#'im thinking dinner and a movie. taking it slow

[morrithal]

I need to bottle whatever the fuck is going on with Spike, Dru, and Angel

[dollyhao]

ellie standing on big bidness !! nsfw, mating press, dirty talk, slight internalized lesbian phobia, strap on (r!receiving)

ellie loves you so so much. she loves that she knows you like the back of her hand and vice versa. she loves when you guys are joking and laughing together or laying together in bed talking about random shit. she loves when your watching movies together. she loves touching and feeling you.

all these things are the best times in her life, she just wishes that she wasn’t such a secret. that when you go outside together, you dont push away her hugs or swat away her sneaky hands when they reach for your ass. or when she tries to kiss you you don’t dodge them. you give her the same excuse everytime.

“you know we can’t els…” why? because your a fucking model and she guesses the public knowing you are a raging lesbian with a masc gf would ruin your job opportunities (so you seem to think). but when you decide to take her out on her birthday and buy her a beautiful and very expensive guitar and took her out to dinner she can’t help but be reminded of why she fell in love with you.

but you had to ruin it. when you walk out the restaurant after dinner smiling at her, telling her happy birthday. she smiles back leaning in to kiss your lips. you pull away really fast giving her an awkward giggle. ellie’s face drops, why tf does she feel like she’s in love with her straight friend and not her girlfriend?

ellie climbs into the driver seat of the car with a attitude, not saying anything when you climb in. she drives you guys home, silent and face scrunched up in frustration. it’s her fucking birthday for goodness sake, this shit is getting out of hand.

you nervously fidget in your seat. you know you done fucked up this time. so when ellie has your legs pressed by your ears, in a mating press on your bed, tears welled up in your eyes, your not surprised.

“ellie im sorry!” you squeal as you feel her strap brutalize your cervix. “it’s my mf birthday!” she grumbles out accentuating every word with a harsh thrust. “ur too deep els,” you whimper out, pushing at her lower stomach trying to get her to take some out.

she throws your hand away, over your bullshit. “who this pussy belong to?” she says slowing her thrust down when you start clenching down on her. “you~” you whine out now desperate for her to make you cum. “you ever dodge my kiss again…” her hips pick up speed again, “no never again, i promise!” you moan out throwing your head back as you clench around her again.

ellie leans down to kiss you in the messiest way possible, all tongue and spit as she gets wtf led y’all to this moment. you suck on her tongue as you cum on her dick, raking your nails up her back in a desperate attempt to get her closer to you.

she gets off, kneeling between your legs before tapping your face a couple times as you doze off. “got something to say?” you look at her with a fucked out look on your face, “happy birthday, baby”

[nickfowlerrr]

please

GIF by virgo-opinions

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: bit of angst, bit of fluff. sweet ending per usual.

words: 1179

notes: "iM gOnnA WrItE a fiVe SenTenCE dRaBblE". i mean. we all should have seen this coming. thank you in advance for reading, i hope you enjoy this! as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated. let me know what you think!

“Your bed is so much comfier than mine, can I sleep here tonight?”

It’s quiet for a long moment as you make yourself even cozier in Bucky’s bed, nuzzling into the pillow that smells just like him. It is comfier here. And you feel safe as sleep starts to nip at you. It's late, the lights are already out from when Bucky started the movie still playing on the screen, and you know you are both tired - that's why you're already in lounging clothes, having decided to stay in at his place tonight instead of going out to dinner like you'd originally planned. It'd been a long week, as if the mission hadn't been rough enough, the paperwork that's followed has been hell to get through.

All you wanted was a nice night with your boyfriend, and now that you're this comfortable and content, the last thing you want is to move, the leave and have this peace be over as you walk back over to your place. Your bed is a lot colder, and in truth what makes his so comfy is simply his presence.

Even when he's quiet, it's...

Wait, he's still quiet.

You turn your head to look at him as he sits at the foot of his bed. He looks anxious and you suddenly feel your stomach twist. What were you thinking?

You've talking about this before, the night after you first slept together. You'd fallen asleep in his arms and woke up feeling incredible, only to have your heart drop to your stomach when you realized you were alone and Bucky was nowhere to be found... Until you found him on your couch, dark circles under his eyes from no sleep and an apology falling from his lips the second he saw you, sitting up to explain. Nightmares, terrors, he didn't want to get into but wanted to explain why he'd left you alone. He didn't want to risk waking you up to that. You understood, and you'd broached the subject of staying the night a few times since then just to see where he was at, but never pushed. You trusted he'd let you know when he felt ready for it.

But now look at you, pushing without even thinking.

You sit up, a little too suddenly, and Bucky’s head whips to you. The anxiety in his eyes shifts to fear as he meets your embarrassed gaze.

You open your mouth to take it back, to apologize, but he beats you to speaking.

“No, no, no,” he rushes, unthinkingly urging you back down on the mattress as he leans over you; your eyes widen and you let him touch you. It’s a rushed movement, but gentle all the same as he eases you to lay back.

His face is inches away from yours and for a second you forget everything but the gleaming blue of his eyes and the soft plumpness of his lips.

“Stay,” he breathes, “I want you to stay.”

You swallow thickly, finding your throat dry. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean to-“

“I’m sure. I've wanted to ask you for a while, I just… I’m not the most peaceful sleeper,” he says shamefully. "I really don't want to scare you away."

It physically hurts to hear his unease. You want so badly to take his worry away, to show him he has nothing to be scared or ashamed of.

“Nothing you do could ever scare me away."

You can tell just by looking at him that he doesn't believe it, and you don't know how to make him.

You reach a hand to move the strand of hair that's fallen from behind his ear back out of his face before you hold his cheek lightly. You lean up as he leans down and brush your lips against his before you really kiss him, carefully - soft and slow.

"You're always there for me," you murmur, "I wanna be here for you, too." You card your hand though his hair as he lets his forehead fall against yours, his eyes closed in contentment at the feeling before he sighs and sits back.

You watch him for a moment, you can still sense his trepidation...

"You can say no, Bucky," you tell him gently.

He looks at you again, his brows furrowed ever so slighty and a small pout on his lips. "I don't wanna say no. I want you to stay and I want... I want to be normal for you."

Your eyes burn and your throat gets tight as you watch his bright blue eyes blink furiously as he looks away from you again. You sit up all the way and reach for him, turning his head so he's looking you in your eyes.

"Don't do that," you say, doing your best to keep your voice from wavering. "There is no such thing as normal, Bucky. And even if there was, I wouldn't want it. I mean who cares about normal anyway?"

He looks pained as he holds your hand in hand and it's quiet again for a beat.

"I know you don't wanna say no, but you won't be hurting me if you need to."

He doesn't look up from your hand in his, only squeezes it in response.

You smile softly, taking the gesture as his admission that he isn't ready yet, and move to get up off the bed again, only to be stopped by Bucky once more.

"You wanna stay?"

"Only if you want me to," you murmur.

He looks at you, really looks, like he's searching for some sign, something in your eyes that'll give away that you want an escape, that you really want to go. He finds nothing, because it's the last thing you'd ever want.

"Will you lay down with me?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, you almost couldn't hear him over the movie still playing on his television in the background.

"Of course," you say simply as you once again allow him to lay you back down. He joins you this time, slowly laying himself down next to you. When you get comfortable again, he turns into you, and ever so slowly, moves to rest his head on your chest as he lays on his side, hugging himself to you.

It's delicate. One of those moments you know you'll look back on over and over, one you'll always treasure, seeing him feel safe enough with you to be this vulnerable, this soft.

The silence is anything but uncomfortable as you run the fingers of one hand through his hair, massaging away his tension as he relaxes further into you.

"Can I tell you something?" his voice sounds deeper already as he speaks.

"Anything."

"Lately, the only time I can ever manage to fall asleep, is when I picture you here with me." His breathing is getting deeper as he nuzzles into you and you hold him tighter as you push down your rising wave of emotions at his confession.

"I want you to stay..." he murmurs. "Please stay."

[shhuuga]

im sorry but kitchen sex w lee know would be so heavenly. like you’d just be cooking dinner peacefully then all the sudden your bf just comes up from behind to scoop you and turn you around.

then it just turns into a heated makeout session next thing u know your bent over the kitchen counter being pounded into mercessily!!!

AGHJGHFHDHSHDJSSJ

[HTTPS]fuckin' mess.[.ORG]

(this is so bad m sorry, im a bit out of it but thought i'd give yall something to gnaw on while i finish up the final touches on the revamp of big barbie !!)

warning!! this url contains: [ cussin, unprotected $3X, cr3amp1ez, br33din kynk, cum 3ating, nd 0v3rstim ! you've been warned 🙀 smut under da cut! ]

it was like a scene from a movie. the rain outside was pattering against the windows of your shared house with now clear signs of letting up. you stood over the warm slow cooker, taking a spoonful of the curry you were making, trying to decide if it was too spicy for your whiny boyfriend to handle. (if you put too much pepper in his food he'll cry about it, but he'll drown his food in hot sauce) when the food hits your taste buds, you smile contently, just the way you like.

"babyyyy" minho drags himself into the kitchen, his lanky figure hunched over. "im cold."

"that might be because you're shirtless and the heat isn't on, min." you turn around to get a good look at him, wrapping your arms around his neck while giving him one, two, three quick kisses, rolling your eyes as you see his lips are still puckered and give him a fourth.

"you're so smart, my love.." lino nips, his tone sarcastic and cheeky. he lets you go back to tending to the food, thinking for a moment before pushing up behind you, kissing your neck.

"miiin, what're you doing?" you know the answer. he's trying to get you away from your cooking, trying to direct your focus to him. you push back against his cock, feeling it get harder through his sweatpants. fuck, it was working.

"i just want kisses" his voice was smooth, like it always was when he lied. his teeth started lightly grazing right over your soft spot, lapping at it like a kitten. you took a look at the timer set for the food, then at the big, veiny arms that were circling your waist and turned around, softly pushing minho into the kitchen island.

his lips immediately met yours as he picked you up, hands under your butt as he spun the both of you around, setting you on the island. he leaned in, pushing you down softly with his chest to yours until you were holding yourself up by your elbows. the brunette's hands moved from your butt to your thighs, caressing and squeezing your brown skin.

"we'll be done before the food's ready. just wanna get warm.." he leans in to kiss your neck, his hands moving to slip your sweatpants off and push your his shirt up on your waist.

"mhm, whatever you say, min." your voice is sarcastic, knowing he's just horny, not cold. when he shuffles you out of your pants, a chill hits your clit, making you clench around nothing. mim groans at the sight of you, pulling his cock out of his pants before sliding the tip up and down from your clit to your hole, whimpering a little.

"you goin soft, honey?" despite the fact that you were feeling the same thing he was, you teased him. seeing him being soft and submissive was something you almost never got to see with minho, and he hated the power you have over him.

"are you?" his eyes meet yours, his dick sliding inside you, all the way to the hilt. he didn't bother waiting, the way you moaned out and gripped his bicep telling him all he needed to know.

his pace was brutally pleasuring. his dick hitting your g-spot every time he thrusted into you, making it hard for anything to come out of your mouth but broken attempts at saying his name.

"mi..min! ohhh, fuck- don't, don't stop!" you could feel his breathing picking up, a sheen starting to cover his forehead as he started fucking you impossibly faster, his hips not letting up in any capacity. your eyes started to roll back him your head as you shut your eyes, the feeling of an orgasm bubbling in your belly.

"nuh uh, no. look at me- fuck- fucking look at me, baby. i wanna see you, open your eyes." his left hand reaches up to grip your chin softly, in contrast to everything going on beneath it. the hickeys forming on your neck, your titties bouncing in your shirt, and most importantly your boyfriend's dick pounding into your pussy mercilessly.

you open your eyes, biting your lip before letting out one more "baby!" before cumming all over minho's cock. it only takes him four more pumps before he cums too, staying buried inside you even after the fact. kissing your neck and leaving even more hickeys in his wake.

he pulls out after another two minutes, immediately attaching his mouth to your kitty to your complete surprise.

"min! oh, fuck, what're you doing?" your manicured fingers reach his hair in seconds, your head lolling back again.

"ts your fault.." he mumbles into your pussy, his nose bumping into your clit.

"you made such a fuckin' mess."

[bambiifacee]

a short blurb of aaron taking care of sick reader!! bringing her soup, making sure she’s drinking water, etc. literally just super sweet fluff

awhh anon thats so cutee!!! im sorry this took ages, really :( but here you go i hope you like it! <3

☆ sick

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

cw: r being sick, meds, nothin else just aaron watching over you :(

i think aaron would realize youre sick before you do!

you were tidying up the apartment for what seemed like hours at this point. it felt like you were in a slow motion. you felt dizzy and tired and as much as you wanted to blame it on the lack of sleep you knew you were starting to get sick.

lifting his eyes up from the papers aaron looked at your pale face. you tried your best to avoid eye contact because you really didnt want to get sick and while it was easy to lie to yourself you couldnt lie to aaron.

walking up to you aaron gently pressed his hand to your forehead to check your temperature "oh honeyy..." he cooed quietly.

he walked you to the couch and pulled a blanket over you. as much as you wanted to fight him you had no energy to do so.

" 'm going to make you some tea. mint or ginger?" he called from his place in the kitchen. waiting for you answer he started to make dinner.

sometime later he came back into your view with soup, tea and meds. he made you take your meds and sip your tea while putting a movie on the tv.

aaron sat by your side and gently laid your head on his lap. " you do so much for me. i appreciate it, i really do, but what if you get sick?" you asked in a tired but caring tone. "i dont care if i get sick if it means looking after you. besides when was the last time i got sick?" aaron softly reassured you before you drifted off to sleep.

