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cameronspecial · 7 months

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Let Me Serve You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Summary: Rafe has a lot of rules when it comes to being his girlfriend. Here are some more.

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Y/N is getting ready to go to the club with Daisy and a few friends. She walks over to Rafe lying on the bed to kiss him goodbye. “Daisy is going to be here in a minute. I’m going to wait downstairs. You can stay in bed though Rafe,” she orders, kissing him on the lips. He is too tired to argue about going down with her, “Okay, be safe. Rule Number Nine?” She pauses at the door and pulls out her phone to check. Her phone shows that she is sharing her location and she nods. “Yep, the other girls and you can see it. We aren’t planning on staying out too late, so I should be back by one at the latest,” she informs him. He sits up from the bed to watch her leave, “Sounds good, Angel. I love you.” She returns his sentiment and goes out the door.

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Rule Number Seven is one of Y/N’s least favourite rules because Rafe never lets her return the favour. Rule Number Seven: Let me serve you, Angel. It’s a sweet gesture, but Y/N also wants to help pay for dates or hold his bags when he buys things. By now, she’s realized that acts of service are one of Rafe’s main love languages and he always wants to show her his love, so she has gotten used to letting him do his thing. She also learnt that he likes to receive physical touch and that’s how she tries to make it up to him.

“Hey, I’m going to order some pasta from Ronaldo’s. Do you want anything?” she asks, walking into his room and placing her clutch on his desk. She goes to take off her jacket, but he is quick to get off his bed and help her take it off. Her attempts to get into something more comfortable stop because she knows what comes after. He kneels on the ground and unbuckles her heels. His mouth finds its place on her inner calf as he pulls off her left shoe. He repeats the same ritual on her right foot. He is so focused on helping her get undressed that he forgot she asked him a question.

“Rafe, do you want something to eat?” she tries again. He looks up from putting her shoes away, “Yeah, can you get me the meat lovers pizza and some garlic bread, please? And we should get the guys some stuff too. Here, order it from my phone.” He hands her his phone as he stands up. She nods her head, taking it without a fight because she can see how tired he is. Extra cuddles for him tonight. She gives him the kiss she knows he has been waiting for since she got back and brings him over to the bed so they can tell each other about their day while they wait for the food.

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Even though it is twelve thirty in the morning. Most of the frat brothers are found around the dining room table, eating everything the couple ordered. Y/N finished her pasta a while ago and she had three garlic breads and five chicken wings already. But her stomach is still demanding more. Her eyes fall on Rafe’s pizza which he is still working through. She wants to ask for some, yet she feels self-conscious about asking for more when she’s already eaten so much. Rafe catches where her eyeline is and knows what is wrong. He leans closer to her, “Eight.” She looks at him in understanding and reaches over to take a slice of his pizza. The slice is gone almost as fast as it took her to grab it. “Are you satisfied?” he whispers to her again, pushing his last slice toward her. She shakes her head and gives him a kiss on the cheek, “I’m good, Rafe. Thank you.” Eat as much as she wants in front of him and don’t be embarrassed about it is Rule Number Eight.

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ponderingmoonlight · 7 months

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Hii can I request something with jealous Megumi and Gojo it can be spicy or fluffy as much as you wantt. Btw i adoreee your writting <333

I'm so glad you like my writing love, there you go <3 I don't know why I got so carried away by Gojo again, but I hope you still like it - let me know :)

How JJK men act when they're jealous

Pairing: Gojo x reader; Megumi x reader

Word Count: 3,2k (how lol)

Warnings: Gojo part escalated again and isn't that much about jealousy, language, mini mentions of intercourse

Gojo Satoru

„Urgh, this shit is so annoying. At least you’re looking hot next to me, Babe”, Satoru signs while casually placing an arm around your waist.

It really is annoying. The two of you were sent out in order to find a man who might have important information regarding three of Sukuna’s fingers. And there he stands, casually in a white suit while sipping on his glass of wine and talking to random women. But is this really the right way? After all, you smuggled into this extravagant event that seems to involve only the richest of the rich around Tokyo.

“We’ll never get to him by just standing here together”, you breathe out.

No, with all these women surrounding him, there’s absolutely no chance to start a conversation randomly. You pull up your black sleeves and look around. Damn, how pathetic these women are, roaming around as if they’re looking for meat. Some of them even tried to seduce Satoru, even though you’re standing right by his side. Well, you can’t blame them though. He’s looking absolutely delicious in his elegant black suit, probably the most eye-catching man they have ever seen.

“Maybe I need to join the fray too”, you suggest, eyes darted towards a random girl in a scandalous short dress who caresses the man’s chest.

“You? You don’t belong there, (y/n). I don’t want you near that disgusting old fart”, Gojo hisses through gritted teeth, his grip around your waist tightens.

“Too bad that’s kinda the job today. Listen, you are my boyfriend, but right now I need to seduce that man. You want to stop this madness too, right?”

Satoru signs audible, his jaw so tense that it might snap.

“But you look so good in that black dress babe”, Satoru mutters.

“And I do that just for you, okay? Just please, let me do my job darling.”

“I could rip out his fingers one by one until he tells me the truth, y’know”, he breathes against your ear.

You can’t help but let out a little giggle. It’s always like that. Satoru is so possessive over you that it’s making your life hard sometimes. As if he doesn’t know that he’s walking sex himself, as if your heart wouldn’t belong to only him.

“Come on, we both know you’d never do that. How do I look?”

You push your skin tight black dress up to make your cleavage look even better, fingers caressing the soft fabric so that it falls perfectly. Everything has to appear right. You want to get this mission over with as soon as possible.

“You’re always looking gorgeous”, he murmurs offended, bright blue orbs looking you up and down behind his sunglasses.

“Don’t make such a face, I’ll be back as soon as I have what we want. Maybe roam around in the meantime and look for sweets?”, you suggest kindly.

“You’re the only candy I want, babe.”

His words alone send goosebumps down your spine. God, this man will be your death, you just know it. But for now, you need to straighten your back, stick out your chest and swing your hips on your way to the old man who is the key to Sukuna’s disgusting fingers.

“I’ll be back in a minute”, you hush and get going.

It isn’t hard for you to catch his attention. To be exact, the second he lays his eyes on your delicious curves covered by an elegant black gown all the women around you seem to be gone. His gaze almost eats you up alive. God, how sickening. You want nothing more than a hot bath with Satoru with some Netflix and chill. But this has to wait.

“I have to admit, this is a very nice party”, you purr while showing him your most seductive red-lipped smile.

“Nice to hear coming from a woman that wasn’t even invited”, he remarks, a playful grin creeping up his old face.

“What a woman doesn’t do to put on a dress and act like a princess for an evening.”

You can see the way his eyes darken at the sound of your oh so sweet voice. Wow, if you weren’t a jujutsu-sorcerer you would definitely have become an actress.

Satoru can hear every word you sing-sang at that old fart in front of you, he can sense the way he’s longing to touch your delicate features. God, how much he would love to storm over, slap him away from you and get home. But he shouldn’t. He knows he can’t do that. You insisted on him staying in the background, you want to do this on your own-

“A woman like you doesn’t have to pretend to be a princess. You look like a queen, darling.”

Darling. Did he just call you by your nickname? His skin begins to tingle in hot anger, eyes piercing through the man hazardously. No one is allowed to call you darling expect him. No. one. Who does he think he is? Just because he has a shit ton of money.

“Then I’m a good fit for you. There’s actually something you could do for me, I want something you have”, you continue, your voice intoxicating Gojo’s thoughts.

You never talked like that to a man apart from him. That old fart doesn’t deserve the attention you give him, he doesn’t deserve that you even look his way. You should lay in Satoru’s arms light now, his hands gently stroking your hair while he admires how gorgeous you look.

“If you want something I have, you will have to give me something in exchange I fear.”

You knew this would happen. Looking good and flirting isn’t enough for men like him. In fact, you can tell by a glimpse into his old eyes what he wants. He desires to be alone with you, in a distant room far away from the crowds. The thought alone makes your gut twist in disgust. God, if he touches your body you might throw up. Do you really have to do this? Is this the only way to get a hold of Sukuna’s fingers before the enemy finds them? Fuck, what are you supposed to do?

“What do you have in mind?”, you hum, voice not giving any hint of your thoughts.

He lets out a deep chuckle, hands gliding in your direction.

“I say we’ll discuss this matter more privately, what do you think?” he murmurs.

This mission is very important, everyone at Jujutsu High made that very clear. That’s why they sent you along with Gojo. You’ve never screwed up a mission, always keen to do your very best at stopping the madness of curses. You never fail, you never miss. Even if it means you have to make sacrifices. Even if it means that you have to sell yourself for some stupid information…

Your gaze wanders to your gorgeous boyfriend, his jaw so tense that it could snap any minute, both hands balled into fists. How much he hates to see you like that, on your way to a place where he can’t follow. But you just have to do this. He needs to understand that. Hopefully he does…

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

He elegantly extends his shriveled hand to you and leads you across the huge hall into a stairwell, away from the crowds and the reassuring eyes of Gojo. You are now on your own with that stranger in a room with a queen-size bed in the middle of his.

“Finally some privacy.”

The man places himself between you and the door, his eyes roaming over you as if you’re his prey. Fuck, you feel like fainting, screaming and crying at the same time. Over and over you tell yourself that this is your job, that you have to make sacrifices just like everyone else, that you don’t need to have a bad conscience. But as soon as your mind wanders to your boyfriend you aren’t so sure about all of that anymore.

“There is no need to rush though, you don’t even know what I want to talk about.”

Your voice is solid and confident, but you can definitely feel your knees going weak. Panic flickers through your mind as he locks the door with a swift motion.

“I don’t need to know what you want. You need to pay first before you receive any information from me”, he remarks, voice cold as eyes.

“And now come here and open my belt for me, will you?

You feel like crying, all of your confidence is washed away in the matter of seconds. You thought you are able to take it all if it means to complete your mission, that it doesn’t bother you to touch another man apart from Satoru in exchange for Sukuna’s fingers. But you can’t. The thought of his hands on your body sends shivers down your spine – not in the good way.

“I’m not here for sexual interaction.”

“Sure, that’s why you shove up your tits and swing your hips like that. Don’t be so prudish, I’ll give you what you want after you gave me what I want.”

You want to get out, as far away from his approaching figure and back into Satoru’s arms. But the only way out is locked. Fuck, what the hell did you get yourself into? Satoru…You will certainly not look at him the same after this. Never in your life you should have allowed that to happen. No mission in the world is worth losing your pride over it, your power over your own body. Screw Sukuna’s fingers, sooner or later Satoru will find them anyway. This was a bad idea right from the start.

“Are you finally coming here or do I have to force you?”

Your face goes pale in an instant, body too shocked to move an inch. The look in his eyes tells you that he’s not playing around. This man doesn’t give a fuck about whenever you want him or not. Fuck, you are an extraordinary jujutsu-sorcerer, your powers surpass him in every aspect. Why the hell is all you can do to stare at him with your doe eyes? Why don’t you fight back as soon as his hands burn against your bare skin? Why aren’t you screaming Satoru’s name?

“Get your dirty hands off my girlfriend.”

The split of a second is enough for Satoru to force himself into the room, bright blue orbs gleaming in thick anger.

“Get the fuck out, young man. Do I have to call security? You can have her when I’m done”, he old fart hisses into his face.

“I’m really trying to be a good person, but you are testing my patience, old man. I’ll say it one last time: Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her.”

Tears of shock, despair and relief begin to cloud your eyes while his grip around your shoulder tightens.

“Fine. I won’t hold back then.”

A little motion of Satoru’s pinky finger is enough to blast the man away from you. His figure slams against the wall, head instantly covered in crimson while Satoru rushes to your side.

“If you ever dare to touch my woman again I’ll kill you. Got it?”

“Come on, fuck that information. Let’s get you out of here”, he gently mumbles against your ear.

Gently, he wraps his arm around your trembling shoulders and escorts you out of the enormous building into the comforting darkness of the night.

“I can’t believe I let this happen”, he snorts out, face completely twisted in fury.

Fuck the upper ranks and their senseless missions. You are his girlfriend, god damn. How could he let another man touch you, let alone be alone with you? The thought of this old fart and his dirty hands against your soft skin make his blood boil all over again. You belong to him only.

