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sometimesanalice · 5 months

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In a Place Just Right

Summary: It's your first year hosting Thanksgiving in San Diego for the Daggers and Bradley can tell you're a little nervous about it. But he already knows it's going to be one for the books, because any holiday spent with you better than anything he could have imagined.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 5K

Warnings: fluff and allusions to smut (minors dni)

(author's note: this fic is set in the 'Like I Can Universe', but can be read on it's own! Happy Thanksgiving, friends!)

For the last six years Penny has been the one to host Daggersgiving, but this year hostess duties had fallen on your plate. Needless to say, Bradley knew you were more than a little stressed about it.

When you had asked him about his opinion on the merits of canned cranberry sauce versus homemade he’d blinked at you a few times before asking, “Is this a thing people care about?”

He’ll never forget how adorably aghast you looked to learn that he had no preference on the matter. And maybe if you had asked him when the sun was up instead of at 3 AM he might have known better than to give you such a noncommittal answer.

“Both, we’ll have both,” you’d stated resolutely.

“Whatever you want, kid," he’d murmured as he’d pulled you to his chest and wrapped an arm around your stomach. His smart and beautiful wife. "Now go back to sleep, you’re supposed to be dreaming of sugarplums not cranberries."

“Wrong holiday, Bradley,” you’d sighed contentedly, relaxing against him. And it hadn’t taken you long to fall back asleep with that cranberry crisis having been averted.

But now people were due to show up in less than an hour and you are frantically fluttering and huffing around the kitchen like a madwoman in a very pretty green dress, "I knew that quickie was a bad idea. You're never quick, Bradley."

He’d been away and missed many holidays over the years due to his career.

Your mom had always made it clear that he had an open invitation to join in whatever merry festivities were happening with your family, but more often than not it rarely aligned with him being stationed all over the world. But he’d always been happy to get to have a phone call with you and eat the homemade cookies you’d sent him on those years spent apart.

But now Bradley got to look forward to spending every holiday with you in the home you shared with him.

Over the last week the house had slowly but surely transformed into something that was straight out of a magazine.

There was a display of pumpkins, ribbons, and a garland of strung dried orange slices that decorated the fireplace. And overpriced candles from your favorite store flickered cheerfully on every surface that wasn’t a fire hazard to a bunch of enthusiastic Naval aviators. The dining table was dressed up to the nines and everyone spot with their names painstakingly written in your pretty script on a place card sitting in a pinecone.

You had even made some oversized confetti in the shape of oak leaves out of some old books, the copy of ‘Why Men Love Bitches’ that Nat had given him years ago as a joke was finally repurposed and recycled into something more festive over where the beverages had been set up.

The whole house smells amazing. Warm cinnamons and nutmegs mixing with bright citrus and rich vanillas. The kitchen island and countertops were filled with various plates and platters and bowls of dips, charcuterie, fruit and vegetables, nuts, and other savories. All the other dishes were being kept warm in the ovens for when everyone arrived and was ready to settle around the dining table for dinner.

Bradley was positive that no one would leave feeling hungry. He also wasn’t entirely sure where the things his friends are bringing were going to go, but there were worse problems to have.

Penny had taken Amelia with her to visit her family on the East Coast. They’d decided it would probably be better for Mav to hang back in San Diego for the holiday, those tensions with her dad were still a bit strained even though they’d been married for almost four years now.

Which is how the Bradshaw’s were hosting their first Thanksgiving for everyone.

This morning had been organized chaos. Some of the last minute-things had only managed to be checked off with the assistance of strong coffee and a good playlist.

However, he’d still managed to sneak in the opportunity to spin you around the kitchen to your wedding song when it came up on shuffle. After all the cranberries were still popping and boiling down; there was time for it, he'd always make time for it.

But that was then.

Now, you are glaring at him like you’d been personally victimized by him and his cock.

“You complaining, sweet girl?” he asks with a smirk, leaning his hip against the kitchen island watching as you briskly stir the gravy heating up in the copper sauce pot on the stove. “Don’t think that’s what I was hearing thirty minutes ago when we had that pretty green dress of yours bunched around your hips. Sounded something like ‘more, Bradley, more’ to me.”

You shoot him a look that would make a weaker man wither, but he’s built up an immunity to it over a lifetime of having it directed at him.

“I think that’s quite enough out of you,” you reprimand, but he sees the amusement in your eyes even as you fight to keep the annoyed façade on your face. “We’re behind schedule now. I thought I buffered in enough time, just in case-”

“Just in case you begged me to give you an orgasm to, and I quote, ‘help me chill out’?”

“I was kidding,” you say, stopping your agitated whisking to go fluff the stuffing instead.

“All I’m saying is that if my beautiful wife is begging for me, I’m certainly not going to say no. I’m only human,” he says with an all too pleased shrug.

Bradley grabs the can opener and works on opening the canned cranberry sauce. He reaches for a couple plates, holding them up for your approval and you point to the one on the right. The scalloped white one with gold rim it'll be.

“For the record, I certainly did not beg,” you say primly, glowering into the homemade stuffing that you’d had him get the bread from the nice bakery across town for.

“Sure, sure,” he drawls, the smirk growing wider on his face as he sets to freeing the jelly from its rippled container.

He knows he shouldn’t tease you right now, but you’re so cute when you get huffy that he can’t help himself. He’s known that petulant raise of your chin his whole life. And sometimes when he looks at you he can so clearly see the little girl he’d been forced to entertain for hours when your moms were hanging out.

You went from being his favorite nuisance to his best friend to his everything.

“Do I still look ok? Or do I need to do a quick refresh before everyone gets here?” you ask. You turn to fully face him, tilting your head one way and then another for his inspection.

He would happily stare at you all day if you’d let him. He loves your pretty eyes and what you’ve done with your hair.

“You’re beautiful,” he grins, “And if anyone asks, we can just say you’re flushed from all the cooking.”

“Bradley,” you whine setting down your wooden spoon down on the counter with a sharp thwack.

“Ok, ok. I’m done, I promise,” he says putting his hands up in surrender with a chuckle.

He pushes off the counter and grabs a glass off of one of the floating shelves and fills it with some ice water.

“Good,” you tut haughtily, as you fiddle with the white and orange striped kitchen towel hanging on the oven door, “I was about to threaten to make you sleep on the couch tonight.”

“You wouldn’t.” Even the thought of it makes his stomach feel unsettled.

After nearly two decades of hard beds on foreign bases and on lumpy carrier mattresses, he’s never slept as well as he did since the two of you found your way to each other.

His peace was found under a fluffy green duvet on a wooden canopy bed with you tucked under his arm.

“No. No, I wouldn’t,” you agree, leaning in to place a soft kiss to his cheek in thanks when he presses the cold glass into your hands.

Bradley tugs you away from the warm stove and you reluctantly follow and sit on the barstool he’s pulled out for you on the other side of the kitchen island.

He runs his hand up and down your back comfortingly as you take a few sips, “We’re in a great place, sweet girl.”

“Mhm, yeah. Sure, of course.” You couldn’t sound less unsure if you tried. “It’s just… I’m nervous about the mushroom and leeks bread pudding. I’ve never made it before. And what if we run out of wine?”

“What’s been our motto?” he asks, taking over the helm at the stove whisking the gravy together as it begins to thicken.

“‘In Ina we trust’,” you say with a serious nod of your head.

“Atta girl, we sure do. And Nat said she’s is bringing a few bottles she picked up from when she went to Napa, the good shit. It’s going to be great. Trust me,” he says giving you a warm smile. “Will it make you feel better to go over everything again?”

“Yes, please,” you say, anxiously drumming your fingers along the side of your water glass.

He’d stepped up where he could like making sure the house was pristine and cleaning up the yard by blowing off the wrinkled remainders of the yellow Tipuana flowers. He’d even been able to source and rent some more chairs to make sure that everyone would have a seat at the table.

Bradley wasn’t a schlump in the kitchen. He knew his way around a cookbook and a stove. His knife skills were pretty damn good too, if he did say so himself. But he also knew when somethings were out of his wheelhouse. So he’d taken to being your sous chef, and had taken to washing and prepping the ingredients for you so that all you had to do was toss them in whatever shiny pot they were destined for.

He even made his mom’s favorite pie. It had been years since he's had it, and he was excited to share it with everyone.

Your mom had mailed the copy of the original recipe she had that was written in Carole’s rounded, flourished script. You had made a photocopy of it to use so that the original didn’t get ruined, and then pointed out a spot on the wall where you said you’d thought it would look nice in a frame hanging in the kitchen. And he'd fallen a little more in love with you.

“Ok, hit me with it,” he says turning the heat to low for the gravy and putting the lid on.

This was a partnership through and through, he was going to give you all the support you needed.

“The turkey?”

Bradley picks up the fancy digital meat thermometer he’d bought for the occasion to check, “Big Bird has an hour and twenty more minutes to work on his tan and then he’ll rest for another thirty. Giving people time to graze and mingle and get some drinks in them, just like you wanted.”

You nod and hum contemplatively, “I’ve been thinking we need a salad. I don’t feel like we have enough vegetable options.”

He knows better than to point out that you’re currently snacking on snap peas from not one, but three, of the veggie platters the two of you had put together the night before.

“We’ve got the crispy brussels sprouts, the garlic and hazelnut green beans, and the honey glazed carrots with lemon. We’re more than fine on the fiber and beta-carotene. Michelle Obama would be proud, kid.”

That gets a little laugh from you.

“Well, as long as you think Michelle would be happy than we’re probably fine,” you say with a smile around your water glass that tells him you know exactly what he’s doing invoking your favorite First Lady.

“What else are you thinking about?” Bradley asks peering in the lower of their double ovens, where foiled covered dishes are lined up in perfect symmetry are warming away having been prepared in advance.

“Do you think two bags of rolls will be enough? Or should I text Mav and ask him to grab one more?”

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes dip down to his ass in his gray slacks. So he might linger as second longer than necessary to let you enjoy the view, since it’s for the female gaze and all.

He’s never understood wearing the most restrictive clothing on the holiday that involves the most eating, but that was Penny’s tradition to have everyone dressed in their nicest and you had insisted on keeping it going even if she was on the other side of the country.

You’d teased him earlier when you’d seen him emerge from the bedroom wearing the short-sleeved green cashmere polo you’d gotten him a couple years ago. It fit a little more snug that he remembered it, but he thought he still pulled it off well.

“When did we become the couple that matches?” you’d asked gesturing to your dress as you gave him an appreciative onceover.

If the past was anything to go off of, you would be running your hands over the soft material covering his chest and back all night.

“I just like reminding people who I belong with, sweet girl.”

He might have had something else in mind to wear for the evening before he saw you in that dress, had ironed the shirt the night before and everything, but last-minute pivot it was well worth it when you looked at him like that.

When he stands back up, he gives you knowing wink.

And in return you throw a baby carrot at him with a laugh.

Bradley isn’t surprised in the least to hear the quick clack-clack-clack of nails on the wood floors as their fluffy black and white Portuguese Water Dog rounds the corner. Having been summoned by the sound of food hitting the floor from where he had been dozing near the fireplace in the living room.

The carrot is gone in an instant and he comes to sit at Bradley's feet by the stove, looking up at him from under his curly eyebrows clearly hoping he'll get another snack.

“Nah, bud. You’re barking up the wrong tree over here,” he says leaning down to scratch his floppy ears.

“Ah, come here, Duck,” you croon, calling him over to your side of the island. “He’s so mean for a man who claimed he just saw God not too long ago, isn’t he?”

Bradley snorts and shakes his head at you amused.

He still doesn’t know how he ended up with a dog named Duck.

At the dog park, more often than not people mistook it for ‘Buck’. And you were usually off to the side more than happy to let him take the lead, biting your lip to keep from laughing at his less than enthusiastic expression when he’d have to warily explain yet again It’s Duck like quack.

You’re not even subtle about the piece of cheese you pull from the charcuterie board to feed him.

“I saw that,” he says, giving you a pointed lift of his eyebrow, “You know Bob is going to be spoiling him all night.”

“It was just a little piece of cheese. Plus, I don’t know who you think you’re fooling. I saw you go over there and deliver him his own little veggie platter with some of the leftovers we had while I was making the apple cider sangria.”

“That’s different, that’s good for him,” he says rounding the island, reaching over and snagging his own slice of cheese to snack on.

“And cheese is a protein. He’s just a baby, Bradley, what am I supposed to do? Not give him a piece of swiss?” You slide off your chair to squat down and rub Duck’s belly, you’ve always been his favorite.

“He’s almost five,” he replies flatly.

“A youth!” you exclaim, “He’s a growing boy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bradley says affectionately with a little roll of his eyes. He knows a losing battle when he sees one.

He offers you his hand to help you stand back up, but you wave him off and pull yourself up using the edge of the island. You take a moment to readjust your dress before making your way to the sink by the big windows that look out into the backyard.

“Speaking of Bob, do you know if he’s bringing his fiancée?” you ask from over your shoulder as you wash your hands.

“Not this time, sweetheart. I guess she volunteered to cover a shift in the NICU when she heard they were short staffed.”

“Oh that’s too bad, I was excited to see her ring in person,” you say drying off your hands and heading to the pantry.

“It’s all he can talk about at work. I guess they’re thinking about a Spring wedding next year. They don’t want to wait too long to get married.”

“I’m so happy for them,” you say, digging around for a moment and then emerge with a stack of some sturdy plastic plates and set them on the last free spot on the countertop. “Don’t let me forget to make them up a couple plates that he can bring home for her, before Fanboy declares it time for ‘second dinner’ and eats all the yams like he did last year.”

“I won’t forget, promise,” he says fondly.

If you were facing him, he knows you’d probably tease him for the look on his face and just how gone he is for you.

You’ve always been so generous, it’s one of the things that he loves most about you.

You were always good about hustling him out of his well-earned money from is part time job scooping ice cream in high school, like with the fundraiser you did for the local soup kitchen and the one for the elementary school summer arts program.

He’s always been wrapped around your finger, it just took him awhile to realize why.

It’s the same reason why there’s been a donation that comes out of his bank account every month for the last five years for one of the San Diego animal shelters.

Bradley had made a rather sizable donation and then set up a smaller reoccurring monthly one after the chaos that was the time Bob had set you up with his friend who worked at the shelter, back before the two of you had gotten together.

Even after all these years, he still can’t help but get a little irritated every time he sees that guy’s face in the monthly newsletter that comes to his email. He’s pretty sure Casey still might have a little crush on you, but Bradley can’t blame him. He’d have a hard time getting over you too, so it’s a good thing he’ll never have to.

On newsletter day, Bradley always finds himself giving Duck extra treats.

You are his wife. And Duck is his dog. Ridiculous name and all.

He couldn’t wait to surprise you with the golden tennis ball that the shelter sends out as a thank you after a decade of donations.

Only five more years to go.

You’re over by the bar that’s been set up off to the side, straightening the already very straight rows of gleaming wine glasses when he hears you suck in a sharp gasp.

Bradley drops the dish cloth he had in his hands as he attempted to give what little counter space there was left a final wipe down and is in front of you in half a heartbeat. Was there a fluke with some faulty stemware? Are you bleeding? There’s a reason Thanksgiving is one of the busiest days at the hospital.

“The butter!” you cry out as you whirl around, your pretty eyes welling up with tears, “I let you fuck me and I forgot to pull the butter from the fridge. It’s going to be too hard for people to spread now!”

He knows it’s more than just hosting jitters that’s got you like this, but it still catches him by surprise sometimes.

“Woah, woah,” he says as he catches you on the way to the fridge and pulls you to his chest, “C’mere, my sweet girl.”

You make a distressed noise but allow him to keep his hold on you, “But the butter…”

“I already pulled the butter, see?” He points to the sticks that are already softening away on the counter. “Will you take a couple slow breaths for me, please? This place looks and smells amazing. We did good, baby.”

Bradley feels the moment your body relaxes into him.

He presses a kiss to the side of your temple as he smooths his hands down your soft, pretty green velvet dress and the warm, firm curve of your rounded stomach soothingly.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. It’s the hormones,” you sigh, as you lean your head back against his shoulder.

He hums empathically as he sways gently side to side with you in his arms.

“I would like to go on the record saying that I like pregnancy hormones, especially the ones from earlier,” he jokes lightly.

“That makes one of us,” you say with a watery laugh, “Just wait until I am waking you up at 4 AM because I am craving something from a drive-thru that’s not open.”

“Mm, can’t wait,” he murmurs before dropping a few kisses along the soft line of your jaw.

Bradley still can’t believe he gets to be this lucky in life.