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[pixxiies]

hii, how are you?? i've got a req for you to write! (the explanation is a little long please bare with me) anyways to sum it up, its kinda based of the song casual by doja cat. if you dont really the idea i think you'll kinda get it once you listen to the song, (and im not really good at writing) but to sum it up, reader and chris have got a situationship, or like their just casually hooking up w/ eachother (i dont know what the label is 😭😭) but they act like lovebirds tg, like im talking cuddling when their watching a movie w the boys, getting eachother gifts, ALL that mushy cute shit.. chris realizes that he's inlove w/ reader, and y'know how hes like afraid of commitment and proper relationships? so instead of telling her that he is, he avoids her for like 2 days,and tries to fuck with someone else to forget about her for a bit. when she comes into the house to hangout with nick, she hears him fucking another chick, and she gets JEALOUSS let me tell you. she pulls that poor girl out of the room, telling her to get dressed and when the girl leaves she starts going off at chris (gettin a lil angsty). but like the whole point of me wanting it to be based off the song was kind of so that you could realize it was based off the song, so maybe u can add lyrics! (idk, just a thought) "if you is a player, i dont think ima play with ya" , "if you wanna lay with her, why don't you just stay with her?". he tries to deflect, and i guess reader kind of confronts him about how she thinks he wants more then hooking up and he denies it, but she knows hes lyin. "you say you don't want a girlfriend but when we are in person, you always act so different, you make it all seem perfect", "you hold me when we wake up, say you like me with no makeup", "is it casual, or are you tryna spend your life with me?". anyways in my lovely optimistic mind, reader tells him its ok because shes inlove w him too, and he finally doesn't deny it. she tells him shes scared too, but they'll go through it together cuz their in luvv 😛 anyways lets just say the night ends with some slow soft sex between reader and chris. "take it off, follow me out, let me in don't shut me out" i understand if you can't do this req, but i saw your post saying you needed reqs to write on a trip tmr, and i thought of this on the spot so sorry if its really shit 😭

ꨄ ⌒ ⋆｡ ˚ CASUAL

│⊹ warnings ⋆ ;; angst if u squint, y/n is used like twice sorryyy, p in v, pet names (baby nd mama), unprotected sex, lowercase intentional, and word count is 2.2k

│⊹ pairing ⋆ ;; chris sturniolo x fem!reader

│⊹ haven’s notes ⋆ ;; hey.. how y’all doin 😙.. sorry for being gone AGAIN i keep having writers block but i wrote smth for my script so i got motivation to write again 🤌

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you have been waiting impatiently at the triplets front door for about five minutes now. finally, chris opened it for you. “took you long enough.” you scoff with a smile as you walk in. “sorry, matt almost started a fire.” the brunette boy replied, scratching his chin when closing the door.

“what?” you laugh while kicking off your shoes and leaving them on the shoe rack. "oh by the way, i got the shirt you were planning to buy." you giggle softly, handing him a bag. "oh shit! thank you!" he says excitedly as he pulls you in for a warm hug. "of course, c." you give him a toothy smile. you notice how his facial expression changes a little bit once you smiled but you brushed it off. the two you walk up the stairs into the living room and kitchen. you saw both matt and nick try to cook dinner or something. “matt! your gonna burn it’!” nick exclaimed before turning to see you.

“what are you guys even making?” you snicker as you walked up to nick to give him a small hug. “burgers but matt almost started a fire trying to grill the meat.” he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “let me help” you say, walking to the stove and shooing matt away. “but at least i didn’t, i wont do it again!” he stated while crossing his arms. “matt relax, i got this” you say while flipping the patty. the boys talk for a while and from time to time offer to help but your stubbornness always said no.

chris left an argument that he was talking about with his brothers and waddled over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “you sure you don’t need any help?” he asked which you reply with a nod. once you finally finished making the food, you plated them nicely on the table. “bon appetite!” you laugh while sitting down next to chris.

the four of you eat while talking about a random topic or plans of what to do for the following week. “do you guys wanna watch something?” matt offered when he finished eating. “im down” you reply and the two others agree as well.

now, nick is currently putting the dishes in the sink as you, matt, and chris are all sitting down on the couch to debate what to watch. “nah i don’t wanna watch a horror movie.” chris whined when you suggested for them to see one. “ugh fine, maybe batman again?” matt quickly agrees, of course.

chris had been laying down on your chest for about an hour or so into the movie. your hands rested on the back of his head, your fingers scratching his scalp gently from time to time and he let out small hums whenever you did. after a few minutes you desperately needed to go use the bathroom. "chris" you whisper, loud enough for only him to hear. "hm?" he hummed while looking up at you. "gotta piss, get up" you state as he slowly got up from your chest.

after you did your necessities, you walked back to the living room and sat down next to chris. only this time he patted his chest, signaling you to lay down on it. of course, you don't mind since you and chris were always so touchy so you did. while watching the last 30 minutes or so of the movie, you heard his heartbeat start pounding against his chest rapidly. mentally, you started to count each one. and you did this till the movie ended.

"thanks for coming over!" nick said to you as the triplets started to walk you downstairs. "of course! i love hanging out with you guys." you reply, looking at each of the small smiles on their faces but except for chris. he looked rather stressed and confused. instead of saying anything about it, you simply just brushed it off. you said goodbye to the three boys then left.

it had been two days since you heard anything from chris. you asked nick and matt about him and they both said that he was okay and didn't know what was wrong with him. you began to get worried, scared if it was something you did or said. so, to clear your head you decided to invite nick to the mall since it was somewhere you guys both enjoyed going together. you got to the familiar entrance of the sturniolo home, quickly seeing an excited smile from nick as soon as you knocked on the door. "hey! you ready?" you ask while pulling him into a small hug.

"yeah! let me just go grab my things real quick." the brunette boy said as he let you inside. you didn't bother taking off your shoes since you two were about to leave. upon walking up the stairs you saw matt's face that was mixed with discomfort and trying not to laugh. "what?" you and nick ask him. "whatever you do, don't go downstairs." he mumbled while grabbing something from the fridge then walking back to his room. you give nick a look, he gives you one back that obviously meant to go see what matt was talking about.

hesitantly, you leave your bag on the couch and then walk downstairs to chris' room while nick grabs his things. upon being about three steps down, your ears immediately fill up with moans. both chris', and someone else's. another girl. your cheeks get red as your feet think before your mind and now you're in front of his door. with no hesitation, you grab the knob and swing open the door. as soon as you did so, chris looked back quickly. your eyes observed what was going on. you saw the mystery girl completely blissed out with her face dug inside a pillow and completely naked. you saw chris' hands wrapped around her hips firmly and how his front pieces of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. "what the fuck chris?"

you feel your cheeks burning up in frustration as you watch chris struggle to put his pants back on. "dude! get out!" he said while the blonde girl turned around and saw you at the doorway, quickly blushing out of embarrassment. "no, you get out!" you tell the girl in his bed loudly, her getting up as soon as you said anything towards her. you and chris make heavy eye contact as she got changed and got her things.

she closed the door upon leaving and you immediately start bashing chris. "chris what the fuck is wrong with you? you ignore me for two days and I find you fucking another chick?" you argue as he quickly tries to find something to say. "you can't just hook up with me casually then ignore me then hook up with someone else." your sigh is shakey, trying not to start crying in front of him. "I feel bad for her even because you're probably just gonna ignore her and then hook up with some-" you were finally cut off by chris.

"why are you arguing about this like we are more than friends y/n?" he argues back, taking a breath to continue. "you're saying this shit like we are together, we aren't anything but friends." the brunette boy said while crossing his arms. "friends that hook up almost every week?" you laugh sarcastically, you process what he said for another few seconds. "don't act like I don't know about how your heart was racing when i was layin' down on your chest the last time i came over." you note. "is we hooking up something casual for you or are you looking to spend your life with me?" your voice is unstable and shakey, biting back the tears coming up on your waterline.

"fine, i'll admit, y/n." he finally said, his voice evenly shakey as yours. "I realized that i'm in love with you that night. you know im scared of commitment. i ignored you 'nd hooked up with another girl to try to get over you." chris sighed and his eyes softening. "im scared of being in a relationship, you have seen what my fans say even if im standing next to a girl—" you cut him off by walking towards him and shutting him up with a soft kiss. you can tell he is surprised when he hesitated to place his hands on you. “im in love with you too chris, and i am scared too.” you say softly as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“but you know we can work it out together.” you sigh while your eyes look up into his. chris’ hands planted on your waist, rubbing small circles on them. “you think so?” he whispered. you nod in reply, pulling him into another kiss. “‘m sorry.” he whispered again, desperately kissing you like his life depended on it. you start to tug on the hem of his black tank top and backed up a little bit so he could notice that your trying to take it off. he pulled it over his head himself and quickly went back for a kiss. he turns you so your back is facing the bed and he guided you to it. you lay back on his bed and he quickly reaches to the waist band of your shorts. “can i take these off?” he asked with his tone laced with need. you nod eagerly, him taking not another second to pull them down. he then went to your shoes, untying both laces and placing them on the floor.

you watched in awe as he touched your body so gently. he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, his tongue grazing against yours lightly. he backed up with a smile, and looked into your eyes for a few seconds. with one hand, he went down in between your thighs and hooked his fingers on your panties and pushed them to the side, with the other hand pulling down his shorts.

he held onto your hip while he slowly slid himself inside of you, both of you letting a little hiss. his thrusts are slow but firm and his grip on your hip was light. you whimpering softly and let your body relax as his hips moved in and out of you. chris grabbed your leg and hooked it around his torso, being able to plunge deeper inside of you. “fuck, such a good girl f’me.” he panted with a little smile on his face. you whine back in reply, completely blissed in ecstasy and pleasure. his hips rutted a bit faster inside your puffy cunt as it suctioned his cock. “fuck, feels so good.” you sigh while leaning your head back into the pillow. “yeah? m’cock feels good mama?” he groaned quietly, you nod weakly.

you let out a small moan when his tip grazed that sticky patch inside of you. you arch your back off the bed as the knot in your stomach began to tighten. “‘m so close-“ you gasp gently while the brunette boy started to drill deeper inside of you. “mhm, gonna cum for me baby?” he whispered gently as his thumb went down and rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves, this just sending you over the edge. “fuck! do-dont stop please please” you whine as your mouth fell agape. the knot in your stomach slowly started coming undone from his thrusts. “‘m cumming!” a small squeak left your lips. “shit, im right behind ya’” he whimpered as his hips remained the same pace. your stomach muscles clenched together as you came on his cock, then you felt him fill you up with his lukewarm cum. he fucked both of you through each other’s high before he stopped.

“you okay?” chris hummed while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. you nod shyly while attempting to sit up. “i should go then, nick is probably waiting for me.” you chuckle a bit, whining quietly as chris pulled out of your pussy. “alright, i’ll still see you today then?” he asked as he helped you clean up and change. you hum in reply, standing up and wobbling a little bit. he put his boxers and shorts back on before turning back to you. “drive safe.” he smiled, pulling you in for a little kiss. “i know, see you later chris.” you smile back. you left his room with him behind you, your shoes in his hands.

upon going up the stairs you saw nick with his headphones on, thankfully. “ready to go?” he asked, his tone annoyed since you took so long. you nod with a laugh as you grab your bag and shoes from chris. “i’ll put them on in the car.” you say while you both start walking downstairs.

“what took you so long by the way?” the brunette boy asked when putting his headphones in his tote bag. “sorry, something happened with chris and i had to help” you lie terribly. nick could tell in your eyes that you were lying. “you fucked him didn’t you?” “nick!”

│⊹ haven's notes part two ⋆ ;; IM FINALLY DONE !!!!1

│⊹ taglist ⋆ ;; @deftonesmatt @mattsluttywaist @luverboychris @sturniol0s @mattscoquette @xoxo4chrisss @sweetstars-posts @bambi-slxt

[illogicallyx]

headcanons | nanami kento x coworker!femreader

content: established relationship<3 + uhhh its just fluff ig and basically what i think he'd be like in a rls and just some hcs for me to soak in before i can write a proper fic for him

im thinking abt how a rls with coworker!nanami would be like

like you both are polar ppposites but it works and how it works is always a genuine question to new interns.

like when some of the interns are under his guide and some under urs, its a whole different experience for the two groups

and when they all get together during lunch they moan and bitch abt how nanami is so strict abt work and how u are the total opposite with how chill u are and how nanami's interns wish they were under ur wing.

imagine their shock when they see you and him. together. by the coffee machine. o_0 like ??? and is that their mentor LAUGHING???

yeah its a very unique rls but adored by you both nonetheless

i can imagine him bringing your favorite snack as a treat when you both work overtime or when you come back from a meeting you will always see a candy bar with a note of encouragement at ur desk

and i just know this man would gossip with you over the Office Tea when you both come home and make dinner together

and ahhhh i can imagine like coming to ur small apartment on a Friday night with plans to stay in and have chill weekend and like-

i have this specific scene in my head like his jacket's off and his tie is loose and both ur work bags are thrown across the sofa along with ur heels somewhere near the door -

your arms around his neck and his around ur waist and u both slow dancing in ur living room <333

ughhh ur rls would be filled with such domesticity and cozy feels like i can imagine you both having traditions like movie nights and reading nights where u both read or watch each other's favourite movie or book each time u both get ur day off

i just know this man would be like so so gentle with you and be so caring when it comes to you

also imagine you being clumsy af i just know this man will literally walk faster and press his hand towards the sharp corner of things like your counter or a wall just to cushion the hit when you walk into them bc u do that. ALOT.

ugh he's The ultimate man. he'd talk to you in a soft and gentle voice no matter what happens no matter how annoyed he is with you sometimes. he'd definitely be the type to ask for a time out to calm down if he gets particularly angry just so he doesnt let his emotions get the best of him

i can also imagine him being the type to help u take ur god awful heels off when you're particularly tired from work one day like you just fling yourself onto the bed and he just chuckles at ur antics and kneels by the bed to take them off for you knowing u do not have the energy to move after that hard day

oki these are enuff for now ig <333

[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family Part 17 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Thank you for your patience with me. I'm still moving a bit slow but I've been living in my comfort fics while writing a new comfort fic so yeah <3

Warnings: Dads Steddie and Mama Fem Reader, SMUT, mostly near the end with a lot of passion between da boys. FLUFF , we have an adorable addition to the Munson-Harrington crew <3 as well as Ro's birthday. ANGST because I'm me, Steve does something stupid with the best intentions, Him and Eddie get into a fight, Eddie's dad makes a cameo, Eddie talks about first moving in with Wayne, Dylan talks about divorce (dont panic! Its fine. We're all fine. Im not that angsty.) and I think that's it.

Word Count: 5369

“Ok, ladies and gentlemen, what are the bets this time around?” The doctor grins as he looks at your little family. 

“We’re at 3 to 2 with girl being in the lead.”, Steve beams.

“I love it. Let’s take a look.”

It had been about four months since you found out you were pregnant again and this time around was rough. The first few months were spent throwing up pretty much everything you ate and your cravings had been stronger than they had been before. You found yourself getting grumpier and more irritable which the boys didn’t seem to mind, doing everything they could to make things easier. 