“It’s not your fault, Satoru. I thought I have to so this, that I’m a jujutsu sorcerer and the mission is always the most important. But…I can’t let another man apart from you touch me like that. It’s just not possible. You are the only one I want and need”, you blurt out, hot tears streaming down your face and ruining your perfect makeup.

God, how much he hates to see you like that. All of that for some fucking fingers? This has to be a joke. He is the strongest, if he can’t find them then who else can? Why do you have to feel miserable about something like that?

“And I promise you that I will never let another man touch you like this again. You are my girlfriend, my everything. (y/n) I-“

Desperately, he cups your face with his hands, forehead pressed against his. You close your eyes, take in this bittersweet moment. Satoru, the man you love more than the entire earth saved you again.

“I love you more than anything else. The thought of him being alone with you in this room killed me, I just couldn’t stand it. This will never happen again. You are my darling and mine alone, you hear?”

“I just wanna be yours, Satoru”, you breathe against his lips before he grabs your shoulders and kisses you so passionately that you feel like flying.

God, how much you loved this man. And moments like this make it very clear to you that he loves you too. Satoru Gojo would rather get into trouble with the elders than seeing you in the arms of another man.

“You are, darling. Let’s get home, shall we? Then I’m gonna show you how much I really love you…”

Megumi Fushiguro

He knows it’s absolutely dumb and ridiculous. You’ve been his girlfriend since three years, always by his side, not even the slightest interested in other boys. He just knows that you love him dearly, with all your heart. But why on earth does it hurt so bad to see you talking to this unfamiliar jujutsu-sorcerer? Why does it bother him so much to see him smile down at you and even worse, to witness you laugh at his completely senseless joke?

“Megumi, come here!”, you shout over your shoulder, smile as wide as ever.

He grumbles into himself. Megumi would rather die than to talk to this guy whose eyes are all over you and your gorgeous features. Who is this anyway? He never saw him around Jujutsu High, let alone on missions. So he can’t be that strong right? Surely, he isn’t any better than Megumi himself…Right?

“Don’t be shy! Come on!”

Your hand grips his arms tightly and shoves him into the direction of the stranger. Normally he adores the way you cling onto him – not today though, not in this situation when you force him to confront the guy who’s obviously flirting with you.

“Let me introduce you to my longtime friend Botan! Botan, this is my boyfriend Megumi!”, you introduce him with a proud grin.

Even Megumi escapes a little smile. Good, you called him boyfriend in front of this jerk. Then he should know where his place is.

“Your boyfriend? Are you sure about that?”, the unknown face replies, voice dripping in sarcasm while looking Megumi up and down.

“Come on Botan, stop the crap”, you giggle.

Megumi isn’t amused at all. In fact, he is absolutely furious. One look into this jerks eyes is enough to know that this statement wasn’t a dumb joke. Botan wants you, his girlfriend, his entire world.

“Yeah, stop the crap and get the fuck away before I make you.”

Your heart sinks into your chest, smile dropping immediately. One glance into Megumi’s face and the way the vein on his forehead pulsates is enough to understand that he is fueled with rage. And that almost never happens.

“You against me? I don’t want to beat you up in front of your ‘girlfriend’. Or wait, maybe she needs to see how I beat your ass to understand that I’m the better catch. You don’t deserve (y/n)”, Botan hisses back.

“Botan”, you breathe out outraged.

“Megumi has been my boyfriend for years! I love him dearly! Never in my life would I want to exchange him!”

“Look at him (y/n)! What does he give you, huh? He isn’t strong, he isn’t that handsome and from what I’ve heard he’s stone cold and introverted, you’re nothing like him! I’ve known you for more than ten years, when will you finally understand that I have exactly what you need?”

You are entirely lost at words, it seems like the world around you is collapsing. Of course you’ve been aware of his side-crush this whole time, after all he never made a secret out of it. But to hear it out of his mouth and even worse in front of your beloved boyfriend is terrible. Terrible and wrong.

Megumi shifts his weight besides you, figure now standing dangerously close to Botan’s. Your eyes widen in pure horror, terrified of what might happen next. You know all too well that your boyfriend is very good at making reasoned decisions – never hot-headed, never too hasty, never exaggerated. But the look in his cold blue eyes tells you otherwise. It seems like he’s only seconds away from completely losing it. The usual calm and collected Megumi you know suddenly seems so hot-headed.

“If that’s true, why is (y/n) my girlfriend since three years and I’ve never heard a single word about you? Do yourself a favor and leave us alone, especially (y/n). She is my girlfriend and will always be. A jerk like you won’t change that.”

He casually wraps his arm around your waist while still holding eye contact with Botan, who looks back and forth between the two of you.

“I love him, Botan. And that won’t change. We’ll never be a thing”, you clarify with soft voice.

“And now stop looking at her, we have a mission anyway. See you never.”

With that, Megumi turns on his heels, your frame in his tight grip, and leaves Botan standing in the dust.

“You are mine”, he hisses.

“Only yours.”

“Who does he think he is to take you away from me, huh?”, Megumi blurts out.

“Absolutely ridiculous.”

“(y/n).”

He grips your face and forces you to look at him. God, he looks so perfect, so turbulent, so…hot.

Instead of any other words, he simply presses his lips against yours. Your tongues intertwine with each other, you aren’t even able to catch a breath between the way he longingly gets lost in your mouth.

“I love you”, he mumbles against your lips.

You feel like drowning and flying at the same time, mind completely occupied by the hot-headed Megumi that seems to kiss you to death.

“I love you too, Megumi. More than anything else”, you whisper, hands gripping onto his biceps for dear life.

“More than him”, he speaks out, gaze now locked with yours as if he’s searching for the answer in your glossy orbs.

“A thousand times more than him”, you confirm.

“Good.”

And again, his needy lips crash against yours, remember you with every bite, every kiss and every hushed word that you are his.

Only his.

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gogobootz1 · 1 year

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Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Eddie Roundtree x Reader

Summary: Stress is starting to interfere with your sleep schedule. But a late-night encounter with a fellow member of The Six might just help you out.

A/N: It really bothers me that the show changed his last name, but I love this man so here you go

Word Count: 1k

The one thing you really couldn’t find yourself getting used to in LA was the heat. Dry, stifling, and never-ending, it made you miserable. After spending nearly your whole life in cold, dreary Pittsburgh, you were more than struggling to make the adjustment.

The cheap ass house Billy had rented didn’t help things, either. Among its flaws, the lack of air conditioning is at the top of your list. And it’s why you can’t seem to stop tossing and turning. No matter which limbs you stick out from under your blankets, it’s not enough to cool you down. The windows you opened two hours ago aren’t helping either. Growing tired of trying to sleep, you throw the covers off of yourself and sit up.

At the very least, some water should be able to help.

You huff and make your way downstairs, paying no mind to the time. Grabbing a glass from the kitchen cabinet, you let the door swing shut. Once you’ve sipped on your tap water for a bit, you decide a snack might help too.

Still holding your cup in one hand, you start rummaging through the fridge with the other.

Leftovers were clearly out. As delicious as Camila’s lasagna was two nights ago, you didn’t want to bother heating anything up. Not to mention that Warren would probably want it for breakfast. Billy specifically said that the apples he bought were off-limits, but you aren’t necessarily opposed to pissing him off. You are, however, concerned about his taste. He probably got red delicious or Jonathan or something equally as gross, so you can't have that. Finally, you strike gold. The deli drawer. At least one Dunne brother has your back. Graham made a B-line for the deli counter on your grocery trip the other day.

You snag two slices of cheese out of the packet and start eating them while looking to see if the fridge has anything else to offer.

"Are you eating deli meat straight from the fridge at 2 AM?"

You whip around to find Eddie staring at you expectantly. For a second, you're like a deer in headlights. Caught red-handed, standing by the evidence. You swallow the final bite of cheese you were working on.

"No."

He makes a face that tells you he is not at all buying it.

"It was cheese," you mumble. Quietly, you continue, "why are you in here anyway, Edward?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe to see who was making all that noise?" He shrugs angrily. For the first time, you take note of his pajamas. The blue and green plaid really compliments the white Rolling Stones shirt he's got on. His hair's all tussled, probably because he was just sleeping.

"Shit, I woke you up, didn't I?" You whisper, internally kicking yourself. The fridge closes behind you as you take a seat at the kitchen table. You rest your head in your hands. "I'm really sorry, Eddie."

The sincerity in your voice takes him off guard. Typically your relationship is characterized by bickering and teasing and sticking your tongues out at each other like when you were little. This is a rare moment of vulnerability for you.

Eddie takes the seat across from you at the table. "What are you doing up in the first place?" He asks gently.

"I'm too hot," you complain.

"Sure are," he nods, and you kick him. "OW! Jesus, I was joking."

You sigh again, guiltily, "sorry."

"Cranky much," he rubs at his knee, "did you get any sleep at all?"

"No," you say miserably.

"Wait, are you serious?" Eddie asks, and you nod. "We were in the studio all day, and you stayed late to record the extra trombone part. Aren't you exhausted?" You nod once again. He lets out a sigh, "what's keeping you up then?"

"I already told you, Billy needs to fix the damn air conditioning," you grumble.

"And that's all?" Eddie sounds skeptical.

You sigh, "I don't know. It's just- a lot." He gives an encouraging nod, and you continue, "we're not in Pittsburgh anymore, and everything's new and different, and this is our shot, and if I blow it-"

"Woah there," Eddie stops you. "First of all, if anyone blows it, it'll be Graham for spilling something on someone important." That pulls a laugh out of you, and he smiles. "And I know things are different, but it's exciting too. If you ever feel homesick, though, we'll just drive around until we find someplace that reminds us of Eat'n Park. Okay?"

You nod softly at his words, and he stands up. You send him a questioning look.

"Come on," he says, "you've gotta get some sleep."

"Eddie, I've tried," you insist. He rolls his eyes at you.

"Then at least come sit on the couch," he pleads. You reluctantly follow him into the living room and plop yourself down on the sofa. "Close your eyes too. If they get any more bloodshot, people will think we're high all the time."

"Aren't we?" You ask, throwing your arm over your face. You don't see him shake his head at you while he grabs his guitar.

"Since you woke me up, you get to hear what I've been working on," Eddie says. He pushes your legs over so that he has room to sit.

"Lucky me," your voice drips with sarcasm. Eddie flicks your leg, and you flinch away. "Hey!"

"Watch it, sleeping beauty," he says.

"Or what?" You taunt.

"I'll tell Billy you broke the garbage disposal," he smirks. You bolt upright at his words.

"You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?"

"How was I supposed to know I had to turn the water to use it?!"

Eddie stares at you, unimpressed.

"Never mind, Mozart, play on," you nod at him. Eddie starts strumming the guitar, and you sigh, laying back down.

The melody is slow and sweet, mesmerizing too. Your intentions of listening closely to offer feedback quickly slip out the window. Especially when he starts humming along. You don't even feel yourself starting to drift off. Your acute awareness of the temperature in the house, your dry mouth, or any residual hunger that haunted you earlier slips away.

Eddie goes on playing for a bit before he looks to you for your thoughts on it. When he finds you fast asleep, he sighs, "that good, huh?" He shakes his head with a smile on his face. Eddie stands and hangs the guitar back on the wall, retiring to his own room. He'll make you listen to it again in the morning.

#eddie roundtree x reader #daisy jones fanfic #daisy jones and the six #eddie loving #eddie loving x reader

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Hello! May I request a Thomas Hewitt x reader? His S/O is pretty much harmless and hides away when there are new "visitors" around so as not to hinder his work, but there comes a time when one of the victims is being pretty stubborn to the point that they are hurting Thomas badly. His S/O grabs anything they can use as a weapon and accidentally kills them but their first reaction after they stop moving is checking if Thomas is okay? Sorry if it's too long and thank you!

Hello darling! Thank you a lot for this request, I was really happy to write for my big baby (who also deserves to be protected and loved) <3 Hope you'll enjoy this! Btw this is a g/n reader without any kind of description (Mama just calls you "sweet pea" once + it is implies that Thomas is bigger than you).

NO ONE HURT MY HUSBAND

Warnings: one or two strong words, Tommy is injured (nothing too bad), mentions of murders and cannibalism, blood.