He doesn’t want to forget a single moment of this. With you, with his family.

“We did a really good job with this one,” he whispers into your ear, still stroking your stomach, not wanted to disturb the magic in the domesticity.

“We really did, da--” Bradley groans and cuts you off with a kiss. He can feel the impish smile plastered on your lips as he kisses you. His favorite menace.

He knows you’re pretty sure it was the spontaneous hook up in the storage closet at the Hard Deck on the Fourth of July that’s responsible for the noticeable bump you’re sporting. Call him a romantic, but he likes to think it was that night in the Bronco overlooking the ocean when he’d taken the long way back home.

You pull away all too soon for his liking to grab his left hand. He sees the flash of the two diamonds on your engagement ring, one from his mom and one from yours, as you take it and press it to a spot near your bellybutton.

The feeling of the fluttering under his palm will never get old. He’s not too proud to say he’d shed a tear or two the first time he’d felt it.

Bradley lets himself bask in this moment as he two of you stand there in the kitchen of your dream house.

There are a few pops from the wood in the fireplace, the refrigerator is humming away in the background, and he can just hear the sounds of a melodic piano from the playlist he queued up earlier playing over the speaker.

Of all the delicious scents that waft through the house, the smell the floral and musk notes in you perfume is still his favorite.

There are times in the soft quiet of night, usually when you are asleep and his mind won’t quite settle, that he sometimes thinks he was put on this Earth to hold you.

It’s the only reason he can think of that explains why you fit so perfectly against his body.

Why his palms can fit so perfectly over your rounded stomach.

Why it’s his hands that you have trusted to protect your heart.

And he’s still holding you in the warmth of the kitchen when he hears the front door open.

Bradley knows he’s going to have to play host soon and he just wants to keep you in his arms for just a little longer.

“Hey kids, I brought the turkey,” Mav calls out from the entry.

You spin in his arms, looking at him wide eyed and confused as you two exchange a look. He presses one last kiss to your cheek before letting you go.

“Thought you were going to bring the rolls, Mav,” Bradley calls out just in time to see him round the corner.

Pete stands there proudly grinning holding a few bags of bakery rolls in one hand and a turkey in the other.

The sound of your delighted laughter makes his heart swell in his chest as he takes in the sight.

“Cooper Mitchell Ford Bradshaw, you are without a doubt the cutest turkey I have ever seen,” you gush as you go to greet Mav with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Your son’s chubby arms reaching out for you.

Mav has dressed your almost two-year-old son in a soft, plush turkey costume that is complete with tailfeathers and a beak. He’s clearly a fan of the outfit too because he is grinning widely, showing of the more of the baby teeth that have come in over the last few months.

Mav had swung by early this morning to take him off your hands to get ready for Daggersgiving without chasing an almost-toddler around. While it was nice to have some time just the two of you while you got the place in order and took care of the last-minute things, like that homemade cranberry sauce, but he’d missed not having his son around.

The sweet sound of Cooper’s giggles and your coos fill up the kitchen as he watches you pepper his face with kisses. You bounce him a little and do a little spin, making the little boy laugh even more. The two of you in your own little bubble.

“You doin’ ok over there, kid?” Mav asks, a soft grin on his face as he sets the rolls on the counter to pull him in for a hug.

The two men had made their way back to each other over the last few years, just another thing that Bradley was grateful for in his life. The man had always been his father in everything but name. That is until he’d seen the man who raised him hold his son for the first time.

“Yeah, Dad,” Bradley says, clearing his throat a bit, “Everything’s perfect.”

From there it’s a flurry of activity as people start to arrive.

Nat comes with her longtime girlfriend and the extra bottles of the fancy Napa wine she promised to bring. Only handing it over once he promised to give her the name of the contractor the two of you had worked with and the exact shade of green that was used on the lower cabinets during your kitchen renovation.

Payback and Fanboy and their wives show up wearing oversized turkey hats on their heads each carrying a bakery box of pie.

Bradley isn’t surprised when Duck ditches the attention that Coyote was giving him the second Bob shows up with the famous Floyd family scalloped potatoes. Bob has always been a sucker for a pair of puppy dog eyes.

And in between checking on people’s glasses, swapping out empty appetizer trays for fuller ones, and making sure Jake doesn’t tamper with his perfectly cooked turkey, he’s got his eyes trained on you.

There are no words for the pride and love that washes over him every time he looks over and sees you with his son propped up on your hip and the way your pretty dress stretches around your growing family.

He had missed this stage of your pregnancy when he was deployed and you were pregnant with Cooper. He was determined to savor every second of this one. Every butter related freak out and every late-night milkshake run.

Being in his house surrounded with all the people he loves, minus a couple who are here in spirit, isn’t something he could ever take for granted. It’s more blessings than he ever hoped to receive in this lifetime.

You look over your shoulder at him and everything about the way you’re looking at him is picture perfect.

Your smile sunshine gold and just for him as you hold his gaze for a moment as time ticks on around the two of you. You send him a little wink before turning back to Mav who has his phone held up for a FaceTime call with Penny and Amelia.

Bradley sees his son peek his head up from where it had been nestled into your neck. Cooper grins when he sees him, his tiny hand reaching out for his dad. For him.

As he makes his way over to the two of you with his heart full, he makes a mental note to ask Mav later where he got that costume. He’s already planning on running out tomorrow to see if they have any more in stock now that it seems they have a new Bradshaw tradition on their hands.

He’s going to have three little turkeys running around this time next year and he couldn’t wait.

Cooper and him were going to be outnumbered soon.

The two of you had found out earlier in the month that Everly Caroline Bradshaw and Olivia Saylor Bradshaw were going to be the newest members to join your little family.

His girls.

It was an announcement the two of you were excited to share later tonight with everyone else when the slices of pies were being passed around.

He scoops up Cooper from you with one arm, dropping a kiss onto his little boy’s perfect curls as his small fist clutches as the soft fabric of his shirt. And then Bradley kisses the crown of your head as he wraps his other arm around you, his thumb stroking the swell of your belly.

With you- because of you- he gets to have it all.

The wife. The family. The house. The dog. The life. The dream.

He’s right where he wants to be.

He’s right where he’s supposed to be.

Happy Thanksgiving! This was such a joy to write, thank you for reading!

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Thanksgiving in the mansion

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I almost took today off because I have a lot of cooking to do, but I got the idea for this and wanted to do this instead. Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow people that celebrate it, and if you don't celebrate I hope you just have a great Thursday and eat something yummy.

Thanksgiving in the mansion is one of those holidays that almost always turns into absolute chaos. There's people trying to bake and cook things, there's people trying to steal all of the food while it's being baked, and then there are the people who intentionally try and annoy Slender while he's focused on all of his cooking and end up getting whacked with a wooden spoon because they pushed him too much and made him angry. Needless to say, it's your standard holiday in the mansion.

When it comes to food, Slender cooks a FEAST for Thanksgiving and it's one of his favorite holidays because of that. He makes a giant breakfast, he makes appetizers for people throughout the day, and when it comes time for Thanksgiving dinner, that giant, long ass table that everyone sits at is PACKED with yummy delicious foods and desserts, and Slender fucking loves it because cooking is his passion and he would do this every day if he could. There are also so many desserts??? Slender and Tim both make apple pies, Slender makes a pumpkin pie, Jane bakes a cheesecake, Jason bakes an actual cake, and LJ makes a bunch of candies for everyone, they're really lucky the mansion has so many people living there with how much food there is.

Toby is BANNED from the kitchen. Toby is not allowed in the kitchen because he will eat all of the ingredients and food before it's fully ready or on time, and Slender and Tim get tired of yelling at him to stop so he is simply not allowed in the kitchen, much to his disappointment. This leads to people trying to sneak out a few snacks for Toby to try and cheer him up, and then THEY get banned from the kitchen and eventually, everyone is just hungry and grumpy because they can smell all this yummy food and none of them can go in there unless they're part of the cooking team, which none of the people that were stealing food are.

Also, Slender does the white mom thing of making everyone say one thing they're thankful for before they're allowed to eat dinner. Everyone is sitting down, plates completely filled up, ready to finally gorge themselves on all of this food, and then Slender's like "Now, hold on. None of you have told me anything you're thankful for yet!" And he clasps his fucking hands over his knee as he sits down and waits for every single person to say something, and most of them end up speedrunning through it to get to the food, but he allows it so long as it's an honest answer.

I think after dinner they all probably get pretty comatose from how much food they all ate, and they'll go to the big living room and either take naps together or just watch shows and movies together as a group. I think when they aren't quite as tired, some of the creeps like Jeff, Tim, Toby, Brian, Liu, Natalie, and Pup will go outside and throw around a football or play some soccer or something to relax and have a good time. Sometimes the others will come out and watch or join in, and Slender usually tries to take pictures and videos of it to save it as a good memory for later to reminisce with.

Thanksgiving is one of those days when everyone is getting along and having a good time together, so everyone is usually much friendlier and happier to be in each other's company. It's a day when there's no sadness, or resentment, no inner turmoil. Everyone comes together and bonds as a family and it's a very relaxing, happy experience, and that's the actual main reason that Thanksgiving is Slender's favorite holiday. Not just for the cooking, but the fact that these people he's come to love as his family are all happy, loved, and cared for. If only Toby would keep his hands out of the cake, maybe then Slender could be at complete peace.

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cloudy-em · 9 months

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Hi, that's me again😅

So... my other idea for Lip is: (again with relatively shy reader, because I love the thrope a lot) the reader and Lip are already in a relationship, one day someone teases her a little too much on the sexual theme (they haven't had sex yet so she's a bit insecure about it) he notices, he defends her, and once they're alone he starts to joke around, teases her in a sweet way, to make her feel more comfortable to talk about it. (She is not a virgin, she's just not that experienced)

Hope you like this one, if not. It's okay, I promise😂

another great idea! <3

personally i don't celebrate thanksgiving but i remember an episode from one of the earlier seasons of them doing a thanksgiving meal which is very convenient for this so it's loosely based on that

warnings: sexual comments, innuendos, Mickey's kinda being an ass but his comments aren't ill-intended

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The Gallagher household was bustling with activity. Fiona and V were in the kitchen, finishing up some last minute food preparations while Kevin was entertaining Carl and some of his friends in the yard with games. Ian was fixing drinks for everyone, desperately trying to find Debbie to figure out what she wanted (she was in her room, Mandy braiding her hair for her so she could impress Little Hank). Lip was finishing up a project for some sophomore who'd offered to pay him $100, and Liam was sitting patiently in his high chair. Y/N did her best to help out by setting the table, ensuring there were enough chairs and that everyone had all the proper utensils.

Mickey walked in the front door, beer in hand and flopped down, watching as Y/N reached across to the other side of the table to put a fork next to the plate. Mickey whistled like a boy in a 60s tv show.

"Damn, I bet you're used to that position," he quipped, taking another swig or his beer. Y/N looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows.

Mickey shrugged. "You know, cause I'm sure Philip bends you over pretty often." Y/N realized his implications, blushing and looking away. Mickey laughed, much more comfortable on the subject of sex than she was. "I'm sure Fiona's had to schedule time out of the house with the rest of the kids just to give you two some 'alone time'!"

Y/N grew increasingly uncomfortable. She wasn't a virgin or a puritan, but she and Lip hadn't had sex yet. They hadn't had a conversation about it or anything, but she wanted to wait a while and Lip had never brought it up with her.

Mickey laughed, "Look, kid, don't have to hide anything, we've all walked in on Lip with one of his hookups before." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Besides, it's always the shy one's who are the kinkiest!"

Y/N looked away, trying not to pay him any more mind and focus on her task. Lip walked down the stairs having finished with the sophomore's project, and immediately noticed something was off. His girlfriend was shy, sure, but she never bowed her head as low as she had.

"Hey, Lip!" Mickey called, teasing. Lip looked at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. "Maybe you should go out back and have quickie with your girl, get 'er to stop bein' such a priss." Lip realized what was wrong, walking over to his blushing girlfriend and placing his arm around her waist.

"Fuck off," Lip sighed. "Y/N isn't a priss, she just doesn't think the whole world needs to know about her sex life like you and Ian seem to."

Mickey raised his arms in surrender, "'Kay, fuck, Gallagher, it was all teasing, no harm meant!" He got up from his seat and went to the kitchen, presumably to grab another beer.

"C'mon, baby," Lip said softly, squeezing Y/N's waist and guiding her up to his room. He sat with her on the edge of Ian's bed, holding her hand and rubbing his calloused thumb on the back of it.

"I'm sorry he was messin' with you, baby," he whispered. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Anything I can do for you?" He emphasized his apology by pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"No, just," she paused, thinking about how she wanted to phrase her next sentence. "Do you ever, I don't know, feel like I'm holding you back?"

Lip had a puzzled look on his face. "Whatd'ya mean, hon?"

"Well with like, you know," she sighed, pulling her hand away from Lip to hide her face. "We haven't had sex and I feel like that's my fault." She heard him chuckle quietly, her embarrassment seeping into her soul even more.

"Baby," he cooed, wrapping his arms around her in a hug as she continued to hide her face. "It's nobody's fault. We haven't talked about it yet! That's the most important part of any relationship, and that's taken me a while to learn. I figured you'd bring it up when you were ready. I didn't want you to feel pressured."

She looked up at him, eyes wide and glazed over, on the verge of tears because of her embarrassment. "Really?" she asked.

"Really," he nodded like he had given an order to the universe.

"I thought that maybe you weren't attracted to me or that you thought I wasn't good enough," she whispered.

"Me? Not attracted to you? Aw babe!" he laughed, nose touching hers in a loving exchange. "A pretty thing like you deserves to be worshipped. When we have sex, I'm takin' my time with you."

She giggled at his compliment, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Oh, what you don't believe me? I've wanted to sleep with pretty girl forever, I just wanted to make sure she's ready for me," he smiled at her. The more he complimented her, easing in sex references, the more comfortable she felt on the subject. He had waited for her! He didn't think she was a prude or anything, he just had respect for her; he cared for her. She felt warmth in her chest as she processed the conversation. Lip kissed her nose briefly, helping her stand up from the bed.

"And try not to let Mickey get you down. He's just like that and assumes everyone else is comfortable talking about their sex life the way he does. I'll warn him to dial it down when he's around you, though," Lip told her, looking into her eyes to make sure she knew he was serious.

"Thanks, Lip. I love you," she told him, hugging him again.

"I love you, too, Y/N. Now, we'll talk more about us and our boundaries and moving forward later," he told her, trying to help her be more comfortable discussing sex with him. "But right now I think we've got a dinner to be at."

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thanks for reading! sorry about me projecting a lil bit in lip and reader's conversation lol, i just think it's really important to have these conversations with your partners and i think lip, despite being all tough and "not sappy" (but he totally is) really cares about discussing boundaries with his partner

have a great day!