You got the house by the lake and everyone (especially Wayne) was excited for the move. Aurora’s birthday was coming up soon which, while still happy, always made you and Eddie nervous. That first year his mom showed up at your door and the two birthdays after she called his phone begging him to come speak at his father’s appeal. 

Steve finally told his mom that you were pregnant with his biological child and she was over the moon. He begged her not to tell his dad and so far she seemed to honor his request. 

“Alright, Munson-Harrington gang. Congratulations, it looks like we have a healthy baby boy!”

***

“Ok, we have to think of a name.”, Eddie mused as he took a bite from the burger on his plate. “What do you think, kid?” Dylan shrugs causing the metalhead to playfully role his eyes. “You’re no help. What about you, my angel?”

“Han.”, Aurora smiles as she chews on her fries.

“I wouldn’t hate that. Harrison Ford in those earlier movies was so sexy.”

Your son makes a face as both men laugh. “You don’t have any special memories with a name? Like I did with Ro?”

Eddie thought for a moment before a smirk crept across his lips. “James.”, he nods, shifting his gaze towards you two. “When my mother left me with Wayne, I was confused. I genuinely thought she would be coming back so I sat on his couch by the door and just waited. Every now and then he would ask if I was ok or if I needed something and I always told him no. Right before dinner that night, he sat at his little table in the trailer with this rickety, old acoustic guitar and started playing Dio’s Rock n’ Roll Children.”, he chuckles. 

Dylan leaned against his side and Eddie lifts his arm to wrap around his shoulders. 

“Now my uncle is a god-awful singer but man could he play. I was so fascinated by how his fingers moved that I got up to sit with him. He smiled, placing a sandwich in front of me and I ate as I watch him. From that moment on, I knew I wanted to play the guitar. It took me a few days to realize Lynn wasn’t back but Wayne was always there with a new song. Anyway…”, he sighs as his voice becomes lighter. “The lead singers name is Ronnie James.”

You and Steve smile at him as you caress his leg under the table with your foot. 

“I like James.”

“Me to.”, the other man agrees. “James Wayne Munson-Harrington.”

#########

 “Oh, Y/N, you guys don’t have to do that.”, Wayne bashfully grins. 

“We know but we’re going to because we want to.” Winking at him, you stick your fork into the cake on the counter. 

“Honey, we have plates.”

“Yes, baby, we do. It’s this thing UNDER the cake.” Steve playfully narrows his eyes in your direction. “Look everyone else said they were full and I’m eating cake for two!”

He holds up his hands defensively as Eddie rounds the corner with Ro who reaches for her grandpa, demanding he hold her. 

“Listen here you. No more birthdays. We’re stopping today at four, understand?”

“No, granpa! I…be…a big girl.”, she declares tossing her hands in the air. 

The phone rings and Steve chuckles as he reaches over to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hello. This is a collect call from Hawkins Penitentiary from inmate: Al Munson. Will you accept the call and charges?”

The man glances at Eddie who now has a big smile on his face as he tickles Aurora who in turn hides in Wayne’s neck hoping her father can’t reach her. After a few seconds, he hangs up.

“Who was it, baby?”, you ask.

“Wrong number.”

****

Steve’s foot bounces as he waits behind the glass, eyes constantly searching his surroundings. A guard on the other side, opens a door and brings over the prisoner placing him front of the awaiting man. He had never met Eddie’s dad but he had seen a few pictures. The inmate looking at him now was much older and worn by prison life. He did have a lot of his husband’s features especially in the face but his eyes weren’t as soft as Eddies. 

“You’re not my son.”

“No…no I’m not and neither is Eddie.” Allen squinted at his guest in confusion. “Look, I just came down here to tell you and Lynn to leave him alone. Every time we change our number, you guys always find it again and bother him on what is supposed to be a day about his daughter, not you. He spent so much time worried about you both and paying for the sins of everything you guys did to him. It’s time for him to be happy.”

“I see. And what are you going to do if I don’t, Mr. Harrington? Call the cops?”, he snickered. “I have done more than enough time to pay for my own sins. Edward could really help me out here and as my son he should want to.”

“What he wanted was a father and he found that in Wayne when your wife abandoned him. He gave up on you a long time ago.”

“Why are YOU here? Do you speak for him now since you fuck him?” Steve’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at the man’s comment. “Oh yeah. I know about you, him, and that girl…what’s her name. Honestly, I don’t give a shit about any of that. If my son wants to bend over and—”

“Don’t. Don’t fucking finish that sentence, Allen, or I swear God.”, he growled. “Listen, leave him alone and I can help you in here.”

“How can you help me?”

“I have some money set aside. I can give you some to make things a bit easier.”

Eddie’s dad’s jaw clenches as he weighs his options. “$500 a month and we have a deal.”

###########

A few months had passed and your little family had moved into your new home. Right on time to because about a month after James decided he was ready to join the Munson-Harrington clan. 

Aurora was completely fascinated by the new baby. 

“Dada, bra-der tiny.”

“He’s going to be tiny right now, honey. You have to be very careful with him.”

Her eyes widen as she gently pets the top of his head before leaning down to kiss his nose.

One night while he was crying, she watched as Eddie heated up a bottle and rocked him in his arms as he fed him. 

“Daddy, what’s wrong wit James?”

“He’s just hungry, princess. Babies eat EVERYTHING.” He widened his eyes making her laugh. “Do you want to help me?”

She nods, following him to the couch and takes a seat in his lap. Placing her little hand on the bottle, he allows her to hold it up as the baby continues to suck at its contents eagerly. 

Where Ro was a daddy’s girl, James was a mama’s boy. He loved being in your arms the most and the first time he smiled it was because you were kissing his chubby cheeks. 

Dylan, as always, was a wonderful big brother. He helped out where he could and even offered to babysit his siblings every now and then so you and the guys could spend some time alone. 

“Hey mom. I need some money for baseball. They said that we need $100 for boosters and some equipment.”

“Geez, isn’t that what boosters is for? To raise money for you people?” Dylan beams at you as he gives you a hug making you smile. “Steve? Little man needs $100 of baseball.”

“Jesus, why so much?”

You glanced in his direction taken a bit off guard. Usually when it came to the kids, if they needed anything financially, he didn’t think twice. Between the three of you, money wasn’t as tight but with the new baby and house things weren’t as easy as before so you let it go. Dylan answered his question and he dug in his wallet to give his son what he needed.

“Everything alright, babe?”

“Huh? Yeah, you know me. I just want to make sure we have everything, you know?”

Your head tilted to the side as your wife and mother senses started tingling again. He was hiding something but what could it be? If it was something involving a surprise for you or the kids his face and body language would normally radiate excitement. Something was wrong. 

“Hey, Dylan, do you mind keeping an eye on the other weirdos while I talk to Steve for a minute?”

He nods as you grab the man’s hand and tug him out towards the back porch. 

############

When Eddie got home from work, he found you sitting on the couch gnawing on your thumb as Steve paced in the living room. His eyes found yours as you motioned for him to come sit beside you. 

“Is everything ok? Where are the kids?”

“I asked my sister to watch them so the three of us could talk.” You softly smile as you kiss his cheek. “Steve has something he needs to tell you.”

“Okay? What’s going on, Stevie?”

The way Eddie looked up at him with concerned eyes made him feel so much worse at what he was about to tell him. 

“Um, so, remember how on Aurora’s birthday, you were ecstatic because your mom hadn’t called? Well, uh, your father actually called from prison that day. I answered and hung up on him.”

As the man spoke, you kept your eyes on the metalhead’s face as it slowly fell.

“I-I-I went down there to see him, Ed, and I warned him to leave you alone. He said he needed you and was tired of being in jail, that he and Lynn wouldn’t stop until you showed up at an appeal. So…” Steve’s panicked gaze shifted your way before he looked directly at the man he loved. “For the past few months, I’ve been paying Allen $500 to leave you alone.”

Eddie’s jaw tightened as he tilted his head subtly towards you. 

“Did you know about this?”, he whispered.

“No. I just found out everything today.”

He nodded as he rose to his feet, placing himself in front of Steve. 

“Eddie, I swear, I was trying to make things easier for you. I hated—”

The metalhead’s fist flew knocking the man backwards before climbing on top of him and swinging his arms. 

“Eddie, baby! Stop!” You tried to break them apart but he was too strong. Quickly, prepared for anything, you pushed a few buttons on your phone, sending a text to the one person you knew could get through to him. Three minutes later, Wayne flew in and pried his nephew off the man beneath him. 

“Hey! That is enough! I need you calm down, son.”

“How dare you fucking go behind my back like that, Steven! I told you both NOT to go down there!”

“I was trying to help!”

“By giving him money that can be used for our family, you fucking asshole! You think this is going to stop him?!” He tried to charge at the man again but his uncle held him back. “You have no idea what he’s like. I do!”

“Steve, maybe, you should go for a drive or something. Let him cool down.” He glanced your way and you softly nodded in agreement causing the man to hang his head as he quietly left the house. “Now you look at me, Ed.” Wayne grabbed the metalhead’s face forcing him to focus as he murmured low enough so only he could hear. 

“Eddie, I know you’re angry. I completely understand that but I need you breathe, ok? Your kids may not be here but Y/N is and she’s worried.” His chocolate eyes glanced at your concerned face as you hugged your arms around your body. “There you go. Can you sit on the couch calmly?”

He nods as he moves to take a seat. Without looking your way, his ringed fingers gesture for you to come closer and he pulls you onto his lap, hugging you to his chest. 

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You didn’t. When he told me what he did, I was angry to. Not just because of what he did but because I knew it would hurt you. Eddie, you know how Steve is. He genuinely thought he was protecting you.”

“No. No, Y/N. This is serious. This isn’t like when you went to his mom for money so he could go to school. My father isn’t someone who can be trusted. So many things can go wrong that can get Steve in real trouble. I…”, he shakes his head as he feels his anger rise again. 

“Baby, I’m not excusing what he did but, maybe, if you explain to him more about your father and how this could backfire—”

“Which I could have done if he came to me first.”

“I know, honey. I know.”, you coo as you rub his chest. “Wayne, would you like to stay here? You’re more than welcome. Plus, I’m sure the kids would love to see you when they come back tomorrow.”

***

Eddie’s uncle did spend the night while Steve ended up sleeping a hotel. He texted you letting you know where he was and that he thought it was best to give his husband some space. 

The two youngest kids were excited to see their grandpa when they got home but Dylan sensed something was wrong especially when he walked in and noticed his dad wasn’t there. 

“Is it because I asked for money?”

“No, baby. No.”, you whispered as you kissed his forehead. “He’ll be home later.”

Your answer didn’t seem to sooth him as he sat next to Wayne and watched him try to make James smile. 

“Sir, you have the fattest little belly I have ever seen. I could just…”, he made munching noises in his stomach making the baby giggle as he scrunched his head into his shoulders. 

“Beep beep.”, Aurora parroted as the front door opened and Steve cautiously entered the home. “Dada!” She ran to his arms and he scooped her up giving her a big hug. “Dada, you have an ouch.” When she pointed to the light swelling where Eddie had hit him, he flinched slightly. 

“Yeah, dada is dumb.”

“No.”, she giggled before pointing at Wayne. “Granpa is here. He…he’s making…bra-der happy.”

Dylan’s eyes scanned Steve carefully as he sat across from him in one of the chairs. “You alright, dad?”

“I’m fine, dude. I just missed you guys.”, he smiles. 

You come around the corner and playfully swat at Ro’s curls before tickling her neck with your finger. “You. Scoot so I can say hi to dada.”

“Mama! Stop.”, she laughs as she slides down and sticks her tongue out at you. “You’re mean!”

You laugh along with her as you climb onto Steve’s lap and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Are you okay?”

“No. I hurt someone I love. He should have hit me harder.”

“Baby…”, you sigh as you press your forehead to his cheek. “We’re going to talk again later after the kids go to bed especially since he’s had time to calm down and process everything.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys. I know I should have—” You fingers cut him off as you place them on his lips. 

“We have eyes on us. Later, ok?”

Steve’s own orbs scan the room finding Dylan watching you both as well as Aurora before she smiles and waves in your direction.

###########

One benefit of having three parents in the house is everyone can focus on one of the kids at any given time. After coming in to check on Ro and kiss her, Eddie stayed behind to tuck her in. As you passed Dylan on the couch downstairs, you poked your head into James’s room to find Steve with a sleeping infant in his arms.

“Alright, my love.”, you exhaled as you dramatically plopped your body down next to your son. “Time for you to go upstairs and get ready for bed.” Silently, he turns off the tv and begins to stand but you tug on the back of his shirt, bringing him down into your arms. “I know you and I know your big, beautiful brain. You’re a worrier like me. You didn’t do anything wrong, ok? You know we don’t mind giving you money for something you enjoy.”

“Everything got weird after I asked.”

“And that has nothing to do with you. Believe it or not, adults have issues sometimes that don’t involve their kids.” Dylan chuckled at your sarcasm as you kissed his cheek.

“I just don’t want to be the reason you guys get divorced or something.” 

As he began to stand, you quickly yank him back again. “Baby, they aren’t Charlie. Just because Steve wasn’t here this morning doesn’t mean that we’re going to break up. The three of us have been together too long and been through too much. And…”, you sigh hating the thoughts that fill your mind as you continue. “Playing the devil’s advocate here, if for some reason we ever did break up, I assure you no matter what, that reason would never be because of you guys or anything you did.”

Dylan smiles as he hugs you before getting to his feet and pulling you up with him. As Eddie comes down the stairs, he meets him half and tugs him into a hug.

“I love you, kid.”

“I love you to.” 

The moment he hears his footsteps bang up to his room, Steve appears and softly smiles in your direction. 

“Counseling degree at work again?”

“No, that would be my mom degree. I saw it on his face when you came home. Even though he knows you guys aren’t like Charlie, I think there’s still a part of him that feels like he could lose you at if one thing goes wrong.”

“I know the feeling.”, Eddie mumbles as he shuffles his feet. “Sometimes I was afraid Wayne would give up on me to. Obviously, that never happened.”

Your hand gently rubs his back and you gesture with your head for you three to head for the bedroom. 

***

The silence was deafening as you sat on the bed near the headboard as Eddie placed himself on the edge with his chin near his chest. Steve pulled one of the chairs from the living room so he could sit in front of you both, fidgeting with his fingers as he waited for someone to speak. 