When you woke up this morning, you felt like something wrong was going to happen. Sometimes your instinct was warning you, and you would be a little bit nauseous and uneasy. You knew it was about your husband, you could swear he was going to get hurt today, and the thought was only making you sicker. You needed your Thomas to be well and happy. He was all that mattered in your life. That was why, this morning, you needed to stay in bed with your husband and cuddle with him; at least you were both safe there. You even coax him with tender kisses for him to stay a little bit longer by your side. Even though Hoyt was calling for him, your gentle giant was too in love with you to hear the man screaming his name. His arms were tightly wrapped around your body as you cuddled him and murmured sweet nothings against his lips. His eyes were bright with happiness as he softly worshipped you with caresses and kisses of his own. He seemed very relaxed then and you were certain you could have convinced him to stay there all day if Mama hadn’t knocked at your door. You had pouted when Thomas got up and he gave you an apologetic glance. He didn’t like to not be able to give you what you wanted. And he didn’t like the idea you wouldn’t be able to spend more time with him until the end of his day of work.

Hoyt heard there was a festival not so far away from here, and it was certain Thomas and he would be busy with visitors. And despite your love for Thomas and his family, you hated the killing. It meant you prefered to hide away in your shared bedroom than meeting one of your soon to be meals. You didn’t mind eating people, it was more the whole killing process that was bothering you. You didn’t like screams and fights. You were of a peaceful nature and it was probably why your presence was so soothing and so calming for Thomas. You were trying to tell yourself that, at least, the family would have enough to eat for a while and the meat factory would be more productive. You still didn’t like it and you just wanted your husband to cuddle and make love with you. You were quite a simple creature and that was why the family loved you as well, even though you were useless with the killings.

You helped Luda Mae with the house today, until you heard the voices of young people trying to negotiate with Hoyt. They were terrified and one of them was already bleeding a lot from what you could see from the kitchen window. They were three, but Thomas wasn’t around and you imagined he was dealing with more tourists. You didn’t like it at all, and you felt even more sicker than a few hours ago. You sent a pleading look to Mama who reassuringly smiled at you.

“Of course, sweet pea, go hide away. Thomas would go crazy if anything happened to you anyways, so it’s better that way” she said. You leaned to kiss her cheek, grateful she was being so good to you, before rushing upstairs.

You locked the door behind you and you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You tried to find something to do, in order to relax, but you couldn’t without Thomas by your side. You decided that a shower could do you some good and you got one. After it, you put on a shirt belonging to your husband and his scent washed over you. It brought you some much needed comfort. You cuddled in bed and closed your eyes. You silently prayed to God to protect your family. You weren’t certain God would protect people like you, but you thought it couldn’t do any harm to pray anyways.

You eventually fell asleep and when you cracked an eye open it was already late in the afternoon. You slowly got up from the bed, your head and eyes still heavy from sleep. You heard a soft knock at the door and you thought it might be what woke you up. You opened the door to find your husband standing in the doorway. He gave you a worried look and you reassured him with a smile.

“I’m fine, baby, just had a nap. You can go back to work” you told him. It was usual for him to go check on you to make sure you were fine. He was too scared to lose you because he wouldn’t have taken enough care of you. And in his eyes, you deserved the world.

He watched you for a little while before nodding. He leaned to press a soft kiss to your pretty mouth. You smiled even more against his lips before gently pushing him away.

“Be careful and come back to me as soon as you can, okay?” you asked and he nodded again. He stole another kiss from you, like the greedy puppy he truly was, before turning around. You watched him disappear and you tried to relax. You were happy he was alright, and you thought that maybe your instinct worried you for nothing this morning.

You decided to tidy up your shared bedroom as Thomas and you were sometimes too thrown away in your passion to realise some chores needed to be done. You always found clothes laying on the ground, but when you needed to feel each other's bodies, you discarded your clothing without any care. You were needy with him and he loved it very much.

You found some stuff to do around the bedroom and bathroom for a little while until you heard screams coming from the back garden. You felt your heart sink and you walked to the window in order to close the curtains. You didn’t want to see a tourist getting killed by your husband. You loved Thomas, but his strength could be scary, even for you.

However, you weren’t ready for what you saw. You stopped moving when you noticed the tourist taking a knife and plunging it into Thomas’ side. Your eyes widened as you heard soft sounds of pain coming from your husband. Your blood ran cold and before you could even think about it, you were out of your shared bedroom. You ran downstairs, didn’t hear Mama calling for you with worry, and you simply grabbed a knife as you passed by her. You continued to run until you arrived in the garden. Thomas was on the ground, fighting the man off of him, but the pain wasn’t helping. The tourist was so full of adrenaline and of despair that he was being quite strong. He was about to strike another time when you jumped on him. He yelped in surprise and pain as you tackled him to the ground and started to punch him in the face. You were unable to think or to realise what you were doing. All you knew was that you needed to keep your love safe. You couldn’t let anything happen to him. The man pushed you and you fell from him. He was about to hurt you when you took the knife from your belt and hit him with it. You removed the knife without thinking and the man started to bleed a lot. He screamed like a slaughtered pig and you kicked him in the head.

The man was dead before you knew it. You didn’t even understand it. You were just happy he wasn’t screaming anymore and that he wasn’t trying to hurt Thomas anymore either. You were covered in his blood as you rushed to your lover’s side. He was a little bit groggy and wasn’t certain what just happened. You started to fuss around him to make sure he was alright, but he was bleeding too much, especially for your liking. At least, it was only one wound and Thomas was a strength of nature, so he would be all good in no time. At least you hoped, otherwise you would lose your sanity. But meanwhile, you needed to take care of him. You ripped your shirt so you could press it against his wound. You begged him to stay awake.

Hoyt ran to you after Luda Mae told him something must have happened. He was cursing when he saw the two of you. He didn’t show any emotions as he looked at the scene in front of him, quickly understanding what happened. He finally started to give the two of you rough orders and soon you were helping Hoyt with Thomas. Your gentle giant was trying his best to walk so his size and height wouldn’t hurt you or be too much, but you didn’t care. He finally reached the kitchen, that way Mama and you could take care of him. You sat him and gave him some water with painkillers.

“So you’re a killer now” Hoyt commented as he arched an eyebrow at you.

“What?” you asked, because you didn’t think the man was dead, even less that you killed him.

Thomas groaned before Hoyt could answer you and he sent him a threatening look. He didn’t want you to understand what happened. He was grateful you had saved him - even though it felt like a failure because it was his job to protect you. But at the same time, he wasn’t sure you would be able to handle the truth, especially after all the emotions you already went through. You looked up to give a glance at Hoyt but the man had left before Thomas could jump on him. You looked back at your husband but before you could say anything Luda Mae asked you for more bandages. She was aware her son wanted to protect you from the truth a little longer, and she was glad to help.

You quickly got up and you found what you needed. You stopped by the living room window and saw that the tourist who attacked Thomas was still lying on the ground. He was silent too, which was surprising, but he might just be unconscious. You silently went back to Thomas and Mama and you finished taking care of him.

You both went back into your shared bedroom and you helped him to settle on the bed. He needed some rest. You sat next to him but he gently tugged on your arm for you to lay down beside him. He needed you close to him, as you were the only thing who could give him comfort. You obeyed and cuddled on his unharmed side and nuzzled into his neck.

“Don’t ever do that to me again” you whispered and he nodded. You looked back at him. “You promise, right? You don’t let anyone touch you ever again, okay? No more games, no matter what Hoyt wants. You just kill them as fast as you can. This can’t happen again.” you started to babble as you cupped Thomas’ face into your hands. “You know I love you, don’t you? You know that I need you to come back home to me everyday or I would go crazy. I would burn the whole world down for you” you told him with an intensity you never had before. You could tell Thomas was surprised as his eyes widened, before he started to blush and to be all flustered. You were giving him little butterflies in his stomach. He nodded again, with heart eyes. He would obey anything you would tell him, even more when it was because your love was so fierce for him. He hugged you against his chest before removing his mask. He started to pepper your face with soft kisses, to appease you but also to thank you for what you did today, and for loving him that much. He loved you too, more than anything. He wished he could give you another life, and to make it up to you, he was trying to be the best husband ever.

You suddenly realised you still had blood on you and you very softly moved from his embrace. He really didn’t like the loss of contact but you promised him it would be quick. You removed the t-shirt and you went into the bathroom to wash the blood you hadn’t removed before cleaning up Thomas earlier. You watched yourself in the mirror and you saw more blood on your face as well.

“Oh. I killed the man” you said to yourself in realisation, and you went back to Thomas. You watched him and he looked up at you with a frown.

“Does it change anything?” you asked him but he didn’t understand what you meant “I know you enjoyed the fact I wasn’t part of the killing… But I killed the man, right? I killed him” you repeated and you looked down. Thomas tried to sit up to reach for your hand but you stopped him before he could hurt himself. You sat beside him and he started to sign . You saved me.

“Yes but…”

You saved me.

You smiled at him before straddling him so you could have a better look at him. His hands were on your thighs now and he gently stroked your skin. “I would do anything for you” you told him and he smiled; he knew it.

It won’t happen again. Shouldn’t have happened. You shouldn’t have to protect me. I wouldn’t stand anything happening to you because of me.

“I don’t want this to ever happen again because I’ve never been so scared and concerned for you before, not because I shouldn’t protect you. I’m your partner, it’s also my job to take care of you.” you replied and you could tell Thomas wasn’t too happy about it. “You always protect me, it’s fine that I protected you for once” you added and Thomas tried to agree with that. “Plus, it would never be your fault if something happened to me.” you added but Thomas shook his head.

I’m your husband, he replied and you knew you couldn’t argue with his protectiveness so you didn’t say anything about it.

“At least Hoyt won’t ever bother me again about it”

I’d kill him otherwise.

“Aren’t you romantic now?” you gently teased him before leaning in to kiss him, as his hands started to roam your body like they had to when the two of you were in bed.

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breeofbree · 11 months

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You’re in my spot

Shikamaru x reader

Summary: reader finds someone in their favorite napping spot (Shikamaru fanfic because he’s one of my favorites? Yes please)

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself, I’m trying to nap here.” Shikamaru grumbles, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“You’re in my spot.” The stranger huffs, kicking the outer part of Shikamaru’s leg.

“Get lost, I was here first.” Shikamaru yawns.

“And you’re on my property.” The stranger giggles,” but if you’re insistent, at least scoot over.”

Shikamaru cracks an eyelid open, he didn’t notice he had walked off his own property but the girl was right. The Nara compound was almost half a mile away. He stretches and gets up to move as she pipes up,” you don’t have to leave. Just don’t disturb the wildlife.”

“Forget it.” Shikamaru huffs, starting to walk off and down to the road. She only shrugs before laying down in the ghostly warm spot that Shikamaru had given up.

“What a drag, to think I’d get some peace and quiet.” He mumbles.

“You’re telling me, it’s not everyday you find someone already napping where you wanted to. I offered to share, but your loss.” She calls out to him. Shikamaru stops in his tracks, turning back to the spot he was at,” you don’t snore do you?”

“How should I know? I can’t exactly watch myself when I sleep. Are you going to keep asking bothersome questions or are you going to lay down?” She grumbles back to him.

“I guess. Not like I have anywhere else to go.” Shikamaru rolls his eyes, plopping down in the plush moss. That was what made the spot perfect. This whole area was moss instead of prickly grass, it was almost a phenomenon compared to the dirt and grassy fields on the Nara compound, even the rest of the leaf village. The two spent hours in silence, napping on and off. Thankfully, she didn’t snore. But, the two were still complete strangers. She finally sits up and stretches out as the sun sinks lower in the sky.

“Great, I have to head home for dinner. You should probably go too, the bears are nocturnal.” The strange girl throws out over her shoulder.

“Bears?” Shikamaru asks.

“You are on Kuma compound land. Bears are pretty common here since we… work with them.” The sigh she lets off makes it seem like it’s a known fact.

“You’re an animal handler, Like the Inuzukas.” Shikamaru questions, finally intrigued.

“You’re half right. We can’t train bears like dogs, that’s just cruel. We have a contract with them. We offer them solace and safety on our land and in turn we inherit bear like qualities and can summon them in battle. It’s not that hard to grasp. What’s your name anyway?” She rambles on, deciding it was her turn to get a question in.

“Shikamaru.”

“Y/N. Now get off my property, I want to go eat.” Y/N smirks, showing it was at least half banter.