#fanfic #writing #shameless #fanfiction #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #phillip gallagher #fiona gallagher #kevin ball #frank gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #mandy milkovich #fluff

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stop, thinking of teddys first holidays. she’s still a little new to being earthside. like her first halloween you dress her up in an animal onesie or something, and she’s barely old enough to stay awake for longer than an hour for thanksgiving so everyone’s cooing over how blue her eyes are and how much heartburn you had because of how dark and curly her hair is. and for christmas you get to start your new family traditions, and how carms like “this is more for mama, then you” and she is just sucking on her paci looking at the new lights on the tree

oh i have to elaborate on these i'm sorry this is so cute ahhhhh!!! having an idea that you make a little calendar of teddy or maybe document each milestone with a cutesy type photo shoot??? i think carmen would sob.

thinking about teddy's first halloween. you ordered a little bear costume for her to surprise carmen and it's WAYYYYY too big lol. she ends up in a little pumpkin onesie instead, but carmen thinks the costume is adorable. how big she is in it. then next year, she fits in it and he's stupidly emotional. like beyond emo about it. she can sorta toddle and walk and babble and it's still a little big, but by her third halloween she fits in it. it became a running joke that you'd keep trying until she fit. you'd send a picture every year to your friends and family saying something like "closer this time! maybe next year!"

when it does finally fit, you snap a picture and put it on your instagram.

finally fits. happy halloween from the berzatto's

her first thanksgiving, she's about three months pushing four (i hc she's an august leo baby... she gives leo energy and you know she does). you had so much heartburn. next to carmy's pepto was your tums bc it was so bad. the old wives tale lived up bc she came out with a full head of hair. a true berzatto trait, you decided.

carmen's favorite holiday was thanksgiving. especially with you and his "chosen family" he likes being able to cook and it's not chaos like his usual family. he holds teddy while you eat, you'll spoon him bite fulls of his own meal but he's content being showered with compliments about how good the food is. boosts his ego.

you give teddy a little bit of gravy, off your pinky, everyone at the table laughing when she smacked her lips, eyes opening at the taste. carmen beamed. he'd never been so happy.

carmen and richie are taking a smoke break outside, so you take the chance to snap a photo. teddy all bundled up in a bear onesie (a gift from tina ofc) and you lay her in a pile of leaves.

carmen feels his phone buzz, looking down to see you tagged him in a photo on instagram. he's grinning ear to fucking ear.

first thanksgiving and first leaf pile. big day for teddy bear! thankful for my baby teddy and my baby daddy @/chefberzatto

by christmas, teddy is enamored with the lights. she loves watching the tree, just gawking at it and all it's shiny ornaments. carmen spends a good portion of his time holding her, bouncing her gently in his arms and showing her the many different sparkling trinkets on it.

carmen is doing his best to try and create new traditions, happy traditions that would let teddy grow up loving and looking forward to the holidays. not dreading them and wishing they'd be over soon like carmen grew up with. love and caring instead of chaos.

you'd taken teddy to see santa, which she'd sobbed the whole time about. carmen had to sit next to the mall worker, holding teddy so she'd be halfway calm, but even then she'd refused to smile- only giving a pitiful, pouting lip jut that had you melting and cooing at her.

carmen had insisted on making holiday cookies. gingerbread cookies (more for you and him than teddy) but he said it gave him time to perfect it by the time she could enjoy them. he'd make a batch, a homemade hot chocolate (your powdered and hot water made him gag) sitting down to watch the grinch with you and teddy. you in his arms, teddy cuddled to your chest in her little christmas footy pajamas.

carmen was at work the next day when marcus laughed, calling him over to see what you'd posted.

gingerbread-ted thanks to @/chefberzatto (ps his were good but @/marcusbakes is much better lol)

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apomaro-mellow · 2 months

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Hot for Teacher(s) 4

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Steve nearly felt guilty over how excited he was. Robin had been right, it had been a while since he'd been out. He and Mr. Munson (no, it was Eddie whenever they weren't at school) had arranged for a date the day after Thanksgiving. And Steve was counting down the days. He was thinking of it as he put the turkey in the oven (just a breast, a whole thing was too much for just him and Shawn), he was thinking of it as they both said what they were grateful for, when they sat down for pie, ice cream, and Charlie Brown.

The only time Steve didn't really think about it was when Shawn fell asleep on the couch and had to be carried to bed. He tucked him in, scenting him and then kissing his forehead. It wasn't like they were lacking in quality time, since it was only the two of them, but having a whole day together like this felt special.

Still, the next evening he happily dropped Shawn off at one of his friend's house for a sleepover. Robin would have volunteered but she was still out of town with her family.

Once his pup was taken care of, Steve returned home to prepare. Getting ready for a date was like stepping into a well loved shirt, familiar, comfortable, and nostalgic. He had missed this. Styling his hair not just to be professional, but to turn heads. Picking out jeans that he knew showed off his round ass and thinking very hard about how much of his neck should he let show. How close should he let Eddie get tonight?

Then he remembered the scheduled activity and decided to wrap a scarf around his neck. He imagined a very tantalizing scene where he unwrapped it seductively and brought the alpha to his knees. Eddie picked him up at 8 o'clock on the dot.

"Your chariot awaits", Eddie said, holding out his arm.

It was all very cordial and Steve was smitten. Eddie led him to his van and opened the passenger side door for him. Now Steve got them started with small talk not just because it was comfortable and expected, but he also had the idea in his head that he shouldn't spend the night talking about his kids. Not his birth pup nor the ones he taught. He knew he was guilty of gushing and not everyone cared to the extent he did about the children he saw everyday.

The small talk got them all the way to the venue, during which Steve learned Eddie's closest family was his uncle, his favorite part of the meal had been mac and cheese, and that he also watched Charlie Brown for the holiday.

"Shawn's turkey came out looking really good", Steve complimented as they walked inside the skating rink. It had been hanging on their fridge since he brought it home.

"Thanks", Eddie said, genuinely appreciating the compliment. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm goin' through the instructions too fast or without enough detail for some of them but when most come out well, I figure hey, maybe I'm actually good at my job."

They went to the counter and got their ice skates, then sat down to lace them up. Steve hadn't gone in a few years, he wanted to take Shawn sometimes but wasn't sure if he was ready for it. "Ready?", he asked, holding out a hand.

"Y-yeah", Eddie wobbled a bit.

He took Steve's hand, panicking internally. When Steve had asked him to go ice skating, he'd accepted without a thought. It didn't matter that he'd never stepped foot on ice with purpose before. Steve's eyes were a deadly weapon. Eddie couldn't resist. He knew he was going to embarrass himself, stumbling and crumbling to his knees or falling to his ass.

And that happened. Each time, Steve kept a hold on his hand to keep him from falling too far and was smiling dearly the whole time. But Eddie knew he couldn't be having fun babysitting a grown man.

And then Eddie slipped in such a way that they tangled and he fell right on top of Steve. His horrible, traitorous brain wasn't thinking of how to pay for any broken bones. No, his inner alpha only noticed how good Steve smelled this close and how if he nudged that scarf down he could get a better whiff.

"Shit, fuck, sorry, are you hurt? I've never skated before, I shoulda told you that-"

"Eddie, hey, relax", Steve was still smiling and Eddie wondered if he'd hit his head in a dangerous way. Then Steve sat up and kissed his cheek. He got to his feet, pulling Eddie along. "I'm having fun, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah okay yeah", Eddie nodded.

"Let's see if this helps", Steve linked their arms together.

Eddie felt more steady, for sure. Yet at the same time he'd been knocked flat on his ass.

"You're probably pretty used to cleaning up bumps and scrapes, huh?"

"I am", Steve said. "Enough to know most of the time what they really need is a little attention, a quick kiss, and then they're off again."

"Don't I know it. Can't tell you how many times I see tears over the tiniest cuts, bless their little hearts", Eddie sighed.

They were able to go a couple rounds and Eddie slipped a few more times but didn't fall down again. The plan had only been to go skating but both were clearly ready to see where the night took them.

"I don't need to pick up Shawn until 10 tomorrow morning", Steve had said as they walked towards a food truck selling hot chocolate.

"So, it was just you two for Thanksgiving?", Eddie asked, starting to read between the lines of whatever Steve told him.

"Yeah, um", Steve cleared his throat and swirled his cup as they strolled through the twinkling lights of the town. Of course, everyone had already moved on from Turkey Day and was prepared for Christmas. "I'm not all that close to the rest of my family. Robin is like my sister. And honestly my students are almost like my kids, but besides that..."

"Is it okay if I ask about Shawn's sire?", Eddie asked timidly.

And maybe if this had been a couple of years ago, Steve would've bristled and told him it was none of his business. But now he could see it for what it was. Eddie wasn't trying to compete with some unknown alpha. He was interested in Steve, and was just trying to see if Steve was genuine in his own interest.

"His name was Billy, or is, I don't know why I said was, last I checked he's still alive. But I haven't checked since we split two years ago. Long story short, he was a grade A asshole. And he knew that, but it didn't stop him from getting worse. Our last big fight I kicked him out for good and he hasn't been back."

The day Steve realized that Billy's scent no longer lingered around them, that his pup only smelled like one of his parents, he finally felt free.

"I'm glad you and Shawn aren't around him anymore. I know a thing about messed up dads", Eddie admitted.

"Really?"

Eddie nodded. "My dad was a piece of shit. Nearly got killed and incarcerated because of him. My Uncle Wayne was the real man in my life to bring me up."

"You know that makes it all the more meaningful that you've taken such a nurturing job, right?", Steve beamed at him.

Eddie stopped on the sidewalk, Steve pausing with him.

"I really wanna kiss you right now."

"Then what's stopping you?", Steve grinned.

"Uhh, not sure what to do with my hands right now?", Eddie said.

"You're adorable", Steve took the half finished drink from his hand, set both of theirs on the sidewalk by their feet, then grabbed his hands and made Eddie hold him close. "Right here is perfect."

Eddie did his best to let his nerves go as he leaned in for a kiss. As far as first date kisses went, it was pretty perfect. They were only broken out of their own little world when someone walked by and whistled at them.

"I should probably be getting you home."

Just as he said that, snow began to lightly flurry down and Steve agreed. They walked hand in hand back to Eddie's van and he drove them back to Steve's neighborhood.

"-and he remembered what I said at the beginning of the year about classification and I kid you not, I almost cried", Steve said. "It was such an off the wall conversation, I never imagined he'd recall that."

"Just goes to show how great a teacher you are."

"You ever have moments like that with the little ones?"

Eddie smiled. "I think my favorites are when one of them has a question and another answers it for them. You can really tell who's listening. And it keeps me from havin' to repeat myself too much."

"God, I wish I could go a whole week without having to say 'no, you can't borrow materials from the Chem Lab'."

"You got a bunch of Dexters running around?", Eddie chuckled.

"Dexters, Jimmy Neutrons, and whoever that kid with his time traveling dog was."

"...Time traveling dog?", Eddie's face screwed in confusion. "Do you mean Mr. Peabody and Sherman?"

Steve snapped his fingers. "That's it! These three kids came in during lunch and held me hostage through this whole discussion about time travel and that's all I could think about."

"Don't say held hostage like you didn't enjoy it thoroughly." Sometimes Eddie longed for such in depth conversation with his students but there really wasn't much to discuss when you were reading things like Zak Wants a Yak.

"Sorry, I made myself promise I wouldn't talk about work this much", Steve said as they came up to his house.

"Funny, I made the same promise to myself, but here we are. I like hearing you talk about your students though. You light up the same way you talk about Shawn." Eddie grabbed Steve's hand and kissed his knuckles. "And we could keep talking if you'd like to invite me inside?"

"I'd love to, but-"

"Just to talk, I promise."

Steve bit his lip, thinking about how long it'd been since he'd been alone with an alpha he was interested in romantically. He thought about Eddie's scent lingering.

"Alright, to talk."

Steve made them both coffee, just to have something to sip on that wouldn't give Eddie an excuse to stay for too long, they settled on the couch, and they talked.

Steve about how he was disowned by his parents for getting with Billy and how he only started talking with them again when they split, able to see his ex for what he was.

"I just felt so stupid. My parents were actually right for once. You know he didn't even show up when Shawn was born?"

Eddie's jaw dropped. "He didn't show up for the birth of his kid? What was he doing?"

"Some bullshit. The hospital ended up using a volunteer alpha to keep me calm during it. And then he had the audacity to be upset when me and Shawn smelled like someone else."

"You're not stupid for not seeing it sooner. People like that are really good at keeping an attractive front."

Eddie talked about how he had dreams to be a musician, then a music teacher, before eventually finding his way to elementary.

"You always think you're gonna be the one to make it. But things just never worked out."

Steve gazed at him, taking in his profile. "I don't know. I'd say things worked out pretty well for both of us in the end."

As they talked, they got closer and closer on the couch, and checked the clock less and less. The last time Steve checked it was two in the morning and they were talking about how neither of them liked remote learning days. The last thing he remembered before his eyes closed was that Eddie liked watermelon but not watermelon candy.

He dreamt of the day Shawn was born. He saw the ceiling, felt the tiny pup in his arms, smelled blood but also an alpha who wasn't Billy.

Steve was awakened by his alarm. Eddie straight up jolted out of their embrace and collapsed onto the floor. Steve laughed softly as he rubbed his eyes.

"Who has an alarm set for the weekend? And on break of all things?", Eddie groaned.

"I don't like sleeping the day away", Steve yawned and stretched fully on the couch now that he alone was on it.

Then he remembered why he needed to be up this particular morning.

"Shit!", he sat up and checked his phone.

"Shit?", Eddie asked.

"Shawn", Steve answered as he rushed to get his shoes on.

"Shit..."

"I gotta go-" Eddie had grabbed his face and brought him in for a kiss, one that Steve needed.

"I know. And I know I shouldn't've overstayed my welcome last night."

Steve shook his head. "You didn't. I wanted you here. I haven't done anything like that in ages."

"What? Have a nerd talk your ear off? Well next time I can give you the entire synopsis of Star Trek.

"Promise?"

They kissed once more before Steve had to go and pick up Shawn. As much as Steve tried to play it cool, Shawn noticed something was up the moment he got home. The pup's nose picked up on the scent that someone else had been here. And Steve knew that he knew but as long as he didn't know who...

"It kinda smells like Mr. Munson in here."

"Does it?"

"Yeah."

"Hm, well, I started using the same cologne as him, that might be it", Steve said. "Ready for some leftovers?"

Part 5

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icycoldninja · 5 months

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1st Class SOLDIER boys spending Thanksgiving with their S/O

A/N: HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!! This year, the SOLDIER boys decide to spend Thanksgiving with their beloved Y/N; I wonder how it'll go...?

♡Sephiroth♡

-Shows up to your house bearing a large bottle of pumpkin pie flavored wine (Yes, that exists) and a jar of Cool Whip, thinking that's a suitable dessert.

-Due to having grown up in a lab, the man has no idea what you're supposed to eat for Thanksgiving. He thinks it's just a day where your entire family gets together and eats for no reason.

-This man cannot cook a turkey for the life of him. Don't even let him try, he'll find a way to burn the turkey and make the baking dish explode in the oven, regardless of what it was made of.

-Drinks the cranberry sauce, not understanding it's for the turkey, and tries to mash potatoes with the hilt of Masamune.

-Fortunately, this man is not entirely hopless; he's tall enough to hang all the decorations without a stepladder, so there's that.

-When the Thanksgiving dinner is finally ready, he'll find that he actually enjoys eating turkey, especially the crispy turkey skin, and soon becomes addicted to sweet potato casserole. Potatoes with marshmallows!? He had no idea such a combination could exist and taste this good!

-He had a great time at your place; it was a welcome change of pace, being around all your family members at once, experiencing the familial love he never had.

-He ended up eating way too much, just so he could continue hanging around you guys, and had to literally waddle out the door because of how stuffed he was. 🌝

♡Genesis♡

-Unlike Sephi dearest, Genesis actually knows what Thanksgiving is and how to celebrate properly. His cooking skills are pretty basic, so he ends up gifting you an apple pie cobbled together from store-bought dough and canned filling.

-Very talkative; gets along quite well with all your family members and gets on all their good sides by talking about memories with you.

-His favorite foods are mashed potatoes and gravy. He just cannot get over how creamy they are and how delightfully savory the gravy tastes.

-As mentioned earlier, his cooking skills are basic, so he can help out in the kitchen, but only to a certain extent. He can help mash potatoes, mix sauces, keep an eye on the turkey, etc., basically, he does the stuff an eager 10-year-old does.

-Unfortunately, with Genesis, not everything has a happy ending. Just when you think the night is progressing properly with everyone socializing jovially and having fun, Genesis decides to cause some drama over something as small and insignificant as a housefly that had the misfortune of buzzing over his head.

-The minute he caught sight of that fly, his mind snapped into Total Bitch Mode. He rises from the table with fury, knocking his drink over and sending silverware flying everywhere, shocking you and your entire family.

-He will scream like a banshee, then send a massive fireball hurtling past all your heads and crashing into the wall where that poor little fly once rested. Everyone is in shock as they try to comprehend what the actual fuck just happened.

-Despite this inconvenience, and the fact that there's now a smoldering hole in your wall, everything was quite fine. Genesis had a good time and so did everyone else.

♡Angeal♡

-Angeal is a man of dreams an honor. He knows how to cook. In fact, he knows so much, he takes over as head chef and magically turns into a dad overnight.

-According to him, it is now his solemn duty to cook the turkey, heat up the stuffing, and prep the dessert all at once, by himself. He adamantly rejects all assistance, claiming that a man with true honor can do all the cooking alone.

-Surprisingly, he pulls it off. The turkey was only a little bit burnt and the pie was only slightly too sweet.

-Angeal gets along well enough with most of your family and friends, and even ends up swapping recipes with several of them, though he very much preferred talking to you.

-His favorite foods are the deserts, believe it or not. He adores pie, especially pumpkin pie, and eats so much of it, he gets a massive sugar rush and a bloated belly. Poor guy.

-After everyone was done eating, his honor compelled him to tackle the mountain of dishes that everyone left behind, something you told him not to worry about. However, Angeal refused to listen to you, stating that it was his dream to do the dishes.