“Did he ask you for money or did you offer?”, the metalhead asked. 

“I offered. He came up with the amount.”

“Steven, what do you know about prison? In general, I mean.”

“Uh…”

“Did you know that things are snuck in all the time? Drugs, weapons, food, etc.” Steve shook his head. “Did you know he can use your money to get shit like that or give to other inmates to do that? Did you know that people could find out where he’s getting so much money from and send people to harass you for the same treatment?”

When the man shook his head again, his eyes downcast towards the floor in shame. 

“Do you know how I know that? The first time my father went in Wayne tried to help him by sending him $100 a month. A couple months later he asked for more and my uncle told him no. The next day someone broke into his trailer and stole half his shit. We learned later Allen owed some people inside money and when they found out he would be getting out soon they wanted it all upfront. When Wayne told him no, my dad told them where he had been getting the cash from so they sent people to get the rest however they could. Thankfully, he was at work that night.”

“Eddie, I…”

“You’d think prison would reform him but it doesn’t. That’s why he’s there, Steve. He does the same shit in there that he did when he was out. He cons people or steals from them and every time he always loses.”, he sighs angerly. “And that’s just one of the many reasons I’m pissed. We just had a fucking baby, Steven! $500 barely covers half of what he needs, plus Aurora and Dylan’s essentials. That’s for the kids. The three of us need things to including this house!”

You scoot closer and wrap your arms around him as you lean against his shoulder. You had never seen him like this. When he had gotten angry with his mom at Ro’s first birthday that was one thing. Right now, this was fury out of fear for you five and something that could have been avoided if—

“But I think what pisses me off the most is you didn’t fucking talk to me. I have always been up front with you when it came to your parents and especially your dad. Your dad isn’t like mine Steve. He could get someone fucking killed and I’ll be damned if it’s someone in my family. I don’t just ignore him and Lynn for me. I do it to protect you guys. It’s a simple thing and you made it way more complicated.”

A tear escaped down Steve’s cheek that he quickly wiped away as he sat up straighter and cleared his throat.

“I’m, um…I’m sorry, Eddie. You’re right. I should have talked to you, both of you. No matter what my intentions were. I—”

“Don’t do that.”, you cut him off. “Don’t do that authoritative, businessman style voice and dialogue you do because you think it’s what people want to hear.” His eyes roll as his leans forward and his leg bounces. “Be honest, Steve. Be yourself.”

“When he called you were making Aurora laugh, Ed, while Wayne was holding her. Y/N, you were eating cake out of the pan with a fork because you were pregnant and you and Dylan were leaning against each other smiling…it was perfect. A perfect fucking day without Charlie causing problems or Lynn calling to trigger his pain. My dad wasn’t appearing out of nowhere to fuck shit up or you mom to remind you that you’re still the town whore!” Steve’s beautiful brown irises looked at anything but you two as he tried to control his emotions. 

“For this one moment, everything was exactly as it should be. Then your dad called, Eddie, reminding me something was always waiting…looming in the background to fuck everything up. So, yeah, I went down there to protect us; to protect you. Motherfucker is lucky there was glass between us.”, he growled. “With Lynn and Allen, I don’t know how you turned out so fucking amazing. I can understand why you would want them out of your life for good.” Steve shrugs as he leans back again. “Since I couldn’t hit him and I couldn’t convince him, I did the only other thing I could think of.”

“Well thank God you didn’t become a businessman like your dad wanted or he would have lost a ton of money.” Their eyes meet for the first time since they entered the room as they both let a breathy chuckle. “Steve, when will you realize that you don’t have to protect us and be the hero alone?”

The baby monitor starts to light up and you hastily get up before they can to check on James. 

“I’m sorry I hit you.”

Steve got up from his chair to sit beside Eddie and wrapped his arms around him like you had. 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m so fucking sorry, babe.”

The metalhead sighs using his fingers to lift his chin and bring his lips to his. 

“Even though I’m mad at you, I still love you. I hope you know that.”

The boy nods as he kisses his lips again before trailing them down his cheek to his shoulder. 

##############

Allen glances at the three Munson-Harrington adults, sitting on the other side of the glass before really taking in his son in front of him.

Eddie knew he’d have to go down to the prison to fix what Steve had done but you were surprised when he asked you two to join him. On the drive there, he inhaled one cigarette after the other until you reached over and stole his pack so he wouldn’t overdo it. While you waited, his eyes darted around as he occasionally babbled to block out his internal panic. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here. The last time was when I was 10, I think. My mom brought me and I remember them arguing about him being stuck in here. She said she couldn’t handle me alone.”, he shakily laughed. “Actually, it was more ‘what am I supposed to do with him.’”

“Eddie…”  Turning his head, you kiss his lips as you caress his cheek with your thumb. “Everything is going to be ok. We’re right here with you.”

He nodded before gazing at Steve who was glaring into the void as Eddie reached to hold his hand before leaning to whisper in his ear. “Come back to me, sweetheart. I need you.”

“Well shit.”, Allen sarcastically smiled. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Your boyfriend and I already came up with an arrangement so you didn’t need to come down here.”

“Husband. Not boyfriend. Always glad to know you’re just happy to see me, Allen.”

“Allen? Really? You call Wayne daddy now?”

“More or less for the last about 18 years.” They glare at each other before Eddie snickers. “You’re not even going to pretend to be nice to win me over, are you? I have no idea why you or Lynn would ask me to lie for you if you can’t even say something civil like ‘Hey Ed. Nice to see you.’”

You intertwine your fingers with his as your heart breaks. This was probably just a taste of what little Edward Munson experienced and it killed you. 

“Look, we weren’t planning on staying for long. I just wanted to tell you the money Steve has been sending stops now and if you tell anyone that my family gave you that, I swear to God, I will make it my personal mission to make your life a living hell in here. You think things are bad now…”

You’d be lying if you didn’t say his dominance turned you on. There was nothing sexier to you than seeing them both be protective over you and the kids. Usually, it was Steve acting as protector and when he did it with Mr. Osbourne it drove you crazy. Hearing Eddie do it now was not only making you proud of him but excited to jump him later. 

“Fine but in return I want you to go the appeal for me.”

“No, that won’t be happening either and let me tell you why. If you keep calling me, sending letters, or any other bullshit like that, I will come to your appeal but it won’t be on your behalf. I’ll remind the judge that you’re a scam artist and a fucking car thief but I’ll also enlighten them on what a great father you were to me between the black eyes and verbal assaults.”

Eddie leans closer to the glass as his eyes burn into the man on the other side. 

“I am not a kid anymore. You two think you can still bully me but you’re wrong. You both need me way more than I need you.”

With that, he rises from the chair to leave before pausing and gesturing towards his father to wait with his index finger. Abruptly, he grabs Steve’s collar and tugs his lips to his for a passionate kiss. When he finally lets him go, the other man smirks, drunk off Eddie’s taste alone as the metalhead flips off his dad and turns to leave him behind. 

****

About a mile down the road from the prison, Eddie swerved his van into an empty area, hurling off his seatbelt and shoving Steve into the back where you had been sitting. You stayed out of the way, allowing the metalhead to take control. There was a sense of urgency in their kisses, both needing each other in that moment. Eddie needed to convey to him that he could take care of him to and Steve showing him that he could willing give up that urge to control for his husband to take be there for him.  

As they shoved down their pants, you slid your fingers down your own, rubbing your clit as you watched Eddie spit in his hand and stroke his cock before breaching Steve’s entrance. 

“Fuck, yes. I love you so much, baby. Let-Let me take care of you.”

All Steve could do was nod as he wrapped his arms around him and clung to him as Eddie pumped into him harder. His ring lined hand reached out into the air and it took you a moment to realize he was trying to find you. As you leaned into his touch he yanked the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his.

When he dipped his fingers into your jeans and between your legs, he couldn’t help but smile against your lips. 

“You’re so wet, princess. You like watching us together?”

Your own palm held the back of his from the outside of your pants as you rested your forehead on his. 

“I like watching you—mmm—take care of us. I love you, Eddie. I’m so proud of you.”

He heavily sighed as he thrust into you both faster. Hearing Steve loudly grunt, you two watch him as his face scrunches and he releases his spend near the bottom of his tummy. Eddie grins as you push against his hand, guiding his pace until he feels you shutter and cum on his fingers.  As you collapse next to Steve, he leans over the boy’s face as he chases his high. 

“You’re both so—f-fuck—fucking pretty when you cum.”

Watching with half lidded eyes, you softly smile as Steve reaches up to caress his face, listening as he whispers sweetly to him. 

“I love you to, honey. So fucking much. Cum, Eddie, please. We want to see it. I want to feel you fill me up. You…you deserve to…fuck…” He struggled to get the last few words out as the metalhead pumped into him so hard you imagined the van was shaking from the outside. They both grunted at the feeling as the boy came inside of him and like you collapsed on his other side.

The three of you panted as you starred at the ceiling. 

“I am sorry I put you in this position, Munson.”

“I mean… I put you in this position but you know me…I’m open to any and all positions as long as it feels good for everyone.”

They smile when you giggle as Steve shakes his head playfully. “You’re so stupid.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing. I forgive you, Harrington.” He leans up on his elbow to kiss him before dramatically leaning across him to do the same with you. “Alright, you two recharge and I’ll drive us home.”

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[97keanu]

Neo x goth hacker!reader

***read the revised edition here

Premise: The year is 1999, you are a hacker who has been keeping up with another local hacker in the area called "Neo". He's been stealing all your clients lately, and thats a no go for you. As you dig deeper you begin to be interested in the work he does, so you decide to reach out and see if you can meet up. Cue Neo being a nerdy, but somehow cocky, computer hacker who's never had a girlfriend and finds himself being nervous to meet a pretty girl online. (No matrix, Pre First Movie AU where the events of the matrix never happened.)

Tags: small enemies to lovers, red string of fate, themes of loneliness/touch starved(especially Neo), slow burn, multichapter, goth!reader, nerdy!Neo, virgin!Neo. Eventual Smut in coming will contain: aggressive sex, age difference (23/35), aftercare, dominance and submission, restraints, potentially bdsm/choking/slapping/spanking.

A/N: This took so long y'all, please let me know if you like it! It would mean a lot :)

Read part two here! Read part three here!

You sit in your bedroom, your computers basking you in a green glow. You are wearing very little, it's a hot summer night for Chicago, and the window and fan you have running do little to help. It's late, well past midnight. You should be sleeping but something has been bothering you lately.

Your typical clients, who come to you for illegal information that you've hacked from the government, haven't been coming in. In fact, you're getting more small time stuff than ever, faked ID requests, fake official reports for god knows what with these people, and the last straw was today, when you were asked if you could illegally pirate a DVD for some teen.

"Really? Back to burned DVDS?" You had thought to yourself. It was almost laughable if it wasn't for the fact that without the bigger time jobs your rent wasn't getting paid. And there was no way you were going to get a real corporate job like the rest of the early 20 somethings your age.

You had asked your closest client over IM earlier tonight. And what he gave back to you, was a name.

[Neo] The screen had read back to you, as if taunting you with the existence him.

Well...if this "Neo" guy was taking all your clientele, then you were going to look into him. You worked too hard for your hacker prestige to be brought back down to pirating soft core porn for any local sleeze ball. No...you were going to find this guy and confront him.

So that's why you've been working tirelessly these past four hours, hunting down any trace of "Neo" online. You haven't found much yet, but you can feel yourself getting closer. The more false leads you eliminate, the more the real one will stick out when you see it. You rub your eyes until you see inky little stars and after you pull up your long black hair into a pony tail so that it's off your neck in this heat. That's one thing you hated about summer the most. The heat. It left you little black options to wear, and that consisted of your entire wardrobe being almost unbearable. No, right now you were stuck with a black tank top and no pants just to survive.

You take a moment to gaze out your small apartment window, just to get away from the glow of the computers for a second. The Chicago skyline greets you as you open up the window enough to straddle a leg out of it. The night air helps, and a cool breeze blows on your sweaty skin. You need this. Just a moment to yourself before you get back to it. You pull out a cigarette and light up the end with a faint red glow.

As you gaze out, you see other little apartments in the area. Your apartment is high enough up that you have a great view of all the dazzling lights of the city. One perk of the shithole you live in. You sigh out a puff of smoke, and think of all the tiny white flecks of windows. Some of the closer ones you can see into better. You can see from here a kitchen window of an older couple making dinner, someone's living room with a blue gash of flickering images passing by. Your eye catches on an apartment somewhat like your own, a greem glow with their own computers, the owner sleeping softly at their desk. You wonder where all their lives will go when you look away. Do they cease to exist because your gaze does not fall upon them...? No...you know logically it doesn't work like that, but it sure does feel like it. You don't think you've known a true friend that you've kept up with in years. Just you and your computers...

You finish your cigarette break, and find your way back inside your bedroom, popping Wish by The Cure into your walkman, ready to plug back in and search for the fucker stealing all your jobs.

It's a few hours still till you find it. There it is, a sloppy job this 'Neo' must have done at some point. He left behind some evidence and here you are finding it like a fingerprint at a crime seen. After you find something Neo must have gotten his hands onto, and see it there. His IP address was left behind. Now it's time to have some fun...

You begin to run your own home grown line of code. Its intricate, a bit unstable, but it will do. You get access to a lot of his computer files, but most importanty the IM app he uses to message. You're also surprised to find a photo of him as youre searching around. Or what you assume is his face. You can't help it, but when you see him, you think he looks sort of cute. A part of you curdles at the thought of finding the enemy cute, but its the truth. He has big brown puppy dog eyes, you've always been a sucker for eyes like his. You catch yourself blushing and force your mind to stay on task, not all the features that make his face soft.

You get back to working with your program. If this works correctly it would give you an in to talk to him. You can use this program to help you hack right into Neo's friend list and send him an IM. You grab a coke from your mini fridge and get to work, the cool, bubbly liquid waking you up enough to finish the task.

Finally, after what seems like ages, you're in. You send Neo a message, leaving your typical dorky screen name on. Its not your real name anyways so it doesn't matter.

[NightShade]: I hear you've been stealing all my clients, Neo...

You think for a moment, wondering what exactly you should say first, but this seems good as anything. You're worried because he was so hard to find, he might just ignore or block you. Doesn't hurt to try, so you press send and lean back in your chair, somewhat proud of the night you've had.

