Thank You For Your Love And The Joy You Brought Me, Farewell My Friends And Goodbye

Thank you for your love and the joy you brought me, Farewell my friends and goodbye 

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You're All I Want (Eddie Munson x Fem!reader)

summary: you and eddie have been inseparable since the day you met. it isn't until tina's halloween party that you realize something about your best friend.

cw: SMUT(18+ only mdni!) oral (fem receiving), slightly drunk sex, piv, cream pie, soft sex, sweet aftercare. best friends to lovers, mutual pining, eddie being the sweetest to reader and calls her sweetheart, reader overhears things she shouldn't have, swearing, underage drinking, reader wears dresses twice. let me know if i missed anything

On your first day of kindergarten, your mother squeezed your hand and gave you a sympathetic smile.

It was not only your first day in a new school but in a new town and state. Over the summer, your live-in uncle got a job at Hawkins Lab which required you, your parents, and your uncle to move 372.4 miles away from the place you once called home.

Hawkins, Indiana was big and bustling with folks young and old.

It was also new and scary to a small five-year-old you.

“You’re going to be okay, sweetie. I promise.” Your mother crouched in front of you, moving her hands to squeeze your dress-covered shoulders. “But I wanna spend time with you!” You all but cried. “Oh, sweetheart..you can always have your teachers call me if you need me, you know that.”

You nodded, knowing that if you really did need her, there would be a way to reach her.

Just as you went to hug your mom, a boy whizzed passed you both. Colliding with your backpack, causing you two to fall over. Your mother was quick to help the two of you up off the ground. The boy looked at you with wide eyes and began profusely apologizing.

“‘M so sorry! I wasn’t payin’ attention and..and..”

“‘S okay.” You reassured him with a toothy grin.

He’s cute. You thought as you brushed the dirt off your dress. He had short, curly brown hair that was all kinds of scraggly and the cutest brown eyes you’d ever seen. He was only a few inches taller than you were and oh boy was he cute.

He stretched a hand out to you, smiling a bit shyly.

You took his hand in your much smaller one.

“I’m Eddie.”

“Y/N.”

From that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Giggling in sequestered parts of the library to horribly corny inside jokes, him setting aside his “good stuff” for you whenever he saw you were stressed about something and needed to mellow out.

“Eddie I swear to God if you make me go tonight, you're doing my laundry for the next month.”

You jabbed him with your fingernail when he handed you that familiar bright orange flier for Tina's Halloween party.

The same party she held every single year.

The same party that would change everything.

“Oh come on, sweetheart. You need to relax. Come on please?” He used his soft brown eyes to his advantage whenever he could. He knew you would break. He knew you.

“Okay! Fine!” You gave in. Sighing in defeat as Eddie pumped his fists in victory. He looked far too smug for his own good as you rolled your eyes.

“You won't regret it, sweetheart. I promise.” He reassured you when he saw concern flash briefly in your eyes. You trusted him, you always had and probably always would.

The rest of the day flew by before you could blink.

“I was thinking we could do a matching costume. Like you could be an angel and I could be a demon because well, y’know it matches us?” Eddie suggested as you headed to his van after the final bell. You couldn’t help but scoff at the idea. Matching costumes were for couples and as far as you were concerned all you and Eddie would ever be was friends, best friends.

“Eds, we so aren’t doing matching costumes. I mean..” You swallowed before you could finish your sentence, catching a glimpse of Jonathan Byers sitting alone on the hood of his car. You had said all of three words to the eldest Byers ever and they were, “He’ll be okay.” when his brother, Will, went missing.

Eddie seemed to notice that you were distracted so he gently pulled you back to your conversation. “You were saying, sweetheart? We aren’t doing matching costumes because….?” He urged you, wanting to know why two best friends couldn’t match. Little did he know that was the reason. The two of you were best friends and deep down, you didn’t think you were ever gonna be more than that.

“You know what? Fuck it.”

You said, giving up.

Giving in.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart stutter as Eddie smiled brilliantly and hugged you tightly.

Yeah, you were fucked.

Eddie managed to convince you to dress like some Lord of The Rings character, Arwen, you think her name was. You honestly couldn’t remember as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The floor length, sage green, bell sleeve dress fit you like a glove, hugging you in all the right places.

“Damn, sweetheart. Any fantasy freak would faint at the sight of you. You look incredible.”

Eddie smirked as you left the bathroom, revealing your costume to him. You felt your insides get all fluttery with butterflies like before when he had hugged you in the middle of the school parking lot.

What the hell was happening?

Why was your heart practically leaping out of your chest?