-Giving up due to his stubbornness, you left him to do his thing, only to come back an hour later to find an overflowing sink, wet dishes piled up literally everywhere, and a passed out angel on your kitchen floor. Turns out he'd eaten too much, and his food coma combined with over exertion from the daytime cooking caused him to fall asleep on the spot.

-All in all, everyone had a great time, and Angeal ended up sleeping in very late the next day.

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heartbreakprincehbk · 3 months

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Lucky (Kerry Von Erich x Reader)

Words: 2401

Summary: Requested by anon! Reader isn't into Valentine's Day, but Kerry insists on giving her a surprise Valentine's Day date at home. Thanks for the request, hope y'all enjoy!

*images from pinterest

“Any plans for Valentine’s Day tomorrow?” You looked up briefly in mild annoyance and had to remind yourself it wasn’t the grocery store clerk’s fault that they happened to be the third person to ask you that this week.

“No.” You said, giving a stiff smile as you gave them the cash for your items.

“Yeah, I understand. This time of year is no fun single.” They said, continuing the conversation as they counted out your cash. You debated whether it was worth it to correct them before deciding to keep your mouth shut. “Well, have a great day anyways.” You mumbled something of the same and grabbed your groceries, purposefully looking away from the big Valentine’s display of candies and flowers on your way out of the store.

It wasn’t that you hated love, or even that you were single, it all just seemed kind of pointless. A big over-commercialized competition to make everyone feel bad as though they had to quantify their love with big expensive displays of affection. You simply believed that showing your love in other ways every other day of the year meant more than a big show one day of the year.

Besides, with Valentine’s Day falling on a Saturday, you were more than certain your boyfriend, Kerry Von Erich, was going to be slamming other men into the wrestling mat. You were used to that sort of thing, and it was much worse not having him around on Christmas or Thanksgiving. It was nearly impossible to complain; you knew it bothered him more than you from the pained look in his puppy dog eyes every time he had to leave. You did your best not to make him feel any worse about it. You could handle one Valentine’s Day alone compared to those.

Kerry knew you weren’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day. The very first one you spent together, Kerry had given you a dozen roses, a giant teddy bear, and chocolates, and while you thanked him, you very quickly let him know your preferences.

“You don’t have to spend all that money on me, it’s not a big deal.” To say he was confused was an understatement.

“Is this a test to make sure I actually still buy you gifts next Valentine’s Day?” Kerry checked.

“No!” You giggled. “I just don’t think it’s necessary to make a big deal out of one day and waste money.” You hoped he got the message. Really, just being with Kerry was a gift of its own.

Now, another Valentine’s Day was upon you. So far so good as you woke up with no fanfare. Kerry had already gotten up and was working out in the garage as per usual. When you finally made it downstairs to make some breakfast, Kerry made his appearance. He froze when he saw you.

“Good morning,” you greeted him. He hesitated, looking you over like you were a word puzzle he was trying to figure out. Eventually, he was able to speak.

“Hey–oh, good morning. So hey, baby, uh…so, my mom and Mike wanted to take you to lunch today.” He explained somewhat awkwardly. You frowned a little.

“But I just saw her for lunch yesterday. She didn’t mention it.” You said. Kerry scratched his head, avoiding your gaze and giving a half-shrug.

“Yeah, uh…well, I think it was last minute. Maybe, uh…Mike’s idea.” You frowned a little. “I gotta shower and go meet Kev. My mom said she would pick you up around 1 pm.” Your frown deepened.

“Okay.” You said, smiling slightly when he pressed a kiss to the side of your head on his way out of the kitchen.

Doris was right on time with Mike in tow. The three of you went into town to the local deli, where Mike proceeded to take much longer than normal to eat his sandwich.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked him. Normally, Mike inhaled his food in three seconds. He looked panicked at your question and took a big bite of his food, prolonging his response.

“I’m fine. Why?” He asked, eyes shifting. You laughed a little. “I’m not acting weird.” From the corner of your eye, you saw Doris shaking her head.

“I didn’t say you were acting weird, but I’m wondering if I need to go complain about your sandwich because normally it would have been gone by now.” You said casually, smiling as Mike’s eyes grew even more panicked.

“No, no! It’s uh, good. Really. I’m just…trying to eat slower. You know, um…avoid choking.” You were biting back a laugh. “Um. Do you have any plans tonight?”

“Mike.” Doris reprimanded.

“It’s okay.” You said, smiling. “No, I’m just planning on catching up on cleaning and maybe I’ll treat myself to a hot bath and tea or ice cream or something. I know Kerry has his show; if it were closer I would be there.”

“You know, it’s been nice weather the last few days for February. I haven’t had to worry about the plants freezing.” Doris said suddenly with a smile. You nodded, listening pleasantly to her latest tale of trying to keep her vegetable garden alive.

After lunch you assumed you would all go separate ways, until Mike blurted out. “Uh, Y/N, I was gonna meet Kev at the record store down the street. Do you want to come?” You frowned a little.

“I thought Kerry was meeting Kevin somewhere today?” Mike swallowed.

“Oh, uh…maybe, maybe earlier for a second, but Kev said he was free this afternoon.”

Your mind was turning. Had Kerry lied to you? You did your best to hide your thoughts as you said goodbye to Doris and walked with Mike to the record store.

You were positive Mike sifted through every record in that store, but you knew how much music meant to him, so you said nothing and waited patiently, flipping through a stack on your own here and there. You noticed after a while he was hanging on to an Eagles record.

“Is that a good one?” You asked. Mike shrugged shyly.

“I’ve had my eye on it for a while.” You smiled and took it from his hands.

“My treat. Come on,” his eyes stretched wide.

“What? Really? But Y/N, you don’t…”

“Tell me if it’s any good.” You insisted as he followed you to the checkout line. “You know, you’ve shown me some great stuff already. I always go to you if I want something new.” You smiled at the way the youngest brother averted his gaze with a bashful chuckle, his cheeks already turning red. Right as you were paying, Kevin walked in the door.

“Hey you two. Mike, what did you find this time?” Mike excitedly showed his record to Kevin who nodded in approval, before he looked at you. “C’mon, you two. Let’s get you home, Y/N.” He seemed to be in a hurry; that made sense due to the brothers having a wrestling show a town over that night.

You wanted to ask Kevin about Kerry, but you knew it wasn’t really Kevin’s place or fault if Kerry was lying to you. Was it possible that he had met someone else, was he using the holiday to woo some new girl, maybe a fan he had met? Suddenly, the idea of Kerry waking you up with a dozen roses sent a longing pang through your heart, but you pushed the thought away. You would simply ask Kerry later.

For now, you focused on the moment you had with Kevin and Mike, laughing in the car together about the last time Ric Flair was in town and the less than welcoming reception he had received, and how Kevin had nearly taken the win and trying not to give into the disappointed feeling creeping up on you.

“See you boys,” you said as Kevin’s truck pulled up in front of your house. “Good luck tonight, Kev. Enjoy that record, Mike!” They both waved and you sighed a little, walking up towards the sure-to-be empty house. The sun was beginning to set ever so slightly, the sky growing more orange and casting shadows over the lawn. Now alone, you allowed yourself to feel crest-fallen.

You pushed your key reluctantly into the lock, resigning yourself to the evening you had described earlier, only to stop once the door swayed open. In the distance, you could hear faint music playing. You listened for a moment, frowning in confusion. It was a cheesy ballad—Cyndi Lauper’s “Time After Time.” The lights were off, and you made your way towards the kitchen, where the music was loudest and a hint of warm light was spilling into the hallway.

“Kerry?” You called, gasping at what you saw. Kerry was standing waiting next to the dining table, fighting a big smile, his chin raised and hands behind his back. He was wearing jeans and an apron designed to look like a tuxedo with nothing underneath. The table was covered in a white table cloth and at the center was a big vase of cascading roses, along with more scattered rose petals and two dinner plates. Candles were everywhere, from the table to the kitchen counters, and even a few tea lights on the ground.

“Kerry! What is all of this?” You demanded, frozen on the spot, laughing at his apron. An overwhelming sense of happiness, love, and surprise filled you as you looked from him to the area surrounding you.

“I cooked dinner.” He explained, as if he were discussing the weather, laughing finally as you laughed.

“But why? Kerry, you should be halfway to Tyler right now for the show!” His grin widened.

“Yeah, I know. But Kev’s covering for me; he’s gonna wrestle the tag match and take my spot in the main event too.”

“What! Why?” You repeated. Kerry laughed again as if you were missing the point and walked closer, wrapping his large arm over the top of your shoulders to pull you closer and kiss the top of your head.

“You sure do ask a lot of questions.” He noted into your hair, making you chuckle. “Because you’re important and I love you.” He grabbed your hand and led you to the table, pulling out your chair for you to sit before sitting across from you.

“Kerry…” you breathed, looking down at the plate. It was a very impressive looking chicken Parmesan on a bed of pasta. “This looks amazing.” He smiled.

“Thank you. Just don’t look at the sink.” You giggled, imagining a mountain of dishes and utensils. “I’ve been practicing with mom the last two weeks. I think it turned out perfect this time—the first time the chicken was too tough. Anyway, I think I’ve nailed it now.” You were blown away by the effort; Kerry could cook simple and remedial dishes, but an entire entree was surprising. “Try it and tell me what you think.”

He seemed to be waiting to take a bite of his own food until you took yours. You stared at his anxious face as you took the first bite.

“Kerry, this is so good. Wow. You’re definitely gonna have to make this again.” He was back to glowing from your praise. “But, I mean, I still don’t understand why.” His smile softened.

“I know you always said you don’t want a big deal made out of Valentine’s Day and not to fuss over you, but…I can’t help it. I love you, Y/N. I want to do these things. You always said you don’t want me to buy anything, or go out anywhere, so I decided the best way to show you how much I love you is to treat you at home.”

“And your mother and Mike? Were they in on it too?” Kerry laughed.

“I asked them to hold you up for as long as they could to give me time to decorate and cook.” Suddenly, everything made sense–Mike taking his time eating, dragging you through every corner of the record store, Doris trying to keep your mind off of Valentine’s Day, even Kevin. Suddenly you wondered how you missed all the signs.

“And you didn’t actually go to meet Kevin.” He looked almost sheepish.

“No…I went to buy the flowers and everything else I needed. But I couldn’t tell you that.” You laughed, shaking your head at how silly your prior worries suddenly seemed.

“I’m a little embarrassed, but…I was afraid you lied about meeting Kevin because you were meeting someone else and spending the day with them.” You admitted. Rather than getting angry or defensive or even offended, Kerry only looked confused.

“What? I’d never do that to you, baby. I just wanted to surprise you. I’ve been trying to plan this out for weeks now, I think since Christmas.” A feeling of utter peace and contentment filled you. How lucky were you?

“Oh, Kerry…this is perfect. This is everything I could have wanted. Thank you.” You smiled, and he reached across the table to grab your hand with his much larger one.

“No, thank you. I just wanted to make sure you were treated right on Valentine’s Day. Because I’m here, and as long as I’m here, you will be.”

“And every other day?” You teased, laughing. Kerry grinned broadly, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles.

“Especially every other day.” He promised. “Boy, cooking really gets you hungry.” He said as he picked up his fork again, making you laugh. “I rented a movie too for after, and maybe we can make some ice cream floats. Oh! I’ve been meaning to tell you, the funniest thing happened the other day. The last time Ric Flair came to town, he had a rough time. There was a kid chewing gum in the front row, and he didn’t like Flair, so he took the gum…”

You listened enthusiastically to Kerry telling the story, despite the fact you had already heard the tale from Kevin. Instead, you settled into your chair and picked up your fork, focusing on the sparkle in Kerry’s eyes, the way the glow of the candles warmed his handsome features as the flames danced, the way his perfectly tousled curls framed his face. Your cozy little kitchen felt warmer than ever and so full of love that it radiated from every nook and cranny. Really, how lucky could you be?

#iron claw imagine #kerry von erich x reader #kerry von erich imagine #iron claw fic #iron claw x reader

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babiebom · 5 months

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Sdv Bachelor/ettes at a Thanksgiving Dinner

A/N:happy thanksgiving if you celebrate!! I don’t really celebrate but I do like to eat a lot and sleep all day :)

Tw:cursing/ some sus content/mention of drugs and alcohol(not hard drugs)/ death mention

Wc: I have no idea it’s headcanons lmao

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Sebastian

Shows up to eat and leave

Does not like the spending time and emotional part

Would rather not say what he’s thankful for just please fill his plate so he can eat and sleep

Would probably be the older cousin that you rarely ever see during the year you only ever see him on holidays and for like 20 minutes at most.

Will be found in a room smoking it up.

Will offer you some weed

Will probably forget how old you are and if you’re underage would be like “oops don’t snitch/get out of here”

Is the first to say bye

No one even realizes when he leaves because his bye was so quick and quiet

Sam

Constantly laughing and having a good time

Like actually before the food is ready he is so energetic

Singing

Dancing

Telling jokes

He’s literally the life of the party, and will not hesitate to get up and dance to the music at all

Does drag you to dance with him

He is probably sibling or cousins best friend that they bring and you lowkey have a crush on.

Wants to help cook is not allowed

Also sleeps over for some reason

Shane

Somehow gets there early and is angry the entire time

He’s only early because he was anxious about being late and now he wishes he was home

Doesn’t really interact with anyone just sits on the couch and watches tv

Gets his plate and eats by himself

Would be the alcoholic uncle that is cool but also makes everything depressing

He’s not the partying type

Is amused and is nice to the kids

But like his face is just stoic the entire time

No one bothers him to keep the party mood going.

Elliott

Brings like a pie or something

Like he does make a dish to bring ALWAYS

Wants to make sure that he’s not just eating and taking up space

Talks to EVERYONE and is VERY like….poetic

It annoys the women how lovely he is

Everything turns into a deep discussion the second he starts drinking

Is probably like your aunts husband that she brags that she bagged while on vacation somewhere expensive

Harvey

Surprisingly doesn’t eat a lot

Like everyone thinks that he’s going to CHOW DOWN but he doesn’t

Does however take a nap immediately

Is on the couch and he is passed out, his tie is loose and his tummy is slightly out

Is the older cousin that everyone is proud of and compares you to because HES A DOCTOR and YOU ARENT

Doesn’t drink much either, he’s literally just so tired

The kids are lying on him because his body is comfortable and his mustache is funny

Absolutely does not notice it and allows them to be all over him because he’s napping anyways it doesn’t matter

Loves to talk to the kids about airplanes and really gets into detail

Is the one sleeping over

Alex

Is 100 percent outside with the kids playing sports

Forces the kids to play with him because everyone else is too old to want to play outside anymore

Sam probably plays with him ngl

Does not go easy on the kids at all

Like absolutely demolishes them in football.

Just because you’re a kid doesn’t mean shit you’re getting massacred on the field.

Is your older brother that thinks he’s super cool, is actually really nice

He eats a LOT and passes out right after.

Probably has sex with someone (not a family me never you FREAKS) upstairs in his room and doesn’t hide the fact

He’s just like heheheh then gets yelled at for being vulgur in front of everyone.

Penny

Probably the one who cooked/helped Emily cook

Is VERY proud of her desserts

Makes all of the sides and leaves the main courses to Emily

Gets super anxious about being around everyone and what they’re going to think about her food

Absolutely doesn’t experiment with food because of anyone dislikes anything she’s gonna have a breakdown.

I think she likes the cranberry sauce the most, puts it on her rolls

Eats more than people think she’s capable of

Somehow doesn’t nap after stuffing herself, gets some chores done instead and starts cleaning as things are starting to be empty.

Is probably the mom, and it’s her house that everyone is going to for the dinner.

Very annoyed that her house is a mess now but won’t say anything.

Lets people sleep over

Abigail

Girlfriend of someone in your family

You really can’t tell if she’s the girlfriend of a sibling or cousin or anyone

She just doesn’t elaborate

Like she’s like “oh I’m their girlfriend”

And you’re like ?????WHOS GIRLFRIEND???

and she walks away

Somehow knows your family well enough even though no one knows who’s girlfriend she is

Will also supply weed

Is high as fuck

Also sleeps over for some reason

Leah

Eats all the sweets

Like every single dessert there is is on her plate

Eats like a salad right before to offset it

Also to be able to say she actually ate food

Eats SO MUCH

She’s your uncles “wife”

Met him while on a retreat somewhere and they have been together for 20 years

Like your uncle is dead and she’s still around even though they never got married bc she’s literally just your aunt now

Brings the salad that she eats to say that she ate some food

It’s funny

Maru

Also eats SO MUCH

And she’s not self conscious at all

She’s next to the dining table at all times

She’s definitely your younger sister

Shows off her robots and stuff to the kids

Gets in trouble because her robot catches on fire(idk why she’s Spencer from icarly but she is now and I refuse to change it)

Also makes something for dinner but only a couple people actually eat it because she experimented and it’s weird

She is offered weed by someone’s friend and gets everyone yelled at.