As you wait, you begin to think the other hacker is likely asleep. You sigh, sleep coming to claim your eyes just as well, so you decide to get up and take a shower. It'll help with how hot it is too, you determine with a nod of self assurance as you hop up out of your chair.

You are attending to a bit of self care in the cool shower, when you hear a ping! You don't think you've ever scrambled out of the shower so fast.

You attempt not to slip on the titles as you rush out, and find yourself padding with wet hair to computer chair in nothing but a black towel. You feel too nervous to look, what if he doesn't want to talk to you? You did come on strong with your first message, accusing him of stealing your clients and all...

[Neo]: Who are you? How did you message me?

The computer reads you as sit, wondering how to respond. It is a strange predicament in general, you suppose, but you're not backing down now. You pause and consider how to reply, but a part of your heart beats with happiness that he responded at all.

[NightShade]: You're not the only hacker in town you know, and word is that most of my return customers have been coming to you lately.

You sit back and bite your lip, you know you're confronting him and all, but really, what is the end goal...is it just to say you tried? Is it to win him over? Beg him to stay out your side of the business...you're not sure. You feel this strange pull to him regardless.

[Neo]: So, in retaliation you've taken it upon yourself to contact me and complain?

He's right, maybe this whole thing is childish. Maybe you're childish, despite being 23 and trying to make it as a big time hacker like the rest of them. You can't help as the late night anxiety whittles on...

[NightShade]: Well, if I could find you within the night, who's to say the government couldn't? Why don't we create something here that helps us both...

You're not even sure what you're getting at, but you don't want him to log off. You watch, waiting for him to type again...

[Neo]: And what would you suggest?

"Shit..." You mumble to yourself and find your hand is nervously rubbing at your thin eyebrow hair. You've been trying to quit that, but nervous ticks are hard to kick.

"Alright, we gotta be smart here. If we propose something stupid he's going to realize I'm just a young, dumb girl who knows a bit of hacking. Nothing special..." You often find yourself speaking out plans, there's no one better to talk to at your disposal so might as well.

You consider your options. Should you ask him to divide up turf? Divide up clients? You highly doubt that would impress or please him. No, but maybe you could offer something else...

You begin working on the computer, and checking Neo's connection. He was terribly hard to find for those few hours but honestly, it wouldn't take the government long to find him if you could. Not to mention, as you look, he has all sorts of back doors to controlling his computer. You browse a few files and find yourself nodding and smirking as you see a folder full of goth girl porn. Seems he has type...you aren't sure if it helps or hurts that you dress similar to the cyber girls in his computer.

Ultimately, he might be good at getting the info for the clients, but he is shoddy at best at keeping his own ass covered. You get back to the IM window and type...

[NightShade]: I know you must obviously be good at getting info for clients, or else they wouldn't leave me to come to you. However, you don't keep yourself safe enough out here. Like I said, I found you in a few hours. And I can clearly see into your files you have hidden right now, such as some extremely saucy pictures of girls in black leather...I can help you fix that...If you're willing.

You hit send and feel a chill run down your back despite the heat. Will he be receptive? You have no idea. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned finding his porn folder so easily.

Quite a few minutes pass before you hear a response, and you were starting to believe he was surely beginning to block you. That sweet sound of your computer pinging steps you out of your thoughts quickly.

[Neo]: So...you found my weakness...and you propose to help. What's in it for you?

"Yes!" You think, feeling like pumping the air. "He didn't say no!"

[NightShade]: We stop splitting clients, we work on the hacks together and I keep your ass from ending up being tracked down again. Divide the profits accordingly.

This time, you get no response. In fact, you sit at your computer for another hour before dragging your tired body to you tiny, disheveled bed. You leave your computer on, awaiting the signature ping just incase. As you lie in bed, you turn so you can see outside the large window beside your dark enclave of a mattress that holds you. As you gaze out at the city once more, you can't help but feel drawn to that other apartment. It's green glow blinks every so often, as it the sleeping stranger was stirring before the window. Pacing, perhaps like your mind does as you drift off.

✧✧✧

Thomas Anderson, better known as 'Neo' to most of the world he gets little socialization with, is half drooling on his desk when he hears that persistent ping! of his computer. Groggy and tired he opens his eyes, the green glow of his computer the only source of light in his tiny dark room. As his eyes adjust, he let's his pale hands rub sleep from his eyes just to solidify that he's awoken. A light layer of sweat glistens from the computer light, and tries to wipe some of that too, not that it helps.

He groans a little as he pulls up the nagging chat window that's blinking for attention. Probably some client that wants this or that, ASAP as always with these people.

His sharp brows furrow as he sees a name he doesn't recognize.

"NightShade?" He talks aloud to himself, only his ears around to hear anyways in his little apartment. He is surprised this person was able to get onto his friend list, he thought he ran a pretty tight ship over here, but maybe the extra shifts at his day job were making him sloppy. He finds himself sitting in a bit of disbelief before responding to their claim of "client stealing" as they put it.

"I mean, who does this person think they are?" He scoffs into the dark, humid night air. His sweaty fingers tap along a response questioning who the identity of this 'NightShade' character is. He's surprised when they respond almost immediately, claiming to be a fellow hacker.

"Sure..." He rolls his eyes to no one as he takes the situation in. "Probably some petty kid mad that their clients found a real hacker for their needs." He reaches over and pulls a cigarette out of a discarded box on his messy desk. He pops it loosely into his mouth, half for the comfort at the moment. He's not ready to light up, just yet.

The other hacker responds, supposedly finding Neo's IP and computer just within a few hours. He'll double that for their sake, not really believing his rig is THAT easily infiltrated. But they do make a good point...if he is seeing this message at all, who's to say who else could get in?

Neo is intrigued to say the least, he wipes his sweaty palms on his dark sweatpants and responds, asking what the other party has in mind then.

"This should be interesting..." His voice is husky with sleep and an overall tiredness that seems to permeate his entirety. The other hacker takes a moment to respond, so Neo rolls his desk chair to the nearby window. He cracks it and light his cigarette finally, looking out to the cityscape.

He watches a plane lazily draw across the sky like a star blinking in and out of existence, and he wonders how despite his business of being a hacker having been so solitary he has found himself seemingly intrigued by this supposed other hacker. His eyes drift across the city apartments, and he doesn't notice his pause on another green glowing apartment across the way at first. He let's a long drag of smoke billow out the window as he focuses on it more.

From here he can see a tiny form of a girl, and he actually blushes as he realizes they're in nothing but a towel. He hasn't seen a real life woman in such a vulnerable state in a while. He takes another drag as he sighs out the smoke to the thought that he's been more than a while...

He doesn't take his eyes away though, he knows he's safe for looking at this distance anyways, so he watches as the young woman is seemingly typing on her own computer. Its not uncommon as a pass time anymore, more and more people are starting to use this new 'internet' thing, after all.

Still, he wonders for a moment how she feels. Is she as lonely as he is in his tiny room, typing, typing away all night long. Does she like the people she types to? Neo rarely does.

He watches her until he hears another ping, tearing his eyes away and stubbing out the cigarette on the window sill.

He rotates back to his computer to see the other hackers message, and laughs out loud at the fact that they seemingly found his porn folder. Its less unnerving than the other party probably thinks, its likely they believe Neo to be had in this scenario. In a strange turn of events, he's finding himself feeling a rush over the whole thing, with a twinge of nerves since they do after all, seem to be able to see into his whole system here.

Its a strange feeling for him, he hasn't felt so naked in such a way for so long. Its as if someone has walked into his room while he was undressing, but instead of fear, he feels a rush of endorphins. Its almost voyeuristic, and he has to laugh at that thought too.

"Alright, so they can see into my computer," he speaks, as his mind begins to race, considering all the possibilities here. He might as well see what they have in mind to do about this, so he responds.

He is utterly surprised at their proposal for teamwork, however. Somehow this makes him recoil. The thought of working with another in such away. He has been alone in this for as long as he can remember...

He bites his lip as he considers how much they've seen of him so far. Its only fair that he can take a look as well...

Neo disregards the other hackers message for now and immediately goes to work. Since they've been messaging him and all, its pretty easy for him to worm his way into finding their computer. The hard part is getting in. It actually takes him much longer than he expects and when he does get in, its very tip of the iceberg. In fact, he's utterly surprised that all he can find at first is normie information like what movies this guy watches and some music tastes. He ends up down the rabbit hole for a few hours before he sees something that freezes him.

A profile picture for an online goth community. He can only assume its the other hacker, and what he knows now is that NightShade is a woman, an exceptionally attractive woman at that.

He can't explain it, but seeing her image has struck him. Something about her is absolutely engrossing. He finds himself leaning closer to the screen, until he can pick out the pixels beginning to form. His heart skips a beat or two as he realizes he's enamored...

He pulls back, looks away.

"Get a hold of yourself, its just some girl, you could see another on the street whenever you want." he speaks in a whisper as he leaves his chair and begins to pace his tiny room.

Why? Why is knowing she's a beautiful woman, who's exactly his type, complicating this? Is he really that touch starved that he's like some highschool boy after seeing his crush in the hallway. No...he's a 35 year old man here, he should be having these strange feelings.

And with this surge of emotion out of him plus his penance for working alone, he can't seem to find anyway of a team effort working out between them. He starts a few times from pacing to go back to his desk and reply that he is uninterested, but he can't seem to finish the task.

Neo finds himself sitting on this thought all night and more, your face left in a browser on his computer...

✧✧✧

It's been a week since you messaged Neo, and after the first day or so, your heart felt heavy. You know it really isn't that deep, but the rejection took a hit on you. You started agreeing to CD burns and mix tapes on the fourth day, you feel so down and strapped for cash. You actively seek out reasons to leave your room because it beats sitting around for a reply that won't come, as well as all the lack of work you've been having.

Tonight, you drag home some Chinese take out, walking up the steps of your apartment building as if your legs are made of sludge. By the time you throw yourself into your apartment, you can barely muster the energy to eat. You store most of the food away for tomorrow, but keep the crab rangoons, those don't heat up very nice after all.

You set up at your desk, working on getting ahold of some test answers for some highschool when it happens. The noise startles you enough that the crab rangoon hanging out of your mouth hits your desk. You quickly change tabs and can't even stop yourself from looking immediately.

[Neo]: I'm in. But I think we should meet in person to go over this.

You have no idea if you should fake that you've seen it, or reply straight away. You know that he might think you were waiting on him this whole time if you reply too fast, so you force yourself to finish eating while you sit and stare at the green glow of the screen with a fervor to reply.

Just when you think you can't finish the last bite fast enough, you thrust your greasy fingers to the keys.

[NightShade]: Alright, but I say when and where.

You're so much cooler through the computer, he has no idea that you're over here gushing because you know he's cute and likes to hack too. It's ridiculous, you find yourself ridiculing inwards.

[Neo]: Deal, your choice.

You think for a moment, in disbelief that he really means it. You decide to point him to the local goth club you frequent, Club Hel. You are a member there, so you have a private booth you two can talk in. You let him know where to go and who to ask for. You decide, fuck it, tomorrow can't come soon enough so might as well do it then. You go over the details and the two of you are seemingly on the same page. You stop replying this time first to get the upper hand, even though you're pretty sure the concept is childish in nature.

It's been a long day so you plop on a Deftones tee and hop into bed. Strangely enough, your dreams are filled with soft brown eyes and computer code...

✧✧✧

[familyvideostevie]

on this fine night

this is the third-highest vote from this poll, about 1000 years after the fact. just a drive with eddie, friends to lovers <3 enjoy! | fluff, friends to lovers, 1.4k

It's finally that time of year -- warm enough to leave the windows open everywhere you go. You sleep with fresh air rustling your curtains and walk everywhere you can to get some sunshine. When night falls, you can't get enough of the gentle pre-summer chill.

Eddie is happy to indulge you. He picks up whenever you call and is at your house in less than 10 minutes, even though you know it should take him at least 15 if he follows the speed limit. And then the evening is yours -- you and your dear friend cruising around town until you yawn and he demands to take you home so you can get some beauty sleep.

Tonight is no different. He picks you up with a slight squeal of his tires and a grin that lights up the dusk.

"Someone call a taxi?" he says, leaning out of the car window so far you worry he'll fall.

"Hi, Eddie," you laugh. The passenger door requires two hands to pry open and the whole van generally feels like it's about to fall apart, but it gets the job done and you always feel safe in a way that doesn't totally make sense. Eddie even got the seatbelt replaced just for you. It's one of the first things you learned from Eddie Munson -- appearances can be deceiving.

"Where are we going tonight, esteemed passenger?" He puts his hand on the back of your headrest and turns to back out of your driveway. You lean back so you can feel his fingers brush the top of your t-shirt and hope you're not too obvious.

"It's your turn to pick." He pulls his arm back and you try not to sigh too loudly. Sometimes it feels like you're just living your life waiting for him to touch you. But you're friends. That's it.

Eddie hums, tapping his fingers on the wheel as he drives down your street. The mixtape he made you is playing softly -- you told him to keep it in his car since he always drives you around. Part of you wishes you'd never asked him for one because when he made it you thought your heart might burst from your chest. Guys don't just...make mixtapes for their friends, do they?

You wish you were brave enough to say something to him. Maybe even ask him if he wants to catch a movie or go to dinner instead of just driving around. But you worry -- what if that drives him off? What if you embarrass him and yourself and then you lose the best part of your day?

A hand on your arm brings you back to the present. You realize that Eddie has been talking to you and you didn't hear a word. "Sorry," you say automatically. He releases you and you turn to him, cheeks hot. He's smiling but his brows are drawn in concern.

"What for?" he says. "S'okay, I zone out too. Not while driving," he adds. "I was saying that I know a place we can go. I think you'll like it."

You roll your shoulders and try to smile as genuinely as you can. "And I haven't been there before?"

"Nope," he says, popping the p.

The rest of the drive goes by in comfortable silence. It's not odd for you two not to speak; sometimes you just want to enjoy the quiet companionship and the music and the night air. But by the time the van slows to a stop in the empty lot of a lookout point you haven't seen before, you're antsy to get out of the car.

Before he can say anything you throw open the door and hop down, making your way to the edge of the dirt overlook and bracing your hands on the metal barrier. You're not that high up -- there are no truly high places anywhere near -- but you get a decent look at the town down below.

Eddie's door closes behind you and you hear the drag of his sneakers as he walks towards you but you don't turn around. Why can't you shake it, tonight of all nights? Why can't you just be normal about this, be his friend, be as much as he wants and no more?