Y/N knew he was a Nara, she wasn’t stupid. It just threw her off with always being told the Nara’s had a genius kid, when the one she met seemed like a dunce. Maybe he had an older brother. As she watches his figure grow smaller Y/N decides to shout out,” you’re more than welcome to come back in daylight, just don’t show up after dark and don’t take my spot.”

The next day, he was there in the same spot. Only this time he had a basket full of random things.

“My dad made me bring this, just some useless stuff.” Shikamaru huffs, stretching his hand out to give her the basket. She looks down noticing berries and dried meat, as well as a few jars of what seemed to be ointments or some medical remedies.

“That’s crazy, my mom made me bring a basket to give to you instead of saying I had tell you to get the hell off the property.” Y/N chuckles, remembering how her mom was excited to hear a Nara had graced the compounds presence. The crazy woman filled the basket with acorns and apples as well as some preserved fruits and jellies she made. Then lastly a fancy scroll offering the Nara family to dinner and explaining the acorns and apples were for the deer. The two exchanged baskets, looking confused.

“I guess, do you want to feed a bear?” Y/N pipes up, reaching at the hide necklace around her neck and blowing at the trinket attached to make a sound. Three bears soon come lazily trudging from the tree line, already sniffing at the basket. Shikamaru could see the resemblance in laziness, maybe he should work with bears. Napping all day and eating whenever seemed like the perfect dream. One bear nudges him forward and crashing in towards Y/N, sending them both plummeting to the ground.

“Gure, stop pushing.” Y/N groans from underneath Shikamaru who winces himself.

“Your face is pink.” She points out, reaching a hand up to poke at Shikamaru’s cheek, causing his eyebrow to twitch and face flush hotter.

“That happens when all the blood rushes to my head, damnit.” Shikamaru quickly defends, rolling off to hide his face from reddening anymore.

“Anyways these are the triplets, Gure, Kuro, and Chairo. We work together.” Y/N explains nonchalantly while dropping a handful of berries in Shikamaru’s hand.

“You say that like you work an office job with them. It’s cool I guess.” Shikamaru yawns out while Kuro nuzzles in to him, knocking the poor guy down again before robbing the berries from his hand.

“You get used to that.” Y/N laughs laying down next to him and giving in to the pile of lazy bears for a mid morning nap.

“Well, You all look like you got in to some fermented fruit. And Y/N, what did I tell you about napping?” Y/N’s mom comes down the clearing laughing at the sight.

“I’m an adult now, and I don’t have another mission for three days. I can afford a nap.” Y/N reluctantly grumbles before getting knocked upside the head by the back of her mothers hand.

“If you’re an adult why don’t you find love and move out already?” Her mom recoils quickly back as Shikamaru rises from under Kuros giant paw. She blushes slightly,”I didn’t realize that’s what you were working on out here.”

Both Y/N and Shikamaru have to pick their jaws up from the forest floor from the off guard comment.

“Mom, disgusting. Take this basket and get out of here!” Y/N pushes the basket from the Nara’s to her mother and groans in embarrassment.

“Oh my, how thoughtful! A basket from the Nara clan. I can’t wait to rub this in Tsume’s face.” The older lady tilts her head back in laughter at the thought of the slim possibility seeing her favorite rival becoming jealous. It was common to have dinner with the Inuzuka’s, listening to the two mothers argue and try anything in their will to get any of the siblings together so the clans could finally unite. Kiba unfortunately was too much of a brotherly figure to Y/N, and Hana didn’t care much for Y/N’s brothers. Regardless, they still attempted. And it was annoying.

“I would apologize for her, but she’s not my responsibility.” Y/N mutters quietly to Shikamaru while standing and brushing off the stray pieces of moss from her hair. Shikamaru only shrugs, then crawls his way out of the mess of the still sleeping bears.

“Wait until you meet my mom, this is nothing.” Shikamaru groans as he gathers the basket to take home. Before leaving, he picks one last piece of moss from Y/N’s hair, letting his hand hover by the side of her face for maybe a moment too long as they both look at each other, refusing to blink.

The following days, it was the same routine.

Wake up, nap in the field, tend to the bear’s, eat dinner, train at dark, go to bed. Y/N couldn’t complain, but dinner with the Nara family before leaving on a mission loomed over her.

“This blows, why are we having dinner right before I leave?” Y/N groans, grabbing plates to set the table.

“It’s not like it’s any different than when we have dinner with the Inuzuka’s before a mission Y/N. You act like you actually like the boy.” She chuckles, grabbing the nice silverware. Y/N’s cheeks flush red as she becomes flustered,” stop trying to marry me off, you’re being nice to someone who trespassed on our property.”

“You remind me so much of your father.” Her mother groans, looking at the picture on the living room wall boasting a tall man sprawled over the same couch that still sits with four kids on top of him as he takes a nap without a care in the world,” lazy at home. Hated settling down. Always complaining… but still a stand up shinobi of the leaf.”

She pats Y/N’s head, messing up her freshly washed hair as the doorbell rings. Her eyes light up in realization as she whispers,” you even showered and put makeup on!”

Y/N groans as she opens the door, revealing Shikamaru and his own family. Shikamaru had even cleaned up a bit, tossing away his usual shirt for a dressier black one.

“These are for your family.” Shikaku grumbles out from behind, extended a bouquet of wildflowers as the two younger adults sigh.

“Charming… mom these are for you.” Y/N groans, passing the flowers to her excited mom,” go get your brothers it’s time to eat!”

“Hey, get down here and get some food before I possibly die on my mission.” She screams from the bottom of the stairs, unleashing three grown men tumbling down in a frenzy, only halting at the realization they have guests.

“Kyokuchi, Kawa, Mori, these are the Nara’s. Try to chew with your mouth closed, these people aren’t the Inuzuka’s”

“Figured that much out when ma busted out the fine china. These those fancy shadow people she always rambles about and your new boyfriend?” Mori chuckles out. Kawa is quick to slap him upside the head,” she’s an adult it’s called a potential suitor at this age, Mori. Can’t wait till you catch slack for bringing a girl home and Y/N gets to be an absolute asshole to you.”

“Language!” Their mom calls out in unison with the level headed of the triplets, Kyokuchi.

“Don’t chastise them on our account, swearing is shown to be beneficial in the traumatic life of a shinobi.” Shikaku sighs out, sitting at the table and unceremoniously taking his ratted deer skin shawl off to reveal a nice button down shirt.

“And you must be Yoshino. I’m Kuroi Kuma. It’s an honor for you to have dinner with us!” Y/N’s mom gushes, leading Yoshino to a chair before setting food on the table. The three brothers slide in next to each other leaving to seats next to each other for Shikamaru and Y/N. Shikaku glares at Shikamaru’s hand on the back of the seat before meeting his eyes,” such a gentleman I raised.”

“Yeah. Sure.” Shikamaru drones, pulling the chair out and motioning with his other hand towards a confused Y/N,” uhm, thanks?”

They awkwardly sit, blushing in the silence of everyone eating, save for the three rambunctious brothers gnawing loudly on their food. It was so quiet, it almost drove Y/N crazy listening to the old clock tick away,” I’m going to go eat on the back porch, it’s pretty stuffy in here.”

“Y/N, we have guests. Why don’t you tell us a little about your mission tonight?” Kuroi seethes out, motioning a threatening finger downwards. Y/N drops her plate back down and begrudgingly slams back in to her chair,” it’s a lousy mission. We’re just being sent as support to help track a rouge that’s trying to reinstate the Akatsuki.”

“That’s some dangerous stuff. Good thing Shikamaru is going as well.” Shikaku chuckles out with a sideways smile, egging on the mass humiliation of the two.

“It’s a drag is what it is. Some idiot thinks anyone other than Naruto is strong enough to reinstate an organization that leveled villages. No one is strong enough in these days.” Shikamaru groans, shoveling a spoonful of food in his mouth and talking.

“We said the same during previous wars. Someone in the academy will be stronger than you all one day. Surpass you with flying colors even. New Jutsus are invented everyday, Shikamaru. I figured you were smart enough to put that together.” Shikaku shoots back.

“It is pretty stuffy in here, I think I’ll join Y/N outside where there isn’t any nagging.” Shikamaru says in finality. He looks over to Y/N, waiting to be ushered to the porch. Her realization sets in, quickly jumping to the door with her plate as her mother calls out,” don’t forget to bring your plates in!”

“I’m sorry about them.” They both say as the door shuts.

“No I-“

“Oh sorry you g-“

“Ah, damnit.” Y/N mutters out as they both stumble over each others words.

“I guess it’s a universal parent thing to embarrass us.” Shikamaru finally smiles, taking a stewed miniature potato between his teeth as they sit across each other on the porch. Y/N smiles back, continuing to eat as they turn their attention to the moss covered land that stretches on. She can’t help but laugh,” I think it’s stupid really.”

“What is?” Shikamaru asks in confusion.

“Can I be honest for a minute? My mom thinks she can rope me in to these dinners to set me up with a man or try to tie in to another family. I think love is stupid. Why should I have to depend on another person?” She babbles out, dropping her fork and lounging on her forearms to soak in the high sun.

“Tell me about it. Look how vulnerable it’s made my parents. My dad would die for the woman without blinking an eye.” Shikamaru sighs, following suit in the same position as Y/N.

She lays fully back, smacking her head lightly against the rough wood beneath them,” at least someone finally gets it. Now convince my mother.”

Shikamaru lays on his side to look at her,” only if you convince mine first.”

They both laugh, and Shikamaru watched as she bared sharp canine teeth, how the sun bounced off her eyelashes and down to her irises. How her hair glistened. He became silent, realizing what his mind had just processed, she was a decent looking woman. They could have two kids, first a girl. Than a boy. He’d retire after their daughter was married and their son successful, and spend the rest of his days playing shogi or go before dying of old age before her. He quickly sits up, snatching his plate,” I’m going to go take care of this. I’ll take yours too.”

“Good luck, my moms going to pressure you in to a slice of her triple berry pie and talk your ear off for half an hour.” She fires back, curling in on herself to try for a quick nap. Shikamaru smiles, slipping back inside, and immediately bombarded by the two mothers,” I seen the spark Kuroi.”

“I seen it, I seen it Yoshino!” Kuroi fans out as they clutch each others hands, already showing a close bond.

“You two stop staring at them through the door like it’s a soap opera and leave them be.” Shikaku grumbles from the table, slicing a piece of pie before continuing,” now go share a slice of pie with her and get out of here before they start rattling off baby names.”

“You’re feeding in to this nonsense too?” Shikamaru asks defeatedly, grabbing the single slice of pie. Shikaku only smirks,” I’m thinking Shikainu.”

Shikamaru scoffs, leaving the possibly intoxicated parents, and quickly handing Y/N the slice of pie,” here. You can have it.”

“You should try a bite first if you aren’t having a slice to yourself. It is pretty good.” She confusedly suggests, sliding the plate back to him. He slides it back, causing a chess match with the small plate of pie before Y/N forcefully grabs the fork and his shirt collar,” one bite damnit!”

His mouth clamps against the fork harshly, quickly becoming intoxicated with the sweet taste against his mouth and the questionable sensation of her forcefully feeding him. His face once again reddens before turning away,” it’s alright I guess.”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re allergic to berries, your face is going red again.” She says dumbfounded.

“It’s not the damn berries. It’s just hot out here.” He defends trying his best to look away.

“…you’re blushing?” She asks, sitting against her knees in front of him,” you fell in to their trap!”

“You just looked kind of pretty, I’m not in love with your or anything so calm down.” He quickly utters out, glancing quickly at her own blushing face.

“Why are you blushing? Did you fall in to their trap?” He shoots back, smirking at the small win. She turns away, trying to cross her arms but falls quickly over on top of him. She gasps at the closeness before scrambling backwards,” absolutely not! Are you crazy?”

“You’re the one throwing yourself at me, Y/N. And you said love was stupid.” He eggs her on, somewhat enjoying he caught her unable to hide her feelings as he keeps hold of her arms to prevent her from climbing away.

“It was-is! Let go of me before our parents get the wrong idea, damnit!” Y/N yells out, tugging against his grip. Shikamaru bravely leans closer,” or we could get them off our backs and pretend.”

“Pretend? How do you pretend to love someone?” Y/N shrieks out in a whisper, finally meeting his gaze and realizing how close he had leaned in,” like this.”