Haley

Older sister that wants nothing to do with anyone

Brings her friend and they stay in her room the entire time gossiping

Comes down to get her and her friend a plate and returns to her room

You can hear laughing from her room if you listen closely

Is probably drunk up in her room

Ignores your parents pleads for her to spend time with the family

If she comes down she’s going to openly make fun of everyone

Also will flirt with you and your other siblings friends she absolutely doesn’t care

Take pictures though because in reality she does care just hates to show it

The pictures are very cute and she hangs them up in her room

Emily

Aunt that made the turkey and other main dishes

Will also make the effort to make something vegan or vegetarian for people who don’t eat animal products

Her food is surprisingly good like it’s so good that people will over stuff themself

Is the aunt that everyone is always around

Is on the dance floor with Sam and is not embarrassed at all

Also makes the animals something

Just a joy to be around

Brings Shane his plate

Chats away with Penny while cooking together because everything is fun for her

Loves the quality time together

She loves when everyone is in the same room

Is annoyed that there’s no thanksgiving music because she loves getting into the festive mood.

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imagine-silk · 5 months

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Could I request what Thanksgiving is like with some of the Fallout guys?

》Hope y'all had a good one cause mine had horrible food TTMTT

【Danse】 In the Brotherhood you weren't supposed to celebrate Thanksgivings. It was labeled as a waste of time and resources. But every year the crew would put something together in private. Everyone knew, even the higher ups, but it was left alone. So when Danse leaves he misses what he was used to. What made it better was the fact he wouldn't have to spend it alone.

【Deacon】 He disappeared and no one knew where or why. So it was another Thursday. You knew he knew what the day was, everyone was going to celebrate. You had your party with one guest missing, but that guest was almost expected to not go. After it was all done you were snatched while the others were cleaning up. Deacon all but shoved you into his little home-base to show you a dinner setup, admitting he wanted to have your attention selfishly and party. It was his way to say thanks.

【Hancock】 He loves any excuse to throw a party. He doesn't even know what Thanksgivings is and he doesn't care. Thank you bye. Someone said it involved food and family so the entire town makes food in the world's messiest potluck and throws down. Music is blasting, no one is sober, and someone is making out on the table.

【MacCready】 He had no idea what Thanksgivings was until you told him. The biggest part of him is telling him it's a waste of time and effort. That's also the part that leaves his mouth. But there's a quiet part under all that that yearns for it. The warmth of food and family on a day set aside just to relax, indulge. So during the party he doesn't complain and just sits quietly.

【Nick】 Thanksgivings is never something he really thought about. He liked the passive tradition of it but never went out of his way to do anything, even before the war. So when he woke up in the trash as a robot it didn't occur to him to keep up the tradition. But spending it with you and yours feels familiar, it feels like home again.

【Preston】 Not every year did he get to celebrate so he treasured when he could. Having warm food heat the room with people in sweaters and hiding under blankets was the best time of the years for him. Christmas was too cold and made him worry about other and the gift giving always got out of hand. Thanksgivings was his favorite. With a lot of persuasion you get others to plan the party and get him to sit out just to take a break.

【X6】 He knows what it is, why it is, how it came to be, and anything else, and he does not care. It's a holiday so he'll spend it however you want. You want him to set tables he'll set tables. You want to eat turkey he'll get it. You ask if he's enjoying himself he'll say yes. He can't tell if he's telling the truth or not.

#ask and you shall receive #fallout 4 #fallout imagines #gender neutral reader #fallout x reader #companions react #danse #paladin danse #deacon fo4 #deacon fallout 4 #hancock #fallout hancock #maccready #nick valentine #preston garvey #x6 88

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those-anarcho-punks · 5 months

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Saw Thanksgiving headcannons

i was gonna post these on Thursday but I forgor

imagine that everyone is alive and they like each other etc.

it starts with everyone in the kitchen but Jill and Strahm keep yelling at everyone cause they're not doing things the way they want and everyone gets scared (cause they keep yelling) or just get fed up or leave. idk I know canonically they hate each other but I feel like they would just jive in the kitchen. I think Adam would want to help so he timidly walks back in and Jill sets him at peeling potatoes or chopping things or something but then she gets mad cause he's not doing it the way she wants so she ends up angrily showing him how she wants it done and just giving up and makes him watch a pot and tell her when it boils or something so he still feels like he's helping.

Amanda really really hates her food touching. The shit that gets gravy on it can touch but she cannot fucking stand it when the cranberry sauce or cornbread or rolls touches anything else. she gets a seperate plate for her breads and another one for her cranberry sauce.

Lynn and Hoffman bond over liking to mix all of their food together. Lynn gets a fork full of turkey, potatoes, stuffing, and cranberry sauce and Amanda has to look away because imagining all of those textures mixed together absolutely disgusts her. Same w Strahm and Hoffman, except Strahm makes very exaggerated gagging sounds when Hoffman does it.

Lawrence brings something that's an old family recipe but it's nasty as fuck but no one wants to make him sad so they just all act like they like it.

Allison and Diana Gordon are there but Allison is too busy peppering Adam with questions that Kerry has to help Diana cut up her food but she's really bad with kids so she just has a very uneasy expression on her face the whole time and isn't quite sure how small to cut things up. conversely, Perez is trying to convince Allison it's okay to give Diana a glass of wine.

Brit and Mallick bring the pies for dessert from their bakery and everyone loves them so much that heated arguments ensue for the last piece. Jill ends up yelling over everyone that she deserves the last piece since she cooked all the damn food and everyone lets her. cause they're a little bit scared. (thank you to @cowboylikerory on twitter for the idea for the baking i love it)

Daniel opens a can of beer and immediately like 5 people lunge towards him and take it away.

Adam goes outside for a smoke and Diana tries to follow him but Lawrence whisks her away and gives her like a 10 minute lecture on how bad smoking is for you. Adam grins and gives her a thumbs up through the window.

Hoffman spends like 10 minutes trying to show Corbett (Denlon) how to use a knife but she doesn't get it and Jill has to remind him that she's like 5 and doesn't need to know how to use a knife yet. he, of course, argues with her.

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familyvideostevie · 1 year

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omg emma i just had the cutest idea for a no good at waiting one shot and thought i’d share ,, readers first thanksgiving with her new little found family in hawkins ! it’s so festive and i love how you incorporated all the different characters in the original series :))

omg this IS such a cute idea i love it!! here's a (not so) little friendsgiving with steve and bee girl and the gang <3 i hope you like!

2.2k, fluff, cooking, general happiness! a no good at waiting one-shot | au masterlist __

Robin wasn't kidding about Friendsgiving. From what she's told you about it over the last few weeks, it seems to be a slapdash night of food and games wherever everyone decides to congregate. But this year, maybe because it's your first in Hawkins, she's going all out.

The plan is simple, though a lot of work: a feast made in Hop's farmhouse kitchen a few days before actual Thanksgiving for the entire crew. You and Nancy drew up a cooking plan and everyone has a task before you all change into nice clothes and sit down to eat around 4 and then spend the evening together playing games and hanging out. That's the hope, anyway.

When you wake up in Steve's arms the morning of Friendsgiving you entertain going back to sleep. You've been spending most nights here because you just can't get enough of him, nor he of you. Of his bedhead, his morning breath, his soft snores. Of his furnace-like heat as he wraps himself around you and his sleepy gaze on you in the morning when he presses sloppy kisses to your face. You're going to see your parents for actual Thanksgiving -- the first time you and Steve will actually be apart since you moved here -- and you want to soak up as much of him as you can before you go.

But today you have things to do. So you tap his bicep and try to untangle yourself from his hold.

"No," he says into your neck. You think he'll follow up with some plea or excuse but that's all he says.

"Steve," you say. You can feel his smile against your skin.

"That's me." He takes one deep breath, his chest pressing into your back as he inhales, before letting you go and rolling over to get out of bed himself. "Christ, it's only 10? Why do we have to start this early?"

You make your way to the bathroom as he throws on jeans and a hoodie. "Because you and Robin have to get the turkey in and me and Nancy have to make sure everything else goes according to plan."

"Is Munson bringing breakfast?"

"Jonathan is bringing donuts, I think," you call around a mouthful of toothpaste. Steve appears in the bathroom doorway looking sleep-mussed and soft but at least he's dressed. His glasses are perched on his nose and he leans in to kiss your temple.

"It's gonna be fun," he tells you. It sounds like he's trying to convince himself. "The shitheads are coming at...4? All of them?"

You nod and finish brushing your teeth. He begins his own morning routine and you get dressed in similar clothing. You thought it would be fun to have everyone dress up for dinner, so you'll both come back to change once the food is almost ready.

Once Steve has his own teeth brushed, glasses tucked back on his nightstand and winter hat in hand, he meets you at the door. "Can I say good morning now?" he says. You roll your eyes but nod. He gently grabs your face, thumbs stroking the skin of your cheeks before he leans in close, just a hairsbreadth away from your lips. "Morning," he whispers.

"Hi, Steve," you say back, barely containing your grin as he kisses you softly, slowly. It's a lazy kiss and he tastes a little like toothpaste and a little like sleep and you sigh into it because this is your life. You get this kiss every morning forever, if you want it.

He pulls away and dots one more quick peck on the corner of your mouth before grabbing your hand. "Let's get this shit show on the road." You smack your lips at him but allow it, since he looks so lovely.

Nancy pulls up with Jonathan, Eddie, and Robin just as you two reach the front porch of the farmhouse, all dressed similarly to you. Their fancy outfits must be in the trunk. They seem to be chatting animatedly about the merits of boiled vegetables as they get out of the car, not pausing in their conversation even when they see you.

"Byers!" Steve calls. "Please tell me you have food." Your friend holds up a bulging paper bag and Steve groans in relief. He keeps your hands twined together as everyone files into the house and starts to much on the donuts as Robin gets a pot of coffee going.

"Walk me through it one more time, please, Nance," Jonathan says. You're all spread out around the island in Hop's kitchen. You think about when you and Steve made pies here and you lean into his side a little. Nancy takes a deep breath and looks at the list in her hands that you both made last week.

"Steve and Robin on the turkey, which goes in as soon as it can because we he it last night. Dustin and Mike are bringing biscuits that my mom is going to help with. Eddie has the cranberry sauce, right?" Eddie nods, holding up a plastic bag with a tupperware in it.

"Wayne's recipe." Nancy nods.

"Lucas and Max and El are doing dessert. I think a pie? Or cookies? I don't know. El slept over there last night so they're doing that today and will bring it. Jonathan and Will, when he gets here, are doing a mulled cider. And then the two of us --" she flicks her gaze up to you --" will do sides."

"Wow," Robin says. "Nancy, I think you could be a drill sergeant." Jonathan laughs and tries to cover it with a cough. His girlfriend narrows her eyes at him.

You clap your hands. "Well, let's get to it, guys. I have faith in us." Eddie turns on the radio and just like that, you're all off to work.

The hours go by in a blur. You're all trying to stay out of each other's way but you talk, tell jokes, and sing to the radio. The turkey goes in at the right time and you and Nancy budget oven and stove space for the sides you're making. Every time Steve passes you in the kitchen he taps your hip or runs his hand along your shoulder. Jonathan makes Nancy dance with him around the room when her favorite Blondie song comes on. Robin and Eddie set the table, cramming it with all the chairs in the house.

It's wonderful. It's the kind of morning that you always imagined you'd have someday -- a kitchen full of people you love making something to share with each other.

Hours later, almost everything is prepped or ready to go on the stove and the turkey is on its final rest in the oven. You're leaning on the counter watching Nancy salt the water for your potatoes when Steve slides next to you.

"You wanna go get changed?" His hip bumps yours and you look over at him. You both need a refresh and you could use a nap but the day is only half over.

"What time is it?" Steve holds out his arm for you, a reflex by now. His watch reads 3:30. "Nancy, do we actually think anyone is getting here at 4?" She looks up from the pot. She changed into her dress a while ago -- a pretty silver dress with a ribbon around her waist -- and the others are doing the same right now.

"I doubt it. 4:15 at the earliest. But you guys go change and come back whenever." She waves you off and Steve is quick to grab your hand and haul you back to the loft.

"I'm so tired," he says to you when you go up the metal staircase to his door. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, I think. You want in?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

"I washed my hair last night, Steve," you remind him. "Nice try, though." He pouts and you give him a kiss on the cheek before taking off your coat and boots. "Go on, then! We should be back sooner rather than later."

"I'm going, I'm going!" he whines, trudging into the bathroom as you begin to pull out your own outfit from the bag you brought over yesterday: A tartan jumper over a white turtleneck and a ribbon for your hair. It's simple but you've not had occasion to wear it yet. Steve's shower is quick and he comes out just after you've finished tugging on your tights. His towel hangs low across his hips and you let your eyes linger on the trail of hair below his belly button that you had your mouth on just last night.

He whistles low as he takes you in. "Spin for me?" he says. "You look beautiful, honey." The nickname makes your heart skip a beat, as always. You give him an exaggerated twirl but there is nothing joking about the love you see in his eyes.

"Alright, Casanova, get dressed." He rifles through his drawers and you go to put on some makeup. Before you know it he's sliding next to you in the mirror, just like this morning, this time to fix his hair. He's in a button down under the green sweater of his you love and nice slacks, a look so lovely on him you can't help but tell him so.

"You look pretty, Steve," you say. He blushes a delicate shade of pink and rolls his eyes.

"Get outta here," he mutters. "Look at yourself." You admire each other in the mirror for just a second before Steve checks his watch. "We better go back. Time for the real party to start."

"C'mere for a sec," you say. He turns to you and you take another second to admire him. This boy who loves you, who changed your life. You tuck a loose lock of his hair back into place and run your thumb over his lower lip. He allows it, eyes soft on your face as you mess around before you lean in to kiss him. "I love you, Steve," you say. He grins and it makes your chest tighten.

"Love you, too," he replies. It never gets old for either of you, this love. You're pretty sure it never will.

When you get back to the main house, everyone is waiting for you. The kids have arrived and they've all leaned into the fancy outfit brief very well. Jonathan and Will pour something warm into mugs and Lucas and Max set out rolls. Dustin hovers around the oven while Mike and El fold napkins at each place. Everyone else hardly notice you guys as you slip into the kitchen, all chattering amongst themselves. The turkey is already out and Robin looks ready to carve it, and the sides are almost all plated.

"We missed so much of the prep!" you say to Nancy. She doesn't look bothered.

"I put the gremlins to work instead. You guys look great."

"Finally!" Eddie cries. "Steve, c'mere and help me get this shit on the table." It's chaos, pure chaos, and you love it. Somehow everything makes it on the table -- the turkey takes two of you -- and then before you know it you're all sitting. Piles of food steam in front of you all on the table, the fruits of your labor.

"I can't believe we did it," you say. Everyone laughs. Steve's hand is warm on your thigh under the table. Robin starts to slice the turkey carefully, and Eddie clears his throat.

"Uh," he says. "Me and Wayne always say what we're thankful for before we start."

"My mom and I do that too!" Dustin chirps. Eddie smiles at him.

"I'm thankful for high schoolers who like D&D and for apple cider," he says. He knocks shoulders with Dustin. "You go, kid."

"I'm thankful for braces and my friends," he says. "And getting a driver license."

El sits next to him. "I'm thankful for my family," she says softly. "And cows."

And on and on it goes around the table. Everyone mentions the people at the table at the very least and it makes you want to cry a little. You didn't know it was possible to be this happy. And then it gets to you and Steve, the last two left.

"Well," you start. Steve's hand squeezes your leg just a little. "I'm thankful for Hawkins. And farmer's markets. And friends." You clear your throat. "All of you, especially. Um, and I'm thankful for Steve." You turn to look at your boyfriend as you say it. His cheeks are a little pink but his eyes are soft, like it's just the two of you in the room. The table gives off a combined chorus of awing and retching.

He leans in to kiss you on the temple and you close your eyes for a breath.

"Steve, come on, I'm hungry," Dustin whines, but it's mostly a tease.

"Slow your roll, Henderson. I'll be fast." He looks around the table and you can see how happy he is to be there, too. "I'm thankful for all of you," he shrugs. "That's all there is to it. Best year of my life." He looks at you when he says the last part. You cover his hand with yours and squeeze.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #no good at waiting

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bangchansgirlsblog · 6 months

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My Biggest Regret

Part three: 18+

Another successful show had the whole band panting and huffing from exhaustion.

