

Your hands instinctively move down his chest, over his stomach and grabbing at his belt buckle. His bulge didn’t even try to hide from you as his cock pressed tightly against his jeans. 

His lips brushed yours, breath catching in his throat as you wiggle your fingers underneath the fabric. You fumble with his belt buckle as he moves to nibble at your neck, breath hot against your ear. You slide the belt out, dropping it to the floor with the sound of metal clinking. 

You move your fingers back, undoing the button of his jeans, unzipping them gracefully. You can hear the gulp heavy in his throat, adams’ apple bobbing. He moves a hand to your jeans to reciprocate, undoing the button much easier than you had. You feel your thighs start moving instinctively as his hands are now dangerously close to your cunt. Your body shivers, feeling weak beneath his touch, wanting to succumb to all of him. 

You shimmy out of your jeans, discarding them along with your socks to the floor rendering you naked below him save for your soaking panties. 

“Wow,” he says, shaking his head, flashing his perfect teeth at you in shock, running his tongue over them thirstily, “you’re absolutely soaked for me darling.”

You manage a nod “I want you, so bad,” you look up at him with begging eyes “all of you, tonight.”

He couldn’t say no, not that he ever would refuse you, “anything you want,” he whispers, standing and removing the last of his fabric keeping him apart from you. 

He pressed his naked body against yours, heat mingling together. You kiss him, love drunk on his taste and scent, wanting to consume it all. 

“Please,” you murmur, your cunt throbbing with every heartbeat. 

He moves a hand to your panties, sliding them down over your goosebump covered thighs until they reach the floor and it’s just you and him. His hot, firm body against your cool, shivering, soft one. Bodies now connected by the chapped lips on his pale marble body.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he brings his hand to your wet cunt. He looks to you for confirmation and you nod eagerly. He had fingered you before but you savoured it every damn time. 

He wasted no time plunging his fingers inside tonight. The sight of your back arching as you moan makes his cock throb, letting out precum for you as you squirm under his grip. His fingers rub against the walls of your cunt methodologically, his rings adding a new form of pleasure to the experience. He takes his sweet time preparing you for him, making sure you're soaked and stretched. 

“Eds,” You say, bringing your hand down to catch his wrist, shivering at the sigh of his fingers inside you “I’m ready.”

“A-are you sure…?” His voice is low. 

You nod eagerly “yes, yes please.”

He reaches down into his jean pockets, long forgotten, pulling out his wallet. He reaches into the old worn leather grabbing a small packet, which you eagerly grab from him.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to” he reminds you, dropping his wallet to the floor but you’ve already got the condom opened. 

“I want to” You look him deep into his eyes, bringing your gentle fingers to touch his shaft. 

He groans and throbs against your touch as you roll the condom down over his cock, fitting perfectly. He takes over, lining up his tip with your cunt. He looks at your face, studying your expression and you nod. 

Slowly, he slides in until about halfway when you let out a groan of wonderful, tight pressure, your walls clenching against him. He squeezes your shoulder comfortingly with one hand.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, letting yourself relax against the couch. 

“Okay, okay” you breathe deep “you can keep going.”

He slowly starts pushing himself into you again, your toes curl as all of him is finally inside. You both let out a gasp of air, smiling at each other. 

“Finally,” you whisper, not intending that to be out loud. 

You longed for this since the day you met him, feeling him deep inside you right where he belongs, fitting perfectly inside.  

He pushes your hair back away from your face, “you look so beautiful with my cock in you, sweetheart” he wears a proud grin looking down at your naked body. 

“Keep going” you urge him along. 

He pulls out, not entirely but enough for him to thrust back inside, smoother this time. He sits there for a moment, checking in again. 

“Is that okay?” He asks. 

“Uh-huh,” You nod more confidently this time. 

He repeats the process, thrusting in a little faster this time and he’s rewarded with a sweet, high pitched moan. He continues at a steady pace for more thrusts, getting used to the feeling of sliding in and out of you. 

He reaches down to a couch pillow discarded to the floor, picking it up. He pulls out for just a moment, lifting your ass into the air, he shoves the small pillow underneath you. 

He brings his cock to your entrance for the second time, sliding it in much more easily this time. Thrusting in the second time he brushes against the wonderful spot deep inside you, making you grasp the couch and moan louder this time. 

He smiles knowing he found your spot, pulling out and thrusting back over it again “how’s that darling?” 

“‘S good, so good” your toes curl against the couch. 

He continues ramming his cock against that wonderful spot, and just as you feel your pleasure climb he slows a little. 

“How are you doing?” Eddie asks, a little nervous. 

“Please Eds” you whimper “shut up and fuck me, and don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He chuckles at your reaction and obliges, having his confidence return “whatever pleases my lady.”

You grasp at his back for dear life then as he no longer holds back. Your body is pressed hard into the couch as he rams into you over and over, “yes Eddie! Right there right there baby,” you encourage, chasing that sweet ecstasy. 

He grunts in response, sweating as his cock pushes you along the trail of pleasure, higher and higher.

“Yes Eddie, yes, I need you so bad” Your voice is almost a shout. 

Your hands grasp desperately at his firm back, muscles tensing as he fucks you. He pushes you over the edge of orgasm as you let out a breathless moan, mouth draped open as your eyes practically roll back. 

Seeing you writhing in pleasure below him was too much, he releases his orgasm inside of the condom with a deep, husky moan that makes your spine shiver. 

He lays on top of you, still inside, breathing heavy as his sweat drips onto you. You bring your numb hands up to his head, running your fingers through his sweaty hair, brushing it back and out of his face. 

“Wow” you whisper after a moment, enjoying the comforting pressure of his weight against you. 

“Wow,” he confirms with a quick nod and you can feel his heart pumping in his chest. 

You lay there for maybe minutes that only feel like seconds before he pulls himself out of you. You realise how cold the air is as his body leaves yours, standing up and tossing the used condom in the trash. 

“Come here” you reach your hands out beckoning him to come forward.

He obliged almost curiously, as you pulled him by the waist closer to you. Mouth watering, you take his soaking cock into the embrace of your tongue, licking up every last drop of his orgasm. With any other guy before Eddie you honestly hated it, the taste and the feel. But with Eddie, you felt like you couldn’t live without it as your tongue begged for him.

“Okay, okay,” He pulled out when the sensations became too much, lifting himself behind you to snuggle into your back, nuzzling sweetly into your neck.

He pressed his warm body up against you, holding you securely in his grasp. 

“Better than the dream?” He asked playfully, kissing your ear. 

“Better than my dream” you confirm, sharing a sweet giggle. As he held you tightly then and there, you knew this would be the first time of many.

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[chronicrabbit]

Home Coming

Part 2

If Steve had thought the previous year was bad, it was nothing compared to the next.

They had returned to the Byers house after lighting up the tunnels and, once again, fending off the invasive attempts of the Upside Down.

Billy Hargrove was gone, leaving nothing behind but the damage and debris, the blood flecks staining the floor and the shards of the broken plate as whispers of his presence.

Steve found his way to the couch, dropping down into it with a grunt. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, he was really starting to feel that beating.

His vision, especially on his left side, was hazy, and no amount of blinking and hoping would banish the blur.

He wasn’t certain when the others returned, Nance, Ms. Byers and Jonathan with a shivering blanket-wrapped Will, Hopper with a knocked out and lightly snoring Eleven.

They had been talking, away from the children like grownups do, when Ms. Byers had approached him, gently taking his battered face in her tiny hands and looking him over.

“Honey, are you ok?”

Steve blinked.

“Yes.”

His answer was automatic, and she seemed to realise that as she fixed him with a single raised brow, not in the almost disdainful way his own mother would, but in a way that said:

“You don’t have to pretend with me.”

His shoulders deflated, his rigid posture falling as he met her wide dark gaze, filled with more motherly concern in a single glance than he’d ever experienced in his entire eighteen years of living.

He couldn’t speak, the words unable to squeeze past his heart firmly lodged in his throat, so he simply shook his head, even just that sending his vision spinning like the steering wheel of that damned blue Camaro under Max’s too-small hands.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she tsked, taking another moment to fuss over his wounds before she’d called over Hopper.

And that’s how he’d ended up in the back of an increasingly familiar and increasingly bloodstained cop car, his eyes closed tightly against the flashing of the red and blue lights as a stoic Hopper drove him to the hospital.

The ride was fast and almost awkwardly silent, and Steve heaved a sigh when they’d finally pulled into the lot beside the ER, sluggishly moving to undo his seatbelt and hop out with as much grace and agility as someone with a bloody head wound and rockin’ vertigo could, when a large hand pressed into his shoulder, keeping him firmly planted in his seat.

Steve turned his hazy gaze toward Hopper, the Chief’s mustache twitching as he seemed to carefully mull over his next words.

“Kids told me about Hargrove.”

The words hung in the air, and Steve shifted restlessly in the following silence, waiting for the other man to continue.

“Told me you got your bell wrung pretty good. Do you know how long you were out?”

Steve shrugged, an odd sort of guilt swirling low in his gut as he grasped for answers but came up startlingly blank.

“Ok,” Hopper nodded, mouth creasing into a frown.

“We’ll tell the Doc it was around 10 minutes.”

Steve couldn’t help the way his brows shot up toward his blood-crusted hairline as Hopper unbuckled his own seatbelt, pushing open his door as if preparing to escort Steve into the ER himself.

He didn’t have time to object, to suggest more valuable uses of the Police Chief’s time, before Hopper was turning right back toward him, the solid weight of his hand returning to his shoulder.

“You did good, son; protecting those kids. Hate to think what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.”

And it was definitely something to be examined at a later date, the swoop in his stomach, the heat gathering behind his eyes, the sudden and insistent tremble of his lip, at even the mere suggestion of someone important in his crazy messed up life being proud of him for getting the shit kicked out of him in the stead of a bunch of Middle Schoolers he barely knew.

At the current moment, he was far more preoccupied with following the Police Chief into the ER.

At Hopper’s insistence, he was taken in quickly without a wait.

He was at the very least familiar with this part; with the flashlight shining in his eyes and the walking in a straight line. Had had to do it several times when he still went to parties;

Before he was bullshit.

As the doctor spoke to him with an over abundance of technical jargon, a nurse came it to whisper to Hopper.

“We tried to get ahold of his parents. No one is answering, not even a secretary.”

Hopper turned toward him with a frown.

“Your parents out of town?”

Steve nodded.

“How long?”

Steve shrugged.

“Did they leave you a number to call?”

Steve nodded, though that one was a lie.

Hopper’s frown deepened as he faced the doctor.

“Can you keep him here overnight? Just to keep an eye on him?”

“That’s not necessary-“ Steve tried to argue, tried to sit up in the cot, tried to leave, but he was pressed back down by several firm hands, Hoppers and the Doctors.

“Son, you’ve got a concussion; pretty nasty one by the looks of it. It isn’t safe for you to be alone right now,” the Doctor explained, rising from his seat to organise his overnight stay with the nurse without any further input.

And that was how Steve found himself alone for the second year in a row, this time not in his warm bed at home, but in a cold hospital room, stitches in his hairline and an IV needle in the crook of his arm.

And when he was discharged the next evening, there was no one waiting for him. No cars in the driveway, no motherly empathy or fatherly concern, just a big dark empty house.

Like always.

But there was no use in sulking about it.

He trudged in through the front door and took care to make sure every single point of entry was locked up tight and shuttered, moving as quickly as his battered body would allow.

He then turned on every single light from the day room, to the living room, to the kitchen, grabbed his trusty nail bat, and parked himself on the couch.

He thought of Nancy, but the only thing that conjured was an endless barrage of:

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

He pinched at the aching bridge of his nose and tried not to cry.

Harrington’s didn’t cry.

Not even when they were alone, because, let’s face it, that’s exactly what he was.

Alone.

[makeitallmarvel]

BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL PAIN

Part 4 Pairing: Druig x Reader

PRESENT DAY

How many years had it been? God not even you knew the answer to that. You had stopped counting the years long ago. “Kingo why exactly did I agree to stay with you?” You asked sarcastically. There was a soft but wicked smirk appearing on your face. “Because I’m awesome. Simple as that” he replied confidently before sipping more of his margarita. “God I’m so drunk” you moaned as you rolled over taking in the beautiful view of the ocean before you. “So you should be happy!” He insisted before you scoffed at his comment. “I haven’t been happy since-“ you began to say but the pain cut the words out of your throat. “Drink” Kingo demanded before it went silent  as the pair of you were consumed in thoughts and memories. “It’s been so different since we all went our separate ways. I don’t quite know what my purpose is anymore. It just feels like I’ve been on a permanent vacation” you mumbled into your straw. “Yeah I know what you mean but at least we’ve got each other for now” he commented trying to distract your mind from where it was inevitably going to land, on Druig.

It took you the longest time to get out of bed when you realized he was never coming back. Your heart could barely sustain your body anymore based on the broken state it was in. The shock still hadn’t worn off and a millennium had now passed. Who knew if he was even still alive? Part of you wanted to know the answer and the other half of you wanted to let your fantasies fill in the blanks. It was probably what was best for you but when did you ever do what was best for you? Your heart hurt, it burned and ached so badly you thought you were having a heart attack. That was until you noticed this pain daily. Your body hurt from missing him. There was a warmth you always saw within him that no one else understood. But it was that warmth that kept you safe when your visions became too much. And now it was gone with no return date in sight.

“One more shot!” You screamed out happily holding the small glass in your hand. Kingo and Gil were laughing as you danced to silent music on the beach by the fire. You could already barely see straight but what was one more? Let’s be honest you were addicted to self destructive behaviors ever since he left you. You fell to the ground ungracefully, plopping in the sand. The drunken smile on your face suddenly fell end Gil noticed. “Oh come on sweetheart don’t you dare” he warned with a grave expression on his face. “I know. I know” you practically choked on the words as you forced them out.

It wasn’t like you wanted to still feel this way. You had fucked around and had plenty of sex with random people through the years but you never connected. There was no connection, no spark, no fire. One time you thought you had felt something with another man but realized every time you had sex you daydreamed about Druig. No matter what you did your body craved this man.

Lighting a cigarette you glanced quickly around your surroundings. It felt as if someone was watching you and that’s a feeling you couldn’t shake but wish you could. “Will I ever find him?” You mumbled to yourself before downing the rest of your drink and pouring another one. Through the years you picked up many bad habits trying to cope but currently your favorite was drinking yourself into a stupor when the pain got too bad.

That night you tossed and turned in your bed filled with confusing and intense dreams. When you woke in panic and sweat you had no idea what to think of it, so you took a walk.  Wrapping yourself in a blanket found on the couch you walked into the cool, breezy air and inhaled deeply. The scent of sea salt and pineapple filled your nose and calmed your body instantly. The wind blew again and you caught a whiff of something so familiar it seemed to haunt you. You knew that smell well. “No you’re brain is trying to trick you” you mumbled to yourself like a crazy person as you began pacing and looking around your surroundings. The smell came again and your body instinctively followed the trail as if it would bring you back to life, bring you back to yourself. A distant rumble of thunder rolled in over the water soothing your fried nerves. The lightning lit up the sky and a dark figure standing in front of you. “Druig” you whispered.