Shikamaru leans in, connecting their lips for a brief moment before mumbling against hers,” you don’t have to like it. But this should get them off our backs. They were starting to discuss baby names in there and I like my freedo-“

He’s cut off by Y/N reconnecting their lips and her hands sliding down to grasp his.

“At least make it convincing since this was your bright idea.” She grumbles between his lips. He kisses back, not for show, but for his own guilty pleasure. It felt kind of nice. Plus the scene of future memories flashes across his mind every time her lips touched his. A life he wanted, a life he maybe even craved. She pulls away,” we can stop now, they walked away from the door.”

“Or we could keep doing this.” He offers coyly, smirking dumbly towards her.

“You’re losing oxygen and brain cells.” She scoffs, placing another quick kiss against his lips regardless.

“You aren’t saying no.” Shikamaru points out.

“Love is stupid because it makes you stupid. But I guess if I have to go stupid for anyone… I could always settle with you.” She fires back, laying fully down against his side as he huffs a silent laugh,” I’m not dying for you though.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to, but we should get ready for our mission.” Y/N croaks out between a yawn.

“What a drag. I forgot all about it.” He sighs.

“I told you, you lost too much oxygen.” She giggles back.

“Give me some motivation and I’ll make sure you live through this mission.” He smugly offers. She punches his shoulder,” not killing you should be motivation enough.”

He looks down to her toothy smile and threatening eyes in horror,” you got me there.”

She wraps an arm around his neck, placing one last kiss on his lips and sighing,” but that’s for making sure I live.”

“And one more to make sure you don’t get hurt?”

“Don’t push your luck, I can handle getting hurt.”

“Got it, I’ll see you in an hour.”

The Nara’s favored stronger women. Ones that could defend themselves. Ones that could become leaders on their own. And Shikamaru fell in to the fickle trap clueless men before him called love. It was a drag, but less of a drag than facing future events alone. Maybe it wasn’t such a drag after all…

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favorjtecrime · 2 years

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vance hopper x yamada!reader

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Soft blue orbs stared back into your (e/c) eyes. He knelt down in front of you with bloody knuckles and sweat that seemed to glisten in the moonlight. You tried sitting up, but the moment you attempted to move, pain shot through your body which suggested for you to stay down. “don’t move idiot, obviously it’s going to hurt” Vance said while watching you lay back down with your head facing the sky. It hurt to even move your face from the amount of punches you had took but you were able to get out a pained ‘thank you’ while he scoffed. “take this” he took off his iconic jean vest that he wore everywhere and layed it over your beaten body. It didn't warm you up as much as you hoped it would, but the thought counted. “I need to go home” you sat up, still in pain but going slow not to cause too much struggle. “Can you help me get up?” Vance stared at you with an angry stare after your question “are you stupid? There's no way you can walk three blocks down in your condition.” You were a bit surprised by his sudden protectiveness. Vance and you havent spoke in months, you two were the same age and had been in the same class together for years. You knew how he looked in first grade with his two front teeth fallen out and you remembered buying slurpee’s with him in your freshman year when your date had suddenly abandoned you at the grab-n-go which left you sobbing next to the pinball machine. But despite your many encounters, the two of you weren't close, Vance was a rogue. He was always in some sort of trouble with the law and had a reputation that warned everyone in America to stay away from him while you were one of the town’s golden girls, a dream girl who excelled in cheer and held a high popularity status. The only thing that truly connected you two was the past summer. Bruce, Amy and your parents had driven out of town to stay at a family friend’s house for a few weeks while you stayed in town because you were working and weren't exactly itching to go. But when you stayed home, the house felt off. The living room that normally had the overlapping of Amy with her dolls and your fathers baseball games that always got him riled up and screaming, was now quiet. You couldn't even sleep in your room either, you were used to falling asleep to Bruce’s loud radio that blasted through the thin walls that separated your rooms, but now the dead silence only makes you stay up longer than sleep faster. It would take you hours to sleep which really made you regret not asking for at least one week off of work to go on the trip with the rest of your family. Being at home alone gave you a sense of newfound dread, which is how you found yourself on a park bench at 4 am eating a slim jim you had found hidden away in Bruce’s desk. You sat in silence while taking small bites of the meat stick before hearing fast footsteps. Your head moved to see who the stranger was, and that's when you saw Vance hopper. He had a bloody nose and seemed to be beaten up more than usual, especially considering he was normally the fighter and not the runner. He stopped for a second before huffing and turning his head to meet your eyes. “Oh, hey..” you said, feeling awkward that you were caught staring at him. “Shut up” “sorry” the two of you exchanged another glance before you went back to staring at the slim jim. “Hey dipshit, get up” he limped a bit towards you as you hurriedly got off the bench that he sat down on. “Are you alright?” he looked hurt, and normally vance hopper was not the one to show pain like this. “Dont ask stupid questions like that” he responded, you looked down to see a deep cut in his left arm. “Oh, my god” your words came out louder than you wanted but it was too late. “Didn't I tell you to shut up! Just get out of here before I do the same shit to you.” you flinched at his harsh words before stuttering to get your words out “house.. My house it's j xy ust down the street. I promise it's not too far of a walk, and i- and I can bandage you up. My family is gone so you won't have to worry about anyone else seeing you, please”

#finney blake #brady hepner #bruce yamada #miguel cazarez mora #the black phone #the black phone x reader #billy showalter #bruce yamada x reader #madeline mcgraw #robin arellano #vance hopper x you #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper imagine

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dfroggofarson · 2 years

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oh, hello.

yes, i'm still alive. wow.

it's been a long time, but now... I've finally had the strenght and time to continue the story. this, being the third part of the series A betrayal so deep... (you can read the first part here, and the second one here) is almost exactly 1300 words long. and also yes, it won't stop just here...

i'm telling you again. don't blame me (love made me crazy... no, it has actually not), you requested it. and i'm having so much fun and terror writing this that i just cant stop making this originally oneshit- i mean oneshot longer and longer, so i can feel at least something even if it's the angst of my own imagination and hopefully your sufferings, too.

thank you for that, by the way. i feed on your horrors. @iiyumii @that-boi-sus @etherisy

if you don't know already about it, i recommend listening to WHERE ARE THEY NOW??? by emily jeffri, for the whole series. ah, and one more thing, the reader is gender neutral, as always.

all right, we're all set now. enjoy! ^^

Kneel before me.

A betrayal so deep... part 3.

"Come on! That's not all you can do, huh? Or is that it? Already?"

"N-no...!"

"Then push harder, brat!"

You snarled, focusing even more of your strenght to your legs, trying not to get hit by your opponent's staff. But it wasn't that easy as it sounds.

You've been cleaning, training, and then again cleaning all day long. It was freaking tiring. Sweeping was kind of okay, because at least you could hum some songs and dance to the rhythm of it if no one was around, but scrubbing the floor all day long just so the others can walk trough direcly the already cleaned parts?

So, long story short, it was tiring.

Your only refuge was the food - because that was delicious every single time, no matter if it was after training or cleaning. A plate of meat and rice was just enough to make up your upset mind.

But the fatigue and exhaustion would make you eat all the food anyways.

The giant robot suddenly pulled back, preparing for a lethal stab, and you knew that was to come. Your legs and hands were shaking, but you collected yourself. You quickly moved to its left, dodging the sudden movement and even the next, surprise attack, and then swinged your staff to deal one last hit-

The blade came from thin air.

You froze.

He scoffed.

Silence.

Then the blade disappeared from your throat, making you almost collapse from fatigue. You heard a resigning sigh.

"Every single time when I think that you are just a littlebit close to do something useful..." His voice echoed trough the room. "And you always make the same mistakes all over and over again. That will be your death."

Footsteps, leaving the room. You gulped.

Your didn't even notice that you were on the floor now, shaking and breathing heavily, only when a graceful hand laid on your shoulder.

"Come on, kid. I don't think it was so bad. Just give a bit more attention to your environment, like we practiced, okay?"

"Yeah," you said, shaking your head. "I'm trying. But even though all the things I'm finally good at, he didn't even mention it. He only sees the bad things."

"Nothing's good for Scaramouche, you know that, too. You shouldn't be so upset about it."

"But i am going to be good for him," you declined, standing up. Your whole body was exhausted but you didn't care. You bowed for Marionette's metal subordinate, then to her. "Thank you for lending me a hand again."

You left the training hall without another word, walking towards your room.

But something stopped you.

The feeling of another, strange, unknown presence.

That was no common in the headquartets of the Fatui Harbringers.

You gripped on your knife - your very first weapon, Scaramouche gave it to you -, ready to slice someone's throat that does not belong here. And after a minute of following your instincts and traces, you finally saw the intruder: a tall, lean, ginger haired man, surrounded with threatening and disturbing aura.

But that meant nothing to the person who was taught by Scaramouche himself.

You held back your breath. Causing no sound, you sneaked behind him, and just simply put the knife to his throat.

He froze.

"Answer me: what are you doing here?" You asked causally, voice not louder than an ignorand fly in a cathedral.

"Hm." You could hear the smirk in his voice. "Seems like I've already met my next opponent. I tought it would be yet-"

"Answer," you demanded again, sinking the knife in his throat the slightest - causing a thin line of blood to appear beneath the wounded skin.

"All right, all right," he put his hand up. You sucked on your teeth. He stopped moving. "Okay. My name is Childe-"

The knife sunk deeper in his flesh.

"Clam down, I'm trying to talk to you!" He snapped, that you rewarded with a small smile. He finally realized that you were in control. "I'm here to-"

Before the sentence was even finished, he moved.

You could only trace his silhouette with your eyes, but not to react as he freed himself from your hostility. Not so surprisingly, he was much faster than your overwhelmed body. You could only dodge his arms trying to grip on your neck, and keep a space of three metres, but nothing more.

But why did no one notice his arrival?

What is happening here?

It was a pain to admit that you alone were not enough to take him down, but that was the case. So you needed to alert the Harbringers, you were sure that Marionette couldn't be that far away...

"No need to think about escaping and warning the others," he said, with a visible smirk, this time. You looked right into his deep blue eyes, drinking the bloodlust and echoes of war within his presence, but you were better than just to let it take control over you. "They know I'm here. In fact... You should be afraid they'll find you in this unfortunate situation."

"Why?" You asked simply, still holding the knife, ready to take his attacks and act when the moment is right.

"Because from now on, I'm the Eleventh Fatui Harbringer, Childe. Your newest lord and imperator. The one you work for."

Time just stopped.

You were looking at him, a bit widened eyes, trembling legs and in a pathetic defense pose.

What?

"So, you better put that knife down. You wouldn't have a chance after all. But I must admit, that sneaking... I could only feel your presence in the very last moments, and then whoa! There you were, holding a weapon to my throat. Might I say, you are really trained... A bit too much, I see," he nod, aiming at your shaking body. You hated yourself for it. "So, now, that I've introduced myself, it's your turn. Go on. What's your name? Where did you come from?"

You didn't reply for a moment, trying to process the things he said.

"Y/N," you answered, lowering your weapon, but still taking a defensive pose.

"Y/N... I see," he smiled, then slightly tilted his head. "Kneel before me, Y/N."

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'They knelt. Even after all these years. They bend so beautiful and elegant, no matter how much blood and wounds and scars are on them - they bow like a leaf under the pressure of the heavy waterdrops. Like it was too much to take, but too mesmerizing to just drop the weight and give it all up.

No surprises. Let's be honest, it was you who taught them, so I shouldn't adore these facts so much. These are just the basics.

But I know you like it too, that's why I decided to send this letter. I know it will find you. So if you - or not, I don't really care about them - want your little brat back, you know where to meet me at dawn.

See you, then.'

Scaramouche just stared at the blank end of the paper.

His brat? He had no brat anymore.

They were dead.

At least, so he tought.

An unknown sensation entered his chest. It was strange. He had only felt this thing when he was with you, and he could not explain it at all. But so far, he didn't even notice it properly. He didn't really care.

However, after you were gone...

He wasn't attached to you, he was not capable of feelin this way. But someting has definitely changed after you.

He looked at the letter again. It was written with a deep red liquid. He knew the smell, so he had no doubts about its origins.

Damn it...

He hated how you knelt to Tartaglia.

You should only kneel to him. And no one other.