"Are you okay?" he asks, softly. "I'll take you home whenever you want if you're tired, or something."

You cross your arms and sigh, imagining him behind you. He's probably got his hands tucked into his pockets and his hair a mess over wide eyes. Intimidating to some, sure, but just a kind, cute guy to you. Your friend who you'd like to be more.

"What are we doing, Eddie?" you ask him. It's so quiet you don't expect him to hear, but he does.

"Well," he drags. "I think we're...hanging out?" Anyone else and you'd think they'd misunderstood you, but you know Eddie and you know he caught your meaning. Which means that this is a rejection. You can't help it -- you bury your face in your hands and groan. Great, you think. Now you've ruined it.

"Okay," you say, muffled. "Okay."

"Wait," he says. "Wait, hold on. I--" Footsteps and then you see him through your fingers as he stands next to you against the barrier, turns so that he's leaning on it and facing you as much as you'll let him. "I think I got that wrong, I'm sorry."

Oh god, this is even worse. He's backtracking because he's uncomfortable that you're upset . "I think I'm the one who got it wrong, Eddie," you sniff. "I'd like to go home now, please." You turn away from him and try to make your way back to the van but Eddie gently grabs your wrist.

"Please listen, sweetheart," he says. The endearment stops you but you don't look at him, instead eyeing your shoes. Maybe the earth will open up and swallow you right here and you won't have to keep living this moment. "I know what we're doing here. At least I know what I'm doing. I'm trying to work up the nerve to ask you on a date."

"Oh," you say. Your heart won't stop racing and sitting down sounds really good right now. Eddie...likes you? The reality of it is much harder to wrap your head around than you thought. "Okay."

"I should have said before," Eddie continues. He sounds flustered and maybe a little sad. Could he be upset that he's upset you? "I just really like being friends with you and I don't want to scare you away."

You finally look up at him and find his huge brown eyes blown big with concern and his mouth tugged down into a frown. You really do like him so much. "You don't scare me, Eddie."

He smiles a little at that. "Well, that's good." You step towards him a little and his hand moves down from your wrist to loosely tangle his fingers with yours.

Suddenly you feel brave. This boy who can be loud and messy and distracted but also kind and thoughtful and funny and sweet and every good thing you could ever want has just told you he wants to date you. "I would say yes," you say. "If you asked me on a date. But I feel like we have been going on dates already, Eddie."

His cheeks darken at that. "I mean, maybe. I guess so. That would make this our...what, fifth night drive? Sixth?"

"Have you been counting?"

Eddie tugs on your fingers a little. "Maybe! Can you blame me?"

The grin that creeps onto your face is so wide and genuine you're sure your cheeks are going to get sore. "I guess not."

He wrinkles his nose and leans in just a hair. Your heart beats impossibly faster. "Does that means I can kiss you? Since we've been dating for a while?"

You laugh, a giggle that sounds a little hysterical but in a happy, fun, unrestrained way. You're flustered and kind of worried you're dreaming but you might as well lean in to your dreams coming true, right? "Maybe," you tell him. "Don't push your luck, Munson."

Eddie laughs, too, but loudly and fully before grinning so wide you can see all of his teeth. His eyes are sparkling ."Me?" he says. "Never."

[junipers-archive]

Dating Aaron Hotchner Headcannons

Short-ish and sweet headcanons about dating hotch

Warnings: none (sfw)

he treats you like a princess

im serious, date nights take place with dinner reservations and gifts

he's obsessed with treating you

Also has an obsession with being your first *for everything

This includes taking you to new places and gifting you the most outlandishly sweet gifts

One time you guys were heading home and he sprung tickets to your favorite band on you and you both almost crashed when you reached over to hug him

He's a total hover-boyfriend, he checks up on you constantly to make sure you're safe and you're comfortable

You were the first one to ever have him send a selfie that wasn't his work mandatory profile photo

You're photo is in his wallet

He'll never admit it but his favorite date to take you on is coffee mini-dates when you don't have time to do much else before he goes on a case-related trip

He's particularly fond of the burst of energy the coffee invokes in you because he gets to listen to you ramble about your favorite subjects

When he gets sick its your turn to dote on him and he takes with absolutely zero dignity, he is a gianormous baby when he gets sick and will 100% over exaggerate any symptoms of a cold

On your anniversary he rents out a movie theatre for the two of you to watch your favorite movie in private

Absolute romantic, im telling you once he gets past his emotional restraints he dotes on you like theres no tomorrow

You're the only one he'll dance with, slow dancing isn't his best skill, but he tries and he'll never admit it but if a faster-paced song comes on and he's had a little too much to drink he's not too bad

If he has to leave on a case really early and not wake you up, he'll leave you a letter telling you all details possible

Makes you breakfast before he leaves out of guilt most of the time

Constantly apologizes for leaving so quickly especially if you're on a date when he's paged, but ultimately makes up for it with hundreds of calls

Tries to break it of with you after a year because he doesn't think he gives you enough attention and believes you deserve better

Takes a long time to convince him otherwise, afterwards you move into together

literally loves you more than himself its alarming, and you try to accept his love without taking advantage of him

He'll also never admit to the fact but everyone see's how fond he is about being pampered

You take notice when he smiles-more-than-his-upside-down-hotch-smile as you gift him a new tie that you just had to get him while out shopping

You're each others favorite people

Your favorite past time is when he took you on a spontaneous date later in the day after a case that ended better than most

He took you to get ice cream and then up to an observatory near the airport to watch the planes take off and land as the sun set

Sometimes when you can sense him drifting after harder cases you pull him back with these types of dates (initiated by you) especially when he doesn't feel like talking

Also after you guys are together for a while you start testing out nicknames, you try all of them in the book before finding one he's fond of

You find he blushes the darkest shade when you refer to him as "hot stuff" but ultimately settle on bear

He likes to call you sweetheart when he's feeling loving, honey when he's doting on you and sunshine when you've done something very very right or very very wrong

All in all dating Aaron Hotchner is the dream

Or at least thats what you tell everyone when they catch you in the lobby on your way to pamper him

Also when Derek finds out you call him "hot stuff" on the down-low Hotch never hears the end of it

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Kind of having a shit night but all I can think about it mommy Wanda helping me feel good.

Her sensing I’m in a sad mood right as I walk into the house. She gives me the biggest hug and so many kisses. We cook dinner together but it’s actually mostly her cooking and im sitting on the counter admiring her. After dinner we watch a movie together on the couch and then go to bed. While we’re cuddling I can’t help but get touchy, she’s just made me feel so loved and safe. Wanda guides me onto my back, pulling away to admire me under her. “You’re so beautiful, darling,” she leans down to kiss me and then starts taking my clothes off. She kisses down my body, leaving none of my skin untouched by her lips. She takes her own clothes off and puts my favorite strap on. She guides it to center and rubs it on my clit to get it slick. She slowly enters me making us both moan. She rocks into me in a slow and gentle pace. You finger laced with mine while our faces are buried into each others necks. Wanda reaches a hand down to rub my clit, helping me reach my high quicker. “Cum for me, baby. Look into my eyes as you cum for mommy” that’s what throws me over the edge. My nails scratching down Wanda’s back as I clench around her, causing her to cum just after me, filling me up deliciously. She kisses my forehead and pulls out, conjuring a damp towel to clean us up. After we’re both clean she pulls me into her, my back pressed up against her front. “Goodnight, baby. I love you so much” with that we both fall asleep.

I’m such a sucker for sweet sex. I love when it’s rough too but on nights like this all I want is to be treated gently.

-K

awe, i'm sorry that you didn't have a good night K, here's something to make you feel better

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warm arms embrace you, your tired eyes dropping slightly as you feel yourself relax into the hug. your girlfriend pulls back, her green eyes searching yours for a moment before she gently places her lips on your forehead, kissing you softly.

she walks the two of you into the kitchen, planting gentle kisses all over your face until your cheeks are red and there's a small smile on your lips. you're already feeling a thousand times better than when you walked in, but nowhere near you usual energy level.

wanda doesn't seem to mind, humming as she prepares dinner. she can sense your eyes following her as she cooks, and glances back a couple of times just to smile as you.

she makes dinner in record speed, wanting to get you back in her arms as soon as possible. she hates it when her baby is sad, and just wants to make you feel better however she can.

you eat dinner in silence, only mumbling a few short sentences in response to wanda's questions. your eyes stay locked on her, just admiring her face as you think about how grateful you are to have her in your life.

you can barely remember the movie the two of your watched, your mind elsewhere as you cuddled into wanda's side. your spirits didn't quite lift when she started touching you, but you definitely got distracted from your thoughts for a while.

taking you to bed, wanda notices how touchy you are, your hands lingering around her waist as your lips part while staring at her own. She loves the way your cheeks flush, and brushes back a strand of your hair while pushing you onto your back.

hovering over you, she whispers, "You're so beautiful, darling. mommy's here for you."

you think you could cry at the words, and wrap your arms round her neck as she leans down to kiss you. her lips are gentle, sliding against yours and making you feel like you've finally come home.

you barely register your clothes being discarded, until you feel the warm air of your shared bedroom hit your skin when Wanda starts kissing her way down your body. her lips are still gentle, her teeth never making an appearance and marking your skin. as much as she loves showing her possession of you, tonight is not about that.

by the time her lips have grown tired, your skin is littered with her kisses, each one symbolizing her love for you. she twists her fingers, your favorite strap-on appearing around her hips, and you whine.

it's the first sound you've made that night, and it spurs wanda on. she gently runs the tip of the toy down your slit, collecting the juices as they leak from your needy pussy. pushing her strap in, you both moan in sync when she finally bottoms out.

her movements are slow and meaningful, her lips finding their way to your neck. your hands find hers, and she laces her fingers with yours as she pins your hands to the bed.

"let mommy make you feel good, baby." wanda murmurs, her lips still attached to your neck. you just roll your hips, your orgasm rising as tears prick in your eyes. you never feel as loved as you do when wanda's around. she always makes you feel like the only person in the world when she's around you, and you tell her you love her, your voice shaking as she pulls back.

her green eyes meet your slightly damp ones, and she kisses you, one of her hands reaching down to circle your clit. when you start gasping into her mouth, she disconnects your lips, saying, "go on sweetheart, come for mommy. look into my eyes when you come, you sweet thing."

your body follows her command like that's what it was born to do, tears welling up as your orgasm washes over you like a slow-moving tide. feeling her hips stutter as your walls clamp down on her, wanda comes not a moment after you, your nails leaving deep scratches in her back as she ruts abasing your. wanda's gentle as she brings you down, her hands touching your skin and sending it ablaze with her love.

her hands are still gentle when she conjures a washcloth, the warm fabric soothing you as she washes the two of you clean. she pulls you against her, her lips still pressed against your skin as she cuddles against you.

"Goodnight, baby. I love you so much." Her words wrap around your ears, and you finally let your tears loose. You cry, and wanda holds you close. you've never felt more loved.

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wait now i want this, thank you K!!

[half-as-big-as-life]

Okay, I have to ask about "The law & daniel molloy"

YIPPEE!!! Law & daniel molloy is my baby

There's 2 universes of it right now. Both are the same premise, but the minor characters are different. All human AU.

The Law & Daniel Molloy is a crossover with one of my favorite tv shows, The Law & Harry McGraw, which itself is a spinoff of Murder, She Wrote. Harry was in 6 episodes of MSW iirc, and the spinoff had 16 episodes before it was canceled.

The show revolves around Harry, who is a private investigator in boston. His closest friend works across the hall from him in the same building, a defense attorney named Eleanor Maginnis. Harry is kind of uncouth, but nice. Ellie is fancy. You wouldn't expect them to be as close as they are from appearances/personality alone.

Ellie's husband, Matt, died two years before the last episode, and the timeline is in spinoff hell because why wouldn't it be. Harry was an alcoholic and Matt, before he died, was the one who got Harry to attend AA.

Next is Harry's niece, EJ. She works for him as his assistant. Ellie's nephew Steve works for Ellie, and he's a tax lawyer.

There's other characters, like Cookie. He is the bartender at the bar/restaurant Harry loves. Everyone else thinks the food is bad except Harry.

As well as that, there is Tyler Chase, a district attorney, who hates Harry and is in love with Eleanor. He is... something. AND he was played by Peter Haskell, the guy from the Chucky movies, I guess.

I swear, all these characters are relevant.

PART 2: CHARACTERS

Daniel takes the role of Harry, and Armand of Ellie, and Marius of Matt. I've changed my mind about EJ and Steve, I think Sybelle may be EJ and Antoine be Steve.

Thorne is Cookie. That's not truly important but it is a silly little thing and why I mentioned Cookie at all. Yippee! Thorne!

And David as Tyler Chase.

PART 3: THE AUS THEMSELVES

Section 1

Like I said, there are 2 AUs. One is of an episode of the show, the other is the ACTUAL AU.

The one that is just an actual episode of the show is the last episode, Maginnis for the People, in which Ellie is upset when her friend is accused of murdering her (the friend's) husband, and hires some famous fuck from texas instead of her (Ellie).

In this AU, which I've called De Romanus for the People, the plot is the same.

Armand's work has been slow lately

He goes to a dinner party held by Louis and Lestat, David is there, as well as Madeleine. There's others who do not matter, perhaps

David asks (read: begs) Armand to work for him, and he denies

After the dinner party, the last person leaves (Madeleine), and Louis closes the gate and sets the alarm (the housekeeper is off for the night)

The next morning, the housekeeper comes in and finds Lestat dead, an apparent suicide. Louis is upset and confused, and people are acting very strange about him

They think Louis killed his husband! But he didn't :(

Daniel and Armand go to Louis, so Armand can talk to him. Armand comforts him a bit, until Louis gets a call. Its revealed that he'd already hired Raglan James as his attorney, and didn't need Armand for it

Daniel asks housekeeper about it all (im thinking the housekeeper may be Babette, either way doesn't matter) and learns that the marriage wasn't doing too good. Separate bedrooms, Louis having a possible affair. But the weird thing is? The alarm was off when Babette got there that morning...

David has Daniel thrown off the property, and Armand is here now and FREAKING OUT! Angrily agrees to lunch w David, that he may go to work there

Of all people, Louis hired that bitch Raglan James! Instead of Armand! His friend of many YEARS!