The boys all laid on the different couches in their backstage room trying to calm down and discussing the events that had just occurred.

All of them were changed out of their outfits and were now in comfy clothes since they had all taken showers.

Their minions were running around getting them whatever they wanted and treating them like royalty.

“Hey Chan are we still spending thanksgiving with your parents?” Han asked the group leader as he was scrolling through the flight app looking for tickets home for the Christmas holiday.

“Yeah, my mum says all of you must come,” Chan was texting one of the managers trying to figure out their schedule for the next few weeks before they would get a flight back to Australia. He hadn’t been home for a few years and he couldn’t wait.

He wanted everything to be perfect. He didn’t want anything to come up like the other times he tried to go home.

“Do you know when we’re leaving?” Changbin asked looking up from his phone. His body was aching hence the reason why he was on the floor using a massage ball trying to release the tight notes in his back.

“We’ll have a meeting about it in a few days so we will find out then,” Changbin took note and continued to massage his muscles as everyone continued having small talk.

“Are we headed out tonight?” Seungmin asked the boys.

“Yeah definitely, I need to get laid tonight,” Hyunjin sat up and tied his hair up in a bun trying to check himself out in the big mirror. A normal thing he did.

“Bro, last time you said that I couldn’t sleep that night. If your getting laid, your getting laid at whoever’s home you chose,” I.N gags and stares at his Hyung who also looked very much shy at the fact that his little brother had heard him doing the deed.

“Uh! Hyunjin that’s so disgusting,” Felix scolds Hyunjin.

“Alright are we going to just talk all night or head out?” Hyunjin changed the subject. They all laugh and joke around but head into hair and makeup to get ready for the party.

The party was for idols only so there was definitely going to be alchohol, drugs and everything they desired.

Being a kpop idol with a clean image meant that they couldn’t do anything wrong in public but in private they were all a menace. The wild parties that ended up either with people throwing up in the pool or people blacking out on chairs and floors proved it.

Chan…When chan first debuted he had no idea it would be like this but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed being free and having alchohol run through his veins causing an adrenaline rush. He loved dancing till his feet hurt but most especially he loved the ladies.

He loved that fact that he was so famous, handsome and rich he would get any woman he desired. They all could, so it was no suprise that Chan was dating the smoking hot cheek who was new to the block.

He didn’t really know her name but he knew that she made him look good and that’s what mattered.

“Nice watch Hannie,” Leeknow complimented Han. The car was packed but they all could fit in.

“Yeah, it’s real Gold, it costed me a fortune.” He boasted and showed everyone the blinging watch that had diamonds all over.

“Don’t lose it, you know how you get when your on substances Hyung,” I.N pushes Han playfully and they start a playful little fight.

“Hey! Watch the suit! Watch the suit!” Hyunjin scolds the boys who were now out breath. They all ended up bursting out in laughter.

When they arrived, they were welcomed in with so much love and joy. Everybody loved the boys. Who wouldn’t? If people weren’t trying to get into their pants they were trying to get into their wallets and if they weren’t trying to get into their wallets they were trying to get their spotlight. This caused all of them to be cautious about the people around them but still they chose to be friendly to everyone and to talk to everyone.

The party was fun. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Hyunjin was surrounded by girls…well all of them except Chan who was with his girlfriend.

He was out of his mind and senseless. The alchohol slowly diluting in his blood.

The girl, Xio, was dancing all of him. His body was hot under his jacket so he took it off. His girlfriend now kissing and grinding all up on him.

“Wanna go somewhere quiet?” She whispered in his ear making him crave her even more. He was hungry for her. He needed her but not for the right reasons.

He needed her to use her for his sexual frustrations.

He smirks and puts his drink down. One hand wrapped around her waist as he drags her to the nearest room possible.

“I want you so bad Y/n,” he moans as he ripped her clothes off.

“Y/n? Who’s Y/n?” She furrows her eyebrows in confusion and looks up at the man who had now realized his mistake.

Fuck.

Meanwhile in Australia. Y/n was sat home with her mum when she recieved a text from Hannah. She hadn’t expected it. Her breathing hitched and excitement grew in her body. She couldn’t believe her eyes but something in her new that this was going to be a rough journey. The words rolled off her tongue painfully yet so easily.

Hannah Bhang🥰: Chan comes home in 2 weeks.

Butterflies were filling her stomach. Her hands were shaking as she thought of what to reply. She had so much to do. The love of her life was coming back home. Would she cry? Laugh? Panic? What was he like now? Tall? Buff? Was he still funny? Goofy? Or was he now mature? Was his curls still intact?

She was worried about things that were the least of her problems because little did she know the “love of her life” was currently receiving a blowjob on a bathroom floor.

#skz imagines #skz comfort #skz angst #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz fluff #skz stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids drabbles #bangchan angst

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romanarose · 7 months

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Secret's Out

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Brother Best Friend!Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: Marc is your brothers roommate and best friend in college. When you attend the same school, you meet and fall in love with Marc Spector. You both try to keep it a secret, for fear of what he'll say... eventually though, the secret comes out.

Warnings: Brief smut, readers brother drinks alcohol, protected creampie, mentions of oral.

Immersability: Reader is not Jewish, or least knows nothing about holidays as she tries to learn. Picture above does nothing to describe reader, including height, I just thought it was cute and Em let me use it lol. Reader is fem and AFAB

A/N: Although I know no one owns the idea of collage AU's, I think in this fandom it's safe to say that @juneknight is a big inspo for a lot of us writing college au marc. June had said she doesn't mind other people writing college marc but I still wanted to give her credit for it as that series is something I love v v v much and is a fandom fav. If you havn't read any of it, check em out. June is amazing. Als, I feel like i've had similar conversations with people in different discord servers about this concept but I can't remember who or who said what? but y'all know how those convos go, everyone throwing things in. If you feel i ripped of something you said, know it was on accident and i can give you creds as well!

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Sex on a dorm bed was hard enough, but Marc insisted he wanted the bed raised so he could fit his mini fridge under there.

And a pile of fucking junk, but thats neither here nor there. Marc looked like he packed up all his personal belongings into plastic bins. He must live far away, because he never went home, not even over thanksgiving break and he paid the extra money to stay over winter break coming up, citing he was Jewish so he didn’t really need to be home for christmas. But what about new years? And he never felt for Jewish holidays either. You know, because you had been looking into them all in order to properly greet him.

A few weeks into classes your first year, your older brother introduced you and let you hang around them while you got oriented in your new school. You had told Marc ‘Happy Yom Kippur’ to which he politely smiled and thanked you, only for you to find out later that ‘happy’ wasn’t exactly the right verbiage. So, you did your best to research. It wasn’t until you were intently watching youtube videos on what everything on a passover seder symbolizes that you realized how hard you had fallen for him.

Lucky for you, your interest and effort had endeared you to him just as much. He fought his feelings for a long time. Your brother, AJ, had been his roommate freshman year and all four years since, and there was no goddamn way on this planet he’d let Marc date you, always telling you which guys to stay away from. He was one of those guys, wasn’t he? So he tried his best to avoid you.

Fate had other plans, a normal day where you showed up at their room looking for AJ had ended with you both tumbling into bed, starting a secret little affair. Marc was good at what he did, opening you up with his fingers first and spending so long with his head between your legs you wondered if he was even planning on getting off at all. But he did, oh god he did, blowing his load inside you and you both came with a loud groan that caused the next door neighbors to bang on the adjacent wall telling you to shut the fuck up.

So started your dirty little secret, sneaking fucks in where you could, hooking up in the public bathroom next to the laundry room, quick kisses in unused classrooms. There was one time AJ was supposed to be gone for a 3 hour class, and walked in unceremoniously as Marc was balls deep inside you, the jingle of the keys and the sound of the key in the door only barely giving Marc enough time to throw you under the covers. AJ was quick to realize Marc had a girl in his bed, closing the door. Covering your mouth, Marc slowly began fucking you as he told AJ the come back later, AJ giving him some good-natured ribbing before announcing he would be at the dining hall. You were back on the verge of an orgasm by the time he left the door, the thrill of near getting caught culminating in cumming hard enough you bit Marc’s hand that still covered you.

It was hard, you wanted to be out. Marc wanted to show you off, to show all the assholes in school how you, YOU were willingly dating him. Prettiest damn thing he’d ever seen. And you, you just wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. You knew Marc had a reputation, and you knew being his girl, you were safe.

Most of all, outside of the public image, you just wanted to be able to be together.

You helped Marc climb back on the bed despite the fit of laughter. After he finished, Marc rolled off you, but seemed to forget you were on a twin bed and promptly fell off. That’s where the bed being raised came in, adding a few feet for him to drop down. You would like to have thought you would have been a concerned girlfriend, but once you saw he didn’t land on his face or anything you couldn’t stop laughing, especially at his grumpy frown. Fucker was funny as shit without trying to be.

When he finally climbed back up, you two cuddled back under the covers and you began to kiss away his frown lines all over his face until they eased in a smile, kissing you back.

“I love you, you know.”

You did. You knew that with your whole heart. “Love you right back, Marc Spector.”

It wasn’t two minuets later when AJ walked in to see you laying on top of Marc, only covered by the blanket, he quickly closes his eyes.

“GOD DAMMIT! WHAT THE FUCK!” He shouts, Marc quickly pulling the blanket up more and rolling over to cover you with his body.

“GET OUT!”

“YEAH NO SHIT, SICKOS.”

AJ left, going to the lounge and you knew it was over. He knew it was you. You were shaking, your anxiety through the roof and Marc tried to calm you.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay, I’ll take the blame-”

“WHY WAS THE DOOR UNLOCKED!” You scream.

“I’m sorry, I forgot!”

“I WAS ON TOP MARC, IF HE HAD WALKED IN HE WOULD HAVE SEEN ME NAKED! ANYONE COULD H-HAVE WALKED I-I-I-IN!!”

Marc took your face in hands, sitting up and gently coaxing you. “Hey, baby, look at me.” You open your eyes, lost inside his and you knew you were safe. “I’m sorry, I’m really fucking sorry. But you’re safe, it’s going to be okay. I swear. I’ll never forget to lock the door again, I promise.”

Tearful, you express your fears. “I don’t know if there’s going to be a next time.”

Marc’s soft eyes are in contrast to his tense face. “You’re a grown adult, baby. He might not like it, but he can’t stop us.”

“But he’s going to be mad at you! He’s your…”

He chuckled. “My only friend?”

“Your best friend.” You correct.

With a sign, he strokes your face, knowing you both had to go out there and face him soon enough. “You’re worth it, okay? Whatever happens, you’re worth it.”

Overcome with emotions, you tuck your head into Marc’s neck. “It’ll be okay.”

You both got dressed, Marc opening the door to the loud, his body symbolically in front of you. Neither of you thought that there was any chance your brother would hurt you, but it was the gesture and what it meant. Marc would always be your protection.

“J, listen man, I can explain-”

“C’mon dude, all you had to do was text me to stay out so I don’t have to walk in on you fucking my sister.”

Everyone was quite, that wasn’t the response they were expecting. “I wasn’t- we weren’t- we were done,”

You smack Marc’s arm, whispering ‘gross’ and then look to AJ. “So you’re not… mad? You sounded mad…”

“I was mad because it was nasty, I don’t need to see that. I don’t give a fuck what you guys do.”

Marc was hesitant, but you moved out from behind Marc to join at his side. He spoke next. “You don’t care?”

AJ laughed. “I don’t care for her,” He clarified, smiling. “For you.” AJ pushed past both of you and made his way to Marc’s minifridge, stealing a beer.

“What does that mean?” Marc asked, incredulous and only semi-distracted by his roommate's theft. Bigger fish to fry.

“I mean,” AJ finished the beer and handed the can to Marc. “You know she cries every time she watched Revenge of the Sith, right?”

Marc turned to you and you shrug. “They were brothers, Marc!”

AJ continued. “She once cried because she wanted to make pasta but we didn’t have sauce. Like laid down on the kitchen floor and cried.”

“I was hungry and to broke to order food!”

“I offered to drive you to walmart!”

“I was tired!”

“You she bites her toe nails”

Marc jumped back in. “that’s why you’re so flexible”

AJ had enough “DISGUSTING! GET OUT! OUT!” He pushed you both out of the room he claimed you had defiled. “Go be disgusting elsewhere, sickos.” He slammed the door in your face as you laughed, giddy that the secret was out and it went well.

“Well, that was not what I expected?” You wrap your arm around his middle, walking towards the elevator.

“Yeah… I thought I was about to get decked.”

Just then, you hear your brother scream your name down the hall.

“Y’ALL BETTER GET YOUR GODDAMN NASTY ASS UNDERWEAR OUT O HERE WHAT THE GODDAMN FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

Marc turned to you. “You forgot your underwear?”

“I WAS PANICKED!” You defended yourself. “I COULDNT FIND THEM AND IM IN LEGGINGS SO I JUST ASSUMED I WENT COMMANDO.”

Sex was moved to your dorm from then on.

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Sorry this came to me today again and i had to write it.

@fandxmslxt69 @runa-falls @campingwiththecharmings @whatthefishh @k-ra @ivystoryweaver @steven-grants-world @ahookedheroespureheart @littlenosoul @mikaelak @stevenandmarcslove @scarletthefierce @pikapuff-316 @del-ightfulling @missdictatorme

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #fem reader #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fluff #marc spector fluff #marc spector moon knight #marc spector smut #protective marc spector #moon knight fanfic #moon knight x reader

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lovelywhiteroses · 5 months

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Happy holiday maybe a short drabble about Ray or Haley from binary star Mc is making ornaments for them.

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✨🌹 Of course dear anon. But how about I do both! 🌹✨

Ray

Ray never spent the holidays with anyone before. He’s always spent them alone. But ever since you and him got together he’s been able to experience what it’s like celebrating with someone. Halloween, thanksgiving, now Christmas. With thanksgiving over, now comes Christmas. One day he when coming back from work he noticed that everything was quiet. He was a bit fearful that something might have happened to you or worse. Until he saw you hyper focused on something. “Star?” You jumped a bit. You really need to learn when to keep your guard up. Especially since double was still on the lose. “Oh it’s only you you scared me there. How was work?” Ray shrugged and walked over. “The usual, just doing the NAHA’s dirty work and being the ‘hero’ everyone so loves.” He then noticed the two see through ornaments you had. One already looked halfway finished, meanwhile the other wasn’t. “What have you been up to?” You smiled and showed what you’ve done so far. “I’ve had this idea for awhile, and I’ve done this with my family before so it’s no problem. Im making an ornament for the soon to be Christmas tree to be put up.” You give him a playful shove. Causing him to chuckle a bit. “I see. But you haven’t gotten started on the other one yet. I believe you still got a long ways to go.” That’s when he noticed you laugh a bit. He was a bit confused at why you laughed. “Ray, that one is for you to decorate.” Ray felt a bit embarrassed but was quick to regain his composure. “Me? I’ve never really decorated an ornament, I’ve never really have the time.” He picked up the ornament and sat next to you. “Well then hopefully you have time now, Don’t you?” You hand him a marker so he could write something on it. He sighs and looks at you with a genuine smile. “Of course star. As long as it’s with you.” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, making you flustered but still able to help out a bit. After awhile of giving him some tips along with a bit of messing around with small talk and jokes, you finished his and you finally finished yours. “Here I’ll clean up the mess. You did great Ray. Not bad for an old man.” You smiled, as Ray turned to you a bit stunned but at this point he’s used to it. “Wow star you really know how to make me feel speechless huh?” You laughed to yourself while cleaning up a bit while Ray put the two ornaments away, though plastic he seems to treat them as if they were glass. “But I do got to say this was actually very nice. Thank you star.” He said walking over to help clean up a bit. You couldn’t help but smile, you liked making him smile even if it was from the little things, you can’t help but feel that this Christmas was gonna be special for you and him this year.