Now, that's the time to prove your worth, brat.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche #scaramouche angst #childe genshin impact #childe #fatui childe #tartaglia #x reader

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cursedcola · 2 years

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May i request savanaclaw + rook with a vegan s/o? (Not the toxic type that guilt trips people who actually eat meat plz) thank you :)

A/N: Sure! I wouldn’t have written that type anyways lol. Being vegan is a lifestyle that many people choose for various reasons. The vegans that I know in real life are super nice! They’ve actually given me health tips and know so much about food (even for food that isn’t vegan). The toxicity of veganism is an unfortunate stereotype that many people in the group face, and I would never want to support it. Vegans and their advice are the reason my stomach issues aren’t so bad anymore lol

Leona Kingscholar

Well, guess his nickname wasn’t a stretch after all

Like Ruggie (see below) he does not necessarily care so long as you don’t push your habits onto him

He will not stop eating his grilled cheese. Not even for you

I think he would do well to accommodate you though. Back at the palace, he would send an advanced notice to the chefs about your dietary preferences. You don’t need to say nothing upon arrival because they already know your favorite snacks, meals, etc. and have specially altered their cultural dishes to meet your needs :)

I think he would be willing to try anything you give him at least once. He might groan a bit, but hand feed him and he’ll taste anything you want him to try!

Ruggie Bucchi

I think Ruggie would take a large interest in vegan living. Why? Because it is healthy and sustainable for people on a budget

Do you understand how easy it is to feed a family a nutrient balanced meal when tofu is an option? Meat is super expensive even in Twisted Wonderland. If not to buy, then to hunt. If you are going out hunting then you have to sacrifice time that could be spent working. Not to mention that the area Ruggie grew up in is a near barren wasteland

Tofu on earth was invented as a famine food. It’s nutrient heavy, filling, and cheap. If you are willing to share recipies with it then he is going to be in your debt

Or milk. Milk is already nutrient dense, but milk from nuts? Not only is it slightly sweet and more palletable for children, but it’s easily attainable. Ruggie could easily have his home town start a nut farm but to raise farm animals? Much more difficult

Look. Yes, Ruggie is from Sunset Savanna where beast-folk are dominant. Yes, there is the association between beast and carnivore. Ruggie could honestly care less though. He eats what he’s given.

If you’re worried about the negative stigma and him associating you with it? Don’t. The way you live is your choice and Ruggie enjoys learning about the health benefits of being vegan.

Jack Howl

Something speaks to me. It says that Jack is a health nut and is way ahead of the game.

He isn’t vegan, but definitely eats many “vegan” dishes and items for their health benefit

Example A: Chickpeas. High in protein, versatile, keep him satiated at spelldrive practice

My manz here loves himself some chickpeas

Like Ruggie, he wants you to teach him recipes. Preferably things that are easy because he likes quick snacks

One thing I see him doing is double checking your food whenever you two go out. You know how animal noses are able to define distinct scents even when they are masked by others? I feel he could take a whiff of your food or one bite and tell if it has animal products. Your little taste tester at resteraunts

King respects your life choices, and will do his best to coexist with you despite his love for beef jerky

Rook Hunt

Will you stop him from hunting? If yes, then there may be a slight problem. If not, then honey Rook will still love you

You may be able to convince him to only catch and not kill. However, it is super unlikely due to his devotion to his hobby and his upbringing. He won’t kill in front of you. That he can promise

He can also promise to not bring his game near you or have it at meals. He himself will not go vegan, but at the very least he is willing to keep his hunting prizes away from you.

When he goes out, he may look around for something you would like instead. Rook is like a cat, wanting to bring home prizes to show you. Instead of game, he may bring back forrest mushrooms etc. that he finds out instead!

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conclush · 2 years

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𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗲

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Thena x GN!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Sometimes being jealous is dangerous, especially with thena.

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ cussing, fluff

❕: masterlist

Thena is not a jealous woman.

She is the epitome of beauty and elegance, leaving no room for emotions such as jealousy to squander it.

Yeah...right. That's what she tells herself at least.

To her credit though,Thena is pretty good at keeping herself in check. Only lashing out, or asserting her dominance, as you call it, when absolutely necessary. Some random handsome man, for instance, got a taste of her rage when she caught him ogling your body like a piece of prime meat. He almost had his tongue cut out right then and there.

Thena doesn't do well with competition, and even though you've told her several times that there is no competition, she decides to weed them out herself. Can't get jealous if there are no competitors, right?

Her jealousy doesn't last long, she claims her spotlight one way or another. There is, however, one creature Thena is unable to rid herself of. One that resides in her very castle. The closest any little rat has ever come to stealing her beloved y/n.

Even after long grueling days of wasting her time cleaning up the deviants messes and getting an some eternals meeting, all Thena longs for is to crawl into bed and wrap herself in your arms. Tonight it seems the celestials are frowning upon her because they have already stolen her place. She rolls her eyes at what should have been a cute display, had it been her.

Wiping away the stresses of the day helped lighten thena's mood a bit. It was always such a relief to take her Nazad Rivelleis off, knowing the day has finally ended and she can relax.

Making her way to the bed Thena trips over the small wastebasket and curses herself for making you stir from your sleep.

„ thena, you ok?” You sit up in bed, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself, but still keep an arm wrapped around your smaller companion.

„ Yes, I'm fine honey I-” Thena stopped. „You know what? No. I am an eternal who has a mahd wy'ry and I say plushie needs to leave our bed.”

„ Plushie is always allowed in bed!”

Thena was too tired to start a proper argument and decides to simply give in. She refuses to hold you while that stupid plushy is sandwiched between you, effectively cock-blocking her.

Its eyes mock her as it watches her toss and turn tirelessly. Thena was not accustomed to sleeping "by herself." The eternal felt uncomfortably bare without your body directly in contact with hers, but not bare enough to reconsider cuddling you and the plushy. Thena is far too stubborn for that and simply chucking it to its rightful place on the floor would only upset y/n. No matter how much she loathes that plushy, she still does not want to upset you.

A smugness flashed across its cold dead eyes as it stared at her, clearly proud of its victory. Thena only growled in response, baring her teeth like a territorial animal.

„ You win this round, fucker.”

The next day was no different from any other. Thena was kept busy with the others eternals but needing to be done for some sort of ceremony. Naturally, when she does give herself a break, she chooses to spend it with you. This is how you ended up sitting here next to the fire, plushy at your side and Alcina by her lonesome across from you.

„ Ooh, do we still have those shortbread cookies from the other day? Or did sprite eat them all?”

„ I hid some for you above the stove- top shelf inside the teapot.”

Your eyes lit up like a christmas tree. „Be right back.”

Thena only nodded and turned her attention back to her book. She felt a pair of eyes on her, but she tried her damnedest to ignore it. A few intense minutes passed before she slammed her book shut.

„ You think you're so special, don't you? Just because you had them first doesn't mean you're their favorite.”

The plush stared blankly at her. Its silence only egged her on.

„ You better watch yourself, plushie. You just landed yourself a spot on Thena's Blacklist, and no one gets off of it alive. You might have them fooled with your dapper little suit and hat but I know who you really are under all that fluff. Punk ass plushy bitch. Y/n is mine, and I do not share.”

More intense silence filled the room as Thena was about to strike down on the innocent creature until...

„ Hey honey!, can you come help me? I can't reach the top shelf!."

She gave the plush a smug grin before taking her leave.

„ I know someone else who can't reach either. Coming, dear!”

Thena sauntered out of the room only to step right back through the doorway to extend her slendery middle finger at the plushy. Giving it the most dramatic middle finger in all of universe.

The cookies were gone within minutes of settling back down on the couch. Now you were lounging across the cushions, with plushie pressed tightly against your chest, finishing the final chapter of your book. You moved to get off the couch to return your book to its shelf and pick out another classic. Before setting plushie on the cushions you place a kiss on the top of their head. Thena only pretends not to notice this out of the corner of her eye and continues to glaze over the pages of her own book, waiting for her kiss.

It never came...

You walk past her without offering so much as a smile and the eternal is sent over the edge.

„ That's it, I can't take it anymore! y/n it's me or the plush.”

You look back at her, rather taken back by her sudden outburst. „ Um what, excuse me?”

„ You heard me. It's either me or the plush. Take your pick.”

You arch a brow and put your hands on your hips. „ Well, plushie and I don't appreciate that tone.”

Thena rolls her eyes „ Plushie isn't real!”

You gasp and rush over to the couch and cover their ears. „ How dare you! That's a very sophisticated missy you're talking about.”

„ I am sick of always coming in second to that stupid thing. You act like you love it more than you love me! Giving it a kiss and not me, how rude. We both can't keep living here, one of us has to go.”

That got you to laugh. „This coming from the same woman who, after sending me away to sleep on the couch after an argument, comes down in the middle of the night to sleep on the floor beside the couch because you got lonely.”

The eternal can't help but blushed.

„ Something tells me you won't let me go anywhere.”

She stays quiet, only giving a huff as she crosses her arms over her chest.

„ If I give you a kiss now will you stop whining?”

Thena pretends to consider this for a moment before answering. „ Will you sit on my lap?”

„ Of course, my love.” you smile.

„ No plushie."

You giggle as you make yourself comfortable straddling her things. „ No plushie"

Thena pulls you flush against her front and kisses you. „ Good” She bites your lower lip, making you gasp. She takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and relax back into the couch. Out of sheer pettiness, The eternal cracks an eye open to see the plush staring at your display of affection. She smiled into your kiss and gives it the middle finger before focusing all her attention on ravishing you.

an: I got this ib but I forgot who is the owner,so uhm whoever is the one that ib creds is yours.

❗: I'm sorry for incorrect grammar and misspelled words, english wasn't my first language and some other languages were translated in google !!

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un-named-thing · 2 years

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Someone (you know who you are) asked me to do a full story of the little short I did where eddie came back to life so here it is. This will be like a onshot but I might do like a full story on wattpad if I can be bothered. So enjoy I guess

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'Alive and happy again' eddie munson x male!reader

Summary: after Eddie's death you move away but since some of your relatives live in Hawkins you have to go and visit, (the little short I did will be included in this, some things will be changed tho)

Cw: metion of death, blood, biting, (if I missed any please tell me) fluff and angst

Your pov

That day was one of the worst days of your life. The day you lost a friend that you loved so damn much. You loved eddie, and no one but you knew. You wanted to tell eddie so bad but you never did and now it was too late, now you'd never get the chance to tell him.

It was hard to stay in Hawkins. You started to have nightmares and overall just couldn't sleep. But it wasn't like the others where doing amazing either. You rarely talked to them now. Most of the time they where running around helping where they could and so where you.

But in the end acoulpe weeks after eddie's death you and your family packed up and moved. It was to much of a pain to stay in Hawkins. Besides it started to look and feel like a ghost town. You didn't move far but far enough so the memories of what you witnessed wouldn't haunt you. It was hard to leave everyone behind but what other choice did you have. To stay and remember what happened, to remember what a coward you where to never tell eddie how you felt.

Dammit if you knew he wouldn't make it out you would have spilled your heart out to eddie right then and there.

It was hard to sit in that car. Driving in silence with only the occasional cars driving past. You didn't even get to say goodbye to your friends but you guessed it was better that way.

Eddie's pov

Eddie shot up looking down at himself to only see a ripped shirt and some scars. No open wounds or blood. It was like that pain he felt just minutes before had faded or never even happend. He felt weird. He almost felt like his skin wasn't his and he felt this hunger. A hunger that couldn't be satisfied with normal food. It almost burned. He had to stop this hunger. But he also had to get out off here. Here being the upside down. But was that even possible?

The answer was yes. It was possible. He was now sat infront of the people that thought they beat vecna. Well almost all of them. Max was nowhere to be seen and so was robin as the same for m/n. Everyone told him max was in the hospital and robin spent all of her time helping around. But in general most of the group wasn't there. But when eddie asked about m/n they couldn't give him and answer. No one knew where he went. It's was like he just vanished. One day they saw him and then the other poof, he's gone.

Eddie was heart broken and now it was his time to have constant sleepless night. I mean literally he didn't sleep, he didn't even feel tired. Well physically at least.

Don't get it wrong tho, eddie was over the moon to be alive and to have what he called 'superpowers' now. He was so glad all his friends and his uncle where okay but every time he felt happy his mind would drift back to m/n. His dear friend and the guy he was head over heels for.