It didn't matter now as Eddie finalized some things before nearly dragging you to his van and soon you were off to the party. You kept stealing glances at him as he drove. It was impossible not to. He looked good, really good. Had he always looked this good?

You didn't have much time to dwell on the fact that you thought your best friend looked incredible because the last thing you remembered was him opening the door for you and told you this was going to be a night to remember.

About an hour and a half and two beers bubbling in your stomach later, you had managed to lose Eddie. He had promised you he'd be right back but that was twenty minutes ago.

You staggered around the party until you hear a ruckus coming from the kitchen. You stood silently as you watched Steve Harrington and his perfect girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler seemingly having an intense conversation. Nancy stormed off into a nearby bathroom and Steve followed behind her rather quickly.

That's one place to have sex. You had thought to yourself as you walked passed the bathroom. Through the door, you could hear them arguing even more and the word bullshit being used by Nancy. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop on them so you slithered away.

You heard the door fly open behind you but you didn't pay any attention to it because Eddie snuck up behind you. "I'm so sorry about that, sweetheart. Got a bit caught up in some stuff." He looked at you apologetically as your hearts did summersaults at the same time.

He carefully took your hand in his and led you away from the party, guiding you up the stairs to an empty bedroom. Once you were in the room, he flicked on the light and his eyes darkened.

"You look so beautiful in that dress, sweetheart. Saw a lot of people staring at you tonight, can't blame them though. You're a real knock out."

He whispered in your ear, and your cheeks warmed up at his words.

"Thank you, Eds..." God, you wanted to kiss him but there was an unspoken rule that best friends don't kiss but that didn't stop you from inching closer and closer to him until you were practically nose to nose.

"May I kiss you, sweetheart? Please let me kiss you, I might die if I don't.."

Eddie's pleading voice was the last thing you heard until you were kissing. It started off innocently but soon he couldn't get enough of you so he carefully led you to the bed. He kissed you with such an undeniable need and desire. With your permission, he removed your dress and tossed it aside.

His hands gripped into your skin as his lips trailed down your body until he reached the waistband of your underwear. The same sage green color that matched your dress. Eddie audibly groaned at the sight.

You burned with need for him, sputtering out your verbal consent to Eddie and that was all he needed as his fingers quickly removed the fabric that separated him from your wet pussy.

You barely had the chance to say anything as he began to pleasure you with his tongue and fingers. Your mind could barely process the fact that your best friend was pleasuring you in such an intimate manner and at a party of all places.

Moans and whines of his name tumbled from your lips like a prayer as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. The cry of his name when you reached your peak was the most beautiful sound Eddie had ever heard.

"I'll never get tired of hearing you like this, sweetheart.."

He groaned as he rapidly removed his pants and boxers before standing at your entrance.

"Eddie..please.."

You begged and soon he filled you up. His cock nudged that sweet spot so deep inside of you. The pleasure and chemistry between the two of you was incredible and undeniable.

"Fuck..I'm already so close.. 'm sorry, sweetheart. You just feel so good.." Eddie rasped in between grunts and groans of pleasure. "That's okay..let go for me, Eds..let go.."

You had climaxed at the same time, the sounds of your names filled the air. In exhaustion, he collapsed on top of you.

"You doing okay?" He asked, voice sweet like honey. "I'm brilliant. Are you?" You inquired, your hand running through his hair.

"I'm amazing. I've been wanting that for so long but I was so scared that you didn't feel the same way about me."

"Eddie, I've loved you since we were kids. I always have and always will.."

He kissed you sweetly after that, then made sure you went pee before cuddling into you on the bed. The two of you knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be. Here in each other's arms and it was absolutely perfect.

Our Minds Entwined------------------------

ch 1, ch 2

Aaron Hotchner x Original Character x Spencer Reid

in which jason gideon's daughter joins the fbi as the newest youngest member

Chapter One:

The bar was abuzz with the kind of infectious energy that only comes from a group of friends riding the high of a celebratory night out. In the center of it all was Evelyn Gideon, her laughter a melody that seemed to turn heads and draw smiles even from strangers. She was the embodiment of sunshine—her allure as undeniable as the curves she carried with effortless grace.

Evelyn raised her glass, her eyes sparkling with excitement and liquor. "To new beginnings and breaking ceilings," she toasted, her voice carrying over the crowded room.

Her friends echoed the sentiment, "To Evelyn, the FBI's newest and brightest!"

As they sipped their drinks, the conversation flowed easily, touching on memories, aspirations, and the occasional playful banter about the 'aesthetically pleasing' aspects of her new job.

