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— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 & 𝒊 | 𝒆. 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔

mean neighbor!ellie x sunshine fem!reader, angst / fluff / hurt + comfort, modern!au warnings: language / 18+ content (mdni!), wc: 5k

you have a hot new neighbor…too bad she doesn’t want a thing to do with you!

tagging those who commented / liked my previous interest post!: @loversreligion , @tahni-04 , @parrotpeggy , @acnologiasgf , @maybe-cece (happy birthday gemini queen ! <3)

an — first time writing for ellie ! content warnings include oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving). not my first time writing 18+ content, but my first time posting eeek. i apologize for the person ellie has turned me into lmaooo. feel free to send me more ideas, blurbs, hcs, etc.

neighbor!ellie who moves in on a hot sticky july day.

ac’s busted in the common areas, elevator hasn’t worked in weeks, and she’s moved into a unit on the fifth floor.

neighbor!ellie who’s admittedly too far gone and incredibly irritated because jesse keeps fucking around and they almost drop her flat screen on the third flight of steps.

neighbor!ellie who finally gets most of the boxes and furniture settled and doesn’t even get to collapse on the couch for .2 seconds before someone’s knocking on the door.

yanks the knob so hard, the door rattles on its hinges.

eyes narrow when she sees you, all neat, not sweaty, dressed in an outfit definitely not indicative of a night in. only makes her even more annoyed because she just wants two seconds of peace.

“yes?” her tone is sharp, gaze bored because your lips part thrice before the words are spilling out.

“i know it’s miserable out, and this building can be a piece of shit, so i made some blackberry tea!”

neighbor!ellie who gives the glass, beaded with condensation, a brief glance before crossing her arms over her chest.

“i’m allergic to blackberries,” ellie says flatly.

your round eyes widen impossibly before tucking the glass behind your back.

“oh fuck, i’m so sorry,” you babble. “i have peach! or maybe mint? i—”

“i’ll pass.”

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t beat around the bush and makes a move to close the door because she hadn’t even checked into the conversation.

“if you ever need anything, i’m right next door!” you chirp. “i’m-”

“yup, yeah, got it. good night.”

and the door is shutting in your face.

neighbor!ellie who’s trying to sleep in because she stayed up all night playing tekken 4 with jesse jolting awake when she hears three soft raps against the front door.

has an inkling of who it could be so she’s only mildly surprised when she sees you standing on the welcome mat that says ‘no weenies allowed’ because jesse thought it was the funniest thing (ellie’d been only slightly amused).

“morning,” you smile.

you have a plate covered in foil in your hands and ellie gives you a brief onceover to find that you’re dressed to the nines again (admittedly it’s just a simple sundress, but the red and white ginham cuts at the meatiest part of your thighs and she has to remind herself to keep her eyes up).

“it’s…” ellie trails off, glances at the clock on the oven to find that it’s not even 9am. “…8:52am on a saturday morning.”

“it is,” you agree, extending the plate to her. “i, uh, hope you’re not allergic to pancakes?”

“…i’m not.”

you beam.

“great!”

you’re shoving the food in her hands before she can decline and ellie finds that the ceramic is still warm.

neighbor!ellie who awkwardly holds the plate up to you as a silent thanks and shuts the door in your hopeful face.

“i gotta give it to you williams, didn’t think you’d pull within 24 hours,” jesse mutters groggily from the couch he’d helped her lug up the stairs yesterday afternoon.

“oh fuck off,” she huffs, tearing the foil from the plate to find a five-stack of fluffy pancakes with two cute little strawberry-shaped containers that has butter and syrup respectively.

“who’s it from?” jesse asks, even though he knows the answer.

“girl in 5a.”

first bite in and ellie’s eyebrows raise because wow, that’s damn good.

jesse swipes a bite despite ellie’s protests and they polish off the matching plate that she puffs a laugh at because there’s a strawberry bandit painted in the center and in shoddy lettering says, “this is a strobbery”

neighbor!ellie who surprises you by washing and returning the plate later that evening, muttering out a quick thanks before ducking back into her apartment without another word.

she leaves you blinking, staring at the space she was previously standing in a moment prior before you smile and shut the door because god ellie is so hot.

neighbor!ellie doesn’t expect it to become a routine, but more often than not, you’re knocking on her door at any given hour with snacks and she’s surprised when, a week and a half in, she’s had to do minimal grocery shopping because you’re always feeding her.

little does she know it’s because you’re looking forward to the brief moments that she’s unintentionally banging on your door to return your plates and dinnerware.

neighbor!ellie who’s a mechanic and brings your goodies to work sometimes and gets teased by the other mechanics because they think she has a girlfriend.

neighbor!ellie who after revealing she works in a garage starts opening up her front door to little reusable bags with cute notes and food puns if your schedule’s don’t line up.

neighbor!ellie whose schedule does end up frequently aligning with yours and you end up taking the same elevator down.

“morning, ellie,” you greet, smiling softly at her despite being up at the asscrack of dawn.

neighbor!ellie who yawns, takes the lunch you made for her gratefully and walks with you to the elevator.

“morning, 5a.”

neighbor!ellie who could get used to only seeing you in the fifth floor halls, however, after a few weeks, you stumble upon her in different circumstances.

you’re usually out on your balcony in the early mornings to water your plants and drink your tea or coffee, but today’s been exceptionally rough at work (you’re, surprise, a café owner) so you step out to take a deep breath late in the evening after your shift.

you definitely don’t expect to find ellie perched on a stool flicking the ash from a blunt over the railing.

“‘sup,” she hums, taking a long pull.

“hey,” you sigh.

“long day?” she humors you.

the two of you don’t really have much conversation because ellie’s always finding ways to cut interactions with you short.

and it’s not particularly because she doesn’t like you, but she’s caught the vibe you’re giving off and she doesn’t want to give you any unnecessary hope, especially after such a messy break up with the last girl.

(it’s definitely not because something about you makes her nervous).

so she doesn’t really expect you to spill, but one moment you’re debating whether or not you should divulge and the next you’re talking a mile a minute about how draining the job can be especially when employees end up being unreliable and the customers are impatient.

ellie’s gone through the entire joint and you still haven’t stopped talking and she doesn’t want to be mean, especially because you’ve been so nice to her since she’s moved in, but the high is wearing off because she’s too focused on finding an out of the one-sided conversation.

“you should come by,” you say, once you’re done babbling. “to the café, i mean. bring your friends, i’ll stay open a little later for you guys.”

that catches ellie’s attention after she’d zoned out.

“i— you don’t have to do that,” she says. “and i mean, we’re all pretty busy and—”

“no, no!” you say sweetly. “i insist! i wanna test out a few new seasonal recipes and i’d love some opinions!”

ellie’s wracking her brain, but you’re looking at her so hopefully and you look too cute with a few strands of hair falling from your updo. she really doesn’t want to give in, so she gives a lukewarm response instead.

“i’ll, uh, get back to you, i guess.”

you’re grinning.

“try to clear saturday night!” you tell her. “sometime around 9:30!”

ellie opens her mouth to give one last protest, but you’re standing from where you’d been leaning against the railing.

“it’ll be fun!” you tell her. “night, ellie!”

neighbor!ellie who really doesn’t want to go because she feels like it’ll only add fuel to the fire.

the beginning of the week rolls around and you decide that this’ll be the week you’ll finally ask ellie out.

you figure that ellie’s just really quiet, isn’t the one to really put herself out there, so you wanna take initiative.

you’re thinking of all the different recipes you could try because you really wanna wow her and her friends.

little does ellie know that you’re lowkey agonizing over saturday and it’s all you can think about: what you’ll wear, what pairings you want to present, how you’ll decorate the cafe.

meanwhile, ellie’s trying to find a way out of it and jesse’s not any help because he keeps teasing her about how she must be broken for not wanting her hot neighbor who has a glaringly obvious crush on her.

everyone on the whole floor, possibly even the whole building knows. hell, even the doorman knows (and it’s definitely not because you stop to chat with him frequently when you walk your little beagle, apple, and ellie becomes a frequent topic of conversation).

neighbor!ellie who starts avoiding you because she fears that her being receptive to your kindness is giving you the wrong idea (definitely not because you’re growing on her and you’re becoming a part of her daily routine).

neighbor!ellie who sees you twice the entire week, doesn’t answer the door when you knock, stuffs your cute little post-its about saturday somewhere in the back of her junk drawer, smokes her blunts on the roof to avoid running into on the balcony.

neighbor!ellie who spends most of her time at the garage with jesse and her coworkers in efforts to get home after you do.

you figure that maybe she is really busy and you shouldn’t have been so pushy about the tasting, but you’ve grown to really like her and you can’t give this up without officially giving it a shot.

neighbor!ellie who ducks out of her apartment when she knows you’re out on saturday and leaves her lights off, so you’ll know she isn’t home.

neighbor!ellie who spends the day with jesse and his girl and gets invited to a kickback on the otherside of town.

neighbor!ellie who’s about two joints in and a couple shots out, so she’s crossed by nine and you completely slip her mind.

you’re on the other side of town, about a block from your apartment, waiting in the cafe for ellie.

you made such a pretty spread of lavender matcha cookies and lemon muffins. used your special espresso roast to brew a delicious batch of coffee to make a few lattes.

you’d even bought flowers from next door, decorated the table and light a few candles.

it’s 9:45 and you think that she’s gonna be late, but time’s passing and the pastries are going stale, the coffee going lukewarm.

it’s 10:30 when you start losing hope.

probably 11:30 when you blow out the candles, box up the treats and throw the espresso in the cooler for some iced coffee tomorrow morning.

you should’ve seen it coming, really. she did say that her and her friends were typically busy. and she hadn’t officially confirmed it with you either so you were being rather presumptuous anyways.

you decide that maybe you’ll just drop them by her place tomorrow and ask her to lunch!

it’s about midnight when you walk up the sidewalk and see that her LEDs are on in her room. it vaguely smells like weed so you figure she’d been smoking a little.

you don’t wanna bother her so late at night so you enter your own apartment, set the box on the kitchen island before padding into your room to get ready for bed.

you should’ve seen it coming, ellie standing you up, but what you don’t see coming, or hear, for that matter, are the muffled moans through the paper thin walls.

you’d been used to hearing ellie cuss at her video games, heard her getting better at playing the guitar, bickering with jesse over who got to be who during smash bros, but this was new.

you’d never heard the voice before, pitched and whiny.

your cheeks warm because whatever ellie’s doing must be good. you can’t even find it in yourself to be relieved that ellie was interested in girls. you’d initially been scared that maybe you were reading into it all wrong.

regardless, obviously you’d read everything way way wrong because ellie’s mouth is filthy and there’s no misconstruing the fact that she’s fucking someone six ways to sunday and you can hear every gory detail.

your stomach is churning because it’s been weeks and you couldn’t even get ellie outside the fifth floor’s hallway.

it’s obvious they’re thoroughly enjoying themselves and the hurt and envy that kindles is an ugly sight to see.

you end up sleeping in the living room that night.

neighbor!ellie who chases the girl out the following morning after a nasty hangover and finally coming to terms with the fact that she’d brought someone home last night.

neighbor!ellie whose stomach drops to her ass when someone knocks on the door a few minutes later and she thinks it’s you, but it ends up being jesse.

“jesus, did 5a do that?” he asks, referring to your apartment number in regards to the fresh hickies blooming up the column of ellie’s throat.

“god no,” ellie says. “how many times do i have to tell you, that’s never happening.”

neighbor!ellie who would never tell a soul that she’d been imagining a certain someone the night prior.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t want to think of anything more than being your neighbor because she’s locked in this lease for the next two years and she’d prefer to not shit where she sleeps.

(yeah, that’s totally it).

“dude why not? she’s obviously so down bad for you,” jesse chuckles, pushing past ellie.

she huffs a breath, defensive.

“god, i don’t know how she isn’t embarrassed, it’s fuckin’ pathetic.”

oh—

you’d heard jesse’s voice, then ellie’s, and figured you could give her the pastries you worked so hard on last night.

you’d always thought that ellie was just naturally aloof, kept to herself often, but last night was the coffin and this morning was the nail.

in the stillness of your apartment, jesse and ellie’s voice carries through the thin walls.

“i mean, you could just fuck her a couple of times, get it out of your system?”

“god, look at her, there’s not a casual bone in her body.”

“you can’t run away from her forever, yknow?”

neighbor!ellie who thinks to herself that she’ll try anyways.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t have to try, because you become an enigma after that.

it’s the middle of the week and she hasn’t had to even try avoiding you once.

you haven’t knocked on her door since the week prior and it makes her brows furrow.

neighbor!ellie who starts feeling bad for standing you up, but feels infinitely worse when she goes to dump some of her trash and finds the carton of pastries you’d baked.

they have your café’s name emblazoned on the logo and she vaguely remembers you chattering about trying lavender in one of your recipes.

she sees the purple food coloring and her heart sinks because why are they in the trash? :(

realizes that she’s fucked up and that maybe she should just be completely transparent with you.

neighbor!ellie who hesitantly knocks on your door and waits patiently for you to answer.

hears shuffling on the other side, but you don’t open up.

neighbor!ellie who tries to convince herself that you’re just busy! work is stressful right now and you’re keeping to yourself.

but you two end up bumping into each other on the elevator (she’d been lurking), and you give her a curt greeting because you’re polite and you realize that ellie doesn’t owe you anything.

“apple’s got a haircut,” she observes, leaning down to pet the pup.

“yeah,” you hum.

“she looks cute,” ellie compliments.

“thanks.”

neighbor!ellie who’s not used to you icing her out, so she takes the leap.

“hey, i wanted to apologize…” she trails off. “about saturday. i shouldn’t have flaked.”

“s’okay,” you say simply, watching as the numbers painfully descend. “you were busy.”

a blanket of silence.

“i’m sure the pastries were great,” ellie tries again. “we could always—”

the elevator dings and the doors part.

“have a good day, ellie,” you say softly, tugging apple by the leash to leave the lift.

neighbor!ellie who swears she hears you sniffling on the other side of the wall later that night, but tries to convince herself that you’ve just got allergies.

neighbor!ellie who thinks of every excuse in the book to try and talk to you, but she ends up freezing because fuck, have you always been this pretty?

neighbor!ellie who buys a succulent and puts it on her balcony. she tries to catch you in the mornings when you’re watering your plants, but it seems like your schedules just don’t align anymore.

neighbor!ellie is frustrated as fuck because she’d been avoiding getting attached, but you don’t knock on her door to deliver snacks or talk her ear off anymore and it drives her absolutely nuts.

neighbor!ellie who gets teased infinitely more at work because her coworkers are now convinced that there’s ‘trouble in paradise’.

“jesus christ, you’re actually pathetic,” jesse rolls his eyes over breakfast one weekend.

“dude, she just…” ellie lets out a frustrated sigh. “i just—”

“you miss her,” he fills in.

ellie turns red.

“fuck you, i don’t—”

“it’s okay to admit it, yknow?” he says. “she’s a lot different from your exes. she’s genuinely sweet, in it because she really likes you.”

ellie swallows, lips pursing.

“you’re soft around her,” jesse observes. “you think that if you give in, she’s gonna uncover parts of you you don’t even let me or joel see.”

“fuck you—”

“for someone who likes bitches you—”

ellie groans.

neighbor!ellie who goes home and rolls a joint because this limbo is stressing her out.

and FINALLY! you’re watering your plants on your balcony when she slides the patio door open and slinks outside.

you don’t say anything to her, just continue watering.

she slumps in her folding lawn chair, kicking her feet up on the railing to feign nonchalance, but you haven’t blinked an eye at her and she’s annoyed.

“been doing alright?” she asks finally.

you freeze for the briefest of moments before glancing at her.

you’ve got bags under your eyes and your lips are pursed and ellie’s heart squeezes.

“yeah,” you answer simply. “fine.”

ellie hums.

“how’s work?”

“same old,” you say, turning your back to her to tend to the plants housed on the other side.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t know what to say. who’s so used to trying to break conversation, not make them.

neighbor!ellie who fidgets because you’re making her nervous. you’re usually so sweet and smiley, but this side of you makes her gut churn.

neighbor!ellie who bites the bullet.

“i’m…i’m off on sunday…” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “if you wanted to— i dunno.”

your back straightens and she thinks you’re gonna bite, but you glance at the sidewalk below and shake your head.

“you don’t have to pretend, you know?” you say softly.

it’s like a punch in the chest and ellie’s scrambling.

“no! it’s—” she realizes she’s shouting. “it’s not like that, i—”

“i’m a big girl, ellie,” you tell her, that stupid little strawberry-shaped spray bottle squeezed tight in your hand. “if i was annoying, you could have just said that.”

and god she feels so fucking awful because this entire time, you’d just been trying to be nice to her. it was a harmless crush and—

“i don’t think you’re annoying,” she argues weakly. “can you…can you look at me, please?”

your head tilts up and ellie realizes that you’re trying to stop yourself from crying.

“god, i really am pathetic,” is your watery whisper.

ellie’s crossing the balcony, fully ready to climb over the railing onto your patio, but you’re quickly dashing away the tears and throwing the sliding door open.

“goodnight,” you tell her, and you’re sealing her out in the humid air.

neighbor!ellie who’s in knots because living next to someone she used to see everyday fucking sucks now that all the two of you are reduced to is straining extra hard to hear your shuffling from the other side of the walls.

neighbor!ellie who stands in front of your door sometimes, wanting to knock, but feeling like she doesn’t deserve closure with you because it’s all her fault.

neighbor!ellie who realizes that the very awkwardness and discomfort she was avoiding to begin with could’ve been avoidable had she just been up front with you.

you were sweet and you were understanding…mature. you would’ve probably taken better to honesty than ellie blowing you off and lowkey being an ass to you.

neighbor!ellie being scolded by jesse after a couple of days pass because he’s beating her ass at smash bros without even trying and it’s hurting his ego.

“are you seriously gonna keep moping over 5a?” he asks after the fourth round won.

“i’m not moping,” ellie grumbles.

“oh c’mon dude,” jesse moans in annoyance. “you and 5a have this dad with four kids who doesn’t want a puppy but ends up loving the shit out of the—”

“i do not love her,” ellie barks.

jesse smirks.

“that’s all you took from that, ellie, seriously?” jesse scoffs.

“i mean, it’s not like there’s much that can be done, anyways,” ellie grunts, tossing the video game controller onto the coffee table’s surface. “she fuckin’ hates me and i don’t blame her.”

“5a does not hate you,” jesse sighs. “her feelings are just hurt, but you can fix it.”

“and how’s that?” ellie crosses her arms over her chest.

“you’re a smart girl, you’ll figure it out.” jesse grabs the discarded controller from the coffee table and shoves it into ellie’s chest. “now put your all into this next round, i’m still gonna beat your ass.”

neighbor!ellie who’s never felt more nervous in her life.

who’s standing a block away from the café you own with a little gift bag and a bouquet of flowers.

neighbor!ellie who’s used to effortless relationships and casual situationships.

neighbor!ellie who’s scared shitless that she’s making the wrong decision giving in like this, but maybe jesse’s right and you’re just what she needs.

neighbor!ellie whose hands shake the entire walk up to the café.

she sees you with your back turned towards the door, probably doing closing inventory or something of the like with the way you scribble quickly against a clipboard.

you look so in your element with your apron tied tight around the narrow of your waist and perhaps now’s not the appropriate time, but your work pants look exceptionally great spread over the—

“i’m sorry, but we’re closed for the evening,” your voice sounds when ellie opens the front door and the chime tinkles against the glass.