Speedrun of the next bits:

James asks Daniel to work for him, and eventually Daniel agrees, but James tries to get him to pay off a witness. He thinks Louis is guilty. Daniel and Armand fight over his working for James. Armand has lunch w David; Claudia and Madeleine meet for the first time. He really does go to work for David but HATES it. Quits. Daniel quits working for James, too. Louis shows up, hears that Armand thinks he's innocent, and him and Armand make up.

Eventually some things happen and the killer is revealed. I won't spoil it all. But the bad guy gets arrested and everything is OK.

Section 2

This AU is not based on an episode, just the premise of the show itself. It involves Louis and Lestat, with the murder of their daughter and trying to figure out who did it. There's less thought put into this one so far, but it's more important, as it's the actual canon for tL&DM

CONCLUSION

De Romanus for the People is NOT canon to the real lore, just kinda fun

If you made it to the end WOW cause I have typed far too many words here and I apologize. Passionate soul and all that

If you have lore questions feel free to ask because I am actually insane about the show + this AU

[oxpogues4lifexo]

Keeping up with the Camerons

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Keeping up with the Camerons

Episode 1 - Kildare Royalty - Part 2

Episode transcript (/ means cut scene, bold italics means narrator, bold means host)

Word Count: 2.5K

Part 1 Here

"Ward, tell the audience a little about yourself."

"Okay. Um, I'm Ward Cameron, I'm fifty-six, and I own a business called Cameron Developments; but I mostly stay at home and just file the paper work, make sure everyone's doing their jobs properly! I have three beautiful children, and two amazing adopted children. I have a perfect wife who has taken in my children as her own since she's joined our family. Annnnd.. I think that's it haha."

/

"I'm Rafe Cameron, I'm nineteen. I play golf, and ride a motorcycle, any of you pretty girls want a ride, hit me up.." He winks at the camera, obviously not meaning what Ryan or any of the camermen understood. Ryan looked at him as if expecting more so Rafe huffed and pulled something up on the spot, "I have four close friends, two sisters, a dad and a step mum. Don't think there's much else to be said." Rafe's expectations for the show were slowing drifting away as he began to grow irritated at the lack of interesting questions.

/

"Umm, I'm Wheezie Cameron! I'm thirteen, I have an older sister and an older brother. I like to write, and make bracelets with Sarah. And I also like to have girls nights with her, Rose and Rafe's friend, Bella. We bake and watch movies and stuff, it's really fun!"

/

"Imm, Sarah, l'm sixteen, I have a boyfriend called Topper. I like to go to the beach and go out with my friends. I think that's it." The lack of preparation made it hard for her to think of anything other than the bare minimum, making her answer seem almost fake. She puts on a false smile to try and cover the awkwardness.

/

"Well, I'm Rose Cameron. Im a stay at home mum. I help Ward with his business and I also run a real estate agency!" She pulls a smile, the interview finally being about something she loves, her. Somehow another glass of wine has made its way into her hand as the breeze from the now open doors blows her hair around in a rather attractive manner; complimenting her now, extroverted composure.

/

"Ward. What would you say is your favourite part about this family?"

"God, only one? Uhh.. Well. I think I'd have to say, how different we all are. The kids aren't the closest but it means we always have something to talk about. Rafe always telling us about his friends' drama, Sarah always coming up with crazy stories and Wheezie talking about her new hobbies. Aswell as the additional arguments between Callum and Bella; it always makes for a very interesting dinner. The family talks are definitely my favourite I'd say!"

"And.. who would you say you're the closest to?"

"Definitely my angel, Sarah. Bella comes a close second. I just spent the most time with Sarah growing up so we have the most in common. And Bella's just a sweetheart to be around. Always making me smile."

"So Bella is a big part of your life then?"

"Yeah l'd say so. I raised her, taught her everything she needs to know, and now she walks around as one of my own. She's here almost everyday, and she's always up for anything. I love her."

/

"Rafe, Ward mentioned that Bella and Callum are your closest friends. Could you go into that? How did you meet?"

Rate's smile reappears at the mention of them.

Him now suddenly re-interested in the conversation; sitting back more comfortably as he finally wants to get deep into something, a gentle grin replaces his previous glare. "Well, yeah he's right. Bella's probably closer to me but I grew up with them both. Them, aswell as Topper and Kelce, are my only real friends. We're always together. There's really not a moment when we're ever doing anything alone. I met them all when I was a kid; Topper and Kelce I met through our parents. And Bella and Callum moved in with us like ten years ago?" He takes a moment to look over at Ward who was sat just out the shot. He gives him a quick nod to confirm his words before Rafe turns back to the camera. A proud grin now spread across his cheeks. "Yeah. Ten years ago! They all met each other through me and vice versa. Then ever since we've just kinda been inseparable. All of us."

"You spoke about Bella and Callum moving in correct?"

"Yes, well, they moved back out a few years ago. I would tell you they got kicked out but Wards watching so.." Rafe lowers his voice as he leans forward onto his legs again, causing suspicion amongst Ward's face. "But yeah they moved back home but basically still live here anyways with how much they're always over." He chuckles trying to push the previous sentence away, with full intention to speak on it later when Ward isn't around to hear.

Ward stayed in the room to 'supervise’. Survey Rafe's interview to make sure he doesn't say anything too private or out of line on the first episode.

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"You have to be careful with Rafe." Ward explains, now moved outside. The sun almost completely covered by the sea edge and the wind had picked up since the last shot of him, made evident in the way he let his hair follow the winds lead. "He doesn't think before he speaks. But he also doesn't care for others feelings that much, he likes to speak his mind. So yeah I had to stick around for his interview to make sure he doesn't talk about anything unnecessary or out of pocket. He tends to do it quite a lot with all of us and it does cause some tension. It's one of the reasons why we like having Bella and Cal' around, because they seem to occupy his mind and also take over the cause of disagreement."

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"A boyfriend? May I ask, is this the same Topper, Rafe is friends with?"

"Yes it is! Well I mean, me and Topper met first, in Middle School, and so Rafe became close with him because of me. So if anything, he has me to thank." She smiles smugly at the camera, tilting her head slightly to rub it in Rafe's face.

"How is it going between you two, may l ask? Still going strong?"

Those words manage to pull out a genuine smile, her face lighting up at the mention of her boyfriend, causing less tension between her and the camera. She readjusts herself on the couch, patting down her dress as it began to rise. "He's so sweet. I don't see how there could be any issues between us. Were more than perfect if that's even possible," She lets out a small breathy laugh at her own words, the smitten look written all over her face; her cheeks blushed and eyes glistening. "I see him almost everyday because he's friends with Rafe anyways so it's like a win-win for all of us really! And Ward loves him so that's a bonus."

/

"That's sweet, it's nice to hear you're all very close!"

"Yeah well I mean, I'm close with them all. But Sarah and Bella fell out a few years back and Rose doesn't particularly like her very much so it can be awkward sometimes. But they all do it for me so they just remember that and then it's all okay!"

"I knew Bella was a friend of Rafe's. Is she a good friend of yours too then?"

"Mmmmhm.. Best friend actually! Hm.." Wheezie giggles to herself as she pulls herself closer to the camera, "I actually think they like each other.. She denies it but even Topper and Kelce agreed theres something going on.." she sits back. "I guess we'll all find out together after this comes out wont we." She giggles again as her shoulders rise with her smile.

"I'll be sure to keep an eye out for that." Ryan gives Wheezie a wink as he lowers his voice, causing a small laugh to fall from her

He sits back crossing his legs, "Wheezie what do you do on a girls night then?"

"Um, well normally it's the full day. If so then we'd go out shopping or go on the boat or something. Then we'd come home and even bake or make pizzas and then eat it whilst watching a movie. We sometimes paint our nails and stuff too. Oh! And also Sarah and Bella share all the boy gossip. We try to get Rose to but she thinks it's weird seeing as Wards our dad but I don't get why?"

/

"Rose, earlier, Wheezie mentioned that you don't particularly like Bella that much? Could you tell us why?"

She shows us a tight smile, her eyes falling at the mention of Bella's name. Rose sighs heavily as she leans back against the couch crossing her arms like a toddler. "Because why should I? She stole Rafe from us, she takes up all Wards time, her and her brother are always here invading our space. Theres no reason to like her! It's a stupid question." The change in tone made Ryan almost uncomfortable as he begins to break into a sweat. A man angry is scary, but a mother angry is worse. And Rose herself is one scary woman.

“Right um.. Do you not think that maybe she's just trying to be nice? She makes Rafe and Wheezie very happy do you see that?"

"What is this? An interview about me or her?"

/

"Well Ward unless there's anything else you'd like to talk about I think that's it!"

"Oh great! I think I'm all good, did you want to start on the tour?"

/

"Rafe, Ward also brought up how Bella is a special part of his life. Does that apply to you too?"

Rate lets out a small breathy laugh at the question, not understanding why he was getting so personal all of a sudden. "I mean yeah obviously but-"

His attention is taken as his focus moves to behind Ryan, the glass doors open and a small figure pops a head through. "Umm sorry.. is it a bad time?"

Ryan opens his mouth to answer but before he could, Rafe had already made his way over, a camera following to capture the moment. "Of course not! Whats wrong?"

"Oh um.. I was just going to ask for the key to the refrigerator on the boat? We can't get in." A quiet giggle leaves the girls lips as Rafes curl into a helpless smile.

"Don't be stupid Bells. Just gotta ask! Don't gotta be so nervous. The cameras are just cameras.." His hand grazes her own as he reassures her; he turns around to go over to the kitchen.

Bella's gaze follows the camera, a smile tugging at her soft lips. She lifts her hand and gives the camera a wave. "Hi!"

"Bella correct?"

"Umm.." She was caught off guard by the sudden statement. She steps closer to get a better view of him. "Correct! But how do you-"

"Rafe and Ward have both mentioned you once or twice. It's nice to meet you!"

She smiles once again, this time her cheeks blushing along. "It's nice to meet you too! What've they said may I ask?" She laughs nervously as she takes a seat on the couch opposite the large-framed man, tugging at her crop top slightly so she wasn't flashing anyone by accident.

"Oh you came to join hm?" Rafe places himself next to her, his arm effortlessly falling around her neck.

She giggles as her eyes take his, "Nope! Just wondering what you've said about me that's all." Her smile doesn't fade as he raises an eyebrow, his head turns to Ryan as he squints his eyes slightly, trying to pick up on if he's told her or not.

"I haven't said anything?"

"Mmmhm sure." The amusement not leaving her face as he looks back at her. A grin creeping onto his lips, "Excuse me? You gonna be quiet or you gonna leave? Your choice."

Her jaw drops jokingly as if he just offended her; she turns to face Ryan, the same intentional stare Rafe wore an hour previous.

"Is he behaving? He's not being rude to you is he?"

"Right! What's that supposed to mean then?"

She giggles but doesn't take her eyes off of Ryan, "Yes I'd say so." He chuckles at her enthusiasm and pure genuineness to her question, "He was just about to tell me if you-”

"Lalalalalala." Rafe quickly interrupts shoving his hands over Bella's ears as he guides her to the door. "He doesn't know what he's saying. I'm done with the interview!"

She rips his hands from her ears, her mouth agape as her eyes frown, "What were you about to tell him?" She tilts her head slightly.

"I don't know what you're on about! I think you should go before Callum beats my ass for taking up your time."

"Rafe we aren't done!"

"Yes we are!"

"Rafe?? Go finish the interview, you were looking forward to it!" She pushes him lightly in the chest, gesturing for him to go sit back down.

He rolls his eyes but obliges nonetheless. She giggles once more, poking her head round to Ryan and smiling again, "Behave!" She points a finger to Rafe before a realisation hits her face, "Oh! And thank you for the key!" She shakes the keychain towards him as if he didn't know what a key was before waving goodbye to the cameras and Ward, and leaving, skipping down to the boat.

"Well she's a sweetheart, wouldn't you say Rafe?"

Rafe's brow furrows, knowing what he's implying.

Ryan doesn't let up as he gets straight to the point, "Do you like her?"

"Yeah l'd say she has a special place in my heart like Ward! Now can I go? Thank you!" He changed the subject before unhesitatingly jumping off the couch and headed straight outside; avoiding the whole question.

Ryan and Ward both let out a heavy laugh as Ward walks into frame, "I'm telling you right now, he doesn't get nervous like that. I'll leave it at that." He grins before heading off to do his own thing, leaving Ryan with the open-ended answers of does he or doesn't he? He smiles to himself before finding Wheezie.

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hii im sorry if you're getting so many requests, but may I request Bernard and an afab he/they human reader? The reader is close friends with Charlie and once loved and adored Christmas but after their mom died they stopped believing altogether, so Charlie takes them to (i thinks its Christmas town??) and Bernard takes up the job personally to reignite the readers belief in Christmas. I hope this makes sense, I'm sorry if it doesn't!

Little Secret (Bernard the Elf X TransMasc!Reader)

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Summary: After losing your mom, Charlie notices that you’ve lost all Christmas spirit. Being the son of Santa Claus, he decides to bring you to the North Pole, where you meet the Head Elf.

A/N: could be read as platonic or romantic i think. mentions of death and grief

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“Charlie, I really don’t want to intrude.” You protested as your best friend and college roommate helped you pack your suitcase. “I’m fine with staying here, I promise.”

“Y/n, there’s no way I’m letting you stay here. You’ll be miserable!” He looked at you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Besides, no one should be alone during Christmas.”

“It’s just Christmas.” You muttered a bit bitterly. Charlie sighed, pursing his lips at you, but he said nothing.

This was the first Christmas you’d be celebrating without your mother, whom you lost earlier in the year. Christmas had been your favorite time of year, but with her gone, it felt like there was no point in celebrating anymore. You couldn’t wait for the holiday to pass so you could stop dreading it.

Charlie felt inclined to help you change your view on the holiday. He was your friend, and he hated seeing you so miserable, especially during such a happy time of year. But there, of course, was another reason he was so adamant about helping you get through the holiday.

You arrived at Charlie’s mom’s house late that night. She and Neil welcomed you with open arms like they always did, which made you feel a bit better than you had when you left campus. The four of you had dinner together before settling in the living room. Eventually, Laura and Neil went to bed. Feeling tired yourself, you wanted to do the same. But you didn’t want to leave Charlie or be alone in your shared room, so you stayed put, slowly falling asleep on the couch as some movie played in the background.