[hawkwidows]

hi ev! :)

top 5 favorite byler fics maybe?

HELLOOO alya!! sorry I didn't mean to take so long to answer this :') I'm thinking I'm gonna go with 5 fics that have stuck with me instead of ranking any works! I wouldn't know where to begin deciding my fav fics either, but I know I enjoyed:

your love is a secret i'm dying to keep it's royalty, and forbidden love, and ughhhh the eventual desperation when they get moments alone I just eat it up up up. I love how unexpected the feelings were for both of them but how immediate the lack of composure began, my sillies myne owne arghBDSHKDNJSD another royalty/fantasy fic. written by lovely, lovely disaster who I miss sm but ,,God. love it. pining, fake dating, mike is a knight which is my fav thing, will is the most sweetheart prince ever and it's just fun and written so nicely!! there's also a story about the sun and moon and byler being sun/moon bfs just always hits. also the byhop family dynamic <3333 filling in the blanks as we go I just love a good regular/modern setting au sometimes and little moments from this one have always come back to me! I love them being nerdy, I love the build up, the internal dialogue is entertaining ahh it's a nice, charming read I’d love to see me from your point of view this would've been one of the first byler fics I read? I distinctly remember it being fresh/top of the tags and I'd been deep in reading a lot of post-vol 2 mike analysis and was getting into the byler spirit, and I also remember it being one of the fics that made me ship them more! high byler is fun byler you were bigger than the whole sky I remember it just really got me in my feelings, honestly. I loved the journey and thought it was such an interesting concept and handled the aftermath of a situation like that realistically especially with joyce and mike, I love that sort of thing?? sobs

ty for the ask, I've read so many fics atp there are def some I'm forgetting that would've been in this list here but you reminded me I really need to sort out my ao3 so I don't lose goods fics in the millions of tabs I have open LMAOO ask me my top 5 anything!

[hazzabeeforlou]

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[cobrakaisb]

foolproof plan

summary: the only downside to fake dating is that someone always ends up falling for the other. 

warnings: y/n is a happy drunk; underage drinking (not condoning it); mostly cuteness; a couple swears

word count: 4.16k

“so do we have a deal?” he asked, hand out waiting for you to take it. you hesitated, biting your lip as your eyes flickered from his face to his hand. the anxiety and reality surrounding what you were about to do was setting in. were you actually agreeing to this? a surge of confidence washed over you as your smaller hand grasped his in a firm handshake. “we have a deal,” you agreed.

now all you had to do was pretend to fake date owen power. 

tall, brunette, number-one-overall nhl draft pick, owen power. your hesitancy to take owen’s hand had nothing to do with owen himself and everything to do with who he was; star hockey player for the university of michigan who was bound to go pro once their season came to an end. but you needed the help, and his proposition was too good to pass up. ever since your crush on kent johnson formed, you’ve been looking for a way to get closer to him, and this was the perfect opportunity. 

that’s right. owen’s caught you ogling at his best friend and roommate one too many times for it to be a coincidence. so when he proposed that the two of you fake date to make kent jealous and “light a fire under kent’s ass” (owen’s words not yours), the obvious answer was yes. it took a lot of pondering, but eventually you agreed to his idea, hence putting you in the situation you were in now. 

“but we need some rules,” you added, pulling your hand from his. owen smiled, a little half smile that definitely didn’t compare to his real one. “whatever you want sweetheart,” he agreed. you couldn’t help the small flush that appeared on your cheeks at the pet name. this was going to be a lot.  

“let’s meet tomorrow for lunch. at the chipotle off campus?” you suggested. “sure,” owen agreed, chomping on his gum. “where’s your phone?” he continued, holding his hand out for the device. at the sight of your confused look and raised eyebrows he huffed, “what? i just want to give you my number.” “oh right,” you mumbled, handing him the device with a blank contact. his fingers glided over the keyboard as he entered his information into your phone. “text me a time. actually, what class do you have? i’ll pick you up,” he said, eyes looking at you expectantly. 

“um poetry but,” you started before he cut you off, “right your class with kent.” you glared at his tone, one filled with teasing and something else you couldn’t decipher. owen smiled again at the sight of your angry face. you were cute. “i’ll pick you up and we’ll go to lunch, sound good?” he asked, but deep down you knew it was really a question. “perfect,” you agreed, a fake smile on your lips. “great! see you tomorrow babe,” he cheered before walking out of the lecture hall, leaving you stunned into silence.

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walking out of poetry class, you were surprised to see owen standing there. he was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone aimlessly. you stopped for a moment, just admiring the beauty that was owen power. he was wearing gray sweats and a random michigan hockey shirt, along with his signature glasses that made him look just the right amount of nerdy. 

after some random person shoved you, you realized that you were blocking the hallway. you walked over to owen, clearing your throat as a signal that you were there. “hey. i’m ready to go when you are,” you said, a somewhat forced smile on your face. “me too. let me take your books,” he replied, grabbing the assortment of materials from your hands. “you don’t have to,” you tried to protest, but one look from owen had your mouth snapping shut. just as the two of you were about to walk away, someone called out owen’s name, and you knew exactly who it was. 

“what are you doing here?” the blonde asked, walking up to the two of you. “i have a date, remember?” owen answered, subtly gesturing to you. kent’s eyebrows furrowed, his bottom lip jutting out even more than it already was. “i didn’t think you were being serious,” came kent’s reply. your cringed, the sting from his words already hitting you. owen must have noticed because he huffed in annoyance, “funny kent. now if you’ll excuse us, my girlfriend and i have a lunch date to get to.” those were the final words of the conversation as owen began leading the way out of the building. 

the walk to chipotle was pretty much silent. there were minimal things to talk about anyways. “listen, about the comment, he didn’t mean anything by it. you’re great and what kent said had nothing to do with you--” owen started to explain, but you cut him off: “it’s fine owen. besides, it's not like we’re really dating anyway.” if you didn’t know any better you’d say his face fell at your words.      

“so what are these rules?” owen asked once the two of you sat down at a table in the back corner of chipotle. you felt heat creep up your cheeks at his intense stare. “i don’t know. i’d just figured we’d want rules so no one gets attached,” you mumbled, looking at owen shyly. “and is that what you’re worried about? getting attached?” he asked, and while you originally thought he was teasing, there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. you neglected to answer, instead pulling out a piece of paper to write the agreed rules on. 

“okay so you can pick me up from class, if you want to obviously, and i’ll meet you at your classes too,” you said, looking at owen for confirmation. “i’ll pick you up from class and walk you there. you can do the same for me, if that’s what you want. keep things equal between us,” he agreed and you nodded, jotting down the first rule. 

this continued for some time until things started to get a bit more intense. “you come to all my home games. in my jersey,” he said, but it came off as more of a demand. “all of them?” you asked, biting your lip. “every single one. besides this will give you a chance to see kent play too,” owen replied, wiggling his eyebrows at the last part. you rolled your eyes at his words, huffing in annoyance. “fine. but i’m not wearing the jersey,” you said. “um yes you are. people need to know that you’re my girl, babe,” owen rebutted, giving you a pointed look. 

and he was right, of course. how were you supposed to be fake dating owen power if you don’t even wear his jersey to his games? “fine. but it’s just for show,” you relented. “mhm sure,” owen answered, taking a bite of his food. 

“and what about kissing?” you asked, causing a loud choking sound to come from the boy across from you. you sat up straight, leaning over the table to make sure he was all right. he continued to cough for a few seconds, but gathered himself almost immediately. once the coughing subsided, owen looked at you, and that's how you noticed the closeness between you two; noses barely touching, as his brown eyes met yours. a blush covered both your cheeks as you sat back down. “let’s not plan that out,” he mumbled, and you nodded, writing down the word kiss with a question mark next to it.

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game tonight. stop by the locker room for the jersey

that was the text you saw displayed on your screen at the end of your midday lecture. this whole fake dating thing with owen had been going on for a couple of weeks now. the two of you walked each other to class, holding hands, parted ways with a hug and “kiss on the cheek” (because if people looked hard enough they would see that his lips barely grazed your skin), and then met up again afterwards for a small coffee or lunch date. it was going great. owen was a nice guy and fun to be around. he was also so smart and helped you out with your homework and studying on more than one account. 

today, however, was his first game since this establishment. it was going to be your big debut, as owen called it, and he had everything all mapped out. you would arrive early, just before warm ups, to meet him at the end of the tunnel, where he would give you his spare jersey. then you would sit in the children of yost section, and he’d make a big show of waving to you during warm ups. from there the team would go on to win the game (fingers crossed) and the two of you would celebrate with his friends at the after party. 

“a foolproof plan,” owen explained over lunch. “yeah totally foolproof. not a single thing could go wrong,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. owen gave you a pointed look, but the smile threatening to make its way onto his face won over. “just keep an open mind,” he begged and you nodded, a small smile on your face as you continued to eat lunch. 

now you are standing at the entrance of the tunnel, fidgeting with your phone. you texted owen a couple of minutes ago and he replied saying that he’d be right out. finally, he came through the tunnel. his pads and skates were on, but no jersey. yet he still managed to look really good, and you had to physically stop your jaw from dropping. 

“hey,” he greeted. “hey. excited?” you asked, sticking your hands in the back pockets of your jeans as you rocked on your heels. “yeah. a little nervous too, but i think we have a good shot,” owen said, a hand running through his long hair. “yeah?” you asked. “yeah,” he answered. the two of you stood there, neither of you making a move. “so the jersey?” you pushed, nodding towards the maize colored jersey. “oh right,” he mumbled, handing it to you. 

you took the piece of clothing from him, inspecting the size. it was huge, going down to your mid thigh at least, and you’d definitely have to roll up the sleeves. “put it on. i want to see,” owen begged, a childish whine in his voice. you laughed, but obliged to his request with no problems. just as anticipated, the jersey was huge. “i look like a child,” you groaned, eyeing the length. you expected owen to have some smart comeback, or completely deny your accusation, but instead he said nothing. 

your eyes now moved from the ginormous jersey, to the tall giant in front of you. “what?” you asked softly, a blush coating your cheeks when you noticed his intense stare and wide opened mouth. again, owen didn’t say anything. “this was a bad idea. i should take it off,” you rambled, lifting the hem of the jersey, but owen stopped you. “no don’t. you look great, really great. please keep it on,” he whispered, fingers wrapping around your wrist. “okay o, i’ll keep it on,” you agreed, letting the fabric slip from your grasp. the air was heavy as his hand dropped yours, eyes still locked on you. “i um…i should go…team meeting and all,” he explained, a large hand rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah. yeah. i’ll see you after, okay?” you said and he nodded, turning to head back the way he came from. 

“oh and owen,” you called, grabbing his hand just before he stepped out of reach. “hmm?” “good luck,” you whispered, standing on your tiptoes as you left a gentle kiss on his jaw. 

--

the game ended up going really well. the boys pulled off a huge win over michigan state, leading to an absolute rager at one of their hockey houses. “we’re going,” owen decided for you, taking your hand in his as he led you to the house. it was clear that he was on an adrenaline high; owen had scored a goal but also had an assist. (at least that’s what the people around you kept saying.) he made a big show of pointing to you during his goal celebration, letting everybody know that the two of you were “together”. 

“are you nervous?” you asked, the hockey house coming into view. “no, why?” owen asked, looking down at you. “dunno. i just figured you would be. these are your friends after all,” you mumbled. “it’ll be fine. they really want to meet you. besides this is the perfect opportunity for you to get kent’s attention,” he said, bumping your shoulder towards the end. you don’t know why, but a small frown came over your face at the mention of kent. you hadn’t thought about the blonde since this whole thing started; your thoughts were consumed by a tall brunette. 

owen guided you up the stairs of the hockey house, one hand resting on the small of your back as you walked in front of him. he pulled the door open, waiting for you to enter the already bustling house. “big dog’s here!” someone shouted, causing a series of whoops and shouts to chorus throughout the room. 

owen smiled, a red tint coating his cheeks. he was so cute, you thought, watching him with a fond smile. “let’s go get a drink,” he said, directing you to the kitchen. the second you entered the small area, you were ambushed by a bunch of rowdy boys. you recognized some of them as owen’s teammates, but you couldn’t remember any names. 

“finally brought your girlfriend around, o?” one of them asked, a teasing smirk on his face. he was tiny, much smaller than owen, and blonde. owen rolled his eyes at the guy’s words, eliciting a couple laughs from the group. “this is y/n. y/n these are the guys,” he introduced, gesturing to the boys in front of you. “hi,” you said, offering them a small wave. 

“what do you want to drink?” owen asked, drawing your attention back to him. “um…lemonade i don’t know. i don’t really drink,” you answered. the blonde guy from earlier scoffed, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “oh that’s gonna change real quick,” he promised, taking it upon himself to make you a mixed drink.

hours later, and you were not only well acquainted with the team, but with drinking. you found out that the blonde guy was named thomas and that he and brendan were pong champs. somehow, and you have no idea how, the two of them had roped you into playing a game of pong with them. they partnered you up with mackie, one of the freshmen, and insisted that they would go easy on you. that strategy didn’t seem to be working in their favor though.    

“let’s go!” mackie shouted, high fiving you as the two of you won your third game in a row. “woo!” you cheered, jumping around excitedly. “dude! do better!” brendan shouted at thomas, causing the two of them to start playing the blame game. 

it was the loud commotion that attracted owen’s attention. he smiled at the sight of you interacting with his friends. you caught him staring, smiling widely at him. you waved him over, calling his name over the loud music. owen walked over to you, stopping when he reached your side. 

“owen! guess what? mackie and i keep winning,” you cheered, gesturing wildly to the younger boy. “oh yeah?” owen asked, trying to suppress a chuckle. you were so cute. “yeah. maybe you and i can play together,” you said, tapping his chest at your great idea. “i don’t think so honey. i think we should go home,” he answered, watching as a pout settled on your lips. “but i’m having so much fun. can’t we stay for a little longer?” you begged, leaning into him. owen shook his head, before explaining that it would be best if you left. “you can come over another time,” he promised, causing your eyes to twinkle in happiness.

“really?” you asked softly, voice taking on an excited tone as your eyes lit up with happiness. “really,” owen answered, intertwining your fingers with his. he smiled fondly at you, nothing but love and adoration swimming in his brown eyes hidden behind those nerdy glasses. “okay. just let me say goodbye first,” you agreed, dropping one of your hands. he watched as you pulled mackie into a side hug, yet still managed to keep him close (not that owen would dream of letting you wander off).

after you’d made your rounds, and owen told the important people that he was heading out for the night, the two of you exited the still wild party. the cool crisp air hit your skin as you walked down the steps and onto the front lawn. “it’s kind of chilly,” you mumbled, stepping closer to owen, who’s body radiated heat like a personal heater. “here,” he began, sliding his arms out of the varsity jacket adorning the school’s logo.

“what owen--” you tried protesting, but he silenced you with a ‘hush’. drunk you didn’t have the energy to argue because you held your arms out, allowing him to slip the jacket onto your shoulders. immediately you were encompassed in the smell that was owen, causing your shoulders to relax and comfort to seep into your bones. “thanks babe,” you said, grabbing his hand in yours once again. that was the first time you called owen babe, but he figured now wasn’t the best time to mention it. 