“i’ll make it quick,” ellie says quietly, paper wrap around the flowers crinkling as she shifts on her feet.

you whirl around with wide eyes, almost dropping the clipboard when you find your neighbor standing in the middle of your café.

she looks so good in a fitted brown button up rolled to the elbow to reveal the whorls of ink decorating her forearms and skinny jeans that are way too good at highlighting the muscles of her thighs.

“ellie, what are you doing here?” you ask, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“i was, er, in the area?”

one of your eyebrows raise.

“well, is there something i can help you with?” you ask, eyeing the flowers and the giftbag in what ellie can only read as disdain.

it’s like the day you two first met all over again but the roles are reversed. her lips gape once, twice, then three times as she tries to find the words. but ellie’s never been good at talking about how she feels, at being vulnerable.

“i have to close up,” you prod, tone tired. “and whoever you’re visiting after this is probably waiting.”

the words after are a silent insinuation.

god knows i did.

you’re turning on your heel and ellie knows she’s losing you.

“i like you.” she says suddenly.

you freeze, fist tightening mercilessly around your clipboard.

“that’s not funny,” you say stonily. “you don’t have to make an ass out of me for having feelings for you, ellie. i get it, it’s hilarious that your dorky neighbor has a crush on you, but you don’t have to drag it. i’m—”

neighbor!ellie who’s always thought that you talk a tad too much and sets the gifts on the nearest table before crossing the distance between the two of you.

she’s towering over you and you’re looking up at her with furrowed brows as she pries the clipboard from your fingers and kisses you without another word.

“wait, wait,” you whisper, pulling away from her momentarily.

her lips chase yours, one hand splaying over the small of your back as the other cradles your chin.

“i’m sorry,” she says quietly. “i didn’t—”

“i don’t understand,” you admit. “you…you and your friend were—”

ellie shakes her head vehemently.

“i was being stupid,” she says quickly. “it’s—” she sighs. “it’s a long story.”

“but the night of the tasting,” you start. “you brought someone home…i heard you.”

ellie closes her eyes in defeat, rolls her lips as she presses her forehead against yours.

“it was a mistake, you have to believe me,” she pleads softly. “i was drunk out of my mind and high as hell and—”

she stops talking when she sees the expression on your face, notices the way your fingers hover.

“you have every right not to entertain this,” ellie swallows. “and i know i’ve been awful to you, but i…i really like you 5a.”

your head tilts down and ellie’s leaning forward in an effort to keep the eye contact.

“i’m not good at stuff like this,” she confesses. “obviously.”

you breathe out an involuntary laugh.

“but you’re different, really different,” ellie says. “and you make me feel so fuckin’ weird—”

you flinch.

“a good weird!” she assuages. “it’s good. and i really wanna try things with you if you’ll let me.”

you look hesitant, but ellie’s hopeful and you’ve always been a sucker for green eyes.

18+ BONUS

neighbor!ellie really wanted to take things slow with you after officially winning you over, but she can’t really help herself.

she takes you out a week after your heart-to-heart in your café, a nice restaurant you’d chattered about during your elevator rides to the lobby, and she’d been so close to making it through dinner and keeping it appropriate, but the dessert the two of you ordered had strawberries.

needless to say, when you’d taken a bite into the candied fruit and the juice curved down your jaw and slithered between your cleavage, ellie threw a wad of bills onto the table top and dragged you out of the restaurant.

didn’t make it far, ended up at the edge of the parking lot in the back seat of her car with two of her fingers knuckles deep in your heat while she swallowed your moans whole.

neighbor!ellie who takes you to hers after you cum twice and she tastes you for the first time.

“fuck, angel,” she whispers against your clit. “pussy’s too good.”

the sight is a devastating one, your skirt bunched around your waist and your top discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor.

one of your hands bunches her sheets in your fist, the other threaded through her brown hair as she eats you out like she’s absolutely starved.

“that’s it, princess,” she eggs you on, stuffing her fingers and curling against the walls of your spongy cunt. her tongue is sloppy against your little bud and your dulcet moans are buttery soft, absolute music to her ears.

that night seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back because she can’t get enough of you.

especially not when you wear that red and white gingham sundress you’d worn the second time the two of you met.

neighbor!ellie who spends so much time in your apartment now, likes to especially when you’re baking because you wear that stupidly tiny dress in your stupidly tiny kitchen and it takes every ounce of self control to keep her kisses on your exposed shoulders appropriate.

you start kneading the dough and she can’t keep her hands to herself, hooking her jaw into the crook of your neck as her fingers dance under the hem of your dress and ghosts the seam of your thighs.

“y’look so pretty,” ellie hums, tongue darting to lave at the juncture of your jaw and your neck.

“wait, ah!” fingertips trace over your mound and a semi-giddy, semi-disbelieving laugh rumbles from ellie’s chest when she finds you aren’t wearing any panties.

“you’re a dirty girl, angel,” she bites, one arm securing around your waist, the other toying with the slick coating your inner thighs. “what happened to getting work done?”

all you manage is a breathy cry when ellie skips the formalities and taps your clit roughly.

“el—ellie!” you whimper, one of your flour dusted hands wrapping around her wrist as your back arches and your ass presses into her hips.

your body stutters when you feel something nestle between the pert cheeks of your ass.

you throw a surprised look over your shoulder and ellie’s already grinning lazily at you as she continues kissing all over you.

“surprise,” she whispers.

neighbor!ellie who’s so gone. who still constantly gets teased by jesse and her coworkers. who wasn’t willing to admit it at first, but wants absolutely everything to do with you.

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i still look for you.

✩Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Theodore cannot wait to start the next chapter of his life, moving in with you. Alternatively: Memory is a fickle thing.

Warnings: Brief allusion to alcoholism if you squint

Songs: Never find u - Sombr

I bet on losing dogs - Mitski

I wait for you - Alex G

The date reads the 2nd of May, 2002. Theodore looks down at the calendar and for some reason, a horrible feeling of dread pools in his stomach. He can’t exactly tell why.

He shakes it off, yawning lightly as he sits up in bed. He runs a hand through his messy hair, eyes adjusting to the dim morning light as he looks around his now bare room. His feet touch the bedroom floor, and he sits on the edge of his bed for a second, staring off before getting up.

There was no time for zoning out, he had things to be doing.

With a gentle sigh, he pushes himself off the bed, the warmth of the sheets still clinging to his skin. As he pads into the kitchen, his bare feet lightly brushing against the cool floor tiles, he catches sight of the empty firewhiskey bottle on the counter.

A furrow forms between his brows as he reaches for the bottle, his fingers brushing against the smooth glass surface. Memories of the previous night flicker in his mind, hazy and fragmented.

He must have indulged more than usual.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he meanders back to the bedroom, where cardboard boxes lie in disarray. He reaches into one of the unsealed boxes blindly and tugs on the first thing he finds, a grey knitted sweater and a pair of black slacks. He wanders out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth as he tosses the few stray things that lay here and there, things he had forgotten to pack the day before.

Theodore, albeit a little hungover, was thrilled. Today was the day he was due to move into his new apartment with you. You would be meeting him in the evening because you had work, however Theodore had a day off, so he would do the bulk of the moving process in the meantime. He’s just slipping his shoes on when the doorbell buzzes. He walks over to the intercom, buzzing the person in.

Theodore presses the button on the intercom, expecting to hear the voice of the moving truck driver but Instead, there's silence.

Frowning slightly, he presses the button again, but still, there's no response.

Yet another thing to solidify his choice to move out of this shitty apartment, as if the prospect of living with you wouldn’t be enough.

“Get- This- Stupid- Fucking- Thing- To- Work-” Theodore grunts, banging his fist into the intercom. Finally, the buzzing sound rings, and he can see the driver entering the flat through the small camera.

With a resigned sigh, Theodore hurriedly shrugs on his jacket. He jogs over to the door as a knock echoes through the apartment, cursing as he almost trips over a box. Kicking it to the side frustratedly, he opens the door.

"Sorry about the intercom," Theodore apologizes as he reaches the driver. "It's been acting up lately."

The driver nods understandingly, offering a sympathetic smile. "No worries. Let's get these boxes loaded up, shall we?"

They spent the next half an hour carrying the ridiculously heavy boxes down 4 flights of stairs because the elevator had stopped working. Theodore wipes the sweat from his brow as he sets down the last box with a thud, the weight of it nearly causing his arms to tremble. He takes a moment to catch his breath, chest heaving with exertion. He reaches into his pocket and hands the driver what Blaise had informed him to be a form of muggle currency, a flimsy piece of paper with “£50” written on it.

“Thank you for your help,” Theodore says, breathing slightly laboured. The driver was merely doing the job Theodore had paid him to do, but he couldn’t help feeling slightly sympathetic for the clearly older man who had broken out in a sweat by the time they had bought the first two boxes down. The driver frowns as he looks down at the note, then back up at Theodore.

Was it not enough? Had Theodore given him the equivalent of a single sickle?

His misinformed panic quickly subsides when the balding man grins, extending a hand out to Theodore.

“No worries mate. Bit of a drive, isn’t it? How are you getting there?” The man says, and Theodore pales for a second.

What exactly did muggles use again?

“Car,” Theodore blurts after a second, and the man nods, pocketing the £50 note into his shorts.

“Well, I reckon you’ll arrive before me. Should be close to 8 hours, had to tell the missus I wouldn't be home for the day. Had her questioning whether I was working or down at the pub!” He chortles.

Theodore chuckles nervously, feeling slightly out of his element with the man's casual banter. He nods along, trying to appear as though he understands every word, despite the thick accent throwing him off.

"Yeah, the drive should be fine," Theodore replies, forcing a smile. "Thanks again for your help. Really appreciate it."

With a final nod of farewell, Theodore watches as the man heads back to the truck and drives away, leaving him standing alone in front of his old apartment.

Casting one glance around the barren area, he apparates away, appearing in the corridor of his new house in no less than 4 seconds. He truly does pity muggles and their transport, for he couldn't even entertain the idea of having to spend 8 hours trapped in a car.

He walks around the empty house, a small smile tugging at his lips as he imagines the countless things you’d do here. The idea of building a life with you, so grossly domestic, brought a grin to his face.

You had been a saviour to Theodore, a burst of sunlight on a cloudy day.

He can still recall the day he had first met you with frighteningly precise clarity, though to Theodore it was only natural that he did, for he was sure he only started living when he had met you. He was only ever bound to fall deeper in love with you from the very first time he had seen you looking up at him with that slightly lopsided grin that sent shivers down his spine and warmth flooding his chest. It was as if the world had suddenly become brighter, more vibrant, simply because you were in it.

Whether it was studying together in the library, sneaking out for midnight strolls around the castle, or simply sitting in comfortable silence, Theodore found himself falling deeper and deeper under your spell.

He snaps out of his daydreams, looking around as he checks his watch.

15:07

This would be the perfect time to go out and explore the town a bit, perhaps find a supermarket.

The driver was due to get here around the same time you would finish work, and Theodore was sure you’d be exhausted. He decided to make you some dinner, knowing how late shifts at the ministry drained you.

Navigating the winding streets, Theodore takes in the sights and sounds of the town, marvelling at the quaint shops and charming architecture. It's a far cry from the bustling streets of Glasgow, but Theodore finds himself drawn to the peaceful atmosphere of the small town.

After 2 hours of finding himself sidetracked by a variety of different shops, he finally finds a supermarket. He heads in and emerges later with his wallet considerably lighter and a handful of bags filled with an unnecessary selection of snacks, and produce.

It was only a further 3 hours later, after Theodore had procrastinated reading a book as he lay sprawled across the remarkably comfy bed that came in the refurbished apartment that he realised for the abundance of cabinets and chairs that the place came with, there would not be a single pot or pan in sight. How Theodore planned to cook tomato soup without a pan, or a chopping board, or a knife at the very least, was beyond him.

With a begrudging sigh, he accepted the financial loss of having to venture back into town to get the necessary culinary equipment. At least now by the time you’d be back from work, the soup would just about be ready, so you could enjoy it nice and fresh.

With the attention span of a 5-year-old, it was only natural for what should have been a 30-minute store run to turn into a 2-hour shopping spree, but Theodore couldn't help it when he saw a second-hand book store and a florist stand that sold green - yes green - tulips (which so happened to be your favourite flower). Entering the apartment once again having sworn to himself that he is not to spend for the next month, Theodore sets down the bags and rolls up his sleeves, washing his hands as he prepares to cook.

Theodore sets to work, chopping vegetables and simmering soup on the stove. The savoury aroma fills the air, mingling with the scent of fresh herbs and spices. It's a labour of love, preparing a meal for you after a long day, but Theodore wouldn't have it any other way.

Thanks to his admirable procrastination skills, Theodore had managed to pass an impressive 7 hours doing nothing and was only midway through dicing some garlic when a resounding knock echoed through the empty house.

Moving the sizzling pot off the stove, he makes his way over to the door, wiping his garlic-smelling hands on his trousers as he opens the door. The same man stands before him, a truck parked outside as he greets Theodore.

“Cor, smells lovely. Must have gotten here well before me if you're already cooking” The man chuckles, and Theodore nods, fumbling for an excuse.

“Relatively smooth journey.” He nods, haphazardly slipping his shoes on as he follows the man to the empty truck. No longer living on the top floor of a dingy apartment building, the process of moving the boxes was far easier, and no longer than 10 minutes later the driver is (to Theodore's relief), waving goodbye with the large wad of bills clutched in his hands. Theodore sighs as he shuts the door, setting the final box down on top of the coffee table. Boxes lay strewn around the living room, which was connected to the kitchen in an open-plan configuration. Quickly finishing off the last of the cooking so he could leave the soup to simmer, he makes his way over to one of the boxes, ripping at the tape.

He reaches for a picture frame tucked away in one of the smaller boxes. With a tender smile, he carefully removes the frame, revealing a picture of you and him taken during one of your adventures at Hogwarts.

You had just spent the day out in Hogsmeade, and after successfully smuggling 5 bottles of fire whiskey back into the castle, you both sat on the sofa in the common room, a blanket thrown over the two of you. You had a red scarf wrapped around your neck. You loved that scarf, wearing it absolutely everywhere despite Theodore’s protests that you were repping the rivalling house.

You were curled up into Theodore's side, a grin on your face. Mid-laugh, your cheeks and the tip of your nose red as you were looking beyond the camera. It was a simple candid shot taken by Pansy and one that you had found incredibly adorable and immediately framed.

Gently dusting off the frame, Theodore carries it over to one of the shelves in the living room, setting it carefully down.

He hears the sound of the door opening behind him. Turning around, Theodore's heart skips a beat as he sees you standing in the doorway, a tired smile on your face as you kick off your shoes and step inside.

"Hey," you greet him, your voice soft with exhaustion but filled with warmth.

Theodore's face lights up at the sight of you, and he can't help but feel a rush of excitement. Dropping the box he's holding, he rushes over to you, enveloping you in a tight embrace.

"Welcome home," Theodore whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I've missed you."

You return his embrace eagerly, burying your face in his chest as you breathe in the familiar scent of his cologne. It's a comforting embrace, and you can’t help but cling to him a little tighter.

You pull away, a small grin tugging at your lips as you look around your new home.

The space may be filled with boxes and scattered belongings, but it already feels like home with Theodore by your side.

"Wow," you murmur, your eyes wandering around the room. "It looks amazing, Theo. You've been busy."

Theodore beams with pride at your words, his heart swelling with happiness.

"I wanted everything to be perfect for when you got home," he says, his voice filled with affection. "And I thought we could celebrate our new place with some homemade tomato soup."

You can't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. Theodore always knows how to make you feel special, even after a long day at work.

"I love it," you say, crossing the room to wrap your arms around him once more. "And I love you."

You momentarily break away from the hug, reaching over for the ladle, You sneakily take a sip of soup, ignoring Theodore’s gasp of indignation as you groan.

“And I fucking love tomato soup,” You groan, and Theodore can’t help but laugh.

“Go and change. I’ll plate it for us.” Theodore says, moving over one of the boxes labelled ‘Crockery’.

You hum, wandering off to the bathroom. Your voice resounds off the bare walls as you speak.

“Start without me, love. I need to shower and I want to go to bed as soon as possible”

Theodore frowns, ignoring the slight disappointment but agreeing nonetheless. He indulges in a hearty bowl of soup, one set for you on the counter as he leans against the kitchen island.

About 20 or so minutes later, Theodore is washing his bowl, and his attention is drawn to the sound of the bathroom door opening. You emerge, still clad in your work clothes, a tired but content expression on your face. Theodore's eyebrows furrow slightly at the sight, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes.

You had said you were going to shower, so why haven’t you changed? Perhaps you were simply so tired you had forgotten to bring some other clothes, or you didn’t realise. Theodore shrugs it off, far too enamoured by you to ponder on it for long.

You pad into the kitchen as a gentle acoustic melody fills the area, and you look over to see the record player propped up on a still-sealed box, alongside a stack of records. You can't resist teasing him about unpacking the vinyl player first.

"Really, Theo? Out of all the boxes, you had to unpack the record player first?" you tease, a playful glint in your eyes.

Theodore rolls his eyes playfully, but there's a smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you into his arms. "Hey, music sets the mood," he defends himself, swaying you gently in a makeshift dance.

You can't help but laugh at his response, feeling the warmth of his embrace enveloping you.

You shake your head in mock exasperation, but there's a fondness in your gaze as you look up at him.

As the music plays softly in the background, Theodore and you begin to sway to the rhythm, your movements slow and synchronized. The dim light of the kitchen casts a warm glow over the scene, illuminating your faces as you gaze into each other's eyes.

Your hands find their place on Theodore's shoulders, while his hands rest gently on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Theodore's gaze is soft as he looks down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. A small giggle resounds through the kitchen area as he pulls back, hands holding yours as he spins you around.

A small yelp escapes your lips as he dips you, his laughter mingling with yours as you dance with one another. You slow down slightly, resting your head against Theodore's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as you move together. The song slowly fades into the next track, and you pull back slightly, resting your chin on Theodore’s chest as you look up at him.

“It’s perfect. It’s everything we spoke about back when we were at Hogwarts” You murmur, and he smiles softly.

“It is” He whispers against your lips, as he leans down to kiss you.

This. This is what home felt like.

It was simple, but it was belonging, and it was belonging with you.

Theodore yawns, and a small grin tugs at your lips as you look at him.

“Go to bed. I’m gonna quickly eat and sort some things out then I’ll join you.” You reassure, pulling away.

He goes to protest but yawns, and realises that he truly was quite tired. With a sheepish smile, he nods, kissing your forehead as he disappears off to the bedroom.

Around half an hour later Theodore's eyes flicker open at the sound of you entering the room.

You settle under the covers, nestled close to each other, sharing the warmth.

"So, how was your day, love?" Theodore asks, his voice gentle as he strokes your hair.

"It was good," you reply with a soft smile. "Busy, as usual, but nothing I couldn't handle."

Theodore nods, his expression filled with understanding. "I'm glad to hear that. You always handle everything with such grace."