He couldn't even go out and look for you. Everyone that was left in Hawkins thought eddie was still missing or dead. But still that didn't stop eddie going out as night and looking. It was really easy to look around at night since it seems that one of his 'powers' was that he could see in the dark. That was one of the perks but there where non perks. The hunger was getting to damn bad to ignore. It was almost impossible, and if its even possible it got worse every time m/n came to his mind.

The only way he found he could keep it at bay was eating meat. Not like cooked meat but raw meat. He hated it but if that ment stopping the burn in the back of his throat so be it. But that didn't mean the hunger wasn't there.

Big time skip (still Eddie's pov kinda)

It was months later now. Hawkins was quiet now and the families that did stay struggled. Eddie was presumed dead. And only the gang and his uncle knew he was alive. M/n was presumed to be dead by the gang aswell which broke everyone's hearts.

Life was hard in Hawkins now. Harder than before. The giant portals where always gaurded and getting over them was a pain in the ass. It was hard to get life to flow in Hawkins again. Everyone Normally stayed home. But some went back to their jobs and some (but barely any) kids went back to school.

The gangs visits to see eddie where becoming more and more rare and since his uncle went back to work he was alone 99% of the time. He hated it. He hated the damn silence, it made his thoughts wander which was something he hated even more.

His thoughts would normally wonder of and you would come to mind. He didn't belive that you where dead he just didn't want to. He tried to think of a way he could prove to the others that you where still alive. That you weren't dead and your body was simply missing. And then it clicked.

You had living relatives in Hawkins. If anyone knew where you were it would be them. His eyes lit up with the realisation that there was still a possible chance that you where alive that you could still be okay. He shot up out of his bed but stopped himself. What I'd someone saw him? Hawkins isn't exactly the kindest town. The rumour of him, eddie munson being alive would spread like wild fire. He took a step back from the door and bolted back into his room searching for anything that could cover him.

He tied his hair up and pulled up his hood to hide his face and wore the baggiest pants he would find and took of his rings and anything that could get him easily recognised. After checking everything he bolted out the door not even bothering to lock it. He ran like hell to you aunties house. He's been there once or twice so he knew where abouts it would be.

He ran almost the whole way if he doesn't count the amount of times he stopped. When he got to the house his heart skipped a beat. It was you and your parents except you looked uncomfortable and like you didn't want to be here.

Eddie stopped right in the middle of the road which caught your attention. You didn't recognise him at first but when his hood slid down revealing him, eddie munson (kinda??) Alive and well you almost fell from what it looked like.

Eddie ran to you and jumped into your arms. He squeezed you tightly crying into your shoulder. When all of a sudden his hunger went crazy. A smell. A smell that could only be described as godly. It was coming from you. He tried to ignore it and just be happy that you where alive but the hunger over powered and emotion he was feeling at that moment.

Your pov

He was alive. I couldn't belive it. I thought having to come back here was going to be hell. My life was going good and I almost forgot about Hawkins. But when my parents told me we had to go back for a little family 'get together' my world almost crumbled. But all that sadness was long gone cause now I had the love of my life in my arms, crying into my shoulder. I was so happy almost at tears myself when I felt something. A bite.

Eddie was biting me. No, not just biting me but drinking my blood. I could feel it. My legs where becoming week and eddie had to hold me by the waist to make sure I didn't fall. I was in shock. I didn't speak and didn't move. I just kinda let him drink from me.

The moment he stopped I snaped out of it and gave him a 'wtf look' but when I saw his face he looked like he just solved the worlds hardest problem. He looked up at me with a grin that faded as soon as he saw my expression. He gulped before taking a step back.

He proceeds to explain how the last few months where uter hell for him and that he did indead died but in some way shape or form he didn't but now he was always hungry and turns out his hungrer was for blood.

After explaining he looked up at you agian to which he found your expression has softened. You pulled him into a hug and chuckled "wow it looks like you've been throught hell and back eddie" you said pulling away and smiling at him. "Ya it felt like it... I missed you m/n" he said moving his hand to your face.

You paused. This was it this was the chance and you where gonna fucking take it. "Eddie I wanted to tell you this for so damn long, and if I knew you wouldn't make it I would have told you already" as you said that Eddie's expression changed and he look abit more serious. You look a deep breath.

"I love you eddie, more than a friend, more than anything". Eddie's expression changed and a blushed creeped on his face. Before you could say another thing he kissed you. A soft and gentle kiss. You pushed him away blushing like crazy. "Eddie dammit we're outside!" Eddie grind and looked around "I don't see anyone" he pecked your lips again before traping you in another hug.

"I love you too m/n I have for a while" after you heard those words you couldn't help but smile and tighten the hug. You finally did start crying. Both hugging each other you cried in peaceful silence. The mystery was finally solved. Both of you where alive and you both found each other again.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #gay #x male reader #queer #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x you #❤️vampire eddie❤️

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blackbat05 · 2 years

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Clean Success

Shang-Chi x Reader (Cop AU)

A/N: Initially had a buddy cop idea but plot wise led me here? Hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs always appreciated!❤️ Did you also see the DC references?😉

Warnings: None. Pining idiot perhaps?😬

Summary: A mission leads to certain confessions.

“Remind me why we are eating Japanese Barbecue again?”

You take the tong from Shang-Chi’s hand, flipping the piece of sirloin. “That’s Yakiniku to you. And we’re here because of your intel so would you stop being so fidgety and eat!” You grit through your clenched teeth.

Shang-Chi stabs the cooked meat, bringing it to his mouth like a child who had just got told off by his mother not to play with his food.

Walking into the restaurant had assaulted his ears, from the sizzling of meat on the hot plate to the clinking of drinks in the form of beer glasses. A gust of steam blows in his direction, making him push his chair back immediately.

“That was low.”

You give him a withering stare, putting the meat on his rice once again. “Quit being such a baby. It’s all part of the experience.”

“What is? The part of being suffocated by smoke?”

“I thought you liked barbecue.” You asked, genuinely puzzled at his grumpy demeanour.

“Yeah, but have you seen how cramped this place is?” And the fact that my plans on taking you to have the exact same barbecue is ruined. Shang-Chi conveniently leaves the latter out.

The tables were haphazardly arranged that the chairs could be touched at an arm’s length. Still, it was a typical barbecue restaurant setting. You wanted to nudge him a little further, only to be interrupted by a new presence.

“Wait! The target’s arrived, at your six.” You take a sip of iced tea, eyes following the movement of the supposed target in question. Shang-Chi pretends to stretch, turning his back to see the mysterious man clad in a burgundy suit. How was he not sweating in this man- made heat?

“Damn it,” you hissed. “Lost visual. We need to find out what’s in that case. The moment he’s gone, we can kiss that case goodbye.”

Shang-Chi sees a waiter hurriedly throwing on an apron, promptly getting to work. He sees the staff room and gets an idea…

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“This is your idea. Really?”

“Hey! You want to get that case or not?” Shang-Chi pushes the cart of meat that was meant for the private room where mystery man was inside.

Masquerading as waiters, all that had to be done was to get in and grab the case without them noticing. Simple right?

As the two of you neared the room, you managed to peek through the tainted glass. Although you couldn’t get clear visual, that armour gave you a good idea of who was the buyer.

“God damn it Shang-Chi does your informant not tell you anything at all?”

Puzzled, Shang-Chi beckons you to move. Another man with silver hair sits opposite the target, carefully inspecting the case while his guard stands behind, as if daring burgundy man to make a move.

“Oh shit.”

Oh shit was the right word. In the room sat crime boss Carmine Falcone and Slade Wilson - aka Deathstroke, assassin for hire.

“Forget the target! We need to bring them in!” Shang-Chi is brought back to the present, seeing you remove the pistol from your holster. Oh this was going to be very bad…

“No! I know what you’re thinking but no!” Shang-Chi is firm on this. “Fury said minimal damage and the case is of priority. Falcone and Wilson can wait another day.” He stealthily snaps several pictures of the meeting.

“Who did you- oh never mind. Just follow my lead.” You make a beeline for the staircase to exit the restaurant.

“What lead?” Shang-Chi was left utterly bemused as to what kind of signal you would give.

What he did not expect, was a gunshot through the windows, throwing the private room into chaos.

“God damn it!” He grits through his teeth. You could have at least given him a warning. Now the men in the room were simultaneously running for cover towards the sliding doors where Shang-Chi was standing like a deer in the headlights.

The situation left him no choice but to go on the offensive. You always left him with the dirty work.

While everyone in the room was trying to find the source of the gunshot, Shang-Chi maintained his guise as waiter, dodging past the barrage of security and Slade himself to grab the case that was left unattended in a corner. No time to waste.

Shang-Chi had barely gotten a foot out when-

“Wait! Where’s the case!” Falcone bellowed, looking around the room before setting his sights on Shang-Chi’s retreating back.

Just perfect.

“GET HIM!”

Shang-Chi didn’t need to be told twice, speeding down the stairs and out of the restaurant, he removes the apron, throwing it behind him.

Legs pumping, he looks back to find that the assassin was gaining quickly on him. His brain was on overdrive, considering all possible escape routes.

A pair of hands reach out to grab his sleeve, pulling him into an alleyway. Shang-Chi is finally reunited with you.

“I said to grab the case not bring a bloodthirsty assassin with you.” You and your smartass remarks.

Shang-Chi comes up with a retort but finds it stuck in his throat, seeing how close he is to you in this tight space. “Not my fault that you left without instructions!”

“Oh, so you finally admit I’m the brains between the two of us?”

Somehow, Shang-Chi is sure you’re doing this on purpose to get under his skin. And he likes it. But he can’t let you win this quickly. He still has his own pride after all.

“No… what I’m saying is that you need to work on your communication!” He stumbles and fails to hide it miserably. You smirk.

“Don’t you?” You move closer to him.

Shang-Chi blinks, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Funny but a little bird told me about a certain someone wanting to have Barbecue this weekend with me but didn’t have the… guts.”

Damn it Katy. He tries to ignore the close proximity of your lips as you teased him.

“Perhaps that was why he was so grumpy when we had a mission here.” You pretend to tap your chin thoughtfully. “Maybe I’ll bring agent Spector here next time-”

That’s it. Shang-Chi locks his lips with you, pressing his body into your own. He’s not going to stop anytime.

In fact, he’s going to make it the most mind blowing kiss you ever had. So good that you won’t be able to remember another man’s name.

Parting slowly, you lean your forehead on his.

“Wow…”

“Don’t blame you, my kiss is literally breathtaking.” Shang-Chi is back to his usual self as he banters with you once more.

Your eyes dart nervously around your surroundings before bashfully slapping him on the shoulder. “You had to ruin the moment didn’t you?”

“You liked it.” He grins, raising his hands in defeat. “But you got me. I was planning to take you out for dinner… if you’re still up for it?”

How could you say no to those doe-eyes?

“Of course, I would love to.” You nod, forcing back a laugh at your smiley partner.

“Although I hate to break up the moment but we should really get this case back to Fury before Wilson or anyone else finds us stuck in between this sorry excuse of an alley.”

“Oh- oh yeah!” Shang-Chi snaps out of his bliss, remembering the mission.

Taking the case in one hand, he offers his free hand to you which you gladly take, running to the rendezvous point.

Falcone and Wilson may have escaped, but today’s mission was a clean success.

#xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shang chi x reader #simu liu #shang chi #shang chi x reader fluff #shangqi x reader fluff #xu shang chi #xu shangqi fluff #shang chi fluff #cop au

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candyhe4rtss · 2 years

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10 characters, 10 songs♡~

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Razor x gn! Reader

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Info- the first character that has been selected is razor, the first song that has been selected is the song, “beauty and the beast” from Disney, Beauty and the beast. (Disney and Genshin do not belong to me)

Warnings: none

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You snuck out the small house you lived in at springvale, a basket full of fruits in one hand, and one full of meat in the other. You sneakily walked outside of your house, trying your best to be quiet, not wanting to alert your parents.

~tale as old as time~

Sadly enough, luck wasn’t on your side this day. Due to it being quite windy today, the door slammed shut making a loud noise.