--

“this physics homework is kicking my ass,” you complained, your head dropping into your hands as your pencil slid across the library table. currently, you and owen were having an impromptu study date in one of the library’s study rooms. he chuckled at your misery, causing you to lift your head up and frown at him. “it’s not funny owen. i’m actually really struggling,” you said, frowning a bit. “let me see it,” he asked, holding his hands out for your paper.

you smiled, happy to be getting some help from the physics genius himself. “what are you taking mech? or electrical?” he asked. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his question. “it’s just physics 101. i need it for my major,” you explained. “i see,” he mumbled, eyes completely focused on the paper while yours were completely focused on him. you watched with deep fascination as his brown eyes scanned the words on the page. you could basically see the mathematical gears turning in his head as he tried to decipher the problem and your chicken scratch handwriting. understanding lit up his eyes, as a small “aha” escaped his previously pursed lips. 

“you used the wrong equation here,” he started before going on a physics tangent involving the correct equations, solving steps, and substitutions. he was leaning over the table, watching intently as you worked to make the corrections necessary. when you finally finished the problem, you turned to look out the windows of the study room, the ones that gave you a perfect view of the library. you were surprised, but not shocked, a group of michigan hockey players staring at you like animals in a zoo. 

you blushed when they began making kissy faces at the two of you, brendan holding up a heart with his hands. owen just rolled his eyes, shaking his head gently at their antics. their laughs echoed in the previously quiet room as they all barged in. scraping the chairs against the floor to match their loud, teasing voices. kent took the seat next to owen, nudging the taller boy’s shoulder, shooting him a look that made fun of him in a loving manner. owen’s cheeks flamed and he turned his attention back to you, who was chatting with brendan and thomas while completing the physics homework. 

you must have felt his eyes on you because you looked up. the second your eyes connected your cheeks turned the same shade as his, but you quickly averted your attention back to your studies.  

--

weeks of fake dating turned into a month of fake dating. a month of fake dating turned into two weekend series at home and one away, all of which required you to wear owen’s jersey. all of them that made your feelings for owen abundantly clear. 

maybe this whole thing started out as a way for you to gain kent’s attention, but now you didn’t even care. kent had started talking to you more and texting you, but he didn’t hold your interest the way owen did. you from the past would have been thrilled by the attention, but now, it was unwanted and unwelcome. leading to your current predicament, how to tell owen that you wanted to date him in a realm outside of making kent jealous, rules, and all things fake. studying provided the perfect excuse for you to execute your foolproof plan. (granted you did have a test to study for but it could wait.) 

that night, you skipped out on some party that owen’s friends were hosting under the guise that you needed to prepare for the upcoming week. owen, like the great person that he is, offered to stay back and help you, but you declined his gracious offer. every couple of minutes owen would send you either a text or snap from the party claiming that he was bored and wished you were there. but he hasn’t sent you anything in almost half an hour, and you were disappointed to admit that it was getting to you. 

just as you were about to get back to studying, after checking your phone of course, there was a knock on your door. your eyebrows furrowed, thinking that maybe your roommate lost her key again. but you were surprised to find owen standing there, holding a box of pizza, a six pack of coke, and a bag of your favorite candy. 

“owen? what are you doing here?” you asked, stepping to the side so that he could walk into your room. “i missed you, and the party was boring. so i thought why not stop by to see my favorite girl, and convince her to watch cloud nine with me,” he said, with a sweet smile on his face as he held the box of pizza out as a peace offering. 

“aww owen. i’d love to,” you replied, taking the food from his hands and setting it down on your desk chair. “good because this would have been so awkward otherwise,” he mumbled. you laughed at his words, standing on your tiptoes to throw your arms around his shoulders, linking your fingers together behind his neck. 

“thank you for coming,” you whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes. “you’re welcome,” he answered, arms tightening around your waist just a bit. “i um…actually i wanted to tell you something,” he mumbled shyly, a nervous look in his eyes. “me too,” you replied, stepping away from him ever so slightly, allowing for some space between you two. “you go first,” he insisted, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

you took a breath, taking a moment to appreciate the man standing in front of you. part of you knew that this could be the last time you see him. “i have a crush on you. it’s more than a crush actually, and i’d rather date you for real than be in a fake relationship,” you confessed, twiddling your thumbs as you waited for his answer. 

owen’s mouth parted in shock, and he stood there silently for a couple of minutes before answering. “me too. err well i mean i’d like to date you too, for real,” he explained, causing a large smile to take over your face. you laughed, throwing your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around your midsection, lifting you in a circle. your laughter echoed through the room as he put you back on the ground. 

“i’m so glad that you asked me to be your fake girlfriend,” you whispered, forehead resting against his. “i’m so glad that i came up with this foolproof plan,” owen replied, and you quirked an eyebrow at that. “well it’s not entirely foolproof,” you teased. “oh really? explain,” he demanded. “we still have an issue of kissing to sort out,” you answered. “ah right. how about i kiss you now? and then again later? how about i kiss you everyday? is that a new rule, one kiss a day?” he asked, leaning in closer to you. “i think more than one kiss a day is fine,” you decided, allowing his lips to meet yours in what could only be described as the best kiss in fake dating to lovers' history.

[merakiui]

camboy!azul thoughts.

(yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied murder, obsession, implied kidnapping/captivity, mention of disordered eating)

An adaptable, marketable boyfriend. That’s how he sells himself. If you want cute and submissive, he’ll don frills and lace and beg for release with tears in his pretty eyes. If you want cruel and degrading, he’ll crack a riding crop and talk down to you as if you’re nothing but filth. If you want soft and vanilla, he’ll smile sincerely and chant the sweetest things as he works himself towards an orgasm.

Azul wears these faces well, and he takes pride in what he does. Not only does camming earn him lots of Madol, it provides him with acting practice. When he confesses his undying love to viewers or acts like the jealous boyfriend who caught you sneaking out without his permission, he can try all sorts of masks and personalities. He’ll see what works and what doesn’t. His viewers eat it up, none the wiser to his actual reasons for camming. In reality, all of this is practice for your sake. He wants to be good in bed for you. He wants to be a good lover for you. He wants to say all the right things and have you fall into his arms like in the movies. He wants a storybook romance with you.

It’s you Azul thinks of before, during, and after each cam session. You’re the only one who’s capable of getting him so worked up, of filling his mind to the brim with risqué imagery and ideas. He imagines the fleshlight he uses as your hole and it spurs him onwards in his act. When he reduces himself to an utter mess, he throws his head back and thinks of how heavenly it would feel to have your lips wrapped around his dick, to kiss and hold you, to slot himself inside you while you grab at his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer, all while you tell him how much you love him, how he’s the only one you’ll ever love, how you’ll always be his.

Azul wants to be your perfect, adaptable boyfriend and, hopefully, future husband. There’s just one problem. You have a significant other and the two of you have been dating for two years now. Two years. Two long, exhausting years. He despises the anniversary posts the both of you make on Magicam. He despises the photos where the both of you are backdropped by pastels and your lover pulls you in for a brief kiss. Sometimes he finds himself disliking you—only for a short moment, mind you. He could never truly hate you. It’s your lover who’s in the way, who’s disturbing the peaceful fantasies he’s working so hard to make real.

There’s another problem. You don’t know he exists. Sure, he’s walked past you on occasion, but you’ve never actually noticed him. You’ve never talked to him. You’ve never even looked in his general direction. Is it because he’s too plain? Too clumsy? Too unattractive? He’ll change himself for you. Whatever it is you like, he’ll like it, too. He’ll forgo a healthy diet in order to suit your tastes. He’ll ignore his favorite foods and snacks if it means he can look like your ideal sweetheart. He’ll do anything, so please look at him. Please acknowledge his efforts. Please love him. Only him. Reach out for him with your gentle hands and hold him tight and promise him you’ll never leave.

Azul is a master of disguises, a social chameleon who adapts to each and every situation he finds himself in. He can enchant with his silver tongue, offering hollow praise and remarks when necessary. He’ll never be artificial around you, though. He wants to pry himself open so that you can see the very truth buried within his heart. He wants to build this relationship upon trust and love and candied confessions.

There’s a new problem, one that lies in the engagement ring you boast on Magicam. He stares at his screen after having come down from another orgasmic high, his monitor blank and the stream ended, and static buzzes in his ears. He can taste his heartbeat. It’s metallic in his mouth, wet and warm. Azul doesn’t realize he’s biting his lip until the skin breaks and a thin trail runs down his chin. You’re engaged. You’re not going to break up with your lover. You love them. You’ll never love him. And once you’re married there will be no chance of wooing you, of sharing a wonderful life with you, of showing you just how good he can be when he fucks you into the mattress in the exact way you like. You’ll never look him in the eyes and tell him you adore him through pleasured wails and moans. He’ll never get to hold your hips and guide you up and down on his cock, watching you come undone like a spool of thread. He’ll never feel your warmth or hear your voice. He’ll never have you. Never. Never. Never.

Never.

This can’t be happening. He’s practiced these scenarios in front of the camera. He’s engaged in this exact situation before, playing the role of the shunned second lead, and he’s come up with ways on how to avoid that ending. He’s written pages upon pages of plans. Of what to do when the break-up tears your heart in two. Of what he’ll say. Of how he’ll swoop in and rescue you from the encroaching darkness. Those pages might as well be ash now. It means nothing when he realizes you’ll belong to someone else.

This can’t be happening. You’re the love of his life. He loves you. He needs you. He’s done so much for you. He’ll change himself again. Is that it? Do you prefer confidence? Do you like quiet men? Do you like the types who shop in bookstores, who sit in solitude in café corners? Or do you want someone strong and sensual? Do you want him to wear another style? Is business formal too much? Do you want him to be casual? Flirty? Fun? Sexy?

Adaptable. He’s adaptable. It’s fine. He can handle this. It’s not as if he sits in the dark in his room, listening to the hum of an air conditioning unit and staring at his trembling hands as he imagines how nicely yours would fit in his. He has to do something. This can’t be happening. He’ll do something. He must. He will. Azul can’t let you slip through his fingers. He’ll die if you aren’t in his arms.

His viewers don’t notice the manic glint in his eyes. It’s thinly veiled in lust as he puts on another convincing act. Today he’s your meek tutor. Tomorrow he’ll be your overprotective best friend. He is many things, but what he isn’t is yours. He’ll never be—not with that scum in the way.

There’s a solution to his problems. When he isn’t camming, he’s planning. It takes a while—weeks, months—but eventually the scheme is flawless. He knows of the repercussions. He knows he’ll be taken away from you if he’s caught. He knows you’ll be heartbroken, but when one door closes another is bound to open and Azul will squirm inside your heart until he’s mired in you and you’ve grown to appreciate him.

He wonders what inflicts the most suffering: a blade or a rope? A bullet or a sledgehammer? Blunt force trauma or slow, painful drowning? A slit throat or a shattered rib cage? He’s certain not even the ocean would want such trash, but it’s convenient and there are many desperate creatures willing to feast on human flesh, no matter how subpar it might be. Lots of humans find their watery graves in the sea floor. No one will bother looking if you’re trapped in underwater caves or at a depth no human has dared to explore. There are times when he’s proud to be an octopus merman. This is one of those times.

Azul, who wears faces like clothing, finalizes what’s left of the final chapter of the prologue—the life before the one he’ll share with you.

- - -

There’s a certain camboy you’ve often watched. He’s alluring and extremely talented, and he hides bloodstains behind carefully applied blush and a coy smile. But you’ll never know that, not until you find yourself confined in his room, chained to his bedpost.

[24hlevi]

TR Boys Reaction To You Dying

Tokyo Revengers Boys (Sanzu/Haruchiyo, Rindou, Draken/Ken X Gn!Reader

Genre: Pure Angst

Warnings: Major Character Death, Swearing, Drug Abuse, Drug Overdose

Tokyo Revengers Manga Spoilers !!!

i don’t regret making this because i’m sad

Akashi “Sanzu” Haruchiyo :

Sanzu had never thought that popping pills with you would end up killing one of you from taking too much, but of course, the worst thing that could have happened, happened.

“C’mon Y/n, just two more!” Sanzu slurred his words out, leaning on you and holding two pills in his hand, the other one holding onto the counter so he wouldn’t fall over, the mix of alcohol and pills creating a dangerous combination.

You were in the same state as Sanzu, as you usually were when you were with him as it was fun with just the two of you and no one else. “Okay!” You nodded, grabbing the pills from your boyfriend’s hand and putting them in your mouth while Sanzu handed you the opened liquor bottle you both had been drinking from. You swallowed the pills and put the bottle down, giggling lightly.

“See? You’re fine, my little rockstar.” Sanzu smiled at you, holding the sides of your face before kissing you.

You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck, tasting the mix of alcohol and different drugs put together when you kissed him. Every time you both felt amazing and in a state of euphoria when you did this. Not to mention it was quite often. You never thought about it killing you, as you didn’t worry about death when you were dating the 2nd in command of Bonten who would kill anyone for you.

It was like you were Bonnie and Clyde, two crazy people that were destined to fall in love. But of course, all happy stories have a bad ending.

Pulling away from the kiss, Sanzu looked at you and noticed you were just staring at him. Letting out a chuckle, he poked your cheek. “Feels good, right?”

When you didn’t respond, Sanzu tilted his head to the side, “Love?” he asked, poking your cheek again.

Suddenly your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your grip went loose from around his neck and you collapsed to the ground, convulsing on the cold wooden floor.

“Y/n?! Shit, Y/n?!” Sanzu started to freak out once he saw you hit the floor, dropping to his knees and pulling you onto your side so you wouldn’t choke on anything that came up. “What the fuck do I do?” He started to question himself, suddenly feeling cold sober once he realized you weren’t stopping. The pink-haired male held onto you and pulled you close to his chest, hoping that you would stop soon enough. “C’mon baby, you’re gonna be okay. Alright? You’ll be okay.”

After a few minutes, you stopped. Sanzu looked down at you with a small smile, thinking that it was all over when your head went limp, staring down at the floor. “Love?” He asked again. He lifted your head up and opened your eyelids, seeing the blank look that was in them. His eyes quickly widened as he put his two first fingers on your neck, attempting to find your pulse. When he found the spot, there wasn’t any heartbeat. “Y/n?”

That day, you had died in the love of your life’s arms. Sanzu was completely changed from that. He took more pills, mixing them with all types of alcohol, hoping that he would overdose like he accidentally made you. Whenever he was by himself he would cry so much that he would end up falling asleep with tear stains on his face and pillow. Until one day, he took too many pills like you and his body did the same as yours did before he eventually died the same way you did, because he knew he deserved the same thing for being the one who killed you.

Haitani Rindou :

Rindou always said that he would protect you, and he did. But it wasn’t enough. Just one day while he was gone at a meeting, something terrible had happened.

“Mr. Haitani Rindou, you need to follow me right now.” Someone barged into the meeting room.

“Tsh, it can wait, can’t it?” Rindou answered.

“It’s about your s/o, sir.” The man told him.

Rindou looked up as soon as he heard that and stood up, turning to Mikey and bowing, “Excuse me for a few moments, I must leave.” Before leaving the meeting room.