You chuckle softly, feeling a pang of bittersweet emotion tugging at your heart. "Well, you know me, always trying to keep it together."

There's a moment of silence between you, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Theodore feels a sense of longing, as though he is yearning for something he can't quite grasp.

"You know," he begins, his voice barely above a whisper, "We should go out to town tomorrow. I found a nice cafe you’d love.” Theodore mumbles, sleep overtaking him as he fights to keep his eyes open.

You remain silent, running a hand through Theodore's hair as his head rests on your chest.

“We’ll see.” You whisper, reaching over to switch off the bedside lamp.

Theodore frowns, slightly confused. He speaks through his half-asleep state.

“Do you have work tomorrow? It’s a Sunday, you never work on Sundays,” He mutters.

You pause, your heart skipping a beat at his words. A pang of sadness washes over you, but you push it aside.

“We’ll see tomorrow.” You say softly, pressing a kiss to Theodore’s forehead.

Theodore hums, curling into you closer as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“You make it sound like you’re going to disappear.” He mumbles into your neck. A small smile tugs at your lips as you wrap your arm around him and let your eyes flicker closed.

“I love you, Theodore.” You whisper, before you both succumb to sleep.

Dawn breaks, the gentle glow of the morning sunlight casting a serene glow on the bedroom. As Theodore wakes up in the morning he reaches out, sleepily fumbling around for you. His hand reaches out but finds only empty space, the other side of the bed cold. Groggy and disoriented, he blinks away the remnants of sleep, trying to shake off the fog that clouds his mind.

With a heavy sigh, he sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes as he takes in the quietness of the room. It's too quiet, he realizes as if the very absence of sound weighs down on him.

Pushing himself out of bed, Theodore pads across the room, his footsteps echoing softly against the floor. He wanders through the empty house, the silence feeling oppressive now.

“[Name]?” He mumbles out, looking around.

No response.

He frowns. Today was a Sunday. You never worked on Sundays. Surely, if you were working, you would have told him.

His phone pings and he’s momentarily distracted, looking down at his home screen.

Blaise: We’re always here for you. It might not get easier but we’re all here to help. Sending you love.

Theodore frowns, utterly confused. It was such a morbid message from Blaise out of the blue.

He doesn’t have much time to unpack the meaning, however.

Entering the kitchen, Theodore's gaze falls upon the untouched bowl of soup on the counter. Confusion furrows his brow as he approaches it, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach.

"[Name]?" he calls out, his voice echoing in the empty room. There's no response, just the silence that seems to press in on him from all sides.

Becoming more awake now, Theodore's movements become more frantic as he searches the house, calling out your name with increasing urgency. But there's no sign of you, no trace of your presence anywhere.

Panic begins to rise within him, checking each room as your name falls from his lips in desperation.

Stumbling back into the living room, he walks to the corridor but pauses when a glimpse of a white card catches his eye, poking out from the box laying atop the coffee table. He feels inexplicably drawn to it, a nagging feeling telling him to pause his searches for you.

Frowning, he tugs it out of the box, and his eyes roam over the small, A5 sheet of card.

In Loving Memory of [Name] [Last Name]

14/04/1981 - 3/05/1998

oh.

right.

Theodore's heart lurches in his chest as he reads the words on the card, a cold shiver running down his spine.

He reads the dates again, his mind struggling to grasp everything.

Theodore sinks onto the nearest chair, his hands trembling as he clutches the card tightly. Tears blur his vision as he struggles to come to terms with the truth, the weight of his grief crashing down on him with a crushing force.

It all makes sense now. The inexplicable moments of confusion, the nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right. He had been living in a dream, clinging to a reality that no longer existed.

Grief may have been cruel, but love was crueller. Grief made him acknowledge that you were gone, that you had been gone for four years, but love made him think you’d walk through the door any moment with a tired smile tugging at your lips. Love made him think he could cook for you and sit down with you at the end of the long day. Grief made him accept you would never be here again but love? Love made him look for you.

Tears blur his vision as he struggles to come to terms with the reality of your absence, a hollow ache settling in the pit of his stomach. How could he have been so blind, so foolish to believe that you were still here with him?

He feels suffocated by the emptiness of the house, the silence echoing like a constant reminder of what he has lost.

His movements uncoordinated and shaky, he stumbles as he walks over to the kitchen. He haphazardly throws open cabinets as he reaches for the bottle of whiskey, his fingers fumbling as he struggles to twist off the cap. Taking a massive swig straight from the bottle, he welcomes the burning sensation that courses down his throat, momentarily dulling the pain that constricts his airways.

Theodore stumbles back to the bedroom, the bottle of whiskey clutched tightly in his hand. As he navigates through the maze of boxes, he knocks one over, its contents spilling out onto the floor. He curses as he knocks it over, and in a cruel twist of fate, a red scarf is sent tumbling out of the box.

His breath catches in his throat as he picks up the scarf, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric. Somehow, it still carries the faint scent of your perfume, a haunting reminder of your presence that lingers in the air.

“Fuck!” Theodore shouts, smashing the bottle of whiskey against the kitchen counter as he holds onto the scarf.

Curses and shouts of anguish tear from his throat, echoing off the walls of the empty house like a sick symphony . He smashes the contents of the box with reckless abandon, the sound of breaking glass filling the air.

But as suddenly as his outburst began, it comes to an abrupt halt; Theodore's chest heaves with exertion. Panting heavily, he stares blankly at the wreckage around him, the full weight of his actions sinking in.

For a moment, there's only silence, broken only by the sound of his ragged breaths.

He wanted none of this. None of these stupid things, or this stupid house. Everywhere he looked, he was reminded of you. Perhaps it was because everything he did, was for you. Whether you were in this life or the next.

He kicks the scattered mess around him, walking off to the bedroom.

Tears well up in Theodore's eyes as he collapses onto the bed, clutching the scarf to his chest with a desperate grip. His body racks with sobs as he holds onto the memory of you tightly, and he can only pray that he’ll wake up and you’ll be there.

Grief may have been cruel, but love was crueller. And with the way Theodore loved loves you, he was only ever bound to such a miserable demise.

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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

HOUR FOURTEEN

in which eddie finally offers you an honesty hour. which is great, until you learn you've bit off more than you're capable of chewing. (oh, and we find out more of what happened at steve's infamous party)

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, eventual smut, upside down does not exist, minors dni

→ wc: 5k+

→ a/n: there is still one more bit of the memory left for steve's party!! i broke it into three bits because otherwise it would be too long as one giant clump lol. sorry this is being posted so late... but hey! it's here! see y'all again thursday lol thank you to everyone for continuing to be so kind about this story and show it so much love

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SIX MONTHS EARLIER

It’s Eddie. You only know because when Nancy opens the door, she greets him loudly, letting her drunken squeal echo down the hallway and into the kitchen.

“Munson! Finally!” her voice carries, and you fight the urge to try and move to peek through the doorway to see him, “Took you long enough!”

Eddie's voice is too quiet for you to hear his reply. He’s not drunk, not fueled by reckless decisions and overflowing affections like most of the other friends were already.

There’s a terrible twisting in your gut at his arrival, and you know it shows across your face when Robin looks at you apologetically. As if for a moment, they had forgotten they way you and Eddie avoided each other. As if for a moment, they had all pretended that the entire group could convene and it could be easy, and that was on them instead of you or Eddie. But it wasn’t on them. That blame could never fall on them.

It was on Eddie, you decided. He was the one who more ardently avoided you rather than vice versa. He was the one with a sharper tongue between the two of you, always snappy, always irritated with you. It was on Eddie. It should be on Eddie.

Except, you still felt bad about the Chrissy ordeal. He may have acted as if he disliked you for no reason before, but now he was hating you with reason. You can’t blame him; you’d do the same thing. If he ruined a date like that, stomped all over possible potential and threw it away without even considering your feelings involved, you’d be out for blood.

You sort of needed to apologize, and needed to apologize soon.

“Eddie, my man!” Argyle calls out from the couch. It captures your attention just in time to look over and watch as Eddie enters the room, his back facing you, his shoulders slack beneath his leather jacket.

He’s relaxed. You’re immediately sure that he doesn’t know you’re here yet.

“Hey, man,” he greets with a gravelly voice, an edge of fatigue to it you’re familiar with. It’s the kind of tiredness that follows long weeks, as you two had spoken about that first night. For a second, you wonder if he’s still having those. And if he is, how often they happen, if he ever comes home from them and thinks about that night, if he has anyone to call when it’s late and they haunt him.

You know you don’t. Neither Steve nor Robin are ever awake that late, or at least don’t answer the phone at that time of day, and you don’t feel close enough with the rest of the group to burden them like that.

There had been a time where you would wonder if Eddie could have become that person, if the type of conversation you two had at the bar the first night could ever translate over phone lines. But that time had been early on, and was long dead. It laid in an unmarked grave with all your other ponderings of what a friendship with Eddie might look like.

“We can keep you two apart,” Robin whispers, or at least tries to whisper. She’s loud, “He said he had work and wouldn’t make it. We… We thought he wasn’t going to come, so we invited you instead.”

Oh.

Oh, what a knock to your pride. Robin means nothing harmful of the words, they should be neutral and just an explanation offered to you. But your mind takes them in its grasp and runs, runs, runs.

“We thought he wasn’t going to come, so we invited you instead.”

You’re the backup plan. You see it now, and it sucks, but you press your lips into a cellophane smile that Robin can’t see through in her flurry to distract you with an offering of you two plus Steve having another round of drinks. You decide to take a straight shot of the nearest bottle of vodka, swallowing it down to drown your already sinking heart. You fake laugh when Steve tells bad jokes, you make up lies about your dates of the last few weeks, deciding you no longer care if you add in more details to look less pathetic.

You’re the backup plan. So you’re sure they won’t notice when you spin a new version of yourself.

This version of you that spews from your lips has gotten lucky more times in the last month than you have in the last year. This version of you is always the one having the last say in conversations, the one leaving men on read rather than the tables being flipped as they were in reality.

Robin says nothing, even when she notices some of the things you say not aligning with what you’d told her earlier that week. She only side-eyes you as Steve drinks in every detail, only disrupting to suggest another shot.

At some point, she gets too drunk to side-eye you.

“Fuck,” Steve sighs, throwing his head back as he glances out to his living room, where Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, and Eddie have taken to sitting in an oblong circle around on his and Robin’s furniture, “I need some fresh air. Anyone else?”

“Me,” Robin responds so quickly, you would have made fun of her if you didn’t notice the sickly shade of green creeping up on her.

Steve looks at you, raising an eyebrow, but you only shake your head. It makes the room threaten to spin. Maybe, just maybe, you should have slowed your roll with the vodka shots. Maybe.

“I’ll stay in here, hold down the fort,” you promise, letting your eyes fall shut before you inhale deeply through your nose, exhaling softly through parted lips.

No way. You hadn’t drunk nearly enough tonight to excuse getting sick as Robin was seemingly about to.

Robin and Steve leave you be as you compose yourself. You think you hear them extend the offer to everyone in the living room, but you can’t make out who agrees to go and who stays. But as you listen to all the footsteps making their way out the front door, Steve calling out that they’d be back soon, you start to become convinced you’ll open your eyes to an empty apartment.

You open them to an empty kitchen. So far, so good.

But then a voice clears their throat from the living room, just as you pull your phone out of your pocket. You open it to find the cursed dating app still open, your messages with the bartender still staring you back in your face. The bartender you thought you’d hit it off with. The bartender that had stood you up the night before.

Fuck him, you think bitterly as you turn to find Eddie entering the kitchen. Because of course, given your luck, Eddie was the only one who stayed back.

“Those apps fucking suck,” Eddie notes, using the neck of his beer bottle to gesture in the general direction of your phone.

You look between him and the lit up screen for a moment, finding half the mind to click out of the private messages, “You’ve used them in the past?”

“Nope.”

You wait for a second, giving him the chance to elaborate. But he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t, he’s Eddie. If he explained himself to you, that would just be too easy.

“Okay,” you sigh, squinting at the page and past the vodka, trying to fumble your way back onto the screen that would show you eligible bachelors in your area, letting you swipe and judge them by solely looks as if they weren’t actual people on the other side of the phone. As if they weren’t more than a reservoir of attention at your fingertips.

Maybe that had been your mistake with the bartender – you let him become a real person to you.

“Why are you even still on them? I heard you’ve been having a shit time with the guys on there – quite the opposite of what you’ve been telling Harrington tonight, might I point out.”

It’s something in the way he says it. One moment, you’re looking down, ignoring him. The next, you can’t help but lift your head in shock. The words all felt sharpened and poised for a kill, ready for an attack you hadn’t expected so early on in the night.

“I-” you don’t know how to defend yourself. You don’t know whether to stick by the lies you’ve told tonight, or to be concerned with who was telling Eddie about your love life, “You win some, you lose some. It’s the nature of the app.”

Eddie grins and leans on a counter across from you, “You haven’t made it sound like you’re losing at all tonight. I nearly started a drinking game with Nance where we took a swig every time you said you managed to pull another ‘fuck ‘em and leave ‘em’. Quite the body count you’ve got there, player.”

You’re drunk. You tell yourself that’s why you take his words straight to heart – you’re drunk, and therefore, you’re sensitive.

“You’re bluffing,” you snap, “You couldn’t hear me from all the way over there.”

“We could.”

“No, you couldn’t.”

“Yes, we could.”

“You’re lying,” you spit finally, crossing your arms defensively. Your emotions were rising too high, too quickly, and you blame the vodka. You blame the vodka and you blame the drink Steve had made you. You blame the bartender who stood you up. And most importantly, you blame Eddie.

“I’m lying? You’re the one who’s been telling Stevie nothing but lies tonight,” Eddie narrows his eyes at you, as if he expects you to shrink in cowardice when he stands up straight and takes several steps across the kitchen to be closer to you, “Why do you need to even lie about all that, anyways? It’s not like the truth would be any more pathetic than the act you’re putting up. Everyone strikes ou-”

“I’m pathetic?” you scoff and interrupt him, not even paying any attention to where he was going. The tips of your ears are starting to flame with a red tinge, “Just last week, you lied to the group. You were trying to avoid being where I’d be and told them you had to walk your neighbor’s dog.”

“I did!”

“Your apartment has a strict no pet policy, Eddie.”

He freezes up entirely, grin faltering before your eyes, “How do you know that?”

“I didn’t, but Nancy did,” you roll your eyes at the cracks in his composure, “It’s all I had to hear about the entire night. How she wishes we could get along, how she hates when you lie to her. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“It’s not my fuckin’ fault you go out with my friends,” Eddie grumbles, reserving himself back to his side of the kitchen. If someone came in and squinted closely, they’d find that imaginary boundary between the two of you, an invisible line that would not be crossed. Not here, not tonight. You wouldn’t touch Eddie Munson with a twelve-foot pole if you could help it.

“And it’s not my fault that you don’t.”

You can see his agitation spreading like wildfire across his face, in the tick of his jaw and the twitch of his eyes. You can practically see the words that linger on his tongue as he bites down on it – it is your fault.

“Whatever. Why are you lying to Steve?” his voice goes monotonous as he crosses his arms, and the muscles strain against his shirt. His leather jacket has long been discarded, probably thrown over the back of the couch or a chair in the living room.

You mirror him, crossing your arms, letting the screen of your phone press into your side, “I’m not lying.”

“You are. With Steve, and with me at this very moment,” his eyebrows furrow and you consider the consequences of chucking your phone at him.

Your irritation, your own agitation, is all bubbling beneath your skin. If it wasn’t for the vodka mingling with it, you would have been squirming from the discomfort. Usually, he doesn’t get to you. Normally, his off-handed comments come with a sting that can quickly fade.

None of the jabs are fading tonight. They only seem to linger. Because he’s right, and you hate that he’s right.

“How the fuck do you even know how my dating life is going?” you uncross your arms, waving your hands wildly into the empty air between you and Eddie, “We aren’t exactly friends. Did Robin tell you? Did Steve tell you?”

Eddie swallows hard, and you can watch the words wash over him, but you’re unsure of which of your drunken slurs specifically got to him. You weren’t wrong in any of your statements, you weren’t outlandish in either of your guesses. But your words have frozen him up all the same and you aren’t sure why.

“You’re right,” when he physically melts, the deathly chill remains in his voice, “We aren’t friends. But Rob and Nance are, and Nance and me are. See where I’m going with that one?”

It’s in the way he says it, confirms it.

We aren’t friends.

He hisses it out as if it were a painful reminder, as if saying those words burn him eternally. He says them as if they are capable of sending ice through his veins and bones alike.

You know why he froze now, and it’s too late.

“Well-” you pause, unsure of how exactly to respond. You’ll be having a talk with Robin, surely. But technically, Nancy was your friend, right? Surely, she was allowed to know the drama of your love life, wasn’t she? “You say that as if Nancy and I aren't friends.”

“Are you?” he tilts his head tauntingly, as if he knows something you don’t.

“We… are.”

He catches the hesitation; he runs with it. He finds the handle of the knife you’d tried to keep so hidden, and he twists as hard as he can.

“Would Nancy agree if we asked her?” he hums, as if he were seriously contemplating this, as if it were a mediocre debate rather than a question of if you had friends or not, “Do you even have her on Instagram?”

“You, her supposed best friend, don’t have her on Instagram.”

“Because I don’t have Instagram, full stop.”

“Instagram isn’t the normal gauge of friendship,” you defend yourself, “Some people can have thousands of followers and no friends.”

You don’t have Nancy on Instagram. You don’t follow her, she doesn’t follow you. The most she’s acknowledged your presence on the app was tagging you in a photo on a night out once.

“It’s not about follower count,” Eddie shrugs, “It’s about mutual followings. That’s how Hollywood dictates whether celebrity couples are still together these days, yeah? If they follow each other. If you’re friends, you’d follow each other.”

The vodka makes you bold. Bold enough to mutter out, “Oh, fuck you,” in response to Eddie’s prodding.

“Wait, I-” you watch an unfamiliar emotion pass over Eddie’s face, something kin to regret. But his words are already out in the air, he’s already twisted the knife in your gut fully. He’s already spilled your blood in the middle of Steve’s kitchen, with no one around to witness it. He did it for himself – he did it for his own pleasure, his own enjoyment.

He enjoys hurting you.

“Save it,” you mutter, slowly deflating as you turn your back to him, facing the counter to grab your drink to nurse your wounds.

If you looked close enough in the corner of the room, you would have seen the shovel you should have used to bury away your hope of a friendship with Eddie. You should have piled the dirt over the casket, should have put 6 feet of soil and earth and worms between you and that fruitless yearning.

But you didn’t. He hadn’t taken it quite far enough yet.

Yet.

But then he had to cross that invisible barrier. He just had to walk across the kitchen, come up behind you, and not mind his own business. He just had to look over your shoulder just as you opened the bartender’s profile again, if for nothing else than to further hurt yourself for the night.

You were so caught up in your own disappointment, you never saw the flash of recognition that crossed Eddie’s face. Only the anger that followed.

—

HOUR FOURTEEN - 5:00 AM

You don’t bother with putting pants back on, only Eddie’s sweatshirt. At this point, pants were just beginning to feel like a nuisance when it came to the two of you. A nicetie, as one might put it.

What were the points of niceties with him if he could never hate you?