~true as it can be~

“Y/n? Where are you heading? Why do you have baskets?” Your mom asked, looking directly at you. “Oh uh- i actually promised diona i would give her some stuff for the tavern” You replied, awkwardly. “Oh alright dear. Just tell me next time ok?” You nodded, closing the door and walking off.

~barely even friends~

‘Close one’ you thought to yourself, heading off to where you knew razor was. You had first met razor when you were walking to a camp to deliver food. On your way over there you bumped into razor.

~then somebody bends, unexpectedly~

He struggled to say it, but he offered you assistance on your walk over there. Just as you opened your mouth to say no, knowing you can’t trust strangers, a small “yes” had slipped out.

~just a little change~

After that walk, you had started hanging out with him daily. Although you had done most of the talking, you still enjoyed his company.

~small to say the least~

Even though you hadn’t known razor for a long time, you had already taken a big liking to him.

~small to say the least~

But, today was different. You haven’t seen razor in at least three days. All those three days you had been busy. You would often deliver food for good hunter, just for extra mora to help your parents with their financial struggles.

~both a little scared~

Your mom would stay home and would sell old things nobody in the family used, when she wasn’t doing that, she would be cooking small dishes to sell.

~neither one prepared~

As for your dad, unlike your mom, he was almost never home. Like other men in Springvale, he would hunt. After hunting he would come home, give my mom meat, and she would cook up something to sell.

~beauty and the beast~

Because of how busy you were, you didn’t have time to visit razor. Of course you felt bad, you just hoped he didn’t mind.

~ever just the same~

After a few more minutes of walking, you were finally at the spot both you and razor would usually hang out at.

~ever a surprise~

For once, you didn’t see him sitting there. Waiting for you. You walked through the forest, searching for him. You started to worry the more you looked. You couldn’t find razor anywhere.

~ever as before~

Eventually, you ended up returning to the spot you would always see him at, waiting for him. After what felt like an eternity of waiting for razor, you finally heard someone walking behind you.

~ever as before and ever just as sure~

“Razor?” You asked, turning your focus to whoever was behind you.

“You we’re not here other day.”

“I’m sorry razor…I was really busy with helping Sara at good hunter. Oh! But I brought a lot of meat to make it up to you!”

You handed razor the basket, full of meat you knew he would enjoy eating.

“Razor likes the meat y/n brings. Had no time for hunting.” Razor stated, biting a price of his meat off.

“Had no time?”

“Was busy whole day.”

~as the sun will rise~

You gave razor a smile, the two of you ate meat and fruit while you talked to him. A few times, here and there, he tried to talk to you, but he would eventually stop after a while.

~tale as old as time~

Once the two of you finished the food you prepared, razor lied down on the blanket you brought, staring at the bright stars above both you and him.

~tune as old as song~

While razor was busy looking at the dark sky, you were looking at him. You had absolutely loved razor. The joy you felt when talking to the people of Springvale and Mondstadt was nothing compared to this.

~bittersweet and strange~

You At first, you tried your best to hide your feelings and burry them in the deepest corner of your mind. You didn’t want to fall for razor, only to find out he didn’t love you back.

~finding you can change, learning you were wrong~

After a while of staring at the boy, you finally looked up, trying to see what exactly he was looking at.

~certain as the sun~

“Stars are..pretty.” Razor told you, turning over to look at you. “Like..Like yo-“ before he could finished speaking, he quickly cut himself off by throwing a blueberry in his mouth.

~certain as the sun~

Your face almost immediately went red, when you realized what he had said. “You think im pretty?” You asked him, your face still a bright red.

~rising in the east~

Razors face soon went as red as yours, realizing he didn’t stop himself on time. He didn’t know what to say. If he said yes would you compliment him back? Would you think was weird, just like everyone else thought?

~tale as old as time~

“Yes. Very pretty.” He replied to you, mindlessly. Even though he wasn’t exactly thinking when he said this, he knew he meant every word.

~song as old as rhyme~

Just hearing him say that made your face go even more red. You swore you had felt like passing out.

“Thank you, razor. You’re absolutely stunning as well. Just like the stars”

~beauty and the beast~

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #razor x reader #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles #genshin imagines #genshin x you #genshin headcanons #disney

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aceofspadille · 1 year

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When you decided to do something new this Christmas - A Usual Chaos

Character: Reader preparing Christmas with the Strawhats (part 1)

Warning: platonic crewmate interaction

Another Christmas is about to arrive, and you are so excited again. Every year, you strive to do something new even though every day is a new day on Thousand Sunny, you still feel like doing something. And this year, you decided… "Huh? Cooking Christmas eve?" Sanji turned to you. "Are you sure, Y/N-chan? That would be a lot of work, especially for Luffy, his stomach has no end…" "I know!" You exclaimed. "But I want to do something new this year!" You stopped to recalculate something. "But yeah, I would need help since I don't think I would be able to feed Luffy as well as you…"

Sanji chuckled at your reaction. "Of course, I'll help you, Y/N-chan!" As he made his hearty eye and knew that you would be cooking with him this year.

The Sunny docked at a Winter Island. As you announced to the crew that you would be the main chef for Christmas Eve's dinner this year; everyone was pumped since you rarely cooked. However, no one seemed to be worried because they knew Sanji would be helping you. And then there is… "Y/N! I want at least 10 pieces of bone meat!!!" Luffy yelled as he wrapped his hand around and already made his eyes into the meat. "Of… of course." You hesitated; you didn't forget that Luffy ate a lot; you just didn't measure very well how much. "Thank you. You are the best!!!" Luffy screamed and ran off to the island with Usopp.

As Sanji helped you plan for the dinner, you listed dinner ingredients for ten crew members, no, at least for 30 pax because Luffy would have the portion of the extra ten and Zoro would just drink out everyone, so yeah… You learned a lot from Sanji, it's amazing how he managed to feed everyone every day, the food never ran out, and you always had delicious food waiting, having a hands-on really makes you appreciate him more.

You two made your way out to the town to do some shopping after Nami gave you some allowance. The town is lively, with all glittering boxes hanging on. The snow covers the roof of all the houses, and the village kids are running around building up snowmen and castles. A Christmas tree is set up with all the sparkling ornaments in the middle. The stars on top of the tree twinkled in the middle of the sky, and Silent Holy Night is played across the town. It is peaceful.

The butcher's shop is full of people as everyone is preparing for Christmas, so you have to queue for bulk orders and here you ran into Shachi of the Heart Pirates. They were your allies since Wano. "Hey, Y/N!" Shachi exclaimed. "Stealth Black!!!" He's even more excited to see Sanji. However, the blond isn't thrilled about being recognized as Stealth Black, but every North Blue boy knows. "Shachi!" You smiled softly. "Hello!" "Why would you have to queue? This is the queue for bulk orders." Shachi pointed at the queue, thinking that you might stand in the wrong place. "You won't forget our captain, will you?" You chuckled. "Oh… yeah."

You three chatted about the Christmas preparation on the ship and were super excited about the holiday season.

When you finished shopping and returned to the ship, Luffy and Usopp were already back and showing Chopper some bugs they caught in the forest. It was chaotic, but what's so new about that…

As the crew was having dinner, you were excited to tell Robin the progress of the dinner planning for the crew on Christmas until you heard Luffy casually say: "Oh, I ran into Torao and his crew earlier. I asked everyone to come too." "What do you mean 'everyone'?" You stopped, widening your eyes. "Torao's crew, Jaggy's crew… by the way, they are here too! Isn't it ama…" he stopped as he saw your face darkening. "HOW MANY people have you invited, Luffy?!?" You asked calmly, trying to be collected while you wanted to scream inside. "Hmmm, everyone…" he said, acting innocent. “…on the island…” As you were eating up in your panic that you might not have enough food for the whole island, Sanji put a hand on your shoulder, smiling. "Don't worry. We got this." Seeing Sanji, Luffy quickly grabbed the opportunity in an attempt to defuse the bomb. "Yes!! We always got this." "YOU HAVE TO HELP IN THE KITCHEN!!!!" You grabbed Luffy's neck and started shaking as he continued talking. Robin was laughing at the usual chaos on the ship while Nami sighed silently, shaking her head. Zoro, as usual, was nowhere to be found after dinner.

At the corner of Sunny's kitchen, Brook started playing Santa is coming to town melody as the holiday season finally started here.

#straw hat crew #one piece strawhats #straw hat pirates #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #aik's journey #one piece fluff #XmaswithOP

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kyrothebookishdragon · 2 years

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His Favorite Kink Chapter two

A/N; a.h. texts messages are bold italic

s.b. texts are bold

“Wow, Blake you clean up good” JJ comments while I do a little spin.

“Hotch, you ready to go? We still have to get wired and it’s almost seven, which is when the victims all got to the club.”

“Let’s just get this over with.” He says, walking away from where we were all standing. Wow, what’s his problem with me?

Emily must have read my mind, “He takes a while to warm up to people,”

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How are we supposed to act like a trouple if one of us hates the other? He can’t even act like he at least likes me, how is he going to act like he ‘loves’ me? At least I don’t have to dance with him, only Spencer.

Hotch’s pov

How am I supposed to act as if I hate her acting as I love her? The last person I loved, died because of my job. I’m only rude towards her because she’s cute, and I don’t want to catch feelings, as my team as, I’m robotic.

“Come on baby, dance with us,” Sam practically purred in my ear “I know you want to.”

“You guys go dance, I’m going to get us some drinks,” We had called the club beforehand to tell them that we were going to be there so they knew to give us water while making it look like they are serving us alcohol.

While waiting for our drinks I watched as Sam essentially had sex with Spencer on the dance floor, and even after receiving the drinks I couldn’t take my eyes off of the two, I’d feel guilty for staring but since we’re undercover and in a ‘trouple’ I’m allowed to stare. Watching as Spencer puts his hands on Sam I feel jealous, but at the same time I also feel like that while watching Sam grind against him.

I like you watching as Spencer touches me sir ;)

Sam.. she knows I’m watching her? I look up from my phone and see that she’s smiling at me with a knowing look in her eyes.

You do, do you?

Her response was almost instant,

Ofc, b/c I can tell that you want to be in both of our spots, sir

You should come join us Aaron

Can’t, remember the case?

No matter how much I want to join, I can’t not only because of the case but because I’m also their boss

Won’t always be there to use as an excuse hotchner

Sam’s pov

“Hey Spence, after we catch this sonovabitch, wanna come with me to a nightclub? I have an idea for an outfit for you and I bet you would look so hot in it”

“I guess, do I get to know what the idea is?” He’s worried

“Nope”

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We have been at the club for about two hours before the unsub makes himself known to Hotch, Reid and I watch as he talks to Hotch, and occasionally pointing over towards us, “Bet she’s good in bed with him, huh?” I hear the guy ask Hotch through our comms followed by a growl coming from Hotch, that was hot!

“Did he- did hotch just-?” Spencer stutters out in a mix of confusion and lust?

“Uh, yeah I think so?”

“I don’t share very well.”

“That’s fine man, I prefer to watch anyway” okay, ew.

“When do we go for the arrest?”

“Hotch’ll tell us, give him a bit, we need more of a confession for the arrest to stick.”

“Hell, I’ll even tie her up for ya man, while you play with the boy”

“She’s not the type to let someone tie her up without a fight”

“I have many ways to tie a bitch like her up without a fight

“Hotch, can we arrest him now? Sam looks like she’s about to be sick,” Reid asks while basically holding me up because of disgusted I felt listening to this guy talk.

“You need to stop talking about my girlfriend like she’s a piece of meat. She’s a human being.”

“I’ll just go ask them if they want to play with me than man. You’re obviously not in charge here anyway,” he starts to walk over to us but stops “I am now.”

“Now.” Hotch finally tells us to make the arrest, but I can’t even move because of the look on the guy’s face as he’s walking towards me, its as if he wants to kill, then eat me. Or something vile like that...

“Sam? Are you okay?” a voice says taking me out of a trance-like state, “yeah, I’m okay, thank you”

“It’s late, Spence want to take her back to the hotel so you guys can rest? We can handle it from here.” Prentiss suggests “No, I’m okay, I want to help with the interrogation I need to learn and the only way to do that is either watch or be in the room, and I can’t do either of that from a hotel room.”“You can join in on the interrogation, only if you put this on over your top,” Hotch’s voice comes from behind me putting a jacket, his suit jacket from earlier today, over my shoulders, “He seems to like you, so we can use that to our advantage.”

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