Evelyn leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, "You know, I've had my fair share of late-night googling and let's just say the FBI isn't all work and no play. They've got some serious eye candy too."

Her friends giggled, urging her on, and she obliged, a little tipsy from the copious amounts of wine. "There's this one agent, my boss, Aaron Hotchner. Oh, and another, Spencer Reid. They're like the real-life versions of those FBI recruitment posters. So hot, it's criminal."

The group erupted into laughter, unaware that just a few tables away, two men had paused their conversation, a knowing look exchanged between them. They said nothing, just an awkward cough as they went back to their drinks.

Spencer's eyes met hers briefly before averting his gaze.

Aaron's expression was unreadable as he scoffed, "Interns."

The laughter from Evelyn's table continued to ripple through the bar, a stark contrast to the muted tones of conversation at the agents' table. Spencer's eyes flickered back to his drink, the ice clinking softly as he swirled the glass, a thoughtful expression on his face. Aaron, meanwhile, maintained his stoic facade, though the corners of his mouth twitched in a suppressed smile.

Evelyn, buoyed by the warmth of the wine and her company, leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting across the room. She caught Spencer's eye again, realization drawing on her face, and this time he held her gaze, an unspoken challenge passing between them.

One of her friends nudged her, her eyebrows raised in amusement. "He's cute."

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with the implications. "I think that's my new boss and colleague."

Evelyn, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and her earlier comments, caught the agents' glance and felt a sudden wave of embarrassment wash over her. She fumbled with her purse, her laughter trailing off into a nervous giggle.

"Uh, I just remembered, I have an early meeting tomorrow, and I should really get going," Evelyn stammered, avoiding eye contact with the table of agents. Her friends, sensing her discomfort, offered her quick hugs and understanding nods as she made her hasty retreat.

As Evelyn vanished into the crowd, Aaron and Spencer's attention was momentarily captured by the bar's TV, where a breaking news segment flashed across the screen. They leaned in, their focus on a case they'd been following, the world around them fading into the background.

When they finally turned back, expecting to find the lively group still immersed in their celebration, they were met with the sight of an empty chair where Evelyn had been. A twinge of disappointment flickered across their faces, though neither would admit it aloud.

Spencer cleared his throat, "Well, interns are always full of surprises," he remarked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Aaron nodded, his gaze lingering on the now quieter table. "Indeed. But let's not forget, we were all there once," he said, raising a glass in a silent salute to their beginning memories.

"Statistically speaking," Spencer began, his voice barely above the murmur of the bar, "the chances of us overhearing a conversation about ourselves in such a setting are quite slim."

Hotch couldn't help but chuckle at Spencer's comment. "And yet here we are," he added, the hint of a smirk betraying his amusement.

—

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Evelyn's sleep softened face as she awoke to the chirping of birds and the distant hum of the city. She lay in bed for a moment, her mind a whirlwind of memories from the night before. The laughter, the wine, the unexpected encounter with Dr. Reid and Hotchner.

She was Jason Gideon's daughter, a fact that filled her with pride yet weighed heavily on her. At 23, she was young to be joining the FBI, especially the BAU, and she felt the pressure to prove herself as more than just a legacy hire.

Evelyn sat up, pushing back the covers as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Today was the day. Her first day at the BAU. A mix of excitement and nerves bubbled within her, but there was something else too—a hint of mortification. She couldn't shake the memory of calling her new boss and coworker hot within earshot. She hoped against hope that they hadn't overheard.

With a deep breath she rose and made her way to the mirror. She took pride in her appearance, and today was no exception. She chose her outfit with care, professional yet undeniably her.

As she applied her makeup, each brush was an attempt to paint away the embarrassment of last night. She styled her hair, letting it fall into soft waves around her shoulders. We one last glance in the mirror, she was ready.

Evelyn grabbed her gun and badge, the weight of them both a reminder of the responsibility she was about to undertake. She was a member of the FBI now, and she had a role to play.

—

Evelyn's heels clicked against the polished floors of the FBI building, a steady rhythm that matched her racing heart. She drew a deep breath, letting her bubbly personality shine through her nervous smile as she passed through the security checkpoint. She didn't spot Hotch or Dr. Reid, a small mercy that allowed her to collect herself without the weight of their gazes.

The first day formalities were a blur—ID photos, paperwork, and the endless maze of hallways. It was all so technical and impersonal, yet it was the gateway to her dream.

Then, a beacon of light, she spotted Penelope Garcia. They had connected over an online forum for crime fiction enthusiasts, bonding over plot theories and character developments. Garcia's vibrant attire and smile were just as welcoming in person.