You have the entire five minutes he spends in the bathroom to try and compose yourself. To try and desperately ruminate through these feelings and detach them from everything that was transpiring. The emotions didn’t belong here, there weren’t twists of guilt and sorrow of loss involved for Eddie when he was fucking you.

So why is that all you could feel right now?

He could never hate you, but he had spent the last year doing exactly that, hadn’t he?

“Hey,” he reappears in the entryway of the kitchen with the worst possible timing, right in the eye of the storm that had begun to cloud over your mind. He holds up a pack of cigarettes you can only assume he’d snagged from his room, “I’m, uh- I was gonna grab a smoke out on the balcony. Join me?”

There’s something of desperation in the way he asks you. All the words are casual, but his tone is an undermining plea; please say yes, please join me, please let me in. He knows something’s wrong, and he’s not just turning a blind eye and ignoring it this time.

You stare at the pack of Marlboro Reds for a few seconds before shrugging, “Sure.”

It’s certainly not as enthusiastic as you’re sure he was hoping for, but he smiles at the small victory nonetheless.

The first thing you notice about his balcony, aside from the clustered furniture, is the view. You’ve never thought your city to be very charming, always looking at it from a pedestrian’s view or through the lens of a tired, crabby college student embarking on another late night. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d step foot on a higher floor of a building like Eddie’s, one just tall enough to see over the rooftops of most of the mundane buildings, one that could peer right over the skyline and show a new dawn breaking. It’s a flourish of pink, orange, and violet, each shade stealing away another breath. The sun is just barely yawning over the horizon, just finally awakening.

God, you’re going to regret not actually sleeping during this time.

“What’s got you scowling?” Eddie mumbles the question out around a cigarette, pausing with his lighter in midair.

You turn your head, and- just like that, all the anger and confusion melts away. He’s painted in the same shades of the sunrise, in a golden light that almost seems to be emitted from him rather than the waking sun. He is all soft edges and tired eye bags, a stubble that you can imagine the itch of against your palm if you were to reach out a hand to hold his face. If you were to kiss him right now, you fear he might dissolve all over your tongue, leaving nothing but his sweetness behind to remind you it was all real.

It’s real. Even if it doesn’t make sense with what you guys projected before tonight, even if it doesn’t align with how your lives will continue on, tonight was real. You were here, he was here, and what happened…. Simply happened.

I could never hate you.

You get it now. Because in this lighting, with a soft breeze tugging your hair and mind alike, you know you feel the same way about him. And you know it contradicts all you have shown him in the past.

You could never hate him. He could never hate you. It’s unfortunate that that’s what you’d been calling it before tonight – hate.

“It’s going to really suck,” you breathe out half a sentence. Two endings before you: letting this night go or, “Not sleeping for a full twenty four hours.”

You don’t know how he does it, how he looks at you like he knows you had something else to say. But he gives you those eyes, and they almost elicit the truth from you.

Almost.

He throws his head back in laughter, and the pinks and purples and all the fights wasted are now trailing down his neck, “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”

He’s much better at pretending than you are. You know that now.

“Seriously,” you turn and walk to the railing, crossing your arms against the metal grate before he joins you at your side, “I’ll probably ditch my classes on Monday. I’ll have to sleep twenty four hours straight to even the score.”

“God, I wish I could fuck off for Monday,” Eddie groans. He’s throwing his head back again, and you can’t help but wish you could replace the golden rays with your lips. You wish your warmth could sink beneath his skin like the sun’s does.

“You can’t?” your voice cracks with the question as he finally lights the cigarette between his lips.

He takes a long drag, shaking his head with the exhale of smoke, “Nope. I work Mondays at the shop.”

“The shop?”

“Myo’s,” the way his lips curl around the filter of his cigarette as he fights his grin burns a hole in the middle of your chest. Burning and erupting, yearning and longing, ignored and buried, “The auto shop on Main street.”

You know by the way he looks at you that the name should ring a bell, but considering you don’t own a car, you don’t have the slightest clue what his job is, “Oh, so you’re a mechanic?”

“I- Yeah,” he nods slowly, “Yeah, I’m a mechanic,” he pauses and you can see that he has more to say, it just takes him a moment. He looks off the balcony, shifts his weight between his two feet, takes another drag of nicotine. When he finally gathers his thoughts, you’re patient and waiting, biting back a small smile the moment he whips his face towards you, “Have we seriously never talked about that before? I swear I’ve told you I’m a mechanic.”

“Nope, seriously. Never.”

“There’s no fuckin’ way.”

“There absolutely is a way,” you laugh, letting your head fall backwards and not catching the way his gaze falls on you. The sunrise paints you in just as beautiful of a lighting as it had him. If someone asked you, you’d say that you doubt he noticed, but he did. He noticed. He always noticed, “Usually, by now, we’d be at each other’s throats.”

“We sort of were,” he shrugs, eyes still glued to how your collarbone peaks out from beneath his sweatshirt, “Surprised we didn’t leave more hickies.”

The topic you’d been avoiding. The topic he seemed indifferent about.

I could never hate you.

You decide to put his words to the test.

“Are we going to talk about it?” you ask, looking down now and picking at flakes along the metal railing, still not noticing him noticing you, “About…. what we just did?”

“Are you always this straight to the point?” he chuckles nervously. In your peripherals, you catch the way he leans and mirrors you, side by side on the railing. His light cigarette hung loosely between indifferent fingers. Indifference, indifference, indifference.

If you’d just look at him, you’d see anything but indifference written across his face.

“Only when it matters,” you reply, breathing in his secondhand smoke, “Only when it’s important.”

His pinky is within reach of yours once more, just like at the parking garage. Even after feeling the entire expanse of his bare skin against yours, you still crave more – you crave for the intimacy that comes from hooking pinkies as grown adults, from knuckles curling into each other like hinges of a door of possibility.

You don’t see the way he swallows hard, or how he nods subtly to himself before he says, “Alright. Let’s talk about it.”

Those words make you look at him quickly, taken back and not expecting for him to give so easily. If you had noticed him noticing you, it would have been the expected reaction; if you’d seen the way his eyes traced over the pink and orange shadows of your features, you’d know he can’t really say no to you. Not anymore.

“Yeah?” you only ask for the confirmation because you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He won’t let it. He holds it tightly, just nodding, “Yeah. I… You deserve my honesty.”

You deserve my honesty.

I could never hate you.

“I’m starting to get a bad feeling of deja vu, Eddie. We don’t have to do honesty if you don’t want to-”

“Ask me anything. Right here, right now. I’ll answer with the full truth.”

You flashback to hours before, when he’d offered his honesty this willingly and you’d only thrown it back in his face. But right now isn’t that moment, the two of you aren’t in the heat of an argument, there isn’t an impending doom on the horizon and the weight of the night no longer rests on either of your shoulders.

You don’t care as much about why he hates you now, or what he meant by never hating you to begin with. You don’t care much about the porn magazines and you don’t care what changed that first night.

They’re all petty details that have had too long to gather dust.

You do care about his job, you do care to know why he chose to fix cars. You do care about if he still takes night classes, and if yes, which ones. You care to know his favorite color and you care to know how he takes his coffee in the morning. Maybe you even care to know if he has a favorite coffee shop.

You care to know all the new petty details you’d never uncovered about him. Miniscule bits and pieces of him you crave to hold in your hands, if only just for tonight- or today, at this point.

But you need a baseline question. Something that won’t throw him off, but really doesn’t twist around your heart as severely as the others. Something that does neither damage nor nurture to the vines and blooms still occupying your chest.

You suddenly remember a small detail that had been revealed to you by a third party tonight, “Okay, um, well…” you ponder on phrasing, and Eddie edges ever so closer to you, “At that bar we went to tonight, the bartender – Frank – mentioned how you’d been going there for about six months.”

Eddie pales, but he nods nonetheless. Maybe the question is more loaded than you’d anticipated.

“I guess... I…” you continue to stumble over your words and it only leaves Eddie more time to panic, “I’m just curious why you started going? Yeah, yeah. That’s… that’s my question,” you tilt your chin up, try to be seem more confident in your question.

Even in his panic and sudden blanching, Eddie looks ready to laugh at you as his eyebrows scrunch. Somewhere between the wrinkles, you swear you could find something like affection, “That’s your question? Why did I start going to a bar that’s conveniently close to my apartment?”

Maybe it is a good baseline question. Maybe he was just nervous from the other possible questions you could have asked about your time spent together at the bar.

“That’s my question,” you confirm.

The color isn’t returning to Eddie. His hand shakes when he brings his cigarette to his lips. His breath is evidently shaky on the exhale as the smoke puffs out unevenly.

It’s not a good baseline question.

“I…” he won’t meet your gaze, and all your gut can do is twist, twist, twist in anticipation, “I got kicked out of my last bar I was a regular at.”

“Got kicked out? Why?”

It’s ripping the bandaid off the wound of honesty, and neither of you even realize it. Neither of you notice the blood of your history catching up to you.

Eddie sighs and rolls his shoulders before looking at you, “I got into a fight.”

Your twisted gut stills. A fight? Why is he freaking out so evidently over a fight? Does he think you’ll judge him that harshly?

“A fight?” you echo your thoughts with a soft laugh into the morning air, “You… Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing? Jesus, did you go to jail that night? That would suck, but… Eddie, I won’t judg-”

“I didn’t go to jail,” he interrupts, “I mean, they should have called the cops on me, but they didn’t. They gave me a second option of leaving immediately, and being banned for life, effective the moment I stepped out of the building that night. I took the ban.”

“Well,” you relax your shoulders, looking over at the rising sun, “That’s nice of them, I guess, right? I’m sure whatever mean drunk swung their fist at you deserved to get their ass handed to them-”

Eddie interrupts you with a soft utterance of your name, making you look back to his hues of gold instead of the sky’s, “I swung first.”

Oh. Maybe that’s why he still looks so wrecked with nerves. Maybe he thinks that’s the piece you’ll judge him on – it has to be the reason you can see sweat gathering along his eyebrow, just beneath his bangs. “Then I’m sure whoever it was deserved it? I-”

“He did,” he interrupts one final time. You’re about to finally snap at you, telling him to just let you speak, to just accept that you weren’t going to judge him over some bar brawl, when he drops the final bomb of an answer. Here is the honesty, you both realize at the same time, as his words slice through you, “It was about you. I got banned because of you.”

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The New Neighbors' Kink

A quickly written fic because these two managed to release pics that really got me going at the same time. Very little plot, a little rough sex, and some degradation for Eunbi... also Mommy Kink.

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Eunbi x M reader x Sohee

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After you’ve finished moving all your boxes into your new apartment, you take the time to visit your neighbors. Starting with the furthest away, you slowly get closer and closer to your apartment. Having mostly elderly neighbors made you feel a little sad; there wouldn’t be anyone your age to make friends with. As you reach your next-door neighbor, you knock on the door a few times to no response. Thinking that they must be out, you turn to walk away when you hear the door unlatch. “Hello?” A young woman opens the door a small amount. You think she must have just gotten out of the shower due to the bathrobe she was wearing.

“Oh, yes. Hi there, I’m your new neighbor. I was just coming by to introduce myself. I’m sorry to bother you; you must’ve been showering,” You say as the young woman looks you up and down.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m Eunbi. It’s nice-”

“Mommy, what’s taking so long?” You hear from inside. “I’m hungry, Mommy.” You hear in a lower tone as the voice comes closer. A small hand comes in front of Eunbi’s bathrobe, undoing the sash and letting it open briefly. Eunbi quickly covers herself up before you can see anything serious.

“Sohee! Not now,” Eunbi yells. The attention is off you momentarily; the other person makes themselves known. Sohee, a woman a little taller than Eunbi, stands behind her.

“Ooh, who is this? He looks tast-” Eunbi twirls around and covers Sohee’s mouth before she can finish her sentence.

“I’m very sorry, but we’ll have to talk later.” Eunbi closes the door with her foot, and you can overhear their conversation from the other side. “What am I going to do with you? You can’t just do that. Sohee, you’re a bad girl. I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” The conversation grows quiet as it seems like they walk away. You return to your apartment and unpack for the rest of the day. Once night comes, you get ready for bed when you hear a knock at the door. No one is around when you open the door, but a small note was left. “From your next-door neighbor,” it read, followed by what must have been her phone number. You send a text message and get a quick response from Eunbi, apologizing for earlier in the day. You reassure her it was no problem. The two of you continue talking through the night until Eunbi says she has to sleep. The conversation helped you learn a little bit more about Eunbi and Sohee, like Eunbi being called Mommy by Sohee was the younger woman’s way of teasing her roommate. You lie awake in bed thinking of the events from earlier. Though you hadn’t seen much when Sohee pulled on her robe, you did manage to see a bit of Eunbi’s breasts. The thought of her keeps you up a little longer until you’re eventually able to sleep.

The following day, you leave your apartment at the same time as Eunbi and Sohee, who are wearing matching outfits, a form-fitting white t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans that hug their lower body. It’s now that you notice their beautiful figures. Eunbi has an ample bust that immediately steals the attention. That being said, you couldn’t help but marvel at her lovely legs; Eunbi had thick thighs that you liked. Sohee was lovely as well. While she didn’t have Eunbi’s bust, her jeans accentuated her bottom. It was the best you had ever seen. Sohee gives you a wave and winks at you before grabbing Eunbi’s hand and pulling her in the opposite direction. You stand there, stunned for a moment, before remembering what you were planning to do.

That night, as you’re about to fall asleep, you get a phone call from Eunbi. “Hello? Eunbi?” You answer. There’s no response, so you call out again. You push your phone closer to your ear and hear faint moans that slowly grow louder.

“Does my little girl like her reward? This is what you can have if you behave yourself,” A voice says. Though difficult to tell at first, you recognize it as Eunbi’s. The sounds of moans grow louder. You start to imagine the scene happening on the other side of the phone.

“Ah, I love it, Mommy! Deeper, I want them deeper.” Eunbi is fingering Sohee, pushing her fingers inside the younger woman. “I want milk, Mommy!” Sohee whines.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I don’t have any. You can still try to get some.” You hear Eunbi moan, her low and breathy moans turning you on. Imagining Sohee sucking on Eunbi’s tits, you start masturbating to the sounds of the two women. You hear them have sex for what seems like forever until the call ends suddenly.

When you see them a few days later, looking at them without remembering the call is challenging. Eunbi acts the same as always while Sohee gets closer to you. When Eunbi walks away for a moment, Sohee takes her chance to step up to you. She gets on her toes and whispers, “I want you to come to our apartment tonight. I’ll leave the door unopened. Come at ten. You can take off your clothes when you come inside.” She gives you a wink before hurrying back, leaving Eunbi unaware. You end up waiting until it’s time to come over, unable to think of anything else all day.

Walking into their apartment, the first thing you hear is muffled moans coming from the bedroom. Getting undressed, you walk up to the bedroom door, peeking through a small crack. Sohee is between Eunbi’s legs, “Do you like my tongue, Mommy?” Eunbi’s chest is heaving; you see her lying back in only a brown bra that pushes her breasts together, making them look even bigger.

“Mommy loves your tongue.” Eunbi moans, raising her hips as Sohee pushes her tongue into the older woman’s cunt. Eunbi grips the bed sheets and shuts her eyes while Sohee spots you peeking in. She motions for you to come in, her finger slowly beckoning you. You open the door quietly and walk inside. Sohee’s eyes go wide in surprise before a smile grows on her. While eating out Eunbi, she motions for you to stand by her mouth.

“Mommy, you’ve been working too hard lately. I got you a gift I know you’re going to love.” Sohee says as she crawls up Eunbi’s body and kisses her. Sohee pats Eunbi’s cunt and slides her fingers along her slit. Grabbing your cock with her other hand, she moves you closer to Eunbi.

“What did you get Mommy?”

“It’s something you haven’t had in a long time. A nice hard cock.” Sohee whispers into Eunbi's ear as she presses the head of your cock against the older woman’s cheek. Eunbi’s eyes flutter open, and her mouth is agape, but before she can say anything, Sohee pushes your cock into her mouth and pushes her fingers inside of Eunbi, making her moan. “Do you like your gift, Mommy?” Sohee says teasingly as she sees Eunbi instinctively start sucking your cock. Sohee releases your shaft and looks at you. “I have a slutty Mommy, don’t I, Daddy?” You get turned on by Sohee calling you Daddy and quickly agree. You feel Eunbi’s tongue flick the head of your cock as it runs up and down like it’s a popsicle. Sohee smiles as she lays on the older woman’s chest, continuing to finger her. “I heard from Mommy’s friends how she couldn’t resist a cock in college. I guess it was true.” The smirk on Sohee’s face was devious. You didn’t want to leave your “daughter” out of the fun, so you put your hand on the back of Sohee’s head and gently pushed her to your cock. She lapped at the sides while Eunbi continued to work your tip. Eunbi's face is flush as she stares at you, embarrassed at the situation but still going along. She was slowly getting into it as you feel her eagerly move her tongue around your cock.

You start moaning as you feel Sohee cup your balls and run her thumb across them. She climbs off Eunbi and pays more attention to you. The older woman, in turn, slowly pulls your cock out of her mouth and stands up quickly. She stands there, face completely red. “I’m sorry,” She blurts out before she tries to leave the room. You grab her waist with one hand and pull her back, forcing her body against yours.

“Are you really going to leave your daughter here alone?” You kiss Eunbi’s neck, feeling her squirm in your arms. “You have to be a good Mommy and help her take care of me.” You raise your head to her ear and whisper, “Or you can be a naughty little slut and take me for yourself.” You move your hand from her waist to her slit and push your fingers inside, feeling her warm wet walls push your fingers together. “We both heard what she said. You were a slut in college, but you’re still a dirty whore now, right? You’re just trying to hide it.” You whisper, leaning into her past. Eunbi gets tighter as you degrade her, and she leans on you. You press your lips against hers and feel her give into you. She opens her mouth and lets your tongue do what it wishes. She moans, feeling you curl your fingers inside her as you hit her g-spot. Eunbi’s knees grow weak, and she struggles to stand. “Help our daughter.” You command. Eunbi kneels down, and Sohee takes position beside her. You take your cock in hand and hold it in front of Sohee, pressing her lips against it before doing the same to Eunbi. “I think your Mommy is really hungry for me, don’t you, Sohee?”

She nods vigorously, “Mommy, I can’t do a good job sucking Daddy’s cock. I need you to show me how.” Eunbi looks at Sohee, a little uncertain before you push your cock against her mouth. She opens her mouth wide and lets you slide your cock in. You feel her tongue rub against the underside as you push more into her mouth. Sohee watches in amazement as Eunbi’s throat expands as your cock goes deeper. You hold Eunbi’s head against your pelvis briefly before pulling out. Eunbi coughs a few times, and saliva runs from the corner of her mouth onto her bra. You slap your cock against her forehead a couple of times before letting her get to work on her own. Eunbi slowly swirls her tongue around your cock, small soft moans coming from her as she tastes you. You reach down, groping Eunbi’s breast, squeezing her soft mound a few times before pulling down her bra and freeing her tits.

Sohee stands up and rubs your chest; you give her a forceful kiss, pushing your tongue past her lips and invading her mouth. “Mmm, Daddy.” She moans into it. With a hand on her bottom, you give her a light spank.

“You're the one who made the call, aren’t you?”