Haley

Hal was always a person who was a nice person to talk to for you. And when asked to spend some time with them in their spare time they’re always down for it. You and Hal were now currently together. Miles was always teasing you both even doing the classic song of sitting in a tree. But you didn’t mind. You two decided to take things slow. You did have Halloween and thanksgiving together along with miles, but you wanted to try something for Christmas. That’s when you got the idea to make ornaments. You decided to get three one for you, miles, and Hal. “Alright what are you planning?” You took Hal’s hand and just smiled. “It’s a surprise! There’s no point if I just tell you.” Hal just laughed as you pulled them in the room where miles is already starting to decorate his ornament. “Oh hey Haley!” Miles said as he looked up for a moment and back to his ornament. “What all this?” You picked up they’re ornament and handed it to them. “I wanted to do something special this year since I’m gonna be with you this year.” You said while you felt your face heat up while you told them. Hal’s face turned a bit pick. They obviously felt flattered that you considered this special with them. “If your not gonna do yours Hal I can always do it!” Miles said as he was still making his ornament. It was obvious it was hero themed. You both laughed and Hal and you sat down and made your ornaments. Though Hal was a thief they weren’t the best at making ornaments. But it was still beautiful in your eyes. When all three of you were done you brought out a small tree and Hal laughed at how much you’ve planned this out, meanwhile miles was extremely excited. You all put your ornaments on the little tree. Though it wasn’t a big one. You know that it was special. Hal knew it to. They run their hand through their short hair, and smiled at you. “Thanks I really enjoyed this time together.” You smiled at Hal as you felt your face heat up again. “My ornament looks awesome doesn’t it?” You and Hal laughed. “Yep it sure does miles.” You responded back. Yep! This year was definitely gonna be more special this year.

✨🌹Hopefully this was to your liking dear anon. Have a happy thanksgiving and a happy holiday.🌹✨

#binary star hero vn #binarystarhero #binary star hero

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emberfrostlovesloki · 6 months

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Talent [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@lavendair) Center (@hotchs-big-hands) Right (@muresetivoire)

Prompt: An inebriated Aaron finds out that the readers has a hidden talent and they offer to show him it later. When they get back to his apartment, more sober, Aaron apologizes, feeling awkward for getting them into this situation. They (the reader) honestly asks Hotch if he would let them do it anyway?

Pairing: Hotch x gender neutral reader. The reader uses they/them/their pronouns

Catagory: Hurt/comfort/smut

Word Count: 6.8K

A/N: Content warnings below the cut. This is a NSFW story. Minors DNI. 18+ only readers for this one. Please respect this boundary. A few things here so please bare with me. This was inspired by a little conversation between @softhairedhotch and @hotchs-big-hands That conversation can be found here (link)

I loved the idea and I got this wrote this. As usual, my writing got a bit more somber than I expected. Maybe that’s just my style idk? One last thing before you can actually read this thing, I insinuate that Hailey cheated on Hotch later in their marriage. I think this is an assumption the show makes, but never explicitly states. I don’t mean to slander Hailey in any way. I think she’s lovely and loved Aaron to the best of her ability. I did this mostly to make Hotch have self-doubt. I stan Hailey in my house. Lastly, this is only my third time posting smut, so forgive me it it’s not perfect. If you enjoy this story, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! I hope y’all have a good evening - Levi.

Content Warnings: Sex (slight hand job and blowjob [Hotch receiving]), slight size kink, sex and body doubt (Hotch), Foyet and the stabbing incident mentioned (mentioned that the attack was possibly psycho-sexual), blood, reference to a gag reflex, drinking (the team gets pretty intoxicated), sex life mentioned (reader and Hotch), Aaron is touch starved, cheating mentioned (Hailey). If I missed any, please let me know.

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_d/h_ = dominant hand

Hotch nearly choked on his sip of beer. He tried to hide his coughs by putting his arm over his mouth. He had certainly not expected to hear Penelope, who was seated on Rossi’s rug with many other members of the team, to say, “But you know I might have thrown up because the milk was expired, but _y/n_ wouldn’t because they don’t have a gag reflex.” Aaron watched as _y/n_’s face turned crimson. _y/n_ moved over to Garcia and jokingly shook their friend saying, “Pen, why would you talk about my sex life like that? You see, this is why you can never, ever meet my parents even though you keep asking. We’ll have, like, two drinks and then you’ll start talking about what position I like best.” Upon hearing this, Aaron couldn’t take it anymore. He moved from the living room to the kitchen. He was trying very hard not to think about _y/n_ an array of sexual positions and acts, but he was failing. He was also trying to remember why the team had moved from the couches to the floor. A comment of Spencer's about the rug being comfortable and warm next to the fireplace that was roaring in the center of Dave’s living room might have been the reason. It was all a blur really. They were all drunk at this point. The team didn’t normally do this when they were together, but it was Friendsgiving and the last few cases had been relatively easy by their standards. The team had a few days off, and shockingly they were all going to be in town, so Rossi had invited them all over to celebrate Thanksgiving as a unit. Everyone had brought something and it was nice to just relax and be together. His intoxicated brain circled back to the rug and to the topic of sex and he thought, ‘Oh god, no, no, no,’ but against his conscious brain he began to picture himself having sex with _y/n_ on that soft shagged carpet. In his mind their back was arched, and they were panting as he thrust deeply into them. Aaron was startlingly pulled from his fantasy when his name was called. He looked up and flushed further. It was _y/n_ leaning against the marble countertop. To his credit, _y/n_ also had a flush to their face, and they asked, “What’s got you so flustered over there Mr. Hotchner.” Aaron tried to come up with an excuse, and he opened his mouth, but his brain couldn’t supply a reply, so he just closed his mouth. More mortified now than he may have ever been in front of a member of his team.

_y/n_ walked closer to him, and they placed their hands on the edge of the counter. _y/n_ leaned back on their strong arms which could be perceived in a sensual way. Hotch swallowed, and _y/n_ looked him over. They noticed the bulge in Aaron’s well-fitted black trousers, but they averted their eyes quickly for his dignity, so that they didn’t start getting wild ideas. _y/n_ was grateful that Hotch was a little too disheveled to have noticed them checking out his groin. Finally, after an awkward silence, _y/n_ asked openly, drunkenly, “It’s not what Garcia said earlier that has you so riled up, is it?” There was that small undercurrent of desire in _y/n_’s voice that had Aaron feel a flash of heat rush through him again. Hotch wouldn’t have to answer. His blown-out pupils, arousal, and micro-expressions were enough to tell _y/n_ what they wanted to know. Even drunk this was obvious to them. Aaron gave a small nod, yes, anyway. _y/n_ let out a small laugh before saying, “We see such horrible things in the field and my sexual abilities are what's causing your brain to reboot?” They were teasing him, and Hotch couldn’t help but say, “Well this isn’t the field.” He moved toward _y/n_ and placed his hand on their hip. _y/n_’s exhalation of breath and flush of their skin told Aaron that the touch wasn’t unwanted. He’d never initiated anything romantic or sexual with _y/n_. The small part of his brain that was still functioning normally was screaming at him to stop. That he might regret this when he was sober. But his id was stronger than that voice. As his other hand moved to _y/n_’s other hip, he looked down at them. _y/n_’s eyes were wide and shining with a type of desire he’d never seen on their face before. _y/n_ breathily said his name; “Aaron.” Without much more to think about he asked, “Is what Garcia said true? Or is she just making stuff up again?” _y/n_ flushed and acted askance and replied, “Why Hotch, that’s not a nice thing to ask someone.” Aaron bit back a sigh and applied a gentle pressure to _y/n_’s hips. Their body moved with his touch and _y/n_ truthful answered, “It is true though. It’s my hidden talent that’s rarely used.” _y/n_ looked up at Hotch and the desire, the hunger they saw on his face left them reeling for a second. They knew this was crossing a hundred lines, but in that moment the very feeling of his hands on their body was such a rush that they didn’t fight it. The idea of Aaron’s large hands elsewhere had them boldly state, “I can show you later on if you let me come to your apartment?”

That image actually made Hotch groan. It was quiet, and Aaron was eternally grateful that no one on the team had come in yet to refresh their drinks. Maybe they had all assumed what _y/n_ and he were discussing and were intentionally not entering the room. Aaron asked, surprised at _y/n_’s offer and their willingness to accept, “You’d do that for me?” There was that soft throaty laugh again, and _y/n_ said, “Of course I would Hotch.” Aaron swallowed again and replied, “Okay. But only if you really want to. You don’t have to do anything for me like that if you don’t want to.” _y/n_ moved their hand, patted his shoulder and said, “I promise that you will get enthusiastic consent from me before it happens. And if either of us changes our minds, we can pretend this little conversation never happened.

After this, they headed back to the living room. If the team had been intentionally avoiding them, they hid it well. The members of the BAU seemed to be engrossed watching Spencer speed-read Rossi’s well-worn copy of Critique of Pure Reason by Kant. As _y/n_ sat back down next to Emily, they whispered, “Why are we watching Spence read?” Emily listed slightly toward _y/n_ and said, “We’re going to have Rossi test him on the concepts of the book. Or see if the genius can remember some especially long passages. We want to see how much he can remember when he’s this drunk.” _y/n_ chuckled at the concept. They were now also invested. An hour and a half later the team slowly started saying their goodbyes. At this stage, _y/n_ and Aaron were more in control of their faculties. They were the third party to leave, and they both shared an Uber back to Hotch’s apartment. Because neither of them knew how much they would be drinking that night, they had shared a ride over to Rossi’s together. _y/n_ only lived two blocks over and Aaron promised to walk them the rest of the way home. On the short ride back, _y/n_ and Hotch both gained more clarity, and Aaron was starting to feel uncomfortable with what he had said two hours earlier. His desire for _y/n_ was still there, but he knew he shouldn’t have said what he did. Suggested what he had. As it turned out, Aaron’s desire for his younger agent rarely, if ever waned.

When _y/n_ had joined the team a few years ago, he had quickly found himself drawn to them physically. Hotch didn’t believe in love at first sight, but he couldn’t deny that he had experienced lust at first sight with _y/n_. It was like _y/n_ had been made for him. When Hotch first thought this fully -- not just with the small voice he used to stifle unwanted thoughts with -- he realized how much of a narcissist it made him sound like. It was with that thought that he buried all feelings about _y/n_. He couldn’t risk going there, even in his mind. But with there still being a slight buzz in his head, his mind wandered to how the slope of _y/n_’s shoulders was gentle yet angular. How their _y/h/c_ looked during golden hour, the way their eyes had held his gaze earlier that evening when they had offered to show him their talent. Aaron shifted slightly in his seat to try and readjust himself. His body was having ideas of its own again, and he didn’t appreciate it. Aaron looked over to _y/n_ who seemed to be in their own type of reverie. It hadn’t helped that he found them attractive and that they were such a good person.

On the team, _y/n_ was smart. They could come up with ideas as fast as Spencer and the duo could be often found at precincts and their hotel rooms bouncing ideas off each other at a mile-a-minute pace. They were also fiercely protective of the team. If someone questioned the team, or specifically a member of the team, they were there to professionally correct and support either the team or the member being targeted. He had seen them do it for JJ, Garcia, and Morgan which was funny because Derek could generally take care of himself. But that hadn’t mattered to _y/n_. They had stood up for and comforted Derek in their way. _y/n_ had comforted him too. It was more polite than with the other agents, but they had done it all the same. Aaron knew that _y/n_ felt similarly about him as he felt about them. It was clear in their actions and demeanor around him. _y/n_ hid it well most of the time, but every now and then, he would get a hint that those desires resided in _y/n_ too, and he had to fight his feelings all over again. It was all a mess, and now they would have to talk about tonight. The conversations had been mutually intimate and yes, having his subordinate offer to perform fellatio on him broke about a dozen rules and regulations, but he had continued the conversation. He could have walked away, lied, or done ten thousand other things than being honest and accepting the offer. Aaron stifled another groan of annoyance and embarrassment. He knew he was fucked, or perhaps not fucked, in loads of ways. At least their conversation had been consensual. There was a small mercy in that.

As the car moved down the quiet streets, _y/n_ could feel Aaron near them. They chose to look out the cars window instead of at their companion. _y/n_ needed a few minutes to settle their thoughts. To say _y/n_ was mortified about their behavior during the evening was an understatement. Their attraction to Hotch was undeniable, and they saw the tells on their boss as well. That didn’t make what they had done that evening right. _y/n_ had been shocked by how quickly and hard they had been attracted to Aaron. _y/n_ didn’t know they could feel so intensely until they met him. Of course, there had been teen idols. And they had rewatched a few movies with _y/f/a_ a few hundred times. But that was an actor, and Hotch was a real man in flesh and blood. To mention the fact that he was their boss didn’t help the matter either. In all honesty, everyone on the team had said something more personal than they would have sober during the night, but _y/n_ was certain what they and Aaron had revealed was the most intimate. The street lights continued to pass by in a blur as they approached Aaron’s apartment. _y/n_ knew that things would come to a head when they got there, and _y/n_ couldn’t help but think for one second, ‘Is my desire for him so wrong? God we both feel it. Why couldn’t life be easier? Why couldn’t they just give in for once?” These were the thoughts that swilled within them, between them, as they sped toward their destination.

When they arrived outside of Aaron’s, the two stood outside of his stoop in an awkward silence. Aaron broke it first by saying, “I never should have said anything in the kitchen. I never should have put my hands on you. I sincerely apologize for my actions, _y/n_. I never meant to make this uncomfortable between us. I value your contributions to the team and I’d never view you as a sexual object. I was drunk and it was a mistake.” Hotch realized that he was rambling, and he looked to _y/n_ for their response. They looked back and him and replied, “I started it. Well, Garcia started it. It was out of line for me to approach you like that. I respect you, Hotch. I apologize.” They both stood in the frosty air, under the light of a lone streetlamp. The wind picked up and both parties seemed unwilling to leave the conversation where it was. _y/n_ shuddered against the cold and used a voice they rarely did with Aaron. _y/n_ asked, “Can we go into your apartment for a minute before you walk me home? I think I need to warm up from a minute before you walk me back.” The voice they used was one-third needy, one-third empathetic, and one-third pleading. Though Aaron could be reading into the pleading part of it. Perhaps he just wanted that to be the case. _y/n_ had only spoken to him once before like that and it was when he had gotten injured on a case. _y/n_ had asked him to slow down in the same tone and just like back then, he couldn’t refuse them. Hotch pulled out his keys and unlocked his front door. As they moved inside, he turned on the light above his sink and then he took a few large strides to turn on some lamps in the living space. Aaron gestured to the couch and offered _y/n_ a seat, which _y/n_ took. Aaron moved toward the sink and asked over his shoulder, “Would you like a glass of water?” _y/n_ closed their eyes at the thoughts bombarding them and said, “Yes, please.” Aaron grabbed two glasses from his cabinets and added some ice from the freezer before filling them with water. When he turned back to _y/n_, they had their _d/h_ pinching the skin between their eyebrows; their face in a half grimace. Aaron moved quickly toward them and asked, “_y/n_, are you alright? Do you have a headache?” _y/n_ let out a nervous laugh before removing their hand and saying, “Not yet. But it’s sure to come in a few hours. I’m not a college kid at a pre-game party anymore. I can’t do that kind of drinking without the consequences.” Aaron chuckled at _y/n_’s response. Given that he was a good deal older than _y/n_ him, he could only imagine how bad it might be for himself in the morning. He added taking some Advil before bed to his mental notes. He would do that as soon as _y/n_ was safely home. Even though things had been odd between them for the last half of the night, he would still ensure that they got home safe before he returned to his space to re-wrangle the thoughts that had fought their way back to the surface again. He let out a soft sigh, as he watched _y/n_ take a sip of water.

_y/n_ set their glass down and looked up at Aaron. They asked a question that had undercut the whole night for them. They asked because at this moment having to fake disinterest felt like too great a burden to bear, and because they knew they were already in trouble, so why not face the full consequence? _y/n_ said what was really on their mind with, “What if I wanted to show you anyway? Apart from Pen’s comments? Apart from the fact that I was drunk when I said what I did.” There was a silence and Hotch’s eyes blinked at what they said, trying to register the words; what was being offered. He felt the hitch in his breath as he said, “_y/n_ I…” They cut Hotch off saying, “Aaron. I see how you look at me. And I know that you see how I look at you. I’m sorry, but I can’t keep pretending to not care about you. To not want to give you more.” Hotch blinked a few times rapidly, trying to clear this head of images. Even now that he was in full control of his mind, he couldn’t stop his thoughts from wandering. Aaron closed his eyes and said _y/n_’s name in desperation. In shame. They looked up at him and said, “Tell me that I’m wrong. Tell me that I’m wrong and I’ll stop immediately.” As hard as Aaron tried to say no, he couldn’t bring himself to. _y/n_ stood and half maneuvered Aaron to sit on his couch. They knelt and pushed his knees open. Hotch groaned and said, “You can’t possibly want this?” _y/n_ ran their hands over his inner thighs and said, “I’m in full control of my faculties, Aaron. If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t be here. _y/n_ looked over his seated body. He looked so prone like this; exposed. They often wondered about Aaron. How he felt about himself, and his strong body. _y/n_ had noticed that he wore more layers after what had happened with Foyet. The textures and materials of his suits had changed as well. Half of the time _y/n_ was sure he was sweating under all that fabric. _y/n_ gently dropped to their knees and asked Hotch, who was looking at them with trepidation, guilt even, “Aaron, are you alright? What’s going on in that head of yours?”