Once the doors closed, Rindou immediately started to run to the closest hospital where they said you would be at, sweating through his suit. But he didn’t care at the moment, he cared about you. He couldn’t deal with the thought of you leaving him while he was in a meeting and couldn’t be with you. But a part of him already knew the answer.

Rushing inside the room, Rindou saw you in the hospital bed, eyes closed with a oxygen mask on you, your body filled with bruises and cuts that made him want to kill everyone who did this to you.

Pulling up a chair and sitting next to you, Rindou grabbed your hand, immediately noticing the huge difference in temperature between your hands. He unbuttoned his suit and took off his tie, tossing both to the side as he sat next to you until you woke up.

When you did wake up, Rindou looked at you and his eyes widened when he saw your eyes staring back at his. “Y/n! Oh baby, I was so worried about you.” He leaned over and tried to hug you but you flinched in pain and he retracted himself. “Sorry.”

“Rindou?” You said weakly.

“Yes? What is it, baby?” He immediately responded.

“I love you so much. Thank you…for protecting…me.” You smiled at him before your head fell to the side and the machine showed the flat line that Rindou knew meant the worst thing possible.

“Y/n? Y/n?! Doctor! Hey, I need a doctor in here!” Rindou began to freak out, standing up and running to the door and opening it, yelling that you needed a doctor.

You died that day, with Rindou watching everything going on and how much the doctors did to try and revive you, but it didn’t work. Rindou then only spoke to his brother and Mikey, not wanting to even talk or do anything except kill the people who did that to you. And he did. He hunted down every single one and made sure they were all dead so that you would finally be in heaven in peace, and soon enough, he joined you up there.

Ryuguji “Draken” Ken :

Draken never thought that someone so important to him would have died after what happened with Emma. Maybe that was why you died, he would think to himself. Maybe it was because he wasn’t cautious enough to think something bad to someone he loved again.

It happened one night when you and Draken were on his motorcycle and driving throughout the city when you stopped to get food before going off to a more secretive spot so you two could talk and eat in peace and without worry. But once you both walked inside the restaurant you were surrounded by Tenjiku members, all of them armed with some sort of weapon. Draken put his arm around you as some sort of protection but half of the restaurant was filled with the rival gang members but he wasn’t able to stop what was happening.

Soon enough, one of the members had you in a headlock, and draken was on the floor beaten up, unable to do anything from this point on. The gang member holding you then sat you on your knees in front of Draken as another member held a aluminum baseball bat in a stance prepared to strike it at you.

“Don’t…you dare.” Draken spat out, making an attempt to climb to his feet but was beaten down again.

“Say your last words, sweetheart.” The member holding you down spoke to you with a devilish smirk on his face.

“I love you, Ken.” You smiled at your boyfriend.

“How sweet.” was all you heard before feeling cold aluminum touch the right side of your head and your vision went black.

Draken was forced to see your body hit the ground and the blood come from your head, leaving a puddle of it beneath your head. All he felt was guilt and regret now. Soon enough, sirens were heard from outside and the rival gang quickly ran out, leaving Draken there with you in the front of the restaurant. He knew you were dead only from the amount of blood leaving your head and seeing that you weren’t breathing at all. The cops rushed inside and Draken couldn’t move, he just sat there, staring at your now deceased body.

Draken was forever changed after you died. He started doing reckless things that could easily get him killed because all he could think was that he would get to see you again finally. Takemichi tried to help him the best he could but it never worked, leaving Draken completely alone after Mikey and him separated. Eventually, he died protecting Takemichi and he had a smile whilst dying, because he was happy. He was happy that he was going to see you again, and that you two wouldn’t ever be separated again.

[adoringhaikyuu]

you have a nightmare that they cheated on you

characters: akaashi + iwaizumi + oikawa + (gn!reader)

request: hi! can I request a headcanon where akaashi, iwaizumi, and oikawa wake up to you having a nightmare that they cheated on you? something fluffy please 🙏🏼🥺 • by @vitamingummies

warnings: mentions of cheating ig but it doesn’t actually happen obvi– + a lil bit of angst

notes: hope u enjoy <3 i tried to make them all a bit different! (i don’t think i’ll do anymore of these tho cause i feel like i’ve run out of possibilities for it to go)

akaashi:

akaashi stirred awake slightly when he felt you moving around on your side of the bed

he was half asleep, drifting in and out

and he felt the bed dip as you got up, which he assumed meant that you were going to the bathroom

but once he realized it’d been a while since you left, he checked the time, 3am 

he got up to go look for you, wiping his eyes sleepily

he went to the bathroom and frowned when the lights were off and you were nowhere to be found

he slugged off to the kitchen, then the living room and was shocked to see you sitting there in the dark, wrapped up in a blanket

“baby?” his voice was deep and groggy as he padded over to you, yawning before continuing. “what are you doing out here?” 

you noticed him, but didn’t look up, trying to hide your face from him, which, even in his drowsy state, he knew was a bad sign. 

he bent down in front of you and felt the fatigue jump out of his body when he realized you had tears falling down your cheeks. “what’s wrong? what happened?” he brought his hands to your cheeks and tried to wipe the tears, but more kept falling seemingly at a faster rate once he touched you. 

he tried to catch your eye, but you wouldn’t let him. “come on baby, please talk to me? i’m not going anywhere until i figure out what’s wrong.” 

he sat down next to you and pulled you into his lap, making sure the blanket was secure before holding you tight and running his hand up and down your side soothingly. 

when your cries had reduced to sniffles and you calmed down a bit, you spoke up, playing with the collar of akaashi’s shirt to distract yourself. “i just...it’s stupid––”

he interrupted immediately, “of course it’s not stupid, if it made you this upset then we should talk about it. i wanna make sure you’re alright, okay?”

you nodded and swallowed, psyching yourself up to reveal everything to him. “well i––i had a dream, no, a nightmare really,” you laughed humorlessly. “where you um...you left me? well that was after you cheated on me but...” you felt him take a deep breath, “it just felt so real, you know? it hurt like a lot and then i woke up because it was so painful and i guess...the emotions carried through even after i left the dream.” you sighed, “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to worry you, i just...i don’t know, i needed to clear my head, i guess.” 

a few seconds passed before you felt a gentle hand under your chin, raising your head. you finally looked into akaashi’s eyes and he spoke up. “baby, i’m sorry that you experienced that, even if it was just a dream. just hearing about it hurts me too.” he swiped his thumb over your cheek and you nuzzled into his touch. “but know that i would never ever do that to you, i could never hurt you like that and i won’t, okay?” he waited for you to nod in agreement before nodding as well and pulling you into a hug. “i’m here to love and protect you, remember that.” he kissed your cheek but didn’t let you out of the hug. 

“are you better now?” again, he waited for you to nod. “let’s go back to bed, yeah?” he hugged you tight. “i’m not letting you go tonight.” 

iwaizumi:

iwaizumi grunted, confused when he felt you moving around more than usual behind him, 

no longer wrapped around him with one leg over his waist like how you had fallen asleep

when he heard you mumble a few things under your breath, he thought maybe you were just dreaming 

but when he heard a whimper of his name, followed by “please no––”

he turned around immediately, and turned on his bedside lamp, concerned and alert

he noticed that your face looked like it was in pain, like you were hurt

he put a hand on your cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb

“wake up sweetheart.”

you shook your head from side to side, seemingly wrestling with what you were seeing in your nightmare

he kissed your forehead, “come on, come back to me. open your eyes for me baby.”

he shook your side a few times and you finally opened your eyes, but he frowned when he noticed the pain still hadn’t left your face

his eyes widened when you suddenly threw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, sniffling as you blinked the tears away. he wrapped his arms around you immediately, “hey it’s okay, i’m here. you’re safe.” 

he rubbed his hands up and down your back soothingly and whispered reassuring things in your ear, kissing your temple every now and then. 

after a few minutes of holding you, he spoke up. “do you wanna tell me what happened in your nightmare? i’m right here, nothing bad’s gonna happen i promise.” 

your hand came up to hold the side of his jaw and neck and you sat up slightly, but he made sure to keep you secure and not let you run off, not that you were going to. “um...well i was coming over to your house cause we had a date night planned...” you trailed off slightly and felt his hand rub your thigh reassuringly. you sighed, “the door was unlocked so i came in, and i noticed another girl’s shoes in by the door?” you felt him stiffen under you but you went on. “so i went to find you, to ask you about it...but when i got to your room, you were...on top of her, and you can...fill in the blanks i’m guessing...” 

he opened his mouth to say something but you spoke before he could. “and you don’t have to apologize or anything, i know it wasn’t you and you wouldn’t do that...it just felt real and that really hurt me. but i’m sure i’ll get over it soon.” you tried to smile but it felt like a grimace more than anything and iwaizumi sighed. you mistook it for annoyance and your eyes widen, “oh i’m sorry, you’re probably tired, i’ll just––”

you tried to get off his lap but he stopped you, confused. “no, darling i don’t care what time it is, this is important. i only sighed because i don’t like how you’re pretending to be okay when you’re not.” he put a hand under your chin, “it’s okay if you’re not okay. but i’m here for you, to help you feel better, yeah?” he kissed your nose lightly. “you have nothing to apologize for, and i know you said i don’t either, but i’m sorry that i hurt you, even if it was in a dream.”

you smiled for real this time and kissed his cheek, making him blush lightly. “you’re too sweet to me, you know that?”

his brows furrowed, “not possible.” he gave you a quick peck on the lips and lied you back down on the bed with a small smile before turning off the light. he slid back in with you and put his arm around your waist to pull you close. “you ready to sleep?” 

you nodded, “do you mind cuddling me until i fall asleep?”

“of course not, but you’re funny if you think i’m letting you go at all, even in my sleep.” 

oikawa:

oikawa was sleeping peacefully, rolling over to wrap his arm around you and pull you close and his brows furrowed when you swung his arm back to his side, but he stayed asleep

he kept sleeping even after you repeated this three more times 

but when you did it one more time, this time with more force, he whined and blinked his eyes open slowly

“y/n-chaaan, let me hold you~”

you simply huffed and kept staring in front of you, into the darkness of your room, your arms and legs crossed as you sat up against the headboard

you don’t even know how long you’d been awake, it was 4am, but you couldn’t be bothered to care

as soon as you saw oikawa with his tongue down another girl’s throat, while she sat in his lap, you were so mad you couldn’t think

...this was in a dream of course, and you know that––

but it still pissed you off

“wha––” oikawa leaned up on one arm to get a better look at you and make sure he wasn’t imagining things. “what are you doing up?” he turned his head to look at the clock on the nightstand, “wh––four a.m??” he turned back to you dramatically, and while normally you would’ve found it amusing, today was a different day. 

you felt oikawa drag himself to a sitting position as he stared at you frantically and utterly confused. “what is going on here??” when you didn’t respond, his shoulders drooped down and he placed a hand on your thigh which you quickly slapped off. he squawked, “baby??–”

“you don’t get to call me that.” 

his head bobbed back, offended. “what do you mean?! what happened in the hours that i was asleep?” 

again, you stayed silent and of course, he kept talking. “y/n-chan you can’t just not tell me what’s wrong, this is outrageous!” 

you sat there, brewing in your annoyance for a few moments before cutting off his rant, voice completely monotone. “you cheated on me.” 

there was a brief silence, a moment of processing before he exploded. “i’m sorry, what?! i most certainly did not! what are you talking about ?! i am loyal!”

you shrugged, only fueling the fire and his eyes widened. “what do you mean?” he imitated your shrug mockingly, “where did you get this insane theory from?!” 

he was talking far too loud for 4am, and you did not want a visit from the neighbors. “tooru––”

“tooru?! who is that?! i’m baby! love! your loyal boyfriend! soon to be husband when we’re ready!––”

you finally turned to him, “you’re being too loud! it’s four am––”

he glared but lowered his voice, maybe a fraction. “y/n-chan you are not gliding over your preposterous accusation like this––why on earth do you think i cheated?!”

you blinked, unfazed. “i saw it.” 

“that’s impossible because it never happened!”

“yes it did! i saw your tongue go down her fucking throat and your hands were all over her and she was in your lap, tooru. that’s why i woke up because i saw it and i got mad. how dare you do that––” 

“i’m telling you that never happened! i don’t know who you saw but it wasn’t––wait.” he blinked a few times and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. his eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. “did you say you saw it and you woke up? are you talking about a dream??” 

you clenched your jaw, “more like nightmare but that’s irrelevant, the point is you cheated–”

“y/n-chaaan––” he threw himself on you and wrapped his arms around you, ignoring your protests. he placed his head on your lap and looked up at you, with a pout. “you scared me! i thought you were really mad at––”

“i am mad at you.” 

“what?! but it wasn’t even real!”

“dream tooru and real tooru are basically the same.” 

“when are you going to stop calling me that?” he frowned, giving you puppy dog eyes and you groaned, slapping a hand over his face (gently), but he still yelped anyways.

“don’t look at me like that.”

he took your hand off and kissed your palm softly. “why, is it working?” 

you sighed and looked away. “...i know it wasn’t real but it still hurt seeing you like that, you know? that’s why i was so annoyed––it wasn��t even real but it still affected me so much.” 

he sat up against the headboard and pulled you into his lap, pleased to see you weren’t complaining. you placed your hands on his shoulders and kept your eyes down, focused on his chest. he squeezed your waist and ducked his head down to peck your lips, smiling victoriously when it made you smile. 

“i would never be as dumb as dream me and throw our precious relationship away, i love you way too much and value having you in my life far too much to do something like that.” he kissed your cheek, “you’re it for me, got it?”

you nodded, looking up into his eyes to see how serious he was. you could see the love he had for you. “okay...i love you baby.”

he smiled, “i love you too. so much.” he kissed you on the lips gently. “now can we please cuddle? we both need our beauty sleep.” 

[egoludes]

satisfaction guaranteed.

summary: your super soldiers hear there’s a new contender in the bedroom; they intend to learn all about it.

pairing: stucky x reader.

notes: ok, i’ll admit it - this is so outrageously self-indulgent and fully inspired by a recent, um, purchase. i was hoping to get it out in time for valentine’s day, but then work kicked my ass - so consider it a delayed love letter to y’all heh. my apologies in advance to the manufacturers of the sex toy featured here; please don’t sue me? borders from deathlyrph!

warnings: nsfw / 18+, threesome, sex toy, implied & light overstimulation

He doesn’t mean to listen in - scout’s honor.

There just isn’t much that Bucky’s super soldier hearing misses and the raving of some very giddy --- and very drunk --- Avengers is nowhere near that list. He’s actually pleased to hear the way you, Natasha, and Wanda are carrying on when he rounds the corner. Missions have been taking a toll lately, keeping everyone on the team on edge and up late. You, in particular, have been distant, putting on a facade that never quite reaches your eyes, and he and Steve have been on wit’s end trying to perk you up.

The ladies, it seems, have it all figured out.  You’re laughing freely for the first time in weeks, and Bucky’s grateful that no one (particularly Sam) can see the way the sound makes him utterly lovesick. His adoration keeps him still a few seconds longer, basking in how free you seem, but he doesn’t intend to stay much past that. In fact, he’s a half-step into leaving when he hears it:

“So, wait -- have you tried it yet? The Satisfyer?” 