Sohee tilts her head downward and gives you puppy eyes, “Am I in trouble, Daddy?” She says before giggling.

You give her another smack on the ass. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, making your mommy be my slut. I’m going to have to punish you.” You tease her. Leaning down, you take one of her modest breasts in your mouth, biting it as you feel your orgasm approach. Eunbi was doing a great job with her mouth, but you wanted her to use something else. “Eunbi, use your tits.”

“Yes, Daddy,” She coos, sucking back saliva dripping from her mouth, taking off her bra and letting her breasts bounce once free. Before she can wrap her soft mounds around your cock, your rub the head against her hard nipples. You both moan from the sensation; Eunbi grasps your cock and traces her areola with it. She looks at you, expecting praise.

You’re head is tilted back as you revel in the pleasure. Patting her head, you say, “You’re doing a good job, Eunbi. Keep going.” She continues to tease both of you by doing the same to her other breast before finally surrounding your cock with her soft flesh. You moan instantly; Eunbi’s soft tits are pressed against every part of your cock. As she began to move, you felt the saliva on your cock start coating her chest. You turn back to Sohee, roughly squeezing her ass while kissing her. “I’m going to make sure to use you both well.”

“Oh, Daddy. I can’t wait.” Sohee leans into your ear, “I want you to fuck me hard, Daddy.” Sohee’s words push you to your climax, and Eunbi’s titjob was becoming better over time. You watched her tits jiggle with the slightest movement, watched as they became covered in her saliva and your precum.

“I’m going to cum, Eunbi. Get ready.” The older woman swallows the head of your cock and quickly moves her breasts up and down your shaft. You throw your head back at the sudden spile in pleasure and shoot your cum into Eunbi’s mouth. When she fails to drink it all, it hits her face before falling onto her chest, coating it in the sticky substance. You take a step back and look at your handiwork. Eunbi is on her knees, a finger inside her mouth as she licks the cum from it. You’re ready to go again after seeing her act so innocent. Sohee interrupts your viewing experience, getting in front of Eunbi and latching onto her breast as she cleans up her mommy.

“You’re cum is so good, Daddy. I want it next.” Sohee finishes cleaning up Eunbi’s chest, leaving her face alone so you could enjoy the sight of it covered in your cum. Eunbi slowly gets up and lays on the bed beside Sohee.

“I want your cock too, Sweety.” She says while spreading her lips apart. “My pussy wants you really bad.

“Mommy, Daddy said I get to go first,” Sohee says as she climbs onto Eunbi. Before an argument can break out, you push Sohee down, causing her body to press against Eunbi’s.

“Sohee, you made your mommy a slut. You can’t get angry at her when she wants my cock.” You push your cock into Eunbi’s cunt, feeling it wrap around you tightly as you push deep into her. You pull out slowly, letting Eunbi enjoy the feeling of your cock inside her before then forcing yourself into Sohee’s cunt. You struggle with her; you can feel her stretch to fit your cock inside. “Fuck, you’re tight.” You grunt as you continue pushing more in.

“You’re… too big, Daddy. You’re going to tear me apart.” Sohee cries as she clenches her jaw. You grab Sohee’s waist and plunge the rest of your cock inside her. “Fuck!” She screams as you bury yourself inside her. Eunbi grabs Sohee’s face and kisses her until she grows quiet.

“Fuck my little princess,” Eunbi tells you before slapping Sohee’s ass. She leaves a faint handprint on Sohee’s bottom. You smack Sohee in the same place before you start thrusting; it feels like she’s sucking you in, making moving difficult. Sohee’s moans are constant as she feels you rearrange her insides with every thrust. You keep your hands on Sohee’s waist, watching her ass jiggle before giving her the occasional slap. Her walls are constantly clenched around your cock, making you get close to your orgasm quickly. Eunbi, meanwhile, continues to kiss Sohee, keeping her quiet for the most part. “Are you going to cum for Daddy?” You hear Eunbi say. “Cum on Daddy’s cock, baby. I know you can’t hold it in much longer. Let Mommy have her turn.” You pound Sohee’s body, holding her waist as you move faster.

“Fuck, I’m cumming Daddy!” She screams before her body begins to shake. You feel her walls grow tighter around your cock, keeping you from pulling out. On the edge, you ram your cock into the deepest part of Sohee and paint her walls white. “Daddy…I’m going to get pregnant…” Sohee mutters before her head falls onto Eunbi’s chest. You pull out slowly, watching as Sohee’s body refuses to give you up easily. You leave her cunt with a pop, and cum floods out of her.

Eunbi tosses Sohee to the side, “It looks like our baby doesn’t know how to handle a real cock. She’s already out.” Eunbi shakes her head, letting her hair be free. “Come on, Daddy. It’s time for you to see what a real woman can do.” Eunbi’s attitude completely changed from before, but you’re enjoying the shift. You slap her cunt with your cock a few times; Eunbi smiles at you. “Come on, Daddy. Don’t tease me so much.” You place your cock at her entrance and slowly push in. Eunbi wasn’t as tight as Sohee, but her walls hold your cock well, rubbing your cock in just the right way. You lean down, kissing Eunbi as you begin thrusting. Her jiggling breasts enchant you. Eunbi takes notice and clasps her hand, pushing her breasts together. You suck on her nipples, but wanting to do something different, you bite her nipple gently and tug on it. Eunbi lets out a roar, and her legs wrap around behind your back. You move your hand to her other breast and squeeze it.

“You really are a slut. I can feel you get tighter when I'm rougher.” You tell her. Biting her nipple again, you start thrusting roughly, moving back as far as possible before impaling Eunbi. You knock against her womb as you put all your strength into your thrusts. Slowly picking up speed, you watch Eunbi force her eyes shut and moan louder than before. Her tightening pussy showed how much she loved how rough you were being. You switch breasts and bite her other nipple. You left a visible mark on the other one and would do the same here. “You’re my slutty wife now, and I expect you to be free use for me from now on.” You groan as you ram your cock into Eunbi repeatedly.

“Yes, Daddy… I’ll be your free-use slut. Just keep fucking me.” Eunbi cries as she gets close to climaxing. You uncross her legs and fold Eunbi in half, leaving her feet by her head as you put your weight into your thrusts. “I’m-I’m cumming!” She screams. Eunbi rains down sweet nectar on herself as she cums, coating her body in her juices. You bury your cock inside Eunbi and flood her cunt with your cum, filling her up and making it runs up her stomach as you continue to pump more into her. You lean into Eunbi’s body for a minute before pulling out. Eunbi’s dirtied body arouses you. You move her body and have her head hanging off the edge. She’s conscious enough to clean you up as you prod her with your cock. You move in and out of her throat as you stare at both women. You think about how much fun you're going to have with your new neighbors.

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Get Over it |Madara Uchiha X Reader| HC

Summary: You're the Hokage's assistant just trying to do your job.

Warning: Fem pronouns. Madara is an asshole.

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Hashirama was definitely behind you and Madara meeting.

Anytime he needed something delivered to the Uchiha compound, he sent you- his cute little assistant.

Despite the fact that Madara was at the Hokage's office almost daily, you still found yourself making a trip to the compound every evening.

Madara was always rude, asking you why you were bothering him despite already knowing. He'd have you leave whatever it is was you had brought on his desk and shoo you away.

Today, he was a little moodier than usual. Maybe he was having a bad day, maybe he was just fed up with you, who knows.

When you knocked on his office door and slid in, he immediately started yelling.

"Must you bother me every day, woman?"

"It's Hokage's orders, Madara-sama."

"Then ignore them. I'm tired of you interrupting me every day."

"I'm afraid I cannot-"

"You can and will. I am Madara Uchiha, head of the Uchiha clan and I order you to-"

"Well, Mr. Madara Uchiha, head of the Uchiha clan, I don't answer to you. I'm afraid you'll just have to take it up with Hashirama or get over it."

And with that you left his office, shutting the door a bit harder behind you than you usually would.

To say Madara was stunned would be an understatement.

Was he just belittled by a civilian woman?

He wouldn't stand for this.

So he immediately made his way to the Hokage building to confront his dear friend about his unruly assistant.

Hashirama just laughed at him, and that made Madara all the more sour.

"Keep your people in check, Hashirama."

"Why? Are you threatened by her? Can't handle being yelled at?"

He stormed out after Tobirama started snickering at him.

The next day, he anxiously waited for your arrival. He'd been stewing over your encounter from the previous day and it wss fueling the fire in his belly.

So when he heard your usual knocks, he stood up and made himself as big as possible, like a bear.

You walked in, unphased by his damming aura, handed him a single scroll, and turned to leave.

He moved in front of the door to stop you from leaving, not satisfied by how this encounter was going.

"You will speak to me with respect from now on. I do not tolerate such behavior."

"Yeah, I still don't answer to you. My job is to be amicable, not a kiss ass. So again, take it up with Hashirama, or get over it."

You put your hand on his arm and gently moved him out of the way of the door. He allowed this, for whatever reason, and just watched as you made your way out.

Now you'd definitely caught his interest.

It's not that he liked being talked down to, it that he loved being challenged.

For the next few weeks, he allowed you to do your job without issue. He'd just stare at you as you came in, delivered whatever stupid thing Hashirma had sent, and left.

That is until today, when you had shown up several hours later than usual. It was dark out, and you were visibly tired.

"You're late."

"My apologies, Madara-sama. It was busier than usual today."

You handed him the envelope and turned to leave, ready to finally be done with the day.

You noticed Madara get up and move alongside you, but didn't pay much mind. It was entirely possible he was just making his way home as well.

Until you'd arrived at the gates of the compound, he was still at your side.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm escorting you home."

"Um, okay? May I ask why?"

"Hashirama is a fool for allowing you to wonder the village at night unaccompanied. I feel I must make up for his stupidity and ensure you get home safely."

You just nodded. It was honestly a relief.

The office had been overwhelmed today because of rogue shinobi reports in the area. Having Madara with you basically guaranteed you'd have a safe trip, so you didn't argue with him any further.

The next few days went similarly.

A cluster of reports and actual captured rogues had kept you up to your neck with work until odd hours of the night.

After the first few instances of you showing up late, Madara had taken it upon himself to meet you at the Hokage's tower. You were thankful, with for the relief from walking all the way to the compound and also to have your own personal guard.

He kept doing this even after things had settled down, and before he knew it, he'd grown quite fond of your presence.

Your nightly walks had turned more casual and became more frequent outside of your working hours.

Over time he'd opened up to you and that's when the relationship really blossomed.

He was torn between his traditional values and his aversion to emotions, but eventually, he caved and asked to court you.

Obviously, you said yes, and so started the beginning of a lifelong relationship with the unlikely man.

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sweetenerobert · 8 months

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𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄

DAY THREE OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

dean winchester x vampire!male reader

genre: vampire au, explicit, minors dni

prompt: vampire au + "i can see how badly you want this, so i'm going to make sure you get it."

summary: trying to remember the last five hours of what happened after your transformation, you suddenly remember having sex with a stranger and you try to retrace your steps

warning: strong language, mention of blood, mention of dying. unprotected P in A, dirty talk, oral (m giving/m receiving), pet names, spanking, choking, creampies

word count: 2.3k

a/n: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY?? yep! if this seems rushed my apologies.

The night sky cascaded down on you as you were shivering. The night was beautiful, but it was cold as each step you took made everything feel like you were walking closer to death.

Your blue work shirt is coated in your blood — near where your collarbone and shoulder blade rested. Your black and white canvas shoes have drops of blood on them. Tears running down your face had dried up. You hated this feeling — you felt the after-effects of coming back alive after getting your throat ripped out. This process was painstakingly slow. And you were scared — scared that you may never be the same again, scared that you might do something to hurt someone. You needed guidance from someone — anyone could help you forget about the stressful night you had.

You hear a car engine behind you, and you want to hide from the person driving behind you, but you are too weak to even jump into the bushes next to you, so you keep slowly walking. Your emotions wanted to come out; you wanted to cry a river right now. And you didn't understand everything currently, and it freaked you out how bad you wanted to cry.

The car’s engine was slowly creeping behind you, and you snapped your eyes shut, hoping that it would pass you; you didn’t want to be around anyone at this moment. You just wanted to walk — you had no idea where you were going, and you didn’t care as long you were away from everyone.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw the car driving past you, and you exhaled a breath you were holding. But then you felt the wind get knocked out of you as you saw the car approaching you in reverse. Feeling a mix of confusion, sadness, and rage all at once, you wanted to throw up, but you managed to keep yourself calm as the car slowly drove next to you and the passenger window was down.

“Are you okay?”

You glance to your left and see a dirty-blonde-haired man sitting in the driver's seat and glancing at you. You had to admit he was attractive, but you could be near. Your emotions were all over the place, and you didn't want some totally stranger being in the middle of that.

“Um—” You almost jump about how normal your voice sounds. It doesn't sound raspy or gruff, just your normal voice.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” You dismissed.

“Are you sure? I mean, I could take you back to my room and make sure you are safe— It’s no —”

“I’m okay, sir. Just a little out of it.” As persistent as this guy was, you didn't want him to be in the middle of this experience; you needed to be alone, not held up in some guy's room.

You suddenly hear his car screech as he stops and gets out, jogging towards you. He steps in front of you, and you halt your walking.

“Let me help — you need it. Whatever you are going through, you shouldn't go through it alone.”

You couldn't tell if the man’s tone was genuine or commanding, but you wanted to cry either way. You nodded your head. “Okay, I’ll go with you.”

The man guides you to his car and opens the passenger door for you. As you slip into the passenger seat, he closes the door. He was walking around the car and returning to his previous position — closing his door and looking at you. You reluctantly smile at him.

“Is that blood on your shirt?”

You glance at your shirt and look back at the man. “It’s mine?” You shrug.

You were in a motel bathroom shower, letting the water hit the top of your head as it dribbled down your body. The sadness you felt eventually disappeared as the drive here calmed you down. You found out what the name was — it was Dean. And that he was looking at his brother — younger brother, and has a love for rock music.

You weren't feeling the sadness, but you were feeling another feeling, and you couldn’t figure out what it was, and it was bugging you a bit.

The hot water weaved around your body almost like a dress made of water, and it was the heat you needed. You were sick and tired of being cold; you miss feeling warm. The soap leaving your body made a creek of bubbles and water. It almost looked majestic in your eyes, and you appreciated how it looked for a second that you were fine, but how you felt wasn't okay.

Turning the faucet off and letting the rest of the water go down the drain, your feet hitting the porcelain tile ceramic flooring as you walk towards the mirror — grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your waist. Bringing your hands towards the mirror, wiping the condensation, and seeing yourself in the mirror, hands on the porcelain sink.

You start to sniffle because of the steam messing with your nose, but you catch the scent of something you’ve never smelled before. You look around the bathroom as you try to find the source of the smell, and you can't seem to see it, but the smell intensifies as you look at the door. Whatever the smell was coming from behind the door.

You open the bathroom door, and the steam above you rises and travels along the ceiling. You see Dean looking at something in his duffle bag. You notice he’s not in the same jacket as before. He’s now wearing a flannel shirt. But with each step toward Dean, the smell becomes more intense and almost deafening in a sense.

Dean hears the floorboards creak behind him, turns around, and sees you in nothing but a towel. “Oh, hey. How was the shower?”

“It was good,” You nod.

“That’s good. I can see you're doing a lot better,” Dean nods.

“Do you smell that?”

“Smell what?”

“I don't know. But It’s almost intoxicating.”

“Huh, I wouldn't know what you're smelling. That’s how I am with pie though,” Dean chuckles.

You crack a smile and walk around Dean, and that's when the smell draws behind you. You turn your head as Dean walks towards the small table in the room.

“It’s you,” You mutter.

“What?” Dean questions.

“The smell — It’s you.”

“I stink?”

“Well, no, You smell intoxicating, and a sense a strong desire from you and — It’s lust.”

“What’s lust?” Dean asks, confused.

“What I’ve been feeling and this stupid smell and — are you horny, Dean?” You ask.

It was like a teenager who hit puberty. Dean looked defensive and scared at the same time. He didn’t know how to answer your question, so he looked at you.

You walked towards him, wanting to hear his answer, but you couldn't ask him again. You needed him to tell you. “Sorry If I overstepped my boundaries, Dean. But I would like to know.”

Dean scoffed, crossing his arms. “So what? I’ve been horny for the past couple of days. My hand isn’t helpin’ as much as I think it is.”

“You need help?”

“From who? I’ve been so busy. I can barely find the time for anyone.”

You unwrap your towel, and your cock sprung out hard as a rock, walking toward Dean, who can't seem to stop glancing at your cock. “From me, you could use me any way you want.” Days ago, you would’ve never had the confidence to tell anyone this, but this feeling sent you into overdrive, and you needed to get rid of it one way you could only think of.

Your hand finds Dean’s denim-covered cock already hard. As you rub your hand against the material, Dean inhales a breath and exhales a shaky breath. You unbutton Dean’s jeans and slide them down to his ankles. His cock leaps from the constriction his pants were torturing with. You were on your knees, and you took the tip of Dean’s cock in your mouth.

Dean slowly made his head go back as he enjoyed your warm mouth on his throbbing cock. He forgot how this felt; he hadn’t felt this relaxed in so long, and you provided him with a number one muscle relaxer.

His hips slowly start going back and forth into your mouth. You lightly gag on the tip as his thrusts hit the back of your throat. You notice Dean breathing through his plump lips; your cock throbs seeing him like this.

“Damn, baby. I’ve missed this so much,” Dean groaned.

You slip his cock out of your mouth, lick the slit of his dick, and he moans. You could taste the light pre-cum forming from it.

“Such a fuckin’ tease. I should fuck you just for that,” Dean seethed.

“I did say you could use me, so why not?” You shrug. You attempt to slide Dean’s cock inside your parted lips. He lifts you from your armpits and makes you stand up. Dean glances down at your cock and sees pre-cum leaking from your cock.

“I can see how badly you want this, so I'm going to make sure you get it." Dean kisses you passionately as his height makes you feel safe and protected, feelings you never thought you would feel again.

Your calves hit the back of the bed frame. You sit down on the edge of the bed — breaking the kiss. “Head on the pillows, now!” Dean commanded.

You comply with his command, and on your hands and knees, you crawl towards the pillow on Dean’s bed — Dean smacking your ass as you crawl to the pillow.

Dean takes his jeans off around his ankles, boots, and flannel. As he sees you lying on your back in the middle of his bed, his cock twitches, seeing the beautiful sight before him. He crawls after you and kisses you passionately, your cocks rubbing together, making this moment more intense than it already is.

Dean’s kisses trail down from your lips to your jaw and neck. Dean starts to nibble on your neck, and you whimper in retaliation — gripping the sheets, you feel your teeth getting outstretched — making you scared a little bit. Releasing your grip makes your teeth go back into their original shape.

Dean’s lips travel to your nipples as he sucks on them and pinches your nipples as he sucks the other one.

His kisses trail lower as his mouth makes contact with your hole. His tongue becomes an explorer, and he wants to explore you more. Your moans sound like music to Dean’s ear as he grips your thighs. “You taste like fuckin’ heaven, baby boy.”

You could cum hearing Dean call you a baby boy again.