For the last year or so, after Foyet, Hotch had been physically cutting himself off from close contact of any kind. It brought up too many painful memories of Hailey before she and Jack had to flee to witness protection before she divorced him. When he was younger he had been so passionately in love with her. It was the most he had ever felt in his life, and with his childhood the way it was, there was a great comfort in that. When he and Hailey had met again as adults, those feelings were still there and they persisted throughout his time in law school and his short stint as a prosecutor. But when he had joined the BAU things had changed. At first, there had been a thrill for both of them. But with time, Hailey seemed to grow tired of his constant comings and goings. His late nights in the office under Gideon. Their sex life had changed and what used to be passionate and loving sex turned into less passionate more need-based sex from either himself or his wife. Then Jack happened, and Gideon’s incident in Boston which left even less time for him to spend with his wife and newborn son. Again sex changed for them because Hailey needed time to heal and Jack took up most of their time when Aaron was home. When they had been intimate at that stage it felt different. It happened rarely and he could feel Hailey withdraw from his touch sometimes. A few months later when he started to assume that she might be acting unfaithfully to him he started to understand why his wife was so hesitant to be around him. Aaron didn’t want to believe it was true. He wanted to think that it had something to do with him. Some shortcomings of his character or body. When it came out that she had been seeing someone else, Aaron forgave her. He still loved her deeply and he knew that he had his own issues; being around was the chief one for his wife. Some part of him understood why she had sought comfort in someone else while he was away even though he would never do that to her. A part of Aaron still thought that there was something wrong with him, his body, and his performance in bed. And the last time he and Hailey had really, intentionally tried to be intimate, his own doubts and the thought of her with another man had not allowed him to finish. Aaron didn’t assume that was the death knell of their marriage, but part of him factored it in.

Then Foyet had physically assaulted him, his body. Hotch never told anyone, and the team didn’t say anything, but he had wondered if Foyet was seeking some sort of sick sexual release with the knife as a subsite penis. Aaron had passed out from blood loss before he could know the answer to that question. Aaron was grateful for that to this day. So the idea that _y/n_, the kind and caring person they were was interested in him sexually was rather unbelievable to him. It had been so long since he had been sexual. He even stopped allowing himself to touch himself if he woke up aroused. He felt like he deserved it. He didn’t know how he would act, or perform if he accepted _y/n_’s offer. Thinking about it made him nervous. And yet, his desire for _y/n_ persisted.

Hotch swallowed and he suddenly felt like he needed ten glasses of water instead of the one he had just consumed. He looked down at _y/n_ and replied, “I shouldn’t even be sitting here. These thoughts… they.” Aaron felt embarrassed at himself and looked away, not really knowing what to say. It had been so long that he had felt a desire this strong. It had been even longer that someone had been this intimate with him. Even to have his legs spread and _y/n_ looking up at him with such care. They hadn’t even fucking done anything yet. Aaron closed his legs and _y/n_ let him. They wanted Hotch to know that he had full control of his body. Of what happened, if anything did end up happening. _y/n_ stood and leaned close to him. With a tender care, _y/n_ took his chin in their hand and directed his face to look at them. _y/n_ said, “Desire isn’t a sin Hotch. There isn’t some cosmic scale weighing whether you looked at some girl crossing the road five years ago. It’s a natural feeling; and it’s not wrong to feel it. If anything you’ve been restraining yourself. So have I. I care about you too much to just keep dreaming about you at night. It feels like I’m using you. So now you know how I feel. Now would you please let me do this for you?” Aaron had to blink back a few tears at _y/n_’s statement. It was so honest that he could hardly see past it. It was blinding in its sincerity. To know that _y/n_ felt like him in that way made him feel warm in a different way than his body responding to theirs. As a last half-assed defense, he said quietly, “I’m your boss.” The chuckle _y/n_ let out had his eyes on them in an instant. Laughter hadn’t been the response he had expected. _y/n_ was wearing their ‘color me surprised’ face. And Aaron laughed at the expression too. It was no surprise to both of them. But this wasn’t about power dynamics, it was about tenderness and longing, and when _y/n_ asked, “Would you let me take care of you?” He nodded his head yes and then verbalized that he wanted it too.

With his consent given. _y/n_ pressed into him. Their hands found traction on his biceps, and they moved their mouth over his neck. _y/n_ could feel his steady pulse under their mouth. At the contact, Aaron let out a sigh. His body reacted almost immediately. He shifted slightly, closed his eyes, and moved his head to the side a bit to give _y/n_ better access to his flesh. When Aaron had gotten in the apartment, he had discarded his suit jacket and tie to be more comfortable. His shirt however was still buttoned tightly. _y/n_’s hands worked at the top two buttons, but they were struggling as they tried to keep their mouth on Hotch’s skin while doing the buttons at the same time. _y/n_ was both kissing and sucking at the sanative area. Aaron moved his arms to slide between their bodies, as he undid the troublesome buttons. _y/n_ hummed their thanks, and as they moved to treat his clavicles and breast bone, they breathed hot and heavy over his neck. The semi-excited state of his cock grew quickly. _y/n_ moved over the area with a reverence. While their mouth worked over his partially exposed torso, their hands also moved. Their right hand was tracing the lines of his muscle on his stomach and the other was slowly trailing up and down his left thigh. When _y/n_ placed their hand over his hardness, shielded by his pants and briefs, he groaned -- loudly. He felt embarrassed, and _y/n_ looked up at him and said, “It’s okay to feel. I want you to enjoy this.” With how large he felt under their hand, _y/n_ was excited to see his manhood.

They moved back to their knees, and this time, as they pushed his thighs open, Aaron let it happen. _y/n_ set one hand on his hip and the other moved under his linen shirt, wrinkling it. _y/n_ started kissing at his knee and slowly moved up his thigh. As they got close to his arousal, which was throbbing hard against his underwear and the zipper of his pants, they moved to the other leg and began the process again. Hotch let out a shaky breath. Whatever hesitations he had been having at the start were as far away as Neptune now. The slow buildup was driving him insane. Finally, _y/n_ made it to his groin and kissed over his erection. From what they could feel, he was large. Long and wide. As _y/n_ made their tactile observations with their mouth, they thought back to the dreams they had had of Aaron. He was always well endowed in them, but now that they were here, he might even be bigger than they had imagined. _y/n_ thought, ‘Of course he’s big. This is Hotch we’re talking about.’ They refrained from laughing but did let out a small breath. Their thought might be funny to them, but it might come off very differently to Aaron. They didn’t want to think they were laughing at him. They never wanted that. Once they had kissed up the tip which was being held down by his belt, _y/n_ moved their face away and started to undo the buckle of his belt. The metal was cool under _y/n_’s fingers. Once the belt was slipped through the front two belt loops and the two at his hips, _y/n_ shifted forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt. They moved the stranded weave fabric up, exposing his stomach. _y/n_ leaned in and kissed over his belly button. Their tongue licked over the well in his form, and Aaron moaned again. _y/n_ then moved to kiss one of the exposed scars on his body. He looked down at _y/n_ like this, and he wondered what it would be like with him in her mouth? He stopped himself from bucking up at the thought. While _y/n_ had been working over his body, his breathing had picked up. At this new sensation, he whispered their name. _y/n_ made quick work of the buttons and zipper of his pants. They were careful that there were no unintended snags as they tugged the small pull down. _y/n_ looked over his cloaked member. They kissed the shaft and then moved their hand to press against it before slowly stroking it through his grey briefs. _y/n_ used their pointer and little finger to stimulate the sides, while their ring and middle finger applied pressure to the front of his penis. _y/n_ didn’t tease him with their hand too long. This wasn’t the pleasure Olympics. They didn’t know how much stimulation Aaron was used to, and _y/n_ didn’t want to overdo it for him. Before _y/n_ removed the final layer of clothing, they looked up to Aaron again to ensure he was still on board with this last exposure. Hotch looked into their eyes, the question evident to him. In a deep voice, one full of need, he said, “Yes. If you’re willing.” _y/n_ replied in the affirmative, saying, “I want to.”

With consent given, _y/n_ tugged at the elastic band of his briefs. Aaron put his weight on his feet and lifted his hips for them. _y/n_ pulled down the fabric and revealed his member for the first time, as it rested on his body. He was large and as Hotch settled back down on the couch, they looked over him with pleasure. _y/n_’s hand circled the base, and they started pumping up and down with a steady pace and pressure. They praised him saying, “You’re very impressive Aaron.” Their praise and the feeling of their hands moving over him had him squirming and breathing heavily. He was starting to sweat now, and he had never imagined it would be like this. Because if he had, he would never be able to let go. But now that it was actually happening, he couldn’t care about the complications. He felt so good with _y/n_ rubbing their hand against his cock, and he muttered, “Fuck, _y/n_. You’re so good.” They smiled, and he cursed again as _y/n_ used their other hand to stroke and circle the base of his member. _y/n_ didn’t spend a very long time with their digits, after all, they had promised to show Aaron their talent, and having him cum in their hands was not on the agenda. So _y/n_ removed their _d/h_ from the shaft and Aaron’s eyes grew wide with the sudden loss of contact. He felt like he might explode if didn’t have that stimulation moving over him. He was about to say something, but the breath was forced from his body as _y/n_ took the tip in their mouth. _y/n_ shifted on their knees a bit to be able to best take Hotch in. The carpet under their legs was decently comfortable, but the wood floor underneath was solid. _y/n_ paid attention to the tip first, suckling it and running their tongue over the slit on the top. Aaron tried to take a steadying breath, but he was falling apart at the sensation of pleasure rushing through him. When _y/n_ was comfortable with the feel of him, and had built some confidence at being able to take him in, they pushed their tongue down and hollowed their cheeks. Carefully covering their teeth, _y/n_ moved their mouth further down his length. At this, Hotch tipped his head back and moaned again. _y/n_ wasn’t even halfway down him before some precum leaked from the tip. _y/n_ pulled up and sucked the briny ejaculate off his cock. _y/n_ swallowed it quickly and moved back to working him over. They would think more deeply about the taste of Hotch’s cum later, but for now, they wanted to keep hearing Aaron mutter their name, or try to keep his breathing even. They could feel from his reactions and the throbbing of his cock that he wasn’t in control at all, even if he was trying to be. _y/n_ momentarily wondered how long it had been since anyone had done this for him.

Aaron's width not only filled their mouth, but his length, even though they didn’t have a natural gag reflex, was still a bit too much for _y/n_ to fully cover with their mouth. About an inch was left exposed to the cool air. Before _y/n_ moved their free hand to make up the difference, they looked over Hotch. The sight of him, head tipped back, mouth open sent a wave of pleasure through them. _y/n_ noticed Hotch’s hands gripping the side of the couch with white knuckles. As _y/n_ continued to move over him, they used their free hand to grab Hotch’s left hand from the couch cushion and to set it on the crown of their head. Aaron looked down at _y/n_ as they moved his hand to the back of their head. He hesitated. He was desperate to take what was being offered on top of what was already happening. On top of the bliss and heat, he was feeling in his cock. _y/n_ patted his hand on their head giving him a non-verbal “It’s okay.” Aaron couldn’t help himself, and threaded his long fingers in _y/n_’s _h/l_ _h/c_. _y/n_ continued to move up and down his shaft, and then covered the base of his cock that couldn’t be inside their mouth. With Aaron fully enveloped, he bucked his hips up and as _y/n_ had said, the extra pressure didn’t cause any gag reaction. If fact _y/n_ hummed their satisfaction at his action. He trembled under _y/n_ and thought about what they had said earlier in the night about feelings not being wrong. And moving his hips had felt so, so, blindingly good that he did it again. And then again, and again, and again until he was sure he could feel himself ready to cum. _y/n_ was intently focused on his pleasure. Aaron’s member was lined with a few thick veins running down the side and back. As Hotch started to take control of his own pleasure with gentle pressure to their head, _y/n_ lifted their tongue up and down those ridges on his cock. At this new sensation and the slight sucking that _y/n_ was doing sent him over the edge. Aaron’s hand tightened in _y/n_’s hair, and he came with a shudder. He let out a loud moan and pulled _y/n_’s head off of his cock. They had only taken a bit of his semen in their mouth. _y/n_ wondered why he hadn’t let them swallow his ejaculation, but didn’t ask now. There were still so many things to know about him. Things they hoped they could learn together with time. _y/n_ stroked his thigh softly as he rode out his orgasm. Seeing him so out of control only wanted to make them care for him more.

When the waves of pleasure subsided, Aaron relaxed back into the couch cushion. He closed his eyes because he was afraid of what he would see in _y/n_’s eyes if he opened them. He wasn’t fully sure how to cope with what they had given him. A soft touch of his thigh did eventually made him see _y/n_, and they were looking at him with a care he had rarely seen in his life. He swallowed back some tears, and he patted the couch next to him. As _y/n_ got up from their knees, and sat next to him. He pulled his underwear over his nakedness. His cum was staining his shirt and pants and he would need to launder and shower after he talked to _y/n_. _y/n_ sat and gave him space, but he needed to feel them close to him. To have this living, breathing care in his arms. He turned to face _y/n_ and asked, “May I hold you?” _y/n_ nodded, and Aaron moved his arm to rest behind their lower back. He pulled _y/n_ close to his side, and they turned toward him softly. _y/n_ placed their head on his broad, muscular shoulder. There were a few moments of comfortable silence before _y/n_ said, “You don’t ever owe me anything, Aaron. You know that right?” The question lingered until Aaron’s hand moved to the back of _y/n_’s head, gently running his digits through the smooth hair. A different kind of touch than what he had been doing a few minutes before. Now that he had been sated, he feared that a gulf would form between them. But _y/n_’s comment gave him something to think about, to still his nervous mind. Finally, he replied, “But I do owe you things _y/n_. I owe you safety on the field, and professionalism in the office, and privacy. I feel like I owe you more than those things as well.” _y/n_’s hand was back on his thigh again and they replied, “Okay, valid point. At the job, you do play a different role, but we’re both adults Hotch. We’re not teenagers trying to shag in the high school gymnasium. Given how long we’ve waited for something to happen between us, I think we can keep it together at work.” At this statement, Aaron chuckled lightly. _y/n_ was certainly true about that. After a beat, _y/n_ continued saying, “But is it so impossible to believe that we couldn’t do both? That we couldn’t care for each other outside of work?” Aaron pondered the question. He thought about what they had said. About the profound pleasure _y/n_ had brought him; and not just physical pleasure, but an emotional cover as well made him consider his words wisely, carefully. When _y/n_ was with him like this, it felt like his many flaws disappeared. That he had a clean slate. Hotch closed his eyes and rested his head on top of _y/n_’s, as he said, “I willing to try.”

When it was appropriate, Aaron quickly cleaned himself, changed, and then walked _y/n_ back to their apartment. Before _y/n_ went inside, Hotch placed a hand on their lower back and leaned down to kiss _y/n_’s forehead. They had both agreed to take a day and see if any other feelings, questions, or concerns that might arise once they were apart. They scheduled a meeting of sorts for Sunday to talk more deeply and thoroughly about what this relationship might look like. When they parted for real, Aaron walked down the quiet street. It was late in the night, but he didn’t feel tired. As he walked, he considered how physically closed off he had been the last few months. Close off to the team and himself. But _y/n_ had helped him see the sky again and no matter what happened after this, he would always be grateful for that.

On Monday, _y/n_ went to see Garcia. To honestly say, “What the hell Pen?” However, the technical analyst had been watching _y/n_ and Aaron pine for each other for two years and even though her comment at Rossi’s had been a Freudian slip, she still noticed how the pair spent a long time in the kitchen. How they had both come back flushed, eyes wide. Once _y/n_ stepped into Garcia’s space, Penelope could see that something happened and did a little happy dance in her chair before getting up and dragging _y/n_ into her office, closing the door. Once they were alone, Pen said, “_y/n_ tell me everything.” _y/n_ flushed, a bit exasperated, and said, “The answer is, I may never tell you anything about my sex life again. But thanks, Penelope.” _y/n_ winked at their friend and left the office with a smile on their face. Garcia gave a little excited scream of happiness as she moved back to her desk. Sometimes when things didn’t go to plan, it still worked out.

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