Confusion brings him to a full stop. Satisfyer? 

That feeling only grows, knitting his eyebrows, when you’re the one to answer with an emphatic, and damn near dreamy “Yes.”

Bucky’s an intelligent man and the name alone is a pretty effective context clue. Still, he doesn’t really put it together until Wanda squeals and Nat (who he can see in his mind’s eye, clear as day, leaning into you with that cheeky smirk) pushes you for more.

“It’s kind of...overwhelming,” you continue, pausing to refill your glass, “but in the best way. Like in a ‘How did I ever masturbate before this’ kind of way. My knees literally buckled when I got up after. Can you believe that? Buckled! I was fuckin’ woozy! ” He can tell you’re animated just by the way your volume starts to rise and whatever you’re doing must be endearing because even Natasha is chuckling.

Bucky still loves it, don’t get him wrong. In fact, he adores you excited like this, especially after all the darkness lately. But, there’s something genuinely puzzling about so much excitement around a sex toy. He hadn’t even known you’d bought something new. When had you tried it? Where were he and Steve?

His thoughts start to swirl, intrigue and curiosity mounting in a wave that he pushes past with a step, then another, as he reminds himself that he has somewhere to be.

No chance he’ll be forgetting about this, though. 

Steve hears about it from Bucky. 

Secondhand stories can be tricky; full of exaggerations and misunderstanding. But, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t believe it. He just doesn’t comprehend the implications of it until he experiences it for himself. 

That happens on a Saturday afternoon. 

You’d been tense in training, taking hits you’ve dodged a thousand times and fumbling moves you’ve done twice that. A bad bout typically doesn’t do you in, but Steve can tell by the way your attacks grow more and more stilted, that you’re overextending just to make blows meet. 

It gets so bad that he breaks one of his few cardinal rules -- never pulling rank with you or Bucky outside of missions -- to get you out of the spar, and your frustration with it is as clear as the exhaustion that sags your limbs. You’re out the door before he can apologize, or explain.

An hour later, he’s showered and changed, seeking you out in your corner of the compound with peace offerings at the ready. This time, they come in the form of your favorite snack and a promise to spar with you himself the next time you’re scheduled - no holds barred. 

But, when you pull open the door at his knock, he’s surprised to see that he may not need them.

You’re completely...sated. The tension you’d had in your shoulders when you left the gym is nowhere to be found and in its place is a sheen of satisfaction. It’s all over you: in a dopey smile, lidded eyes, and the faint whiff of your cunt he gets when he leans into you.

In an instant, he puts two and two together, and Steve feels his body warm at the realization that you’ve just finished touching yourself. And not just that: it had been so good that your entire mood’s flipped and you’re beaming at him, no walls or reservations.

He makes his apology all the same, though, and your smile widens as you reach for him and the snack in a tease: “Better not back out on that fight, Captain.”

He grins back, pleased you’re feeling better, but making a mental note to speak to Bucky as soon as you let him go.

I think we need to check out this ‘Satisfyer’.

They ask you about it on Valentine’s Day.

You’re running on the high of a beautiful evening: dinner in DUMBO and drinks in Brooklyn Heights. The latter -- a couple cocktails for you, white wine for your boys -- finds you buzzing as you let them into your room back at the compound. You feel eyes on your hips from behind, heavy gazes that sear the curves, and you sway pointedly, smiling at the sharp breaths that follow. 

You know where the night is going ---- know the way a good date makes them handsy. So the attention is no surprise. Neither is the cool press of metal to your back and the kiss to that spot under your ear. “Bed, pretty girl,” Bucky drawls against your skin, intent pressing -- and growing -- against your hip as he settles against you.

Steve rounds you from the other side, not touching but so close you can feel the rise of heat from his body. You look up just in time to catch him watching you back, blue eyes darkening with each step into your bedroom.

Your dress is easy work, pooling at your ankles with a few good pulls, But, Steve and Bucky take their time with everything else. You’re in something special, after all --- pretty lace and dewey colors that deserve an extra look, an extra touch. They’re on you the moment it’s revealed to them, thumbing the fabric with murmured praise through the lips all over your skin. 

The daze it sets follows you all the way to the mattress where you lay back against Steve’s chest (still clothed, to your chagrin) with his arms settled around you. His hands end up bracing your thighs, naturally at first, then deliberately as Bucky starts to kiss trails up and over your calf. With the latest string of missions, you can’t remember the last time you had their mouths on you and the anticipation as Bucky’s creeps closer is almost crippling. Your body tenses with each point of contact, eyes lidding as they watch him rise, inch by tortuous inch. 

“Sweetheart.” Steve’s voice pulls you out of your focus with a rumble you can feel in your back. “We wanna try something new with you tonight.” You turn just enough to watch him, answering with a hum to urge him on. “Can you tell Buck,” he continues, dipping to run his nose along yours. You feel tiny when he bears down on you like this, and he can see the way it affects you just in the flutter of your lashes. “--where you keep your ‘Satisfyer’?”

What?

In a split second, you’re sobered up, no hint of the lust or buzz that’d been following you for most of the night. Bringing toys to bed isn’t new by any means, but they have never, ever referred to one by name like that. Nor requested it specifically. It’s so startling that you don’t know what to say for a moment, mind utterly blank until you feel Bucky’s hand tighten around your thigh to bring you back.  “You -- my what?”

“Satisfyer,” Steve echoes, hand resting on your tummy. From below, you can feel Bucky’s eyes burning into the side of your face, expectant. “Buck’s heard you mention it before, and we’d like to know what all the fuss is about. ---- If you’re willing, that is.”

You look back and forth between them, mouth gaping for a second before you swallow your shock down whole. Two super soldiers can be a lot to manage on their own -- adding a toy that’s knocked you on your ass a few times over now seems like a very dangerous game. But, you can feel Steve hardening against your back and can’t deny the slick that’s seeping through your panties at the thought alone. So you nod, lip pulled between your teeth, and direct Bucky to the left side of your bottom drawer. 

When he’s back between your legs, it’s with the rose gold toy in hand. The mere sight of it makes you clench; something he doesn’t miss when he’s that close to your core. “Someone’s excited,” Bucky muses, brow arching before his gaze returns to his hand. The Satisfyer is unlike any toy he’s ever seen, shaped more like some alien gadget than a vibrator, and no amount of Google sleuthing could’ve prepared him for what it feels like in person. The smoothness of it in his hand, the unique curves along his palm. You bite back a giggle at how intently he inspects it, turning it over this way and that to get used to its weight.

“Hmm.. that’s definitely different,” Steve chimes in, as focused on the toy as Bucky is. It isn’t hard to work out how it’s used from the design alone, but what they’re still itching to know is what it does. How it unravels you so well, until your knees buckle even. And it doesn’t take long for that anticipation to trump their curiosity and you’re brought back to the moment when Steve ducks his head to your shoulder, pressing kisses to the skin there as he smooths hands down your inner thighs. He draws his palms back and forth a few times until they suddenly still, and he’s holding your legs -- and you -- wide open. “How about we give it a go, pal?” 

Bucky says nothing in return, but he probably doesn’t have to. The toy clicking to life is enough, a rhythm that fills the room with anticipation. Your tummy tightens at the sound -- another reaction neither man misses -- and the tension stays put, coiled tight until the Satisfyer closes over your clit.

The first pulse knocks air out of you that you hadn’t realized you were holding. The ones that follow unfurl you, melting your anticipation in favor of a soft, thrumming pleasure that coats you head to toe. It’s odd, having someone else use it on you, but in a good way. The best way. 

You surrender to it, relaxing into Steve’s hold as Bucky holds you open with two fingers.  So far, that’s no different than normal --- you’re always this pliant for them, putty beneath their fingers once they get to work. But, tonight, they’re greedy. Tonight, they want more from you; want whatever this toy has been able to draw out in their absence.

Bucky kicks things up a notch, turning the pulse up two speeds. The change is subtle to them, clicks coming just a smidgen faster and louder. For you, it seems to make all the difference. Immediately, you react, back arching up from its place against Steve’s chest with a sound that makes the Captain purr behind you.

“Mm...must feel good,” he notes, a hand gliding along your tummy until he can palm your breast. “Can you tell us, sweetheart?” He punctuates the question with fingers around your nipple, tweaking lightly.

Your lips part, but no words follow; not at first. It’s like your body and mind are disconnected, static in the places where they usually go together. The fuzziness is welcome, but hard to speak through, and it’s all you can do just to whine when Steve gives your nipple an urgent pinch. Bucky joins in with a cool finger pressing at your cunt, the light whirring from his arm giving you something concrete enough to focus on. ‘S good,” you finally pant, twisting to tuck your head into Steve, “so good.”

Bucky huffs out a chuckle and your entire body goes tight; with his face so close, you can feel every breath. “That mean you’re gonna let us finish you up, just like this?”

It’s a rhetorical question --- has to be, the way he presses the toy tighter to your clit. Still, you answer with an eager nod, legs widening some as if to give him the go ahead. “Please, Buck, ‘m close already, it -- right there, I-I’ll--” Your pleas are pretty, a desperate melody, and they appease every base instinct Bucky has. He’d wanted to keep you on edge a little longer to explore the toy more, but he’s a sucker for his girl; always has been. You win him over without even trying. 

Steve isn’t far behind, cock leaking in his dress pants seeing you so desperate. He hasn’t gotten his hand on the toy yet, but even he seems to feel its effect. The hand that isn’t cupping your breast spreads over your tummy, delighting in the way the flesh underneath tightens and spreads. You’re certainly close --- he knows your body as well as you do. And the thought of it makes him hungry, makes him press teeth into the skin behind your ear as he urges you on: “Go on, honey -- make a mess for us.”

Your peak comes fast after that, punching you in the gut with its intensity. The first wave of orgasm runs right through you, leaving a tremble in its wake, and your hips twist instinctively to escape the toy. Bucky, however, isn’t so forgiving, metal curling around your hip in a vice. Ride it out, he seems to say with a dark, lidded glance from between your legs. 

You whimper in response, head tipping back against Steve’s chest as you fumble for purchase in the warmth of Bucky’s free hand. 

Something tells you this will be a long night. 

Forty minutes later, you can’t see straight.

Your first orgasm had been gradual, as tentative as the men watching this new toy work you. But, after that, it’s like a flip switches in Bucky and Steve, making them greedy for as many more as they can get.

The second one isn’t long after the first. Bucky turns the Satisfyer up to the highest setting, the other end of the spectrum that you hadn’t even gotten a chance to try on your own yet. The first contact lights fire through your sensitive body and you’re on the brink in just minutes.  Toes stretching and curling into the sheets by Bucky’s hips, you’re practically squirming with need and it only takes one good twist of the toy for you to crumble all over again. They give you a break after that, but most of it is spent kissing you too long for you to catch your breath.

You don’t mind that too much, though.

The third orgasm is Steve’s fault. Ever the strategist, he starts thinking through the ways they can play with frequency and angle to make you cum again. You don’t notice it in your foggy comedown, but he’s fished his phone out and flicked through to a page he’s looked over more times that he cares to admit. And when Bucky settles between your legs to get you going again, he finally speaks up. “Buck, I found this review online---” Both you and Bucky turn to him, curiosity in the way you gape, but he’s making a face back that’s loud and clear:  ‘do not ask’. “---that said they were able to cum in a couple minutes with this alone. Had some interestin’ suggestions about how, too.” He grins around a Brooklyn drawl, that handsome face stirring something in you when it looks so devious. “You think we can get our girl finished faster than that?”

They pull it off -- embarrassingly easily at that -- and it’s in the pale of that third climax that they finally, finally press inside you. 

Your cunt is soaked, supple and warm around Steve as he sits you down over his cock. After so much play, the stretch is nothing, a pleasant burn in the pit of your belly that makes your eyes flutter closed. 

“Tell us how you feel,” Steve asks for the second time that night, his voice strained around the effort to keep from fucking you. Even if you’re taking him well -- easier than ever before, in fact -- he’s cautious not to lose his head, no matter how much he wants to. 

No matter how much the urge to plow you into your mattress dizzies him.

Your eyes are still closed when you respond, tongue over your dry lips as you part them with a needy sound. “S-Still good…,” you sigh, mind swimming. You want to move, start to move in a mindless search for some friction. But, the rocking doesn’t last long, stuttering to a stop when you hear the toy click to life  and try to focus through the haze of your pleasure with eyes darting for answers.

You find them in the smug grin on Bucky’s face as he palms the Satisfyer in one hand and works his cock out of his pants with the other. “What,” he purrs, voice lilted in a taunt, “you didn’t think we were done with this yet, did you?”

Oh yeah --- this’ll definitely be a long night.

[ssahoodrathotchner]

Pictures of You

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: you lose your memories of the last few years, including the ones of your relationship with Aaron. The rest of the team thinks it’s hilarious.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: memory loss, swearing, some angst, hospital, talk of injuries, team shenanigans and fluff

A/N: okay this was a lot of fun to write bc soft!Hotch rights !! also really wanted to make the team play a larger role in a fic so here we go :)

Masterlist

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You wake in a hospital bed, Morgan by your side, and a godawful pounding in your cloudy head. With a groan, you try to raise one of your hands to cover your eyes as Morgan’s head shoots up to stare at you with a relieved smile.

“Hey,” he says, catching your hand before you can lift it higher, “Don’t do that. You had a nasty fall, Princess.”

Satisfied that you won’t make any more moves towards your head, he sits back down at your side.

“Should I even ask how you’re doing or…” he trails off when you glare at him. “I’ll go let the team know you’re okay. Boss Man will be happy to hear you finally woke up,” and with that, Morgan is up and out of the room before you can even open your mouth because what.

Shifting around in the bed, you try to gauge just how injured you are, but the soreness in literally your entire body coupled with the haziness in your mind from the constant pain makes you conclude that you’ll leave it to the doctors to tell you what’s wrong. Sighing, you gently tilt your head to the side and observe the various beeping monitors.

The door opens and as you turn to see who it is, your mouth opens in disbelief. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no fucking way. This is fake. This is a dream. Your stomach simultaneously drops and fills with dread. How is this possible?

“You’re dead. You’re dead. We buried you,” you say in a rush, as none other than Emily fucking Prentiss stops by the side of your bed, looking at you confusedly. “Does this mean I’m dead? Are you a ghost?” you wonder out loud, and Emily looks behind her as the rest of the team, except Hotch, file in behind her, seemingly fine with her sudden appearance.

“How are you here, why are you here, what happened? You died. You’re supposed to be dead which means I’m probably dead,” you continue to ramble, frantically looking from at each member of your team and then back to Emily.

“What? Y/N, you aren’t dead. Just like I’m not dead,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“But you are,” you say shakily, chest tightening as your breaths become shorter and shorter.

“Y/N…” she says slowly, softly, “I faked my death four years ago.”

And with that, your ears rush and your mind goes blank. No no no no no no we buried her six months ago, she’s dead. You don’t notice the rest of the team trading glances around you as the world you thought you knew shatters and reforms in your mind.

“No,” you croak, throat suddenly constricting, but Emily only looks at you worriedly, Reid slipping out the door behind her.

“Y/N, can you take some deep breaths for me?” and your head turns to find JJ at your other side, hand on your shoulder. “Let’s breathe, you can do this,” she says, taking exaggerated breaths to demonstrate, smiling gently as you cooperate.

Reid enters, now, followed by a doctor who, immediately upon reaching your side, proceeds to shine a light in your eyes and asks you to complete all sorts of short tests while the team looks on.

“Now, Agent Y/L/N, Dr. Reid informed me that you seem to be having some memory issues, which is normal,” the doctor assures you, “especially with the head trauma you endured. So, tell me what you can remember and we’ll go from there,” he says with a helpful smile.

Fuck. What do you remember?

“Well…” you trail off, trying to pin-point an exact moment. “I remember Emily—Agent Prentiss’—funeral because it was six months ago, but apparently—” your eyes slide over the rest of the team, “—apparently, it was more like four years ago,” you finish slowly.

“And that’s as recent as you can remember?” the doctor pushes. You nod your head. “Well, Agent Y/L/N, it seems that you have post-traumatic retrograde amnesia, which isn’t a surprise, as I said before. My guess is that it’s temporary, and that you’ll recover your memories in time.”

“Any ideas how long?” Emily speaks up, carefully looking at your face.

“With cases such as these, there isn’t a definite timeline or standard procedure for memory recovery,” the doctor explains. “It may help to look at photos or videos and tell stories to try and help Agent Y/L/N heal quicker, but the brain is tricky,” and with that wonderful statement, the doctor turns and exits, leaving you and your team staring at each other, processing the fact that you don’t know when you’ll get your memories of the last four freakin’ years back.

“So, from the research I’ve done, it seems that—” Reid is cut off by the door flying open and Aaron Hotchner, your Unit Chief, bursting into the room with a concerned look on his face wearing a hoodie and jeans.

Morgan tries to grab his shoulder, but Hotch shakes him off as he walks right up to your bedside and grabs your hand. Holy shit. Heat rises to your cheeks instantly and you think your heart might have actually skipped a beat but, you can’t help it, you’ve had a crush on Hotch for ages and he’s holding your hand. But you don’t remember a time when Hotch was so forward in showing concern for one of his agents.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, Sweetheart—” you’re pretty sure you’re dreaming because Hotch has never called you Sweetheart. Ever. You’ve also never seen him in anything other than a suit. “—Jessica called because Jack has the flu and then he wanted to talk to me and—”

“Hotch!” Morgan all but yells, interrupting Hotch’s update on Jack, as you stare pointedly at his hand, still holding yours, trying to control the redness growing steadily stronger in your cheeks. What the hell.

“Hotch,” Morgan states, softer this time, “The last thing Y/L/N remembers clearly is Prentiss’ funeral.”

You look up with a weak approximation of a smile, and watch Hotch’s face shift as he comprehends what Morgan said.

“That was years ago,” he says slowly, face hardening into a look you’ve seen too many times when he tries to separate himself from the information he’s received.

Looking down at you, you can’t tell what he’s thinking, so you divert your eyes to his hand in yours. Once he notices this, he gently lets go and you know it’s silly, but you almost reach out for it again. Who knows the next time Hotch will want to hold your hand?

“So you don’t…” he doesn’t finish his question, which leaves you even more confused. Don’t what…?

“Umm. If it’s happened in the last four-ish years, then umm… Then I probably don’t remember it,” you say quietly, apologetically. “Sir,” you add on quickly, not wanting to forgo formalities even if your memory isn’t what it’s supposed to be.

However, instead of nodding, like you thought he would, Aaron Hotchner looks sad which confuses you even more.

“Aaron,” Rossi begins slowly, “the doctor said that talking about what’s happened since then may help Y/N’s memory come back.” Hotch looks up, almost relieved. “So why don’t you tell her something that’s happened since Prentiss’ funeral.”

And with that, Hotch takes a breath before reaching across your body to your other hand and holding it up. Not quite sure what’s happening, you allow him to hold your left hand up in your line of vision and that’s when you notice a fucking wedding ring. On your hand. Which Hotch is holding.

“I’m married?” you screech, looking at the team, who are now all trying not to laugh for some reason. “Who am I married to? Holy shit, what?” you continue looking around. Morgan and Prentiss look like they’ll break into outright laughter any minute. What’s going on?

Looking helplessly to Hotch, who is suspiciously quiet, you don’t have to repeat your question before he is carefully letting go of your left hand to hold his own up next to it and since when did Hotch wear a wedding band? Until you notice the striking similarities between the ring on your hand, and the one on your boss. What the actual fuck.

“We’re married?” you say, whipping your head to the side—ouch—to stare at Hotch, who is looking a little more amused than worried. “What? When? I just…” you can’t even finish your train of thought because your head is spinning so fast.

“Is it really that much of a surprise, Princess?” Derek chimes in. “I mean, you guys have been in love with each other forever,” and with that, he and Prentiss dissolve into a fit of laughter, which they try to smother, but you’re too busy taking in this very new and very interesting life development.

At some point in the last couple years, you married Hotch. Which means he knows you like him. And he likes you. You dated Hotch and now you’re fucking married. And you can’t remember any of it.

“…I don’t remember it…” you say sadly, softly and the laughter ceases.

Running a hand through his hair, Hotch takes a step back and shrugs, a small, reassuring smile on his face.

“We’ll figure it out, Sweetheart—” your stomach erupts into butterflies, “—we always do.”

With a sigh, you sink back into the pillows on your bed and stare at the ceiling, head throbbing worse than before thanks to all the new information.

“I just…” you pause to think about your current dilemma. “I just don’t know where to start with all this…Getting my memory back,” you look to Hotch and then the team, unsure of what to do.

“Well, the doctor did say that photos and videos might help. I’d be willing to recount every conversation we’ve had since Emily’s funeral, if you want, including the ones that you weren’t a part of, but were about you or a case,” Reid offers with a grin, and your heart melts.

Slowly shaking your head, you answer, “Thanks but maybe later, Spence. I’m still stuck on the whole I’m-married-to-my-boss thing right now.”

“Trust me Princess,” Derek laughs “I’m pretty sure all of us could tell you about how everything went down like a damn movie.”

“Yeah…” JJ continues with a fond shake of her head, “You guys weren’t very subtle about it.”

Sneaking a look out of the corner of your eye, you catch Hotch blushing and staring down at his shoes before he also sneaks a look at you, meeting your eyes.

“See?” Derek’s voice breaks your gaze. “This is exactly what I was talking about. You guys weren’t subtle and still aren’t,” rolling his eyes, he laughs a little and you can’t help but smile.

“At least they’re married this time around,” Rossi supplies. “No more ‘secret’ glances and yearning,” he says with such contempt you can’t help but laugh as Hotch—Aaron? — lets out a small chuckle of his own.

“Now I just need to remember how we got here,” you say, feeling a little more at ease. Slowly, you reach for Hotch’s left hand, studying the ring the matches your own. “Remember us,” you continue, just to him, and the smile that overtakes his face is the best thing you’ve seen since waking up.

“You weren’t wrong, Morgan,” comes Emily’s voice from the end of your bed. “This is just like a movie. Ugh. But don’t worry, Y/N, we’ll help you sort this out.”

“And I know just the woman for the job,” Morgan adds with a mischievous smirk which immediately makes you wonder about whatever it is he has planned.

“Now as much as I’d love to watch the two lovebirds gaze into each other’s eyes, I actually have plans,” Rossi states, looking down at his watch. “So, I’ll be back tomorrow. Have a good night, Y/N,” he says before waving to the rest of the team and leaving.

The rest of the team makes their own excuses to leave, and you can’t help but feel like Morgan and Prentiss have concocted some sort of scheme to “help” you get your memories back.

Running a hand over your face, you sigh. What now? The sound of someone clearing their throat makes you look up and realize that Hotch hadn’t left with the others, but was instead standing near the foot of your bed, looking somewhat anxious.

“I ummm… I was planning on spending the night here to make sure you were okay, but umm…” he trails off, unsure.

“But since I have no memory of us being together you think it’s weird…?” you ask gently.

“Yeah,” he answers in a sigh. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by being here, especially because I know how frustrating and confusing this must be for you…”

“Hotch,” you start, but he can’t hide his wince when you call him that. “Aaron,” you try again. “Yes, this is incredibly confusing and frustrating because Emily should be dead and I didn’t think you had feelings for me at all,” you pause and see him smile, just a bit, “But I’d really like it if you stayed here. With me. Because—” you take a deep breath. “—Because you make me feel safe, Aaron, and I need that right now,” you say gently, not quite sure where the confidence came from, but Aaron’s eyes soften and his smile grows bigger as his shoulders drop in relief. Worth it.

“Then I’ll stay,” he says, and you can’t help the heat that once again rises in your cheeks as he continues to look at you.

You guys are married, dammit. Pull it together.

Averting your gaze, you turn your attention to getting more comfortable in your bed and decide to fuss with the placement of your pillows because damn was your back starting to hurt, but Aaron beats you to it. Within ten seconds of arranging the pillows behind you, he has them perfect.

“How…?” you start to question, but he just raises his eyebrows. “Right. Married,” you say with a shake of your head.

Aaron finally sits in the chair next to your bed and reaches, almost absentmindedly, for your hand before catching himself and stilling. You can see the fight in his mind—he wants to comfort you and himself, but with your memory, he doesn’t quite know where your boundaries are. Taking pity on him, you grab his hand yourself, weaving your fingers together so he knows it was on purpose. Okay so you really just wanted to hold his hand again, but you’re married! You’re allowed. He takes a deep breath and leans back in the chair, turning his head to really look at you.

“How’s your head?” he asks, brow furrowed in what you’ve come to understand is genuine concern.

You pause and consider for a moment.

“Not terrible, but not great,” you say slowly. “It’s like there’s a fog in my mind that I can’t see through. I know I’m missing stuff, but I just don’t know what.”

Aaron gently squeezes your hand, but doesn’t speak yet.

“I want to know what brought Emily back, how we happened, what it was that gave me this fucking injury, I just…” with an exasperated huff, you collect yourself. “I just want to know.”

“Well, Emily should be the one to tell you her part of the story, and as for us,” he gives you a smile “it’s a longer answer, at least for me, so that will have to wait—Sorry, Sweetheart,” he says when you pout. “However, I can tell you about what landed you in the hospital. How does that sound?”

“It’s a start,” you tease, and yes Aaron smiles wider and rolls his eyes.

“We were chasing an unsub, and Garcia had tracked him to a warehouse not too far from Quantico. We went there and—” his voice wavers. You squeeze his hand. “—and the unsub had set explosives around the perimeter of the building. I guess you got too close to him when trying to talk him down and he triggered the whole set.” Aaron sighs, and his eyes are glazed over like he’s reliving this—which he probably is—and there’s nothing you can really do besides let him take his time.

“You weren’t right by any of them, but you were thrown back and had hit the ground before I could even yell at you to stop—not that you would have listened,” he says pointedly with a watery laugh. “You just laid there, Morgan and I carried you over to the medics as soon as the dust settled and they took you away as we cleared the rest of the scene.”

“And the unsub?”

“He didn’t survive the explosion. As soon as we figured that out, we left it to the local PD and crime scene techs.” He looks at you softly. “We came straight here after that.”

“How long was I out before today,” you ask lightly, curiously.

“Three days. Dave had to convince me to go home and shower on the second day.” He looks down before sneaking a sideways glance at you.

“Well I’m glad he did,” you tease, scrunching your nose.

“And I’m glad you’re awake, Sweetheart,” he replies, squeezing your hand.

You laugh and look away before mumbling, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

“Get used to what?” he waits a second. “Sweetheart?” Motherfucker. He knows what he’s doing.

“That! I woke up convinced you didn’t have feelings for me at all,” you say with a glare, “and now I know we’re married and you keep being so nice and understanding and calling me Sweetheart and I just don’t know how to deal with all of this!” you finish in a huff.

“I just feel bad that I can’t remember this, us” you add, gesturing between the two of you. “I’m trying and there’s just—” you make a frustrated noise and flop back to stare at the ceiling. “And my head still kind of hurts,” you add softly, almost pouting.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Aaron whispers. He clears his throat before continuing. “You’ll get your memories back,” he leans forward to stroke some hair off your forehead. “And until then, you know the team and I will do what we can to catch you up and help you remember.”

You push your head further into his hand with a sigh. He runs his hand through your hair a few times before pulling back and you almost whine. You yawn instead. Settling down, you tug the blanket up higher across your chest and turn to face Aaron as he also gets comfortable. He turns on the small television in your room and at some point, you fall asleep holding his hand.

---

You wake to the sound of the door opening, followed by the unmistakable click-clack of heels worn by none other than Penelope Garcia.  

“Rise and shine! Time to regain your memory, lovely Y/N,” she sings, coming to a stop by the side of your bed as you roll over with a yawn.

“Pen—” you groan. “Let me sleep. Please.”

“Oh no, my little profiler. Do you have your memory back?” You shake your head. “Then we need to work on that! And don’t you dare tell me no; my wonderful Derek Morgan and I were up all night making this for you,”

You raise your eyebrows.

“Sadly, not like that. But, we compiled a presentation-slash-video montage for you about what you’ve missed!”

That catches your attention.

“Wha--? How? Penelope where did the footage come from?” you ask, more awake now.

“Well, I may or may not have used security cam footage for a lot of it, but that’s neither here nor there, so, without further ado, I present to you: your life for the past four-ish years!” and with that, she somehow connects her tablet to the TV and you see a picture of the whole team; Penelope then produces a remote from the depths of her purse and then proceeds to the next slide.

Which is a photo of you. And Aaron. Standing by the coffee machine in the office and smiling at each other, clearly unaware that the moment was being documented. The image is embellished with what must be close to fifty moving, sparkly hearts, obviously done by Garcia.

“First thing’s first,” she starts with a flourish. “Your husband!” and as if on cue, Aaron walks into the room, cup of coffee in hand. Much to your surprise, Aaron just rounds your bed to sit in the same chair you assume he fell asleep in, watching the screen.

“What is happening,” you say softly to yourself, looking from Aaron to Garcia and back.

“The doctor said photos and videos might help restore your memory, so who better to put something together than Garcia?” Hotch answers dryly, a small smile flashing across his face. “The rest of the team should be here shortly,” he says directly to Garcia.

“Oh good. I always work better with an audience,” she replies as you continue to process just what the hell is happening since you woke up approximately five minutes ago.

Within a few minutes, your hospital room is overrun with the rest of the team. Sitting, standing, leaning wherever they can find the space to view Penelope’s presentation with you in the middle of it all.

“Don’t you people have jobs?” you grumble.

“C’mon, Princess. Who better to help you remember the last few years than us?” Derek says with a cheeky grin that makes you roll your eyes.

You turn your gaze to Aaron and find that he’s already looking at you in concern.

“If you really don’t want all of us here we can leave,” he says just loud enough for you to hear.

“I just…” you take a moment to try and collect your thoughts. “I guess I just don’t know how to feel about all of this, but you’re all here so— “

“So here we go!” Penelope cheerfully finishes your sentence before turning back to the screen. “As I was saying before, part one of Operation Get Y/N’s Memories Back is all about—drumroll please—our very own Unit Chief, a.k.a. Hotch, a.k.a. loving husband to our very own Agent Y/L/N.”