"Penelope!" Evelyn greeted, her voice a mix of relief and excitement.

"Evelyn! Honey, you're even more stunning in person!" Garcia beamed, pulling her into a hug. "Welcome to the BAU family!"

As they chatted, Garcia led her to the bullpen, where Evelyn was introduced to the team. Emily Prentiss's firm handshake and measured smile spoke of strength and understanding. JJ's friendly nod and Derek Morgan's charming grin were disarming, making Evelyn's nerves ease slightly.

"So you're the prodigy Gideon was always bragging about," Morgan teased, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

Evelyn laughed, the sound light and genuine. "I hope to live up to at least half the hype," she replied, her tone playful yet sincere.

Prentiss leaned in, her voice low but encouraging. "We've all heard great things about you, Evelyn. We're glad to have you on board."

"And we'll make sure you find your footing," JJ added, her smile reassuring.

The warmth of the welcome eased the knots in her stomach. She was a part of the team, surrounded by legends, and yet, they made her feel like she was one of them—bright, capable.

"Gideon."

The newfound calm in Evelyn's stomach vanished as swiftly as it had arrived when she heard her last name echo across the bullpen. The authoritative tone of Aaron Hotchner snapped the easy atmosphere like a taut wire. She turned, her heart hitching as she met his gaze. For a fleeting moment, she saw the mask of his composure slip, a flicker of surprise that quickly schooled into neutrality. "A word, please?"

Derek couldn't resist the opportunity for a quip. "Don't keep the man waiting, he's not known for his patience," he said, eliciting a round of chuckles from the team.

Evelyn's heart pounded as she approached Hotchner's office, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts seeming to rest on one—he was going to confront me about what I said. She stepped inside, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

Hotchner's office was a stark contrast to the lively bullpen, its walls lined with commendations and case files. He gestured to a chair.

"Good morning, Evelyn," Hotchner began as he motioned her into his office. "Please, have a seat."

She moved past him, her senses heightened, astutely aware of the shift in his demeanor. As she settled into the chair, she caught him glancing at a file on his desk, his eyes momentarily distracted.

"I didn't expect you to be so..." he started, his gaze lifting to meet hers.

"Young?" Evelyn filled in, her voice a mix of confidence and self-deprecation, butterflies filling her stomach. "I get that a lot, but I assure you it won't affect my performance, sir."

In his mind, Hotchner corrected himself, Attractive, but he let the thought pass unspoken of course, cursing himself for even thinking it. "Of course," he said aloud. "Your age isn't a concern. Your qualifications speak for themselves."

He leaned back, interlacing his fingers as he regarded her. "As a new member of the BAU you'll be expected to undergo a period of observation. You'll accompany the team on cases, but your involvement will be limited until you've completed your training."

Evelyn nodded, absorbing every word.

"You'll be assigned a mentor," Hotch continued. "Dr. Reid will take on that role. He'll guide you through our protocols and procedures."

"I'm ready to learn and contribute, sir." Evelyn responded earnestly.

He had been called "sir" by many, but when the word left Evelyn's lips, it was as if he heard it for the first time. He caught himself staring at the lips at which the words came from, snapping his focus back to her eyes.

Hotchner's expression softened ever so slightly. "I believe you are. And remember, this team is a family. We rely on each other's strengths to face what most can't even imagine."

With a final nod, he stood, signaling the end of the meeting. "Welcome to the BAU, Agent."

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self care is picturing yourself wearing a long dress whilst holding a sword at the seaside

loved this so much, the ending was hilarious

home alone

pairing: argyle x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.1k

summary: Hopper, your father, is going on a date, while El is going to hangout with her friends as well. Leaving you home alone with the company of Argyle.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ minors dni), 69ing yup, pwp

a/n: okay this isn't the fic for the 50 follower special but someone requested this like two days ago and I wanted this one out too. requests are open <3

Your father, Hopper, was going on a date with Joyce. He was pacing around the house, stressing out on what to wear. You and El were in your room, having a sister bonding moment. She was applying makeup onto you, experimenting with different things. You don't mind, you just want to get as much time as possible with her. El was about to leave to go hang out with Will and Mike, who was staying at the Byers house while down in California for a bit. That left you home alone with Argyle. 

“Hey, tell me does this look good?” Your father asks opening your door. He was wearing a navy henley shirt and khakis. “It’s cute, I guess.” You say hoping that it sounds convincing. 