***

As you slowly woke up, you felt colder than you did when you fell asleep. It felt like someone had put a high-speed fan in front of your face, the cold biting at you no matter how you tried to shield yourself from it.

“Dad, I think they’re waking up.” You heard Charlie’s voice as you slowly opened your eyes. Suddenly, Charlie appeared above you, a dark night sky behind his head. This confused you even more, because you don’t remember falling asleep outside. “Have a good nap, Y/n?”

“Where are we?” You asked groggily, slowly sitting up. The sight of your surroundings almost made you faint. “Charlie, where are we?!”

You were thousands of feet in the air, flying over sea and ice. That explained why you were so cold. But what you didn’t understand was why the man flying whatever you were sitting in was dressed in red and white like he was Santa Claus.

“The North Pole!” Charlie replied with a bright grin.

“What?!”

Suddenly, you slowed down, reaching a vast land covered in snow. You were too scared to look down, but whatever you were sitting in, you were starting to guess it was a sleigh, lowered to the ground and then deep below it. The lower the sleigh went, the warmer you became, which you were thankful for.

As you went further underground, the man driving the sleigh turned to look at you. This must have been some insane, elaborate prank because he truly looked like Santa Claus.

“Hey, Y/n!” He said, and you recognized the voice as Charlie’s father.

“Mr. Calvin?” You said hesitantly, eyes flitting to Charlie, who nodded in confirmation.

“Come on, kid. I told you, you can call me Scott.”

“Or Santa,” Charlie added with a laugh.

The three of you jolted slightly as the sleigh finally touched the ground. As you looked around, you debated whether to jump out of the sleigh and start running, or to curl up in a ball and hope that this was just a dream. Seeing a crowd of kids around the sleigh talking loudly and staring at you made you lean towards the latter.

You were about to ask a million questions, but someone came up to sleigh, looking at Scott.

“Santa, finally, you’re back.” He said, staring at him sternly. He didn’t seem to be much older than you or Charlie. “You’ve only checked the naughty and nice list once; you’re supposed to do it twice. Christmas is in six days.”

“Bernard, Bernard, Bernard.” Scott patted the man’s shoulder. “You worry too much. I can check a list with two billion names on it before Christmas.”

“You brought guests,” Bernard said suddenly, giving a polite nod to Charlie before staring at you. It was clear that you were the odd man out in the sleigh. 

“Yes! Bernard, this is Y/n, Charlie’s roommate.”

Bernard gasped in horror, making you flinch. You wonder what Charlie and his father have been telling these strange people about you to warrant such a reaction.

“You brought a…” Bernard looked around at the rest of the kids in the room. They had started to disperse, but it was clear that some were still listening. He leaned in to whisper something to Scott before pulling back. “Here?!”

“Yes, yes, I did. But don’t worry, because you’re gonna help fix that!”

Incredibly confused by the conversation happening in front of you, you leaned over to Charlie.

“What the hell are they talking about?” You asked. “And what did that guy call me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Charlie patted your back before getting his dad’s attention. “Dad, I’m gonna show Y/n around the workshop.”

“The what?” Your questioning was ignored as Charlie dragged you out of the sleigh. You quickly glanced back at Scott and Bernard, who was staring at you with a mixed expression, before being yanked out of the room.

***

It took a few hours to wrap your head around what was happening. Apparently, Charlie’s dad was Santa Claus. The Santa Claus, and had been since Charlie was a little kid. All the kids that had flocked around the sleigh when you landed in the North Pole were actually elves, all older than anyone you’ve known by at least five times. And Bernard, who was in charge of the workshop, was the oldest of them all.

You were still half convinced this was some weird dream.

But when you woke up to a knock on the door and realized you were still in the festive bedroom that Charlie had taken you to after the tour he gave you, it was clear that this wasn’t a dream. Weird? Yes. Dream? No.

Groggily, you stumbled out of bed and went to the door. You had no idea what time it was, but you were mentally cursing this mystery person for waking you up.

“Hi.” Bernard was standing in front of you, looking a tad bit impatient.

“Hi…?” You replied, wondering what he was doing at your door at… well, whatever time it was. “I didn’t order a wake-up call.” You tried to joke, rubbing some of the sleep out of your eyes.

Surprisingly, Bernard let out a little laugh. Well, it wasn’t much of a laugh. He just made a small sound as he exhaled through his nose, but you decided to count it.

“No, Santa did.” It was your turn to do a small laugh that didn’t seem much like a laugh. Already, this conversation seemed absolutely ridiculous. “He charged me with looking after you, showing you around, that kind of thing.”

“Looking after me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “No offense, but I’m a big boy; I think I can manage.” 

To be perfectly honest, you were planning to spend however long your stay was locked in your room. Wandering around a place filled with holiday spirit and festive decor didn’t feel very appealing to you.

“I bet you can, but I’m afraid he insisted. Charlie, too.”

You sighed. You didn’t really know what your friend was up to, but you knew you would have a few words with him when you got back to school.

Bernard seemed like he wasn’t going to budge on the matter, so you nodded.

“Fine. Lemme just…” You looked down at your clothes, deeming your loose pajamas a bit unfitting for the below-freezing temperatures of the North Pole. “I gotta change first.”

Without waiting for a response, you shut the door on Bernard. You made quick work of changing your clothes, making sure to layer up as much as you could without restricting your mobility. When you slipped your shoes on and opened the door again, Bernard perked up and smiled.

“So, what do you wanna do?” He asked you as you walked down a long hallway.

“I dunno; what is there to do around here?”

***

Turns out, there was a lot to do at the North Pole. You almost felt bad for the elves because they had to work until Christmas, but they somehow didn’t seem to mind.

You and Bernard started by walking around the town square, where he pointed out every shop and activity, hoping that something would pique your interest. The two of you went through various stores that sold candies, snowglobes, and loads of other Christmas-themed objects. Eventually, you got tired of walking around and were getting a bit chilly, so Bernard took you to what he deemed to be the best hot chocolate shop in all of the North Pole.

“Where are we going?” You asked, holding your giant mug close to your chest as Bernard took you out of the shop, heading out of Christmas town and close to a bundle of trees.

“I know a place.” He answered, sparing you a small glance and smile. “And being Head Elf, it gets to be my little secret.”

After a few minutes of trudging through snow, you found yourself at a small clearing. It was absolutely beautiful. Although you hated the chill of the heavy snow, it made the place look enchanting. Near you, at the edge of the trees, was a bench with an awning, so it was the only thing not covered in white. You could see a good-sized patch of ice on the other side of the clearing. It was probably a pond or small lake that never melted because of the constant below-freezing temperatures.

“I can see why you’d keep a place like this to yourself.” You say to Bernard as the two of you settle on the bench. You stirred your cocoa with the candy cane that came with your drink, sighing in contentment after taking a sip. 

“Yeah, I rarely ever come though.”

“Why?” You asked, glancing at him only to find that he was already looking at you.

“Too busy.” He shrugged. “Sure, December’s always the busiest, but it’s not like the workshop just stops working for the rest of the year.”

You nodded, and you fell into a bit of silence. Just drinking hot cocoa and watching snow fall.

When your mugs were empty and the sky started getting a bit darker, you decided it was time to head back into town.

“Thanks for showing me this place; it’s really nice.” You say as you try to step in the footprints you made on the way in. Something annoying about the winter snow was the way it clung to your shoes, and you’d have to kick against the doorframe to get it all off. “I promise not to tell anyone about your little secret.”

“I think it’s safe to say that it’s our little secret now,” Bernard said, patting your shoulder.

***

The next few days were better than you thought they’d be. You spent a lot of time with Bernard and Charlie, either in the workshop, having hot cocoa and cookies, or going to the clearing in the woods. Somehow, despite being surrounded by elves and Christmas decorations and such, you sort of forgot that Christmas was just around the corner.

Until you woke up on Christmas Eve.

Charlie was the one to wake you up, because Bernard had to do a final checklist on everything before Scott (you refused to call him Santa) took off for the night. You wished his holiday spirit could rub off on you a bit, because you were worried about bringing the mood down with your constant thoughts of loss. But with the elves’ franticness and Charlie’s sunny disposition, it seemed no one really noticed.

Before Scott had to go to the sleigh, you and Charlie said goodbye to him and wished him luck. Then, when Charlie asked you what you wanted to do, you told him you wanted to go for a walk alone. Knowing your feelings regarding the holidays, he nodded and said he’d see you later. Although he brought you to the North Pole to try to help you regain some of the Christmas spirit you had once lost, the last thing he wanted to do was force you into reliving memories that now felt tainted.

You found yourself at the clearing. Your and Bernard’s little secret. You bundled yourself up in a blanket you had grabbed from your room, watching the snowfall.

You were glad that Bernard showed you this place, grateful even. It was the one place here that didn’t make you feel too miserable. The memories attached to this place were filled with Bernard, hot chocolate, and laughs.

“Thought I’d find you here.” You were startled out of your thoughts by Bernard, who walked over to you holding two large steaming cups with candy canes. It had become your usual drink for the last couple of days. 

“I thought you were looking after the workshop.” You said, giving a quick nod of thanks as Bernard handed you your drink and settled beside you. “You know, having to get everything ready for… him and stuff.”

“He just left.” You noticed that Bernard had started trying to refrain from saying ‘Santa’ around you. Maybe because he knew how ridiculous the whole thing felt to you. Or perhaps he knew about your view on the holiday itself. Either way, you were a bit grateful for it. “Thought I’d try to find you.”

“Well, here I am.” You clinked your mug against Bernard’s, and the two of you drank. The hot liquid warmed you from the inside, and you closed your eyes, leaning your head back.

There was a beat of silence before Bernard decided to speak.

“I’m sorry about your mom.” It was quiet, but the last word made your eyes shoot open. You looked at him for a moment.

“Did Charlie tell you?” It was the only reason you could think of. Either him or Scott. Despite all the time you’ve spent with Bernard recently, you had never brought up your mother.

“Kind of.” Bernard tapped the side of his cup, leaning back in his seat and looking at you. “Being Head Elf and all, I check the naughty and nice list before it gets to the big guy. And… I saw what you wanted for Christmas.” You nodded in understanding. 

“I’m a bit surprised I was on the list at all.” You said. “I don’t think I’ve really believed in Christmas or magic or anything since she died. No offense.”

“Everyone’s on the list, no matter what.” Bernard gave you a tightlipped smile. “And none taken. I’ll admit I was a bit... hesitant about you being here at first. I wasn’t sure what a non-believer in the North Pole would do to the magic.” You nodded, now understanding why he acted the way he did when he first met you at the sleigh. “I got you something.”

“What?” You looked at him in surprise.

“I don’t really know where you stand on the holiday right now, but I figured you should at least still have a present.” 

Bernard dug into his pocket and held his hand out, covering the small object with his hand. When you grabbed it, he lifted his hand to reveal a snow globe. The inside was a tiny replica of the clearing you were sitting in now.

“It’s enchanted.” He said, looking at you looking at the globe. “If you shake it, it’ll show you a memory of your mom that you want to see.”

You looked at him suspiciously, but he looked serious. You figured you might as well give it a try. After all, you’ve seen flying reindeer and creatures that were a few hundred years old. You were starting to become a bit more open-minded.

Giving the snow globe a quick shake, you watched as the little white flecks swirled around. When they dispersed, you saw that Bernard had been telling the truth. You remembered this moment; it was one of your favorite memories with your mom. She was making frosting for Christmas cookies, and a younger you sat on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs. You talked about anything you could, and she did nothing but listen. Like she always did. The only times she tried to shut you up was so you could taste the frosting she made.

When the little snowflakes swirled back around and fell to the bottom, the memory had disappeared. You looked up at Bernard, only realizing a few tears cascaded down your cheeks when he lifted his hand to wipe them away.

“I know it’s not exactly what you had wanted, but I hope you like it.”

“I love it.” You insisted, setting your mug and globe next to you on the bench so you could wrap your arms around Bernard. He put down his mug and patted your back comfortingly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” When you separated, you smiled at each other, and you opened your tightly wrapped blanket to put part of it around his shoulders. The two of you huddled together for some more warmth. “So, do you think you’ll come back to the North Pole next year?”

You glanced at the snow globe before leaning your head on Bernard’s shoulder. In turn, he rested his head on yours.

“I’d like that.”

***

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interested to know whats the Specific Vibe you think spommy/shaymien/amangela/other ships you like give off aside from the usual “friends to lovers/same brain” tropes!! i feel like i have descriptive vibes that explain why i like their dynamic

HMMMM okay i know Exactly what you mean. there was a post like this that went around Ages ago (different time, different ships, different fandom really) and i wouldn't know where to find it even if i tried so kudos to them, but this is My Take on the vibes of a few of my faves:

(EDIT: ya know on second read through of your ask im not sure this is what you wanted. i can reblog with full actual thoughts later perhaps)

spommy: late-night dinners, ill-timed laughter, sharing clothes, cupping someone's face, cozy nights in, music in a quiet apartment, being taken care of

shaymien: greasy diner food, high top converse, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, playing video games until your eyes hurt, bulletin board memories, passed notes, the color green

amangela: rom-coms, scrunchies, neon colors, arguing over nothing (but knowing it's not really an argument), the sound of a party from the next room, laying your head on someone's shoulder and closing your eyes, drinks in dive bars

courtivia: lemonade, pinky promises, red lipstick on your cheek, sunrises, talking on the phone for hours, whispered secrets at a sleepover, long summer days

koah: lingering hugs, shotgunning, love at first sight, car rides to wherever, sitting in the back of a movie theater, sneaking out to see each other, laughter that stems from nothing

shackie: fallen leaves in autumn, reading aloud to each other, slow-dancing in your kitchen, candlelight, quiet teasing to make someone blush, fresh red roses, giving someone your jacket when they look cold

kimney: the smell of cookies in the oven, notes in your lunch, the beach, the color yellow, doing something nice just because, overalls, smiling into a kiss

jamien: love letters, pressed flowers, a hand on your waist, journal entries, petrichor, uncertain confessions, intertwining fingers

choah: knees pressed underneath the table, pop music blasting from the radio, twilight hours, sour candy, itching to touch someone, the hollow of your throat, the smell of bubblegum

arangela: shared smirks, conversations that keep you up, a full moon, takeout food, feeling like fate is guiding you, glitter, dancing under flashing lights

ianthony: sweaters, comfort foods, laying down face-to-face, the feeling of coming home, inside jokes, sunlight filtering through a window, coffee in the morning