With a shake of your head, purposefully ignoring the way Derek and Emily are whooping and whistling, you settle in and gesture for Penelope to continue. God, let’s hope this works.

---

It doesn’t work.

Fuck.

Three almost four hours later and nothing has changed for you. However, it’s a lovely opportunity for some team bonding and creating new memories, but you’re still disappointed. It’s not for lack of trying, though. Penelope did a wonderful job of pulling together a presentation-slash-video montage of your life, complete with titles such as ‘Your lovely husband,’ ‘The Miraculous Life, Death, and Subsequent Resurrection of Emily Prentiss,’ and even ‘Badass BAU Babies,’ which was a collection of team photos and news clips of cases you guys had closed in the past few years.

The whole team had gotten a kick out of each section, especially the last one, as Penelope had spared no one in her quest to help your memory; ugly selfies sent in the BAU group chat, embarrassing footage of you tripping up (and down) the stairs to the bullpen—courtesy of the security cameras, Reid doing physics magic and narrowly missing Rossi’s coffee cup, it was all there. But nothing worked, there was no magical ah ha moment where everything came rushing back. If anything, it really was like watching a movie; it didn’t feel like you were the one is all of these clips and photos. Not even Reid’s commentary made you feel any closer than before to recovering your memories.

It wasn’t all bad, though. Penelope had a veritable stockpile of photos of you and Aaron, ranging from the office, to cases, to the occasional night out with the team. Your engagement announcement, wedding photos, freakin’ everything on the two of you and yet, nothing seemed to make a difference to your brain.

The photo on the screen was one of you and Aaron on a case. You were tucked under his arm, snowflakes visible in your hair and his as you look up and laugh at something he said while he just smiles gently down at you. Penelope had put hearts over both your eyes.

“Actual heart eyes! I had to! You guys are so cute!” she basically squealed when the photo came up.

“What did I tell you,” Rossi said teasingly, “Yearning.”

Prentiss and Morgan hadn’t stopped laughing for this entire segment, with JJ and Reid occasionally joining in if there was something exceptionally ridiculous Penelope had included, like fucking heart eyes.

A hand covering your own makes you realize you had spaced out, and you look down to see that it’s Aaron’s hand, wedding band catching the light.

“Anything, Sweetheart?” he asks in a low voice, carefully watching your face.

You shake your head. “It’s like it’s someone else’s life, but I know it’s mine; you’ve told me it’s mine, there’s photographic evidence that it’s mine!” you say in a huff. “It just doesn’t feel like it’s mine,” you whisper, voice breaking at the end. Tears gather in your eyes and you bite your lip to stop it from shaking as you desperately try and control your overwhelming emotions. You can hear the team in the background, strategizing new ways to help you, but Aaron’s face hovers in front of your own, drawing your attention.

“It’s okay,” he says lightly, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“No, it’s not,” you insist as a few tears make their way down your face. “It’s not, Aaron. What if this is it? What if I just don’t get my memories back?”

Letting out a long sigh, Aaron raises your hand to his lips and kisses your palm before folding your hand into his.

“You will. I know you will,” he says with such conviction you might just believe him if it weren’t for the way he rapidly blinks to keep his own tears at bay.

“Yeah, Princess.” Morgan chimes in from somewhere across the room. “We’ll figure this out, you know we will.”

And with that, you see something click into place in Aaron’s eyes and suddenly, he’s looking at you in such a way that your heart picks up—thanks, heart monitor.

“Aaron…?” you ask cautiously.

“Princess,” he says it so simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You only have time to raise an eyebrow at him before—

Oh.

Kissing Aaron Hotchner is something you could definitely get used to. His hand comes up to cradle your face as he gently moves his lips against yours. You sigh and can feel his smile against your mouth before he’s tugging your face closer, tilting your head just so and—

There.

It’s like opening a window to let in a breeze. Soft and sure, filling the space in a way that’s all-encompassing without being suffocating.

Like snowflakes falling and settling on his black jacket, like Aaron down on one knee sliding your engagement ring on your finger while you smile so much it feels like your face will break. It’s leaving cups of coffee on his desk during late nights in the office. It’s playing soccer with Jack as Aaron smiles and cheers both of you on. It’s being in bed late at night, falling asleep in the comfort provided by the man you love. Your wedding vows, promising to love him forever.

And you know.

With a gasp, you pull Aaron closer, kiss him deeper, harder, moving your lips more frantically against his. I remember I remember I remember and you think he gets it because he pulls back and looks at you with so much hope it almost breaks your heart.

“When I said I’d love you forever, Aaron Hotchner, I meant it.”

And his face breaks into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen as he laughs in disbelief before capturing your lips with his again, returning the urgency you had kissed him with just moments ago.

Someone clears their throat and you pull apart, smiles obvious on both your faces as you turn to the team who are looking somewhat confused.

“Would you mind enlightening us as to why you two are suddenly acting like teenagers?” Rossi asks, eyebrows raised.

“Well,” Aaron starts, grinning in your direction, “It would seem that— “

“Nuh uh. No way,” Derek interrupts him. “Are you seriously about to say that you kissed her and she magically remembered?”

You can’t help but laugh at his disbelief because what the hell and nod, unable to speak through the giddiness overtaking your body. You remember.

“Ohmygod! You guys!!” Penelope squeals before launching herself into your arms for a hug which she promptly pulls Aaron into as well; he doesn’t protest.

“What made you do that, Hotch?” Reid asks curiously once Penelope has let you and Aaron go. “Did you know it would work?”

“Princess,” Aaron says with a nod towards Morgan. “In Jack’s storybooks, a kiss always wakes the Princess so she and her prince can live happily ever after.”

Okay that’s adorable and you can’t help but aww with the rest of the team at Aaron’s confession.

“Happily ever after, huh?” you say, tugging on his hand. “Who knew you were such a sap, Hotchner?”

Rolling his eyes, Aaron just smiles. “Wasn’t it obvious from Garcia’s presentation? I’ve been in love with you forever, Sweetheart. And besides, it worked, didn’t it?” he says with a smug smile. 

You pull him down for a short kiss before moving back just enough to murmur “My Prince Charming.”

“I can’t believe you guys,” you turn to see Morgan shaking his head. “A literal fuckin’ fairytale,” and then he’s laughing and the whole team, you and Aaron included, are laughing with him because yeah this is pretty surreal.

“I can’t believe you thought I was a ghost!” Emily says once the laughter has died down, her arms crossed in mock-anger.

“Can you blame me?” you retort. “The last thing I remember was burying you and suddenly you’re here? Nope. No way. Ghost. Only explanation.”

“I have to say, Y/L/N, I’m glad you’re back, if only to stop Aaron’s sad puppy-dog eyes every time you called him ‘Hotch,’” Rossi shakes his head. “I don’t know how much more yearning I could take.”

“Hey! Be nice,” JJ admonishes, swatting Rossi’s shoulder. “I think it’s sweet.”

“Yeah guys,” you echo. “Be nice! Don’t think I forgot you two,” you say, leveling Morgan and Prentiss with glares, “and all your laughter when I couldn’t remember that my husband and I were married!”

“Oh c’mon, Princess,” Morgan groans. “It was pretty funny. You were trying so hard not to look completely in love with your husband.”

“In my defense,” you start, “I didn’t know that you guys already knew how much I love Aaron, so excuse me for trying to hide my love,” you say with a sniff.

“Well, it was pretty obvious. Whenever you looked at him or he grabbed your hand, the heart monitor would register an increase in your heart rate by—” Reid starts to ramble but your laughter cuts him off.

“I get it, I get it,” you continue through your laughter. “I’m very in love with Aaron, even when I think it’s a secret, but as Penelope’s presentation so eloquently demonstrated, I’m not subtle and neither is he.”

Aaron leans over to kiss your cheek as the rest of the team continues into a conversation about Penelope’s presentation and how the hell she collected all those photos and videos in one day.

With the attention no longer on you—for now—you smile at Aaron, who smiles right back. He slumps back in his chair with a sigh, and you can’t help but pull him back closer to you.

“I love you,” you say kissing the back of his hand.

“I love you more, Sweetheart,” he replies softly.

Yeah, this is happily ever after.

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Through The Years

Edward Nashton x Wayne!F!Reader

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Diversion From Canon

Summary~ Y/N And Eddie Move In Together

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An~ Three quarters of the way through this series. Yall ready for this to end?😭 I've obviously never bought a house before so this is 💫inaccurate💫 this is bad and pretty boring but I needed to get something out, don't worry though, the next part is ULTRA cute.

<5 Years Ago>

<27 Years Old>

You had been dating Edward for two years, you had recently begun discussing moving in together. You reached the mutual decision that you would both buy a house together closer to the outskirts of the city.

Ever since you came to the agreement, you spent a lot of nights together, scrolling through all the houses for sale. You currently sat on his laptop, looking through all the options whilst he quietly worked on some riddles beside you, smiling to himself as he wrote.

After searching through all the options, you found the perfect one, you instantly fell in love with it. Concealing your excitement, you show him the listing.

"Hey Ed? This ones cute." You moved to show him the cozy home on the screen. The house was an average sized yet cute home, painted a warm beige with a lush garden out front.

"Wow." He smiled brightly, he imagined his life there with you. Those sweet domestic moments together, cooking, dancing, cuddling, his eyes filled with tears at the thought.

"You like it?" You enquire softly, grazing his hand gently.

"I love it." Edward whispers

~~

The week later you both decided to visit the house, wanting to see it in person. The morning of your visit, you and Edward were equally excited to check out your dream home. You both woke up giddy, exchanged a sweet, romantic kiss before getting up to get dressed, stealing kisses between each piece of clothing you put on.

"You ready?" You asked him once you were both completely dressed, with your coats on and everything you needed when you left the house.

He nodded enthusiastically, kissing you softly before opening the door, following you out and closing it again, locking it behind him.

The owner guided you both around the property, as you and Edward explored the house together you fell more and more in love with it. You both had already decided to buy the house before you even visited it but viewing it in person firmed the decision for you both.

~~

Months later, you and Edward were almost finished moving into your dream home, only needing to move the last few pieces of furniture before the rest of your lives would begin.

"I'm so excited!" Edward squeaked into your ear as the movers lifted everything into their truck.

"I am too Eddie Baby!" You kissed his cheek softly, before you both entered your car and begun driving towards your new home.

"I can't believe this is finally happening!" He exclaimed, "Why did this take so long my dear?" He gently picked up your hand, placing a delicate kiss to it.

"Uggh, I'll never know. But it's over sweetheart." You soothed, smiling lovingly.

~~

A week after you both got settled into your new home, Edward was still waking up in the middle of the night from his nightmares. He often woke you up with him, you'd comfort him and hold him for as long as he needed. Tonight he was careful, you deserved a night without having to deal with him. You always told him how he would never be a burden on you, he tried to believe you but it was difficult due to his insecurities and self doubts.

He quietly left the bed and began walking towards his private office. He kept a secret journal in a hidden compartment in one of the drawers in his desk. It held his darkest thoughts, his horrific desires, the sickest parts of him he'll never let you see. He opened it carefully and turned to a blank page to write about his dream, which would eventually evolve into his hatred for this city. Edward lost track of time, stopping his writing when he heard you open the door.

"Eddie Baby?" You come up behind him, he quickly closes the journal before you manage to see what he was writing, "What's that babe?" You ask, gently kissing is ear.

"Nothing." He answers, fast, standing and turning to hold you properly.

"Okay... well, what do you want for breakfast hon?" You inquire.

"I'll just have whatever you want." He answers as he started playing with your hair.

"Alright love." You smile and kiss his nose before you left to go make breakfast.

Once you closed the door behind you, Edward opened the journal to review what he had written, the endless pages of the usual things he wrote about weren't surprising, what was though was his shockingly thorough plan to cleanse the city. Based on the Renewal folder he'd found whilst living in the Wayne Manor with you, he had made a plan to fix everything.

Rereading the plan, he was very proud of it. Edward knew it had to be done by someone, the only thing stopping him was the thought of how angry you'd be at him, part of the plan included killing your brother.

Edward quickly shoved the journal back into the secret compartment before he exited his office to help you cook breakfast.

As much as he wants to go through with his plan, he won't risk it. He can't. He lost you once, and he'll never let that happen again.

Pt13

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Sealed With A Kiss

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summary: reader rushes to the hospital after getting a call from garcia saying spencer got injured on another case.

warnings: mentions of being in a hospital, mentions of getting hurt on a case,

word count: 1k

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

a/n: yeah hi hello, this is my blurb entry for @ellesgreenaway​ ‘s 1k follower celebration! congratulations again India! You deserve it sweetheart <3 .

a/n #2 i fr don’t know how i feel abt this one lol

You were never one to pray, never. You couldn't recall a single time that you ever prayed, was there ever actually a time that you did? Right now though? You were pleading to whatever God there was that Spencer would be okay. That he’d wake up so you could finally tell him that you loved him for the first time.

You knew the dangers of the job, in fact, that was the initial aspect Spencer warned you about when he met you four months ago. He warned you of all the feasible problems you’d have to face. That clearly hadn’t stopped you from believing that it’d never happen, that just because he was with you it’d never happen to him again. What young, dumb, and naive thinking that was. So, when you got that phone call? Reality struck and it was safe to say you were terrified. Terrified of what that meant, for Spencer, and for your relationship. This truly felt like a sick joke, what were the chances of Spencer dying before you got the chance to tell him you loved him?

The muffled voices slowly began to grow clearer as you aimlessly searched for his room, as you scoured to find your Spencer. As you suspected, quite a few of his friends filled the room, smiles radiating off their faces, clearly happy to see that Spencer was doing well.

Once your presence became known they quickly found their way out, greeting you with hugs and the occasion arm squeeze “Hi”

“Hi” he weakly smiled, you quickly taking his hand into your own.

“Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“Not too long, maybe half an hour” A silence fell upon you two, you weren’t sure where to go with this, what’s next?

You groaned softly rubbing your face in frustration, you thought about what you wanted to say but, right now? Your mind was going blank, “God, I’m sorry I don't even know what to even say to you right now. I’m not very good with words”

“You've never done this before, have you?” Was it that obvious? Before you met Spencer you had very little dating experience so, either Spencer was really good at his job or you don’t do a very good job at keeping your facial expressions in check.

“Have I ever had to drive three hours worried about my boyfriend who could’ve died because he was being reckless and didn’t follow protocol? No Spencer, I don't think I have“ shit.

“Sorry that was mean” you quickly began apologizing, you didn’t intend to be so hard on him.

“No, it’s okay, don't apologize I understand” he didn’t mind. Truthfully, he was expecting it. He would’ve reacted the exact same way if roles were reversed, it was a fairly new relationship, he’d think it was odd if you didn’t react like you just had. His thumb soothingly glides over your skin causing you to meet his gaze.

That simple gesture resulted in you feeling that heavyweight in your chest, then the tears began to well in your eyes, you could have lost him this precious soul who deserved so much more than what life had to offer him.

Spencer felt your body begin to tense and caught a glimpse of the way your eyes began to swell with tears, “Don’t cry, what’s the matter?” Why was he trying to make you feel better? He was the one in the hospital bed, you should be the one comforting him. But, that’s just Spencer.

“I don’t know how I did it before”

He tilted his head quizzically trying to grasp onto what you were meaning, “Did what?” for someone so smart how could he be so dense?

“Live without having you in my life,”

“I know it's still early in our relationship and perhaps you think I'm batshit crazy but which is fine but, just the idea of you not being here with me, alive. It physically makes me nauseous” Spencer watched you thoroughly explain your frustration with a slight flail of your hands, a quirk similar to his own. Cute.

“Baby, look at me, ” his voice seemed to snap you out of the endless rambles. “I’m okay” he stared at you intently waiting for a response to tell him that you understood, whether it was verbally or physically. He needed you to know that he was okay.

“Come here”

“What if I hurt you?” he quickly rolled his eyes, opening his arms up for you, fingers swiftly wiggling with anticipation.

“Are you seriously trying to deprive me of hospital bed cuddles?”

you softly laugh, “I’d be a fool if I did that wouldn’t I?” he moved his body toward the left leaving room for you both to comfortably fit on the mattress.

“Very much so” you slowly climbed in beside him, basking in his warmth, you let out a delighted sigh.

“I was scared,” you admitted.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he sighed laying his head on top of your own, “You smell nice” the small compliment had the two of you in a fit of laughter.

“Thanks I was washing my hair when Penelope called” he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion,

“Wait you brought your phone in the shower with you?”

“You’d be surprised how many conversations we’ve had while I was in my bathtub”

“You could’ve told me, I would call at a better time” you chuckled as your finger delicately traced over the pattern on his gown.

“What? And ruin my two favorite things? Talking to my favorite guy and a bubble bath? Not a chance Dr. Reid”

Another silence fell between you both, this time he decided to be the one to break it, “Thank you for being here”

Of course you’d be here, where else would you want to be?

“I love you, you know that right?” the soft movement of his thumb stopped, did he not feel the same? Perhaps you made him uncomfortable?

“Can you say that again for me?” he quietly asked.

“I love you” this time he looked at you with a large smile before gently placing a soft kiss against your lips.

“Yeah, I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that.” you hummed softly, tucking your head into his neck where the faint smell of his cologne still lingered. It was soothing.

This. This right here, this was it for you. You didn’t want this with anyone else, there was no more dating, this was it. You were going to marry him one day, have his children, Spencer is the one person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

“Love doesn't make the world go ‘round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.’ — Franklin P. Jones

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[queersatanic]

"Lucien Greaves", movie night, and the standard a self-described religious leader ought to be held to

So, we need to talk about the difference between:

a) sex positivity

b) crassness

and

c) ...whatever this is

In their 2018 complaint to the Massachusetts Commission Against Discrimination—which wasn’t a lawsuit!!—The Satanic Temple whined about how Doug Misicko’s @LucienGreaves Twitter account didn’t have a blue checkmark like @Pontifex or @DalaiLama.

Lawyer Marc Randazza argued this showed he was being discriminated against (like white nationalists Laura Loomer and Richard Spencer).

So, simply on that level, think about one of the leaders of those religions or organizations tweeting about how the thought of meeting members in person involves lubing up and makes their “peepee hurt”.

We know defenders of The Satanic Temple are already frothing at the mouth about how we must just be looking for any reason to be upset because we don’t understand the “culture” or in-jokes of #TST3K.

They will say this as if that makes it better.

(It does not.)

It is no secret that Doug Misicko’s dating pool has long included people subordinate to him in his role as "Lucien Greaves", figurehead and legal owner of the “700,000-member” international religion The Satanic Temple.

That’s true both past and present.

We've gone back and forth on talking about this directly since it was first passed to us because we don't want to catch others in collateral damage. It does seem increasingly important though, and perhaps more dangerous to not.

This conversation is presumably from a few years ago, per the age given for Doug Misicko / "Lucien Greaves" then (43), and the reference to a past partner of his.

[Redacted Yellow]: Let's just say I USED to talk to Doug (Lucien) privately. [Redacted Green]: Ahhh hah that's a common pattern. I can probably fill in some blanks there. [Yellow]: Hmm so he's done this with other girls too? [Green]: Well depends what he did with you but yeah it was never my business but saw it always. [Yellow]: He seems a bit of a player then. [graf redacted] [Green]: His girlfriend is [Redacted Pink] but yeah he's definitely been giving preferential treatment to his various mistresses who are in the org as council/chapter heads etc. One of the ex chapter heads was showing me him hitting on her and her boyfriend was on national council. Pretty bad. Was he trying that with you too then? [black redacted graf from Green] [Yellow]: Ahh he said he was single! Haha! Yeah I have dick picks still for insurance. Literally told me to come over and stay in the HQ and he's "put out". Wonder if [Pink] knows all this? What a fucking cunt he is. He sent them on his own will…I did not ask for them… [Green]: It's definitely him?! I mean I'm not shocked but that's pretty brazen even for him. I think [Pink] knows about some of the others. Not the full extent. Like I say it's not really my business what people want to do there except if it messes with people I like. [Yellow]: Yeah I spoke to him on Snapchat call and he'd sned me videos of himself jacking off.. Prick. I feel like telling [Pink] everything. I am the wrong one to mess with. Also used to tell me what he's doing and where is and wants out. 43, lives alone with his cat and plays women. Nah, I ain't letting that fly. Poor [Pink]. Doesn't deserve that. She seems a sweetheart. [Green]: It's a shame. Not really what everyone is expecting. [Pink] I didn't deal with much. She can be pretty mean and toxic at times. Not sure how much of that is due to the situation though.

Another example was sent to us last year, and we have wrestled with sharing that more widely ever since, but it's unavoidably relevant here due to the context of "movie night".

Ukrainian: The photo showed the tattoo on his arm. He usually sent a separate photo of the face and a separate photo of the genitals. Person 2: Oh wow. Did he send images of himself masturbating? Ukrainian: Yes, usually there were small videos in which he masturbated.

We also got subsequent independent confirmation from Lucien Greaves and The Satanic Temple itself.

That's because the same young woman was later named and used by The Satanic Temple for promotional purposes when she was caught up in the Russian invasion of Ukraine.

By that time, the two had patched things up again, but it explained why exactly a grown-ass man in his mid-40s was texting a young woman on the other side of the world. As she described via one of TST's official propagandists:

I don’t think I would have been able to get through this if it wasn’t for the support of Lucien Greaves and TST all this time. I was terribly scared, probably I had never had such strong emotions before. And Lucien talked to me all the time to distract me from everything that was happening, it was a very strong emotional support that helped me not to despair. And I don’t think I would have decided to leave the country so quickly with my mother and dog if I didn’t have such wonderful friends. ... I am really very grateful for all the help. In fact, I did not even expect that so many people from TST would support me. To be honest, when Lucien talked about my situation during movie night and people in the chat started writing such kind and warm words, I cried because I felt like a real part of something great and united, like one big family in which everyone loves and cares for each other. I am incredibly happy to be part of such an amazing organization.

Now, this is still difficult terrain to navigate; how much to say? How do you decide whose stories are their own to tell and whose need to be told regardless so others can be warned and avoid a similar experience?

The whisper network that exists is much larger. As you saw from the first text screenshots, it's also been an open secret internally within TST for a long time.

How do you protect the most people and hurt the fewest? There is not a perfect answer.

The Satanic Temple threatens lawsuits and harasses people with as much utter shamelessness as they promote themselves. It is a genuine threat that they will try to retaliate against you and harass you for speaking out about your own experiences. We can't fault people for wanting to avoid being targeted that way, but we do wish more people could come forward as a way to encourage all the others.

So go back and read those tweets celebrating an in-person event for movie night.

Remember this is the same guy who used TST's holiday "Lupercalia" as an excuse to openly solicit nudes from fans.

And measure them by the standard they claim to want: what if the pope, Dalai Lama, or head of the LDS church did that?

[vibraniumwing]

my stars know about you.

a sam wilson x fem!reader blurb wherein sam finds the old videos the reader has when he was snapped away.

WARNING: a bit of angst and tfatws spoilers for those who haven't watched but aside from that, nothing else.

A/N: ha yes hello i impulsively wrote this bcs my muse was so high all of a sudden and i have this monologue ready for it. listened to this playlist right here and wendy ft. john legend’s written in the stars <3 also, is this still a blurb ??

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Sam had promised you he would clean around the house while you go on a fun little weekend with Sarah and the boys, wanting to give you more time to relax and be around his family; his lips churning up into a small yet giddy smile at the thought of the small velvet box hiding somewhere in your shared room that contained the necklace you’ve been eyeing whenever the two of you could go out.

He was half-way done with the things hidden in your work drawer when he came across a flash drive that had a label written on it called visual diary. His brows furrowed lightly as walked to his side of the office, opening his laptop and plugged it in, opening the files to see multiple videos titled with dates, the first one from all the way back in 2018.

Sam shifted in his seat, clicking on that certain video only to be greeted by your tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes, under eyes dark from the possible lack of sleep. His heart dropped at the distraught look on your face as you took a deep breath in before looking into the camera.

“hey sam, it’s me. it’s一 it’s been exactly five days since Nat called me about how you were one of the people who, unfortunately, got snapped into non-existence.”

The way you spoke caused goosebumps to form along his skin, realizing that these were probably videos you'd made five years ago, when the snap happened. Sam’s heart was shattered at how lost you looked from the other side of the screen, wanting nothing more than to cradle you in his arms.

“I’m with Sarah right now, she’s sleeping in her room with Aj and Cass. She’s been strong, but you can see the worry in her eyes一 she’s holding up much better than I am though. I’ve been such a mess, I can’t look into the mirror without seeing… feeling you beside me. I miss you.”

Sam stopped the video, his own tears starting to choke him upon seeing the state that you and his younger sister have been. He knew that it was hard, after seeing Sarah struggle with the family business and keeping things together; seeing you wake up at night with cold sweat glistening on your skin as you jolted up from yet another nightmare of him not coming back.

He wanted to stop from diving deep into the videos but his curiosity was stronger. He scrolled through some more videos, randomly clicking on one.

This time, Sam was greeted with a somewhat cheery you, out on the hill you first confessed your attraction to him一 the same night he admitted that he loves you more than a friend, where everything started between the both of you.

“hey there, handsome. i surely hope you can recognize where i’m at right now, if not, then i guess i’m kicking your ass.”

He chuckled, finding your humor amusing despite how lackluster your tone was as you spoke into the camera. Sam reached up to trace your features that were present on his screen, remembering every single feature of yours, engraving it into the forefront of his mind.

“today’s the day we’re supposed to celebrate our first anniversary, sammy. we should’ve been in hawaii by now, swimming with the fishes or explore the beauty of that island. instead, i’m here, in my car alone on the hill where we first admitted our feelings for each other.”

Sam didn’t fail to notice how you were trying your best to hold back your tears, taking note of how your tongue poked the inside of your cheek一 a habit he noticed you would do whenever fighting strong emotions一 and he whispered a small, “Don’t hold your tears back, sweetheart.” and as if you heard him, you let out a small chuckle.

“if you were here right now, i know you would say something like, “don’t bottle those tears up, beautiful” or something along those lines. i want you to know that i’m trying, sam. but it’s hard, it’s been five long months since you’ve been gone and i don’t know how long i can last without hearing you say you love me or your obnoxious laughter that would resonate through the house.”

“I love you, baby.” was all that left Sam’s lips, tongue jutting out to dampen his lips as he listened to you speak, mind blank as too many thoughts about what he wants to say to you as of the moment are too much.

“i’ve told the stars about your laughter. it’s niche and cliche, i know, but mom told me to tell them all about the people i treasure the most whenever i can’t tell others about them.”

“i told them about how beautiful you are一 about how scintillating your eyes are that they could battle even the brightest star in the sky tonight. i let my stars know about how amazing of a chef you are even though you almost burnt my old apartment’s kitchen down because you forgot about the cake you tried so hard to bake.”

Sam cringed at the memory, nose scrunching up in disbelief that he could forget such a simple task; he spent the night apologizing and all you ever did was smile and lean in to give him a kiss in hopes to shut him up.

“i told my stars about how brilliant you are一 how your words are so deep even with the shortest sentences, about how you can easily captivate me and a bunch of others with the stories that you speak… about how much love you have for me and for everyone you care for. it never ceases to amaze me how you can stand up and fight for the people that you love.”

At this point, Sam was already in tears as you shared about how you spoke about him. He adored how your eyes were filled with that well-known fondness you have whenever you speak about something you love.

As the video ended, Sam was left to look at the reflection of himself on the screen, staring at his reflection as your words echoed in his mind. He always listened to you ramble on about how everyone’s destiny was written somewhere in the skies, their lives aligned like the constellations that shined bright in the nighttime.

Normally, he would brush it off, skeptic to that belief but as he tuned into your stories, he can’t help but believe that in what you were saying. Sam was about to play another video when he heard the familiar jangle of your keys in the front door.

Sam pulled out of his chair and raced over there to meet you, immediately engulfing you in a tight hug before you could even close the door. “Hello, beautiful.” he softly greeted, pulling away to place a light kiss on your temple. “How was your weekend away with Sarah and the boys?”

You chuckled softly at the sudden affection he was giving, dropping your duffel bag on the floor to wrap your arms around his torso, feeling how relaxed he was against you. “It was great! Could’ve been better if you were there to be with us.” you answered, reaching up to peck his lips a few times, making the latter smile. “What’s with the affection? Did you break something, Samuel? Wait一 were you crying?”

He shook his head, adamant in admitting that he was, he lifted you up easily as he took you over to your shared office, sitting back down on his office chair with you in his lap as he showed you the compilation of the videos, “I… I found the flash drive while cleaning and I got a little too curious and decided to see what was on it and well, turns out I got a bit more than what I expected.”

“I was going to show them to you one day, Sam.” you admitted, making yourself comfortable as you snuggled up to him, his arms laced around you securely. “But I wanted to make it a bit more… special since this was a very vulnerable time for me.” the softness in your voice made him curl a single digit under your chin to make you look at him.

“I’m sorry that I left you alone for that long, baby girl.” Sam apologized, feeling incredibly guilty for leaving. Despite knowing it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t bring himself to accept that you and his sister had to spend so many years without him. “I know you’ve told me multiple times that I shouldn’t say sorry, but I can’t help it. You’ve waited for so long.”

“And I’ll wait a million more if it meant I could be with you.” you cut him off, shifting slightly to make you face him completely. “You can go anywhere, anytime, for how long and I would wait for you to come back every single time. So please don’t feel guilty about it, love.” your hands holding the sides of his face as you start to pepper it with gentle kisses.

You smile at his peaceful expression, “My heart is in peace knowing that we’re written somewhere in the stars.” you say to him softly, squishing his cheeks in a playful manner, light laughter filling up the room.

Sam smiled, sealing the feather-like kisses with his lips on yours, capturing it for an intimate one that conveyed how much love he has for you, resting his forehead on yours right after. “You know that I love you, right Y/N?”

“I do and I love you so much more, Sam.”

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