Dean crawls up back to your face and adjusts his cock. You exclaim in pleasure as Dean slides his cock deep inside you. With each inch pushing deeper inside you, your moans became the sweet song Dean yearned for. You could feel your walls getting looser and looser; your hole was aching in pleasure.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, baby boy. Just what I needed,” Dean grunted. Dean was clenching his teeth. It was a sight that made your cock happy. Dean’s thrust became faster and more intoxicating with each passing moment.

“Fuck, Dean. You’re hitting so deep.” Your pre cum was rubbing against your naval. “Your pussy wraps around my cock so well, baby. I can't get enough of it,” Dean breathed. Dean leans his head closer to yours and kisses your lips more rough than gentle like last time.

Dean slides his cock out of you and flips you to lay on your stomach. You grip the pillows as he slides his cock in you — slowly.

“Such a fuckin’ tease,” You moaned.

“Only the best for my baby boy.”

Dean’s thrust becomes more intoxicating as you feel his balls clap against your ass. Dean makes a handprint on your ass — you yelp in response. You bring your head up, Dean wraps his arm around your neck, and you both share a passionate make-out between thrusts. You moan into each other’s mouths as you feel Dean’s cock twitch inside you.

“Baby, I’m going to overflow your ass with my cum,” Dean growls. Dean lets your neck go but pushes your head onto the pillow. You roll your head to the side to avoid suffocating. Your body starts to slide down, and you stop at an absolute point. The tip of your cock starts rubbing against the sheets, and you feel the lust almost shoot out of you.

“Dean, my cock — you're making my cock rub against the sheets,” You whimpered.

“Good, we get to cum together then, baby,” Dean growled.

You feel Dean’s cock get bigger inside you, and the throbbing intensifies. Dean’s thrust becomes more demon-like, and you're enjoying every thrust. You didn't want it to end this soon. Your teeth were feeling outstretched again, but you ignored it. You left your teeth stretched, and you bit down on the pillow.

“Fuck, baby boy. I’m cumming. I’m cummin’, baby boy!” You could feel his cum shoot inside you as you shoot strings of cum on the sheets under you. Dean clashes his hard chest on your back. “Thanks for that, baby boy.”

“Who said it has to end there? I told you that you could use me. I didn't specify for how long.” You turn your head to see a smirking Dean. “Well, then, you better get that pretty ass up. I’m going to fuck you against the wall.”

“That’s what happened hours ago?”

“Yeah?” Theo, your vampire “trainer” friend.

“Wow, does that happen to a lot of new vampires?” You ask.

Theo nods. “But, you should’ve seen me when I first turned.”

“Is that a story for another day?” You question.

“Hell yes.” Theo laughs.

“I would love to hear it then.” You smile.

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eitaababe · 1 year

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SOMEBODY ELSE !

— chapter five. last night. (pt 2)

! first two twitter texts are in neteyam's pov.

series masterlist. | previous / next

aftermath ! written portion below. —

you swear, you were going to murder neteyam.

you were sitting on your dorm bed, unable to breathe through your nose, face red and puffy. you'd been in ao'nungs pj's the past couple days, and empty cups sat on your beside table.

you woke up at the sound of a knock, only groaning in response. you closed your eyes, hoping whoever was at the door would take a hint.

they didn't, however, and the knocking only got louder. "go away!" you shouted, muffled into your pillow. a voice responded on the other side of the door, shouting something back you couldn't quite make out with another set of knocks, which left you no choice but to answer the door.

"i sAID—" you cut yourself off, staring at the boy in your front doorway.

"i know you said you didn't wanna hear from me, but i cant stand having you mad at me," neteyam started, re-clutching the paper brown bag in his hand. "so i got you some tea, cause i figured you need it. and then i got you soup, cause i know you're not eating, and then i also got you a croissant cause they're your favorite."

you eyed the bag, fighting against yourself to not give in. "i'm not so easily won over by food and tea, you know."

"i figured," he chuckled faintly, a hand running through his braids. "and i'm sorry, again. jake took my phone cause i kept checking it and i wanted to get back to you, i really did. and then he finally gave me my phone back and then this girl who i wasn't even paying attention to— i think her name was like vivian- or was it vanessa- i really don't give a fuck— took my phone because she saw your text and i got sidetracked again and just," he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "i'm really sorry. i never should have left you in the first place. it was stupid, and i messed up."

you sniffled (because of the cold) and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. "i'm still mad at you," you mumbled into his shoulder, smiling when you felt him laugh softly. "but you apologized and brought me food so i cant really complain. but you're the reason i got sick so you better be my personal bed nurse."

relieved that you'd forgiven him, neteyam walked inside, closing the door and setting your bag of food and drink on top of the counter. "at your service, m'lady."

FUN FACTS !

— violet doesn't know y/n and neteyam dated

— neteyam always has a hair tie on his wrist for y/n

— ao'nung wanted y/n to stay at his dorm, but he didn't wanna be pushy

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a/n — dramamamamaaaa

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saursoob · 10 months

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can you do a bf!yeonjun apologizing after an argument? please make it super fluffy!

❤︎ |i love you much more| ❤︎

yess ofc anon!! idk if this good enough but pls enjoy 💗

warnings: y/n is a overthinker, yeonjun refers to y/n as “pretty girl”

@saursoob reblogs r okay! please don’t repost

you and your bf yeonjun haven’t been hanging out much as of recently now that he’s been traveling for tour. you’ve been very supportive of his job but its been lonely. when you first started dating it was bearable but the more you got used to him in your life that started to change.

but you can imagine how ecstatic you were when you found out he was he finally coming home. you decided to get ready, putting on some light makeup even though it was late. you and yeonjun had been together for a over a year now but you still wanted to look your nice for him as its been a while since you’ve last seen him. as you were getting ready you received a text from your bf, yeonjun: “y/n im not going over today im super tired. ily” you pouted at his text feeling upset that he wasn’t coming but more confused if anything “he always comes over and “ily?” why didn’t he say the whole word?” ultimately you decide to push your thoughts away and respond back. y/n: “its alright. rest well!”

the next morning you text him to hopefully make up for the previous day of him not going to see you. y/n: “junnie come over today! i miss youu”

yeonjun: “i have a busy schedule today but ill try.” your heart sank at his cold laced tone. why is he being so weird? if hes mad at me he should just tell me. you sigh and put down your phone, scrolling on netflix to watch something to make you feel better

more under cut!!

hours later you hear a knock on your door, you secretly hoped it was your boyfriend even though you’re slightly mad at him. “hey” he says while you open the door, it was him. he goes in for a hug, barely even touching you when he does but you didn’t say anything.

“why are you here?” you asked him. silence filled the room as he went to lay down on your couch, taking out his phone and mindlessly scrolling on it. you looked at him in disbelief, aggravated on why he was acting like this. “yeonjun, are you mad at me or something?” you tried to keep your voice composed but failed to, your words coming out shaky.

“why would i be mad at you?” yeonjun says, not fully paying attention to you still looking at his phone.

“i dont know? yesterday you didn’t come over to see me which you never do, didn’t even bother to call but instead texting me and not even saying i love you properly?! and now you are here but you don’t even hug me properly either?? yeonjun, you were gone for so long leaving me here to miss you but you don’t even seem like you’ve missed me! ” you got so angry that unknowingly you started tearing up.

yeonjun immediately focused all his attention to you, standing up to face you. cupping your face with his hands and wiping a tear with his thumb, “darling, please don’t cry. im sorry i didn’t even realize that i didn’t hug you properly.” he says in a soft spoken voice while going in to hug you tightly.

“yesterday i was so jet lagged that i just went home ready to knock out for the night. i know this is no excuse for it but work has been so tough lately, tour’s, dance practice, schedule, interview appearances. its just a lot but please y/n i’ve missed you so much.”

he says while softly lifting your jaw for you to look at him “i’ve missed you more than anything, so please don’t think that i didn’t.”

you answer looking away from him, “yeonjun, could’ve have slept here.”

“i know and im sorry babe i wont do it again i promise.” he says leaving a peak on your nose

“lets make up for it right now, yeah?” yeonjun leads you to your bedroom, laying down first and patting on his chest signaling for you to lay down on him, you do as he signaled, getting comfortable on his chest.

“you know this isn’t gonna make up for it choi yeonjun” to which he chuckles at, “mmm i know, what if i make you breakfast in bed in the morning lovely?” you cant help but light up at his comment “you’re staying the night?! you don’t have any schedules in the morning tomorrow?”

“nope” he smiles looking down at you “you did say i have to make it up to you, right?”

after a while of being in the comfort of his chest and hearing his heartbeat yeonjun suddenly sighs deeply, playing with your hair. “you have no idea how much i love you y/n.” making you smile in a sleepy haze

“ i love you much more, yeonjun.”

!! reblogs are vv appreciated !!

ENDD!! im actually so nervous to post this since im not that confident in my writing but if you enjoyed thank you so much 😣 <33

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he-goes-down · 5 months

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There Was A Time:

Previous chapters/ warnings

9. Patience:

A/n: THIS IS SO SHIT SORRY, I HAD TO DO THIS FOR PLOT AND TO GET TO THE MORE IMPORTANT CHAPTERS

Second Person POV:

You woke up with a pounding headache. You didn’t remember drinking that much last night, in fact you don’t remember a lot from last night. You rubbed your eyes trying to clear your vision and see where you are. You felt a breeze on your skin and looked down at yourself. ‘Oh shit.’ You were butt naked in a random bed. You looked to the left of you, Sebastian was sleeping next you, his hair scattered all over the pillow and his face. You were relived but wanted to scream. You just had sex with your ex. You sighed and rolled over to the other side, you first wanted to focus on getting more sleep to calm down this migraine. As you rolled to your right you were met with another face. David. He sleepily put his arm around you and pulled you closer. You were shocked beyond belief. And not to your surprise He was naked as well as the blonde on the other side of you. You vowed to never have a threesome again after your last one a few years ago but seems like you’ve been breaking a few of your vows this past year. You could tick this off your New Year’s bucket list. You tried to shimmy out of David’s embrace, as you got back to middle of the bed you sat up, and a wave of nausea came over you. You quickly rushed out of the covers and ran to the ensuite of the bedroom to throw up the little food you had last night into the toilet bowl. Sometimes you really couldn’t hold your liquor. After what seemed like hours in the bathroom you stole one of whoever’s shirt was on the ground, put it on, and climbed back into the bed to rest more.

You were soon kicked out as the owner wanted everyone out. You and the rest of the band went home but Sebastian and David walked you home and talked and giggled bout last night. You appreciated it but were too sore and sick to really be enthusiastic.

A few days had past, and your nausea hadn’t died down. You were starting to get worried. You knew Seb is the kind of guy that ‘doesn’t dig rubbers’, and to add even more fuel to the fire, you don’t even remember what David was doing there, there were endless possibilities to who the father was if that was the cased, well not endless, two maybe two point five. You had taken two pregnancy tests although, one came out positive and the other came out negative. ‘Shit’ you’d have to go to the doctors. You were too frightened to go alone, what if you were pregnant and you passed out at the news? Seb and David were out of town too and you were too scared to ask any of the guys to take you. You sat on the edge of Duff’s bed, face buried in your hands and your elbows pressed on your knees. You heard a small knock at the door, fully expecting it to be Duff. You looked up for your hands to see Axl standing by the door looking at you with guilty and concerned eyes. “Fuck off, I’m not in the mood.” You told him and went back to dreading into your palms. “I just-…” He began in an irritated tone but inhaled and sighed. “I just wanted to say sorry.” He spoke sincerely. You responded in a breathy chuckle. He couldn’t possibly serious. It was quiet. You looked up again to see him still standing there, his face showing some kind of disappointment. Shit he was serious. You started to feel bad, his shining eyes showed so much regret and sincerity. “Shit sorry…” you apologised for laughing. He had come over and sat next to you, he raised his hand to put it on your back, but he hesitated and retracted it, placing it on his own thigh. Before, you guys were so close, but now it just felt awkward even being in the same room with each other. “Ax, I really don’t feel like talking right now.” You told him. You hadn’t called him that in ages, he felt slightly glad that the bond between the two of you wasn’t completely gone. “I’m glad you came to apologize but not right now, please.” You said, your face now going back into your hands. He didn’t leave, he didn’t even consider the fact. He still sat next to you, in silence. You felt his hand touch your back, placed gently.

“You’ve been throwing up recently.” He spoke softly, not with any condescension, not trying to imply or insinuate anything. You didn’t think he would notice, or at all care. You thought Duff would be the first to say something. But again, you tried to be secretive as possible. “Yeah… probably a bug or something.” You said tiredly, getting out of your hands and crossing your arms over your stomach. “I’ll take you.” He spoke. You looked at him with slight confusion. “To the doctors. I know you said once you didn’t like going alone.” He explained. He was being sincere, and you were willing to give him that second chance. You agreed, getting ready and heading off the hospital.

Sitting in the boring waiting area, the sound of receptionists typing and soft coughs from strangers on other sides of the rooms. Your leg shook nervously as bounced your foot at an angle on the floor. Yours clutching each other in front of you and your elbows rested on your thighs. Looking around, waiting for that one call of your name. You felt a bigger warm hand ingulf your two ones. You looked up to Axl, his soft eyes giving you a comforting look. Your stomach sunk, you felt horrible. Nausea. Nauseous looking at his face. His stupidly good-looking face. The face you stupidly fell for, and feeling like you still are head over heels for him in this moment. You wanted to say so much. Why was he sorry in this moment? What triggered it? Was it because Erin and him aren’t together? Were you a rebound? You opened your mouth about to ask the first question that came to mind, but you were cut off before a word even came out. The doctor called, and you had to get up, waving a small goodbye to Axl before entering the room you were allocated to.

Some normal icebreaker questions were asked, then he got you to sit on the bed, checking your breathing and heartbeat. You told him your symptoms. Your nausea, fatigue, etc. “Is there any chance you could be pregnant?” He had popped the question without hesitation. Still listening to your breathing, the cold stethoscope placed against your back. You just nodded and spoke a blunt ‘Yes’. “Well, that’s sweet of your boyfriend to come bring you here, most guys these days just run away at the moment it’s mentioned.” The doctor spoke. You were confused. You just laughed a fake ‘yeah’ trying to keep a comfortable atmosphere. What boyfriend? ‘Shit, Axl.’ “You two make a cute couple.” He smiled at you as he finished his check-up. Soon you were sent off the bathroom, with a cup. Nervous and jittery through every second. Giving your now filled cup to a nurse and the doctor inspected you for other reasons of your symptoms whilst your pee was being inspected. Your results came back soon, even as it felt like hours. The doctor said a farewell and you walked back to the waiting room clutching onto a piece of paper they gave you. You stopped. Searching the waiting room. Axl wasn’t there. Of course, he fucking wasn’t. You thought as the same anger bubbled in your stomach. You began to walk out of the hospital with a storm, walking down the endless white hallways, but a glimpse of ginger caught your eyes. There he was, standing at the till of a gift shop, one with balloons that said get well soon, stuffed animals, chocolates, flowers. In fact, he was standing with flowers and paying for them, giving the cashier a small smile and a wave as he finished paying. Turning around to see you looking at him. Shooting you the smile that make your knees weak and your stomach queasy. “Sorry, I thought you would take longer.” He apologised and handed you the flowers, your favourites. You were silent, starring at the flowers, your heart doing small flutters. Subconsciously you knew you never stopped liking him. “So… how was it?” He asked, waiting for an answer.

“Oh, it was a bug, well more like food poisoning from the party. But he have me this, so we have to go to the pharmacy.” You said holding up the piece of paper, giving it a small wave.

You both headed to the pharmacy and got your prescribed pills, heading out again just for a late afternoon stroll. Down by the boardwalk, looking out at the sun setting over the water. You hadn’t had one of these walks in ages with him, it was something you and him always enjoyed, it was nice to having something special like this back. You had almost fully forgiven him. Thoughts raced through your mind again. The apology? Was he serious? The flowers? Was it just to make you soft? You stressed. Axl immediately caught on. “You okay?” He asked. Putting his hands on your shoulders, stopping both of you in your tracks. Leading to the empty wooden bench closest to you. Taking a breathe as you sat. There was a pause, both looking at each other. The sun making his eyes glisten. “Why…” you began, trying to collect yourself. “Why did you kiss me?” You asked him. He didn’t say anything, thinking of what to say. “And Erin?” You added. “What did it mean to you? What do I mean to you?” You emphasised the last question. His hands creeped into yours, his head hanging slightly as he looked down at your hands in his now. You were about to take your hands away from his but he held them, gently, but slightly tighter. “Fuck it.” He began. “ I love you thats why. I’ve been fucking in love with you.” “Then why go date someone else?” You retorted quickly. “ Because you always say you can’t date in the band.” He said. “Yes, but a week after? Seriously?” You responded. “I needed an out, I couldn’t stop thinking about you after our kiss, it was making me crazy.” He said.

You didn’t know what else to say. That it was stupid? That you loved him too? But even if you wanted you couldn’t be with him.

“I still want to… I still want you. I want to be with you.” He sighed out softly, squeezing your hands. “You know we can’t…” You told him. He began to talk about how he’ll wait this time. Wait until you’re ready. You knew it wouldn’t happen, but at least gave him the chance, and yourself the chance of hope of you together.

“If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear.”

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A/n: SORRY THIS WAS ABSOLUTE SHIT, THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE INCORPORATION OF

‘I sit here on the stairs 'cause I'd rather be alone’

AND

‘Said, woman, take it slow and things will be just fine’

BUT I WAS A BIT TOO LAZY WITH THIS I JUST WANT TO GET TO THE NEXT CHAPTERS SORRY GUYS

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to-thelakes · 3 months

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built to fall (6)

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

series summary; after having a rough month, the feelings that you had been harbouring for your co-worker finally come to the surface

series warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, smut (later on), mutual pining, discussions of mental health, reader gets drunk, vomiting, suggestive themes, sexual tension, cases that the bau work are also mentioned so the usual warnings for the show apply

warnings for this part; angst, slight miscommunication, fluff, discussion of the case (dead body, poisoning), luke's voice being distracting as hell

notes; this chapter was SO difficult to finally get right but i think i did it? i think i'm happy with it! it was meant to be more like sexual tension-y but because i've been feeling emotionally turbulent so is reader (so apologies for that) but that does mean we're gonna get some soft fluffy sex next chapter, i wanna scream about what happens towards the end of this chapter but i will not be spoiling it and you'll see what i mean when you get to it so please feel free to scream at me in asks about it <3

tags; @smurfenijsje12 @xoxomoonlightbabe

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previous chapter

The only thing that woke you from your heavy slumber was the sound of banging against your door. Then Emily’s voice rang through your ears, calling your name. There was a hint of annoyance lingering in her tone. You let out a soft groan, rubbing your eyes as you tried to remember where the hell you were. Last night had been a blur, the last day was a blur and the memories of Luke trickled in until your eyebrows furrowed. You turned over, ignoring the banging on your door to check for him but the room was empty.

Where the hell was he?

You sighed but rather than worrying, you clambered out of bed and over to the door where Emily had begun to bang again. Thankfully, you had slipped some of Luke’s boxers and pajama pants on to replace your own spoiled ones so you were at least decent in front of your boss.

“What’s happening?” You asked as you came face-to-face with a disgruntled Emily. Your hands moved to cross over your chest, eyebrows furrowed. Frankly, you were a little frustrated that you had been awoken from the best sleep you’d had in weeks but you were on a case. So, you couldn’t blame her.

“We have another victim. We need everyone at the PD now. Rossi and JJ are heading to the crime scene. Have you seen Alvez?” Emily reeled off. The last question caught you off guard and your eyebrows furrowed further. You glanced back at the room. He definitely had been here. His clothes were strewn on the floor from when he had changed. His to-go bag was still on the chair in the corner. You could only guess that he left.

“Uhm.. no, no, I just woke up,” You mumbled as you turned back to look at her. Emily’s eyebrows raised, not believing you in the slightest. You opened your mouth to defend yourself but as the silence settled between you, you heard it. The soft patter of the shower against the tiled walls.

You followed her gaze to the bathroom door that was closed, “He might be in the shower. I’ll get him. We’ll be in the lobby in ten?” You stumbled out. You honestly hadn’t even realized he was still in your room and the fact that Emily had caught the two of you made your stomach squirm. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. You hadn’t expected to be caught with him so easily.

“Okay, I’ll meet you in ten,” Emily said and stepped away before she turned on her heel and sped down the corridor to the elevator. You closed the door and let your head bang against it. The heat crawled up your back and chest. That was probably the most embarrassing thing that had happened since you spilled your guts out to Luke the previous month. Actually, this was worse. This was way worse.

You headed over to the bathroom door, it was left unlocked and you knocked against it as you pushed it open slowly. It gave him ample time to tell you to stop but he didn’t. You could make out the shape of Luke under the spray of the shower through the steamy glass as you peeked your head inside. You couldn’t help but admire him, shamelessly. He was built like a Greek God, all muscles and curves and tanned skin.

If you weren’t thinking about the case, you absolutely would have gotten on your knees for him (again). His head turned back and a smirk appeared on his lips, catching the way you admired his naked form. Your eyes roved down his body, his gorgeously damp pecs and the V leading down past his stomach. The happy trail down to his cock that you had in your mouth not even 48 hours ago. You would do anything to have it in your mouth again but then you cleared your throat.

“Emily just knocked. There’s another victim. Rossi and JJ are headed to the scene but they need us at the PD,” You explained as Luke washed the shampoo out of his hair, his head tilted back.

“How long do we have?” He asked curiously. There was a mischievous inflection to his words and as much as you wanted to give in, you knew that you couldn’t.

“I said we’d be down at the lobby in ten,” You responded, shutting him down even if you desperately wanted it. He nodded and finished washing the shampoo out of his hair. You crossed over to the sink and picked up the toothbrush you had left the previous night. Luke didn’t seem to care that you were in the bathroom with him so you just went about your morning routine.

And as you brushed your teeth, Luke switched the shower off and got out. He then wandered up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He smelt like your apple body wash and his breath was minty from brushing his teeth not long before. His strong arms wrapped around your stomach while his chin rested against your head. It made you want to melt into him but you couldn’t. You knew that you couldn’t.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked as you brushed your teeth. You nodded your head, spitting some toothpaste out before going back to brushing. His hands were trailing along the exposed skin of your stomach and his lips moved to your neck. He pushed the hair away from your neck before pressing soft kisses against it. Your eyes fell closed, leaning into him.

His lips against your skin were so soft. His hands warmed up your belly as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. The tension from your abrupt awakening began to melt away as he kissed across your neck.

“You’re making me wanna stay here,” You mumbled as you pulled your toothbrush out of your mouth. He chuckled softly against you before he lifted his head up. You then leant forward and spat toothpaste out before you put the toothbrush under the tap, washing away any leftover paste.

“But we can’t keep Emily waiting,” He responded, pressing a kiss to your temple before he slipped his arms away from you. A soft whine escaped your lips, completely involuntarily. It made him chuckle, “We’re on a case,” He reminded. You pouted but sighed. You knew that you needed to focus. So, you took a deep breath.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” You responded and he nodded. He then walked back into the room to get changed into a new set of clothes.

You and Reid were at the ME after the latest murder. The MO was identical. There seemed to be no actual signs of what had killed them but the ME noted that they had completely empty stomachs and traces of stomach acid in their mouths and throat which suggested vomiting and nausea not long before death.

The best guess the ME had was that they were poisoned and it was only when Reid spoke to a husband of one of the victims to understand how the victim had been acting just before their death that he requested that the ME run a more comprehensive tox screen including digitalis poisoning.

You knew that digitalis - more commonly known as foxglove or monkshood - was poisonous but you had never really seen it be used in a case like this. Honestly, you’d never seen it be used as a poison by a serial killer ever. Though you knew that it had almost definitely happened. And Reid had told you that digoxin, a drug used to slow the heart, is derived from digitalis. So, it was more accessible than people believed.

“Digoxin has been used for decades to treat heart arrhythmias and although now, there is a less widespread usage of it, it is still accessible. And there have been years of documented deaths caused by digoxin in clinical settings,” Reid explained as he stood beside the newest victim's body. The ME had disappeared out of the room to grab the tox screen reports but she had already confirmed that it was digitalis poisoning as Reid had suspected.

“So, we’d have to look for someone who has access to digoxin? Either someone who has a heart condition or pharmacists, doctors, nurses?” You suggested. Reid nodded.

“It’s not as widely used as in the 90s but it is still prevalent in the US. It’s another parameter that might help Garcia,” Reid explained. You nodded.

“I’ll give her a call while you talk to the M.E.?” You suggested. Reid nodded and the two of you glanced at the door just as the M.E. came back with the tox screens in hand. You took that as your cue to let Reid discuss with the M.E. while you slipped out of the room and called Garcia. You put your phone up to your ear.

“What’s up, hotshot? What can the wise and wonderful Penelope Garcia do for you today?” She asked. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at her greeting. It made everything feel a little less dark and depressing.

“So, me and Reid are at the M.E. and the tox screen showed that they were poisoned with digitalis. Reid is talking with the M.E. about dosages now but he thinks that someone would have used digoxin to poison our victims,” You explained. Garcia hummed and you heard her clacking on the keyboard.

“Okay, I have a list of names who are prescribed to be on digoxin and doctors, pharmacists and nurses who have access to it but it’s a long one. You got anything else for me?” Garcia asked. You slipped your free hand into the pockets of your slacks, leaning back against the wall.

“Okay before we think about narrowing it down, add everyone who has been prescribed digoxin in the past… uhm decade?” You suggested. Garcia clicked at the keyboard again and she let out a disgruntled noise.

“You’ve made that list a whole lot longer,” She admitted. You sighed and glanced around. Okay, now you had to narrow it down.

“Okay, did the team give you parameters earlier?” You asked. Garcia let out a ‘uh-uh’ in affirmation, “Right so run those parameters against your list and see what comes up.” You listened as Garcia worked her magic. You appreciated Penelope so much. You knew that you would be suffering if you didn’t have her techno genius.

“I’ve got zilch” She said and you huffed out. You pushed some hair behind your ear before pushing yourself off the wall, pacing down the corridor.

“So, the original parameters that the team gave y-” You began but you were cut off by the sound of the phone ringing on Garcia’s end.

“Oh, newbie is calling. Can I patch him in?” Garcia asked. You let out a ‘mhm’ in agreement, not wanting to let on how much hearing Luke’s voice would distract you right now. You heard Garcia press a few buttons and then she said, “Got anything for us, newbie?” Garcia asked.

“Did you finish up with that search?” Luke asked. Garcia sighed. Just the sound of his voice brought you right back to being in the hotel room, his voice in your ear. The praise that he gave you that you desperately wanted more of.

“Sorry, I got her distracted,” You interrupted before Garcia could lament in her misery about being needed to do too many things. You also needed to keep your mind off the more dirty thoughts that jumped to the front of your mind.

“What did the M.E. say?” Luke asked. You quickly explained Reid’s hypothesis about digoxin poisoning being true and that you were having Garcia run those who are prescribed it or have access to it against the parameters but it hasn’t brought anything up.

Once he was caught up, you were quick to request; “The list of those prescribed digoxin, could you expand it to include the families of those who have been given the medication?” You asked. Garcia let out a disgruntled hum before she clacked her keyboard. The list expanded right before her eyes, “Okay, and now that you have that, run it against the team’s original parameters.” Garcia typed on her keyboard, waited and then frowned.

“Still nothing,” She said, sounding deflated. You sighed and brushed your hand over your face. The fact that it wasn’t getting you anywhere just made you more frustrated. Not only frustrated at the case but hearing Luke had you frustrated in a completely different way.

“Are we sure they used digoxin?” Luke asked. You glanced at the door, Reid was still discussing with the M.E. about the tox screen.

“No. I mean, they could have cultivated their own poison from foxglove but that would require equipment and skills and yeah, this Unsub is sophisticated but I think it’s bold to assume they would be sophisticated enough to make their own poison. I mean, I don’t know. I’ll discuss it with Reid when he’s done with the M.E. and-,” You cut yourself off, realising that you were rambling. Your mind was clearly distracted and both of them could tell that something was bothering you.

“What are you thinking?” Luke asked. You let out a soft huff of annoyance before you turned on your feet to pace the corridor.

“It’s clear that they were poisoned with digitalis but how did they consume it? Why did nobody notice someone lacing their food or drinks? And the victimology is all over the place, moving from young to old, clubbers to homebodies. It doesn’t make sense. How did they all get poisoned? If we go down the route of it being digoxin that was used, did they lace the food? Was it a liquid form? If that’s the case, then someone must have been spiking their food but surely someone would have noticed a drink being spiked. This Unsub is too sophisticated to be that risky and the vics are targeted. And say if they hadn’t used digoxin to poison the vics, then that means the Unsub is some sort of chemist, right? Or at least he had the knowledge to be able to distill poison from a foxglove plant, that’s a lot of skill. I just feel like we’re missing something, something big,” You rambled, annoyance spilling out as you hung your head.

“Garcia, do you think you could reconstruct the last 48 hours of all the victims' lives?” Luke asked. Garcia hummed out, happy to be given a task. You stepped back towards the wall, leaning against it as your eyes fell closed. His voice was so distracting, it was making it hard to think straight about how they could have been poisoned. It was making it hard to think about victimology, M.O., fucking everything.

The three of you discussed for a moment longer before Luke hung up, going back to the team and leaving Garcia to finish her search.

“So,” Garcia began and there was something in her tone that made you pause. You were going to hang up but you decided against it. That tone never meant anything good and you knew it, “when did that start?” You floundered for a response and pushed off the wall, checking to see if Reid was done. He caught your eye and he furrowed his eyebrows at your panicked look and you waved your hand dismissively.

“I really don’t think it’s the right time to talk about this,” You began to argue but Garcia just let out a playful ‘uh-huh’ and that sent off every alarm bell in your head, “What? What do you know?” You asked almost immediately, turning your back to the door.

“Nothing! You were at his house, I was just asking!” She replied defensively and you scoffed. You knew as well as anyone that that was a load of shit. There was no way that she was making assumptions based on you staying over.

“No, there’s something else. Please, tell me,” You responded, practically begging her to spill the beans.

Garcia let out a soft sigh before she mumbled, “I get if you don’t wanna talk about it but maybe be a little quieter if you’re on a case,” Your jaw dropped just as Spencer opened the door from the morgue. You felt the heat crawl across your chest and it made its way up your neck. Your cheeks were blazing and you stepped back, desperately wanting to curl into a ball. You were floundering.

“Did Garcia find something?” Reid asked and you shook your head.

“No, we uh- we tested the parameters but I thought- thought she should speak to you. I’ll put her on speaker,” You stammered out, desperately trying to ignore the embarrassment that sunk heavy in your stomach. It was bad enough that you had made a mess in the hotel room and worse that someone had heard you. Whoever heard you, you don’t know but you didn’t want to think about it.

You let Spencer take the phone as the two of you walked out of the ME’s office and back to the car as they discussed new parameters and possible ways that they could have produced their own digoxin and poisoned the victims.

Spencer noticed how you went quiet but he was too wrapped in with Garcia to say anything and then you were back with the team and he lost his chance.

As the afternoon drew on, you just got more and more exhausted. And after your rude awakening by Emily that morning, you definitely needed a coffee. The rest of the team were in the conference room, going through suspect files and the lists that Penelope had sent their way. Everyone knew that they were getting close to finding out who the Unsub was and they were at the last push. But you needed a coffee to get you through.

So, you were now standing in the kitchenette at the police station, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. You were tired and you felt so emotionally strung out. Whenever Luke spoke, all you could think about was the previous night and how desperately you wanted to be back in his room with him. And you felt like your mind was warring with itself, forcing you to pay attention to the case while also being constantly distracted by Luke.

The emotional turmoil wasn’t helped by the knowledge that somebody had heard you last night and all of it was compounding and giving you a headache. You ran your hands over your face, becoming impatient with the coffee machine.

Then a mug was placed on the side and two hands moved to rest against your hips. You knew it was Luke without even looking.

“What’s got you so distracted?” He practically whispered into your ear. You glanced back at him, cocking an eyebrow. He smirked and you turned back to the coffee machine. You just wanted this case over with and you wanted to get Luke alone but also you wanted painkillers and you wanted to curl up in bed.

“Someone heard us,” You stated as the coffee pot finally finished. Luke’s shoulders tensed, his gaze flicking back to the conference room before he looked back down at you. He seemed to back off slightly and you felt a sting in your chest. That was not the reaction you had expected but you tried not to think about it, “Penelope mentioned it on the phone earlier,” You added. Luke sighed and he watched as you poured a coffee for yourself and then you filled up his mug. He didn’t know what to say and he glanced back at the team, “I mean, we weren’t exactly subtle and your voice is really distracting so I’m not surprised they realized or put two-and-two together but-” You were trying to fill the silence but it just made you feel worse and so you cut yourself off. The headache was throbbing against your temples now and you could feel your emotions stretching like bubblegum. If Luke didn’t say something soon, you knew you were going to break. You could feel the emotions swirling around in your head in a sickening tsunami.

“Alvez, I need you with Rossi,” Emily’s voice interrupted the two of you. Your shoulder sagged and Luke stepped away from you.

He didn’t say anything.

When the case was done, the team got on the jet home. You landed just as the evening began to draw in but you and Luke hadn’t spoken. Not since you had poured him a coffee. Well, you had spoken but only as a team or about the case. The conversation or well, the words you spoke at him went undiscussed and by the time you landed, you didn’t have the energy for a conversation. You just wanted to get home and cry.

So, you headed straight for your car but before you could get in, Luke appeared.

“Are you coming over?” He asked. He sounded… unsure. You shook your head and his eyebrows furrowed, “What? Why not?” You glanced around. The team were filing away into their own cars and none of them seemed to be paying the two of you any mind. You were glad.

“I just wanna go home, Luke,” You muttered as you turned back around to reach for the car door. That only made his frown deepen and he reached out for your wrist.

“Talk to me,” He asked softly. JJ was eyeing the two of you up but you gave her a tentative smile before you looked back up at him. She had been talking with Spencer but they then, thankfully, got into the car. You really did not want an audience for this.

“You went silent on me. The second that I mentioned that Penelope had heard us, you went silent and I know, I know this probably wasn’t what you were thinking but the way you went silent, you pulled away from me, it’s like you regretted it. And I really like you, Luke. I shouldn’t say it but I think I love you and if you don’t then, then that’s okay but tell me that. If you don’t, I understand just let me go home. My head hurts and I need tylenol and to sleep,” You tried to make yourself as clear as possible even if you didn’t really want to bring it up here. You didn’t want to talk about it now. You were emotionally strung out and exhausted and honestly fucking horny and it was all compounding into a fucking shitstorm in your head which made your temples throb. Luke’s face fell at your words and the frown that spread across his lips made your gut twist.

“I don’t regret it,” He stated firmly. You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself, He went silent for a moment and you could see the way he was warring with his own emotions. You stared down at the floor, “I-” Luke faltered and he let out a ragged sigh. You had never seen him so unsure and it was unsettling,

“Ever since I got back from Iraq-” He paused, contemplating why he was choosing to have this conversation in the air hangar parking lot but he knew he needed to say it, “I didn’t want to find someone. Before I joined the Army, I didn’t have the best track record with dating. I didn’t think it was something I should seek out when I came back. So, I didn’t and then I met you while we were chasing fugitives and you caught me off guard. I didn’t expect you but you were there and I began to open up to the idea of being with someone again. At first, I thought it was just one-sided but that didn’t really matter to me. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Call it what you want but I wanted to take care of you. Then JJ asked if I wanted to go to the bar with the rest of the team and you walked in and I didn’t know what to say. Then you,” A tentative smile began to overtake his face, “you started drinking and you were holding my arm and laughing at my jokes and- and hugging me and dancing with me(?) I was surprised. I knew that you were drunk so it was probably nothing. But then, you got weird about it. And I thought I’d crossed a line-” You cut him off when you heard that, shaking your head.

“You never crossed a line,” You muttered. He nodded.

“I know and then Prentiss spoke to me and you rocked my world. I thought that it would end badly or I’d do something wrong and I’d lose you again. I don’t want that,” He continued. You nodded along, reaching out to take his hand, “When you said that earlier, I was surprised. I didn’t care that someone heard but I thought I’d messed up and I wanted to be alone with you if we were going to talk about it, us, whatever. We were on a case and I didn’t- Honestly, I didn’t know what to say. I froze up.” The more he spoke, the more soothed you felt and the anxiety that had built up for the past few hours turned into pure adoration. You felt tears well in your eyes as you looked up at him, He took a breath, “I love you.” His words were firm but full of love. You felt a tear slip down your cheek, wiping it away quickly, “Can you come over?” He asked. He tentatively made eye-contact with you and when all he saw was love, his shoulders relaxed.

“Yeah,” You nodded and squeezed his hand, “Let me get some clothes from my apartment first though,” You mumbled. He nodded and leant forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll meet you there.”

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Talk

Previous Parts || Betrayal P1|| Reunion P2 || He Wanted His POV||

Summary || After finding Alfie, you go talk with Thomas

Word Count || 1.1k

Pairing || Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings || Alfie s4 spoilers, mentions of being shot, swears

Notes || Yes this series is still going! There will either be one or 2 main parts after this one and one side one like He Wanted. I hope you all enjoy! And since this is my story Reader and Alfie still have Cyril. special shout out to @runnning-outof-time for helping me sort a few things out for this chapter. please go read her her she's amazing!

Rage, fear, pain. All those things you felt as you look at your husband. Lying in bed, nearly dead from a gunshot to the head. You’ve barely slept as you’ve tended to him. Alfie hasn’t woken up yet, it’s given you plenty of time to figure out what to say when he does. God, he thought the best way out was by having him killed. How selfish could he be? The deal was in sickness and in health. Did Alfie really think you’d turn away from him because of his skin cancer? Using the betrayal to Thomas as a way to get a quick death. Or maybe you were being selfish excepting him to fight through it.

Damn Thomas Shelby for doing as he asked. He could have just walked away, he should have. You knew he was a man of his word though. It was something you admired about him. Even now. Sighing, you stood from your seat and lightly placed your hand on Alfie’s cheek as you leaned over him and placed a kiss on his head. Scratching Cyril’s head as he lay next to Alfie, you left the room. You had a destination in mind, you needed to talk to Thomas.

A wave of nostalgia hit you as you walked through the door of the Garrison. You haven’t been here since that night. Could never bring yourself to come in because he owned it. Thomas would always be there and you never wanted to see him again. Now you wanted to shoot him in the head yourself. But since he’s been working with Alfie you’ve felt yourself slightly soften on him. Slightly.

“I never thought I’d see the day when you walked through those doors again.”

Turning your head to the familiar voice, a smile came to your face. One of apology and greeting. Polly gave you a smile, as she always did, as she walked up to you.

“Neither did I, but I have to speak with,” You hesitated almost calling him a more familiar name, “Thomas.”

“He’s home right now. But I have something for you.” Polly said

Curiosity took over as you watched her walk away to the back office. What could she possibly want to give to you? Moments later Polly came back holding a letter. Now you were really curious. The smile she gave you held something you couldn’t really tell. She handed it over and you saw your name scribbled on top of it with his writing. There was a hesitation in taking it. You never fully forgave Thomas, so you weren’t sure if you wanted to take the letter, she was giving you. Sighing, after a moment you took it from her and stared at the paper in your hand.

“Tommy always talked about giving it to you. Just never got the balls to do it. You need to talk with him.”

“About more than one thing it seems.” You muttered

You opened the letter and read over it. A feeling came over you, one you couldn’t place. It was obvious he wrote it after the fight years ago. You were tired, you missed him. Over the years you grew over your anger. The only one that stood right now is he shot your husband. Folding up the letter, you said goodbye to Polly and left the Garrison. The drive to Arrow house wasn’t bad as your mind was too preoccupied with what you were going to say. You wanted to keep a level head as much as possible. The car stopped and you stepped out. Not bothering to wait for your door to be opened. Walking up to the door you knocked and patiently waited for an answer. Not long after the door was opened, and you came face to face with a woman. From her outfit she is a maid in the house. You gave her a smile and fought the urge to just turn around and drive back home. Having some regret in coming to talk.

“May I help you ma'am?” She politely asked

“Yes, I’m here to talk to Mr. Shelby.”

“I’m sorry he’s not taking people at the moment.”

You held back a sigh as you looked at the woman. You knew she was just doing her job, but this was slightly getting on your already worked up nerves. Discreetly you let out a sigh and gave her a nod. Maybe you should just turn around and go home. This could be a sign to just say fuck it and never come back again. Then you saw the image of Alfie lying there in bed and couldn’t bring yourself to leave. You had to talk to Tommy, it was years overdue.

“Tell him Mrs. Solomons needs to speak with him, please.”

The maid paused at the door, and you could tell she was just as annoyed as you were. It was obvious most people just walked away hearing that. Only you weren’t leaving and if he said no, you were going to storm into his office yourself. Going home without a talk wasn’t an option. After a moment she opened the door wider and directed you to step inside.

“Please wait here as I talk to Mr. Shelby.” She informed you

“Thank you,” you replied as she walked away.

It was a nice home; you were glad Thomas was finally getting the life he deserved. Well, some of it at least. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined this being your home with Thomas by your side. It seemed the future had very different plans for you. You saw the picture of Grace and still couldn’t help the pit of hatred you felt for her. Had she never gotten into his life, you’d still be in it. But she sabotaged your relationship with him. For that you’ll never forgive Grace. What you could feel happiness for, was the joy and happiness she brought to Thomas in the time they were together. For that you will be forever grateful to her. Heels clicking against the floor brought your attention to the maid coming back over to you. Seemingly annoyed but doing a good job masking it. Only you could see right through it.

“Mr. Shelby will see you in his office. If you’ll follow me, please.” She spoke

“No need, I can get there myself. Thank you.”

You walked past her and walked over to his office door. There was no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, you entered the room. This wasn’t the first time you’ve been here. No, you’ve been a few times when Alfie had to deal with business and wanted you by his side. This was the first time you’re here alone. Thomas sat at his desk, but his attention turned to the door as you came in. Both of you stared at the other in silence before you fully stepped into the room and closed the door behind you.

“Tommy, we need to talk.”

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Medical Drill

Summary: Just more Team Germany stuff in the Toledo House

CW: smoking, FEM! Reader (referred to as “pretty lady”), general Berlin-ness, secret relationships, implied previous smut

AN: I ADORE Moscow so he’s featured in this. If it is disjointed it's bc I wrote half a month ago and another half while making bread. No beta. @soraya-daydreams <3.

WC: 1.65

You rub your eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness of your room and what must have happened to wake you up so fast. The curtain you drew last night is firmly in place, all your belongings are where they should be. You start to lay your head back down. You bolt upright when you hear another knock on your door followed by the Professor stage whispering.

“Vienna! We need you! Something happened to Moscow! He can’t breathe!”

There is a high chance it’s a drill. You tell yourself. If something is wrong, he will be in your room shaking you awake.

With a sigh, you heave yourself out of your bed and start rummaging through the “medical kits” scattered around your room. The real ones for the heist are still being assembled, so you have old books ranging from Care and Keeping of Farm Animals, to Don Quixote, labelled by which kit they are and the supposed contents. The order of them generally goes from the head down, no.1 being head injuries, no.2 and no.3 being neck and heart respectively. You pluck no.4 - lungs - off the floor and sprint out of your room. The hall is quiet, meaning Moscow must be at the checkpoint with the Professor.

You wince slightly as the steps creek while you run down them. But if you can’t get any sleep, you don’t feel back about the others waking up. Stumbling out the house door you don't even register the temperature change and just keep running.

Moscow and the Professor are sitting at the outside table quietly talking, while every few seconds the Professor looks at his stopwatch. The night is warm with a clear sky so they don’t seem to mind being awake. You run faster outside, trying to make up for lost time. Slaming the “medical kit” on the table you look up at the Professor (ignoring his wincing at how you treat the medical kit) to get your reaction time.

“This says number 5 on it.” Moscow tells you. You almost break your neck with how fast you turn your head to look at the book. You see the clear Medical Kit 4 label and look back at Moscow to see if he actually is having a medical emergency. He lets out a small laugh and pats your arm as if to apologize for pranking you. You feel yourself smile despite the early hours of the morning.

“I’m just messing with you. You did well.” He says. You don’t have it in you to be mad at him, and lightly push his shoulder to let him know you see the funny side.

“Well, good yes. It’s faster than last week's drill. However, in a heist, every moment is crucial to treat the hostages.” The professor tells you moving his fist to articulate his point. Pulling out a seat you sit next to Moscow, who offers you a cigarette. You nod and he hands you one and his lighter. You force yourself to nod and pay attention to the impromptu lecture knowing you’ll never have to work again in a few months.

The professor only has a few more comments, things you make mental notes about to try next time before he bids you a good (but quite early) morning and leaves to prepare for the class day.

“Thanks for doing this,” you say quietly.

“I used to wake up at 4 in the morning for the mines. This is nothing for me.” Moscow tells you.

“Mind if I sit with you for a moment? I’m wide awake now, I don’t think I could sleep.”

Moscow nods and you lapse into a comfortable silence. Moscow is kind to you and praises you in front of Denver for getting an education to gently tease his son. He has ended up being your partner for many heist-related team exercises. At first, it was because his son kept ditching him to team up with Nairobi or Tokyo, but now you prefer to work with him over anyone else. Berlin is a close second.

“How are things going with your boyfriend?” He asks lighting up another cigarette. You frown thinking over his words while you watch the cherry of the cigarette burn. You don’t tell anyone about previous partners you’ve had before joining the heist, trying to keep going through with the future and ignoring your past.

“My who?”

Moscow turns his head to see if you’re joking with him. When he seems you’re not he continues “C'mon, you know. The other half of Team Germany.” He adds extra empathy to the team bit.

You drop your gaze down to your cigarette in the ashtray. Moscow places his hand on your shoulder and gives it a small squeeze. You like Moscow, he’s like one of those uncles who aren’t blood-related but always there for you. He dances with you after three beers and tells you corny jokes.

“I, um, we have been ‘seeing each other’ for a few months.” You say, using air quotes to describe the nature of your relation to the leader of the heist. Moscow shows no anger or judgement, just his kind eyes so you keep going.

“It’s supposed to be causal. And I’m keeping it that way ‘cause who knows what will happen inside the mint. I can see why he was married five times. Part of me wants to go along with it, even after the heist. But I can't risk ruining the money.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

You sigh, watching the wind blow through the bushes. You tell yourself you will but there are so many what-ifs it's hard.

“I’ll decide when we're all on the boat.”

Moscow looks like he has something to add, but isn't sure if he should say it. When he opens his mouth to speak, all that comes out is a bad cough. You rub your hand over his back as he hunches over, carefully watching and waiting before you offer him water or a cough suppressant. Much to your dismay, he resisted, trying to get back to the conversation between you.

"What were you saying?" he asks.

"I can't remember." you lie, and Moscow is kind enough to understand the topic of the conversation entirely.

“Let me cheer you up. Have you heard the one about the doctor and the teacup?"

You turn to look at him, excited for whatever it could be.

“Darling, you look exhausted,” Naririobi says joining you at the table for a lunch break. You nod slowly as if each movement is exhausting you, which isn't far from the truth.

“There was a medical drill last night. I couldn’t sleep after.” You tell her. She nods sympathetically as you reach for another glass of water.

“Go and nap. I’ll wake you before class starts,” she says. Thanking her you push your chair into the table and start to make your way to the stairs.

You’re so close to your bed that you can almost feel the soft pillow under your head when a hand reaches for your wrist. Too tired to question or pull your hand back you just follow the hand to an arm clad in an expensive suit jacket, to a handsome face.

You blink slowly, not to be seductive but to try and get some moisture back into your tired eyes. It helps but also puts you closer to an eye twitch.

“Hey pretty lady, where are you going?” he asks quietly. Everyone else is downstairs eating or outside to enjoy the summer but you appreciate his commitment to keeping it hidden.

“To bed.”

You watch his lips curve into a sharp smile, thinking you’re going to take him with you.

“In the middle of the day? When is everyone awake? That’s risky for you.” He gently twists your wrist so he can kiss the back of your hand. “I like it.”

“I’m going to my bed, alone, to nap,” you correct him, making no moves to pull your wrist back.

“How much time did the Professor say was an efficient nap? 20 minutes?” he twists his wrist to check his watch, shaking your arm in the process. “You can nap and we still have another 30 to spend together.”

He chuckles as you shift your weight, seriously considering his proposal.

The rapid heavy thumps of footsteps on the stairs make Berlin drop your hand and turn around. You bend at your side to peep over his shoulder to see who is coming. Denver comes into view first, with Moscow starting to loom behind him.

You see Denver nudge Moscow to start speaking, some questions addressed to Berlin, something about the phone that will be wired to the Professor.

“As you can see, I’m talking to Vienna right now,” Berlin says, turning back to you. He looks apologetic that your time together will have to be cut short.

You wave a hand in front of your face. “I have to nap anyway. We'll continue this later?”

Berlin smiles at your words, hearing the subtext in them and nodding in agreement. Turning back to the other men, you’re sure he’s still smiling. As he and Denver descend the stairs, Moscow catches your eye and gives you a friendly wink. One that just screams I was young once too.

Face burning, you rush into your room, kick off your shoes and settle into bed. Even though you know you won’t be able to fall asleep now.

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Ceasefire | 0.8 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley Bradshaw is in San Diego, summoned to Top Gun for the first time. Commander “Hyde” Simpson is his flight instructor, and she doesn’t have time for schoolboy crushes.

Warnings: ex-husband!beausimpson, divorce, age gap (rooster is somewhere between 26-28, reader is 38), power imbalance between instructor and student aviator, swearing, angst, smut, unprotected pinv, arguing

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When you had read over Bob’s hastily typed note of Bradley’s address, you had failed to consider than number 4c was likely to not be a ground floor apartment. Three floors up, your heels are digging into your feet and you’ve still got the taste of Beau’s tongue in your mouth.

With your jacket abandoned at the wedding, you pad along the hallway of the building and knock politely at the blue wood. Cold breeze, shame, and an entire day spent near an open bar — you’re not in the mood to be playing waiting games. The civility fades from your touch with each bang against the cheaply painted, powder blue front door.

The door to the apartment finally swings open after maybe the twelfth knock.

Bradley’s standing on the other side, his suit jacket and tie long discarded, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to the elbows and the top few buttons popped open. Ignoring you clearly wasn’t going to work. Handsome, hurt — gearing up to slam the door in your face again, you need to work quickly. Words pour into your head and spill out again just as quickly, not a single one of them making it past your lips.

He stares at you, nailing the wounded look. You’re so filled with guilt that it’s already pushing up and spilling out, he rolls his eyes as you start to pour with apologies.

“What do you want, Hyde?” He asks dully, keeping his body between the opening in the door, making it painfully clear that he wants you nowhere near him.

“I’m so sorry that you saw that, Bradley — I didn’t mean-“

He scoffs and pushes at the door, leaving it to swing shut as he turns away. You catch it before it slams in your face, pushing yourself inside and shutting it behind you.

You’re standing now in his living room. It’s a sparsely decorated space, a grey L-Shaped couch in the corner, navy and white area rug in the middle, a big tv with a gaming console plugged into it.

“Rooster, let me explain, please.” You sigh, taking a step towards him. He’s hurt. He takes a quick step back and holds a hand out towards you, keeping you at arm’s length.

“Are you still in love with him?”

It’s a loaded question, and you think that you’ve got the answer to it instantly. He knows what you’re going to say, but after what he saw tonight, he doesn’t want the first answer that springs to your mind. The look in his eyes makes you pause. You sigh softly.

“I’ll always love the memories that we have, the family that we created,” You answer gently, your tone sincere. Rooster stares at you. “But I don’t love him. He doesn’t make me happy, I’ll never be happy with him.”

You take a step towards him and this time he doesn’t move. You rest your hands on his hips, smoothing your fingers along the neat fabric of his white button up, lifting your gaze to look him in the eye. You both know that there’s still a gaping question, waiting for an answer. Does Rooster make you happy?

You trail your fingers up, along his forearm and curl them gently around his bicep, pulling yourself slightly closer to him.

Rooster scoffs, brushing you off of him, “But you’ll let him kiss you in front of everyone when I’m not even allowed to stop by your office anymore.”

“I didn’t let him do anything! — He was drunk and he just did it, Bradley. What was I supposed to do?”

“That’s not how it looked to me.” Bradley answers back, shaking his head. He steps into your space, “You were all over him all night. Look, Hyde, you’ve got kids with this guy — if I’m in the way, if there’s even a chance that the two of you are going to get back together, say it now.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s over between him and I?” You groan, leaning your head back and sighing.

“After he just stuck his tongue down your throat in front of me, you might have to say it again.” He snaps back, cheeks reddening, brown eyes darkening. He hasn’t ever talked back to you like this.

You groan and and follow him forwards again, “Rooster, god fucking damnit — I’m divorcing him, I left him—“

“You’ve been divorcing him since I met you and he’s still wearing his fucking wedding ring!” Rooster bites back.

“He wasn’t — he wasn’t wearing it today.” You answer quietly, brows scrunching together. You hadn’t realised that Rooster had taken notice of that before now. He has, every single time he has seen your husband on base for the entirety of the summer, his eyes have always been drawn down to the gold band on Beau’s finger.

“Fucking Christ, you know what I meant.” Rooster mutters, shaking his head. He turns his gaze back towards you, cold. Your chest aches, knowing that if you reach for him again, he’ll just brush you off. He takes his time to read your expression. It’s clear that you’re feeling guilty, but he knows what he saw today, and it wasn’t two people who don’t love each other.

There’s a long pause. You know that there’s nothing you can say that will calm him down, he’s trying not to say something out of line. Still, after fifteen years of marriage to a man that can count the times he has smiled in the past year on one hand, you’ll be fine.

“I don’t know why you even came here.” He tells you, his voice low and careless. “You should go.”

Unfazed, you tilt your head and squint. Rooster stands firm opposite you.

“So, you’re calling the shots now? — The decision’s all yours?” You challenge, scrunching your brows at him. After the evening you’ve had with Beau, you’re tired of men and their egos, and the blame landing on you every time.

“Yeah, I am.” Rooster answers. “Let yourself out.”

Your mouth hangs open as he turns away from you and grabs his open beer from the end table before heading down the hallway. He makes it to his bedroom and still hasn’t heard the front door slam. He groans as he swings the door open.

The sound of your heels on the hallway floor ring through the apartment. It’s a small space, Javy’s room is opposite Bradley’s and Jake’s is on the other side of the living room.

“Go away, Hyde.” Rooster mumbles, taking a long drink from his beer and setting it down on his dresser.

“No, you listen to me—“

He scoffs, turning to face you, standing in his doorway and scowling at him like he has done something wrong.

“I’m done fucking listening to you!” He snaps. A few steps in your direction, the vein in his neck struggling against the white of his collar. You stand still, turning your gaze towards the ground just so you don’t have to see how much tonight hurt him. “Do I mean anything to you, Hyde? — Do you even give a fuck—“

“Oh my god, can we not do this now?” You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. He chuckles dryly and takes another drink, then shakes his head.

“My thoughts exactly, I don’t have anything to say to you right now, so you should just leave.” He mutters, leaning back against the dresser and folding his arms over his chest. His muscles strain against the white of his shirt, hair messed with loose curls falling down onto his forehead.

The anger slips for a moment and you see just how hurt he is, all of the hurt that he’s holding in those pretty brown eyes.

“Can you at least let me explain?” You bite back, crossing the room and pointing your finger into his stupid, muscled chest.

A muscle in his jaw ticks. He swallows softly and leans back, folding his arms over his chest. An entire summer of trying to convince you that he’s worth the risk, and you crushing it all in the space of one evening. Like you weren’t just laying in his arms this morning, tracing your fingers over each of the freckles on his arms.

Furious is an understatement. His face flushes, throat tightening as he tries to keep his words to himself. Rooster had been wondering this whole time what you had possibly had in common with someone as cold as Cyclone. Now, after a summer of letting him think he had a chance, he gets it.

“No. You should go.” He stands firm, squaring his shoulders and glancing down at your finger still pressed into the fabric of his shirt. Your features tighten.

“Rooster, for god’s sake, it was just—“

He leans forwards and grabs the back of your neck, tugging you harshly forwards and pressing his lips to yours. One hand curling harshly into your hair, he tugs at your roots, taking advantage of the small whimper you let out after.

Lips parted, he slips his tongue into your mouth and grabs at your hip with his other hand. He presses harder into you, kissing at you mouth with a blind passion, your teeth knocking into his as you bump into the foot of his bed.

“Have you thought about doing what you’re told for once in your damn life?” He mumbles against your mouth, curling his hand tighter into your roots. You moan softly into him, pain and pleasure, him and only him. You let him have that one.

His hand comes up, catching hold of your jaw and tilting your neck back, angling your head exactly where he wants it as he drops his mouth down to suck at your throat. Almost painfully hard, leaving purple marks, covering them with his teeth and then kissing softly at the pressure points.

Your fingers curl into the fabric of his white shirt, creasing it under your grip as you tug it free from his belt. Rooster curls his fingers tighter around your jaw, cupping your throat in his hand as he sucks kisses against your neck.

Dizzied by his hold on you, his mouth against your skin, you fumble with his buttons, fingers trembling as you try to work them open. As his lips work along your throat eagerly, teeth doing maybe even more work than his lips, his hands are on