“It is very cute.” El says as she continues to put makeup on you. “Dad, you look fine, don’t even worry about it.” You reassure. He huffs out in acceptance and calms down. “El, you ready to head out?” He asks, enthusiastically she got up from your bed and made her way to the door. 

“Is that kid you call a boyfriend coming over?” You could feel the tension in the room all of sudden as you reach to grab a makeup wipe. 

“His name is Argyle, Pops,” you say as you begin to wipe off the makeup, “and yes, he is.” Hopper thought he could have a heart attack. His kid with another kid in a house unsupervised! He might die from the thought of it. “Don’t sweat it, we’re just going to watch a movie.”

“It better just be a movie or I swear to god–” 

“Dad! You’re going to be late.” You say ushering him out of your room and out the house. You watch as El and him walk to the car and get in. “Use protection!” You call out as your dad rolled down the window and flipped you off. His car backed up from the driveway and made its way to the Byers. Causally, you went to pick up the phone and began to dial Argyle. 

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 You and Argyle were watching some stupid horror movie in the living room. Your head rested on his lap while he sat up. The same cliches would play over and over. Teens doing dumb shit and getting killed for not using one percent of their brain. It’s getting boring. Argyle, for some reason, enjoyed this. Alot. Desperately, you wanted his attention. Slowly, you began rubbing his thigh. You could feel Argyle tense underneath you. 

“Dude.” He mutters. He’d be embarrassed by how quickly he’s getting hard just from the gentle teasing. 

“What, man? I’m just playing around.” You say as you continue. Argyle gave your butt a little slap as you curled onto the couch giggling. 

“Come on, man, your dad is gonna, like, be home any time soon.” 

“That just means we have to hurry.” You purr, taking his hand to head to your room. The two of you head into your room, closing the door behind you. Once inside, you lead Argyle onto your bed and pull down your pants,  leaving your panties for him. “Let me play with you.” You whisper. 

“Bring that ass up here, let me play as well.” He groans. You put your cunt towards his face while yours met his cock. He pushes your panties to the side and begins to attach his lips onto your clit. Your mouth licks up onto his dick. He was getting stiff underneath your touch as you took your time on him. You wanted this to last as long as possible. Stroking him while sucking his tip, you skillfully moved your tongue onto his tip. Finally, you opened your mouth a bit more, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth. He licks eagerly onto your clit, rubbing softly with his tongue. 

You moan onto his dick as he continues licking. He bucks his hips a bit causing you to gag a bit, you pull him out of your mouth to get a breather. “That’s not very nice.” You pout.

“I’m sorry,” he moans. “ Let me make it up to you.” He wraps his arms around your legs and pushes you down to his face. It catches you by surprise as he laps up your cunt. You could feel yourself dripping onto his face as he begins to dip his tongue into you. You don’t want to feel selfish so you reach down and begin to stroke him. You drip spit onto your hand as you begin to pick up the pace. 

He sucks on your clit and brings his hand to your cunt, inserting them in. A moan leaves your throat as he begins to curl his finger inside. He quickens his paces and adds another in, curling in a rhythm. The sound of your moans and your wetness feels the room, the familiar coil coming back again. Argyle could eat you up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was his favorite thing. You could feel yourself reaching your high as your toes curled. You reached for his cock. Knowing that he was about to cum himself as his stomach kept on tensing,and massaged it quickly.

“Cum for me babe.” You moan out for him. His eyebrows furrowed as he thrust into your hand, releasing his seed into your palm. You lift your hand up to your mouth and lick his cum off.This doesn’t stop him though from eating you out. He wants you to come from his mouth. His arms that are wrapped around him makes you move onto his face, riding it ever so slightly. The lustful noises of sucking and moaning fills the room as his only mission left is to make you cum. Your thighs clench around his face as you instantly meet your high. You whine as you release onto his face. Argyle swore he nearly drowned. 

Suddenly, you hear the car door slam. Your head snaps to your door as you come back to reality, too quickly for you liking. A string of curse words leave your mouth as you get off of Argyle’s face. You grab a towel quickly and toss it to him. 

“My dad is back!” You whisper–shout. Argyle’s sense came back as he quickly wiped his face. You quickly find your pants while Argyle was situating himself. You dad though was in the house now with El following suite behind him. He sees the tv still on with the menu screen of the film the two of you ‘watched’. Hopper notices your door closed and this strikes a nerve for him. He starts his way to your room and opens the door. Once he did, he saw Argyle sitting at the edge of the bed with you braiding his hair. A cold breeze fills the room as the open window allows it through. 

“Hey, Mr.Hopper dude.” Argyle says with a smile on his face. “Hey dad, how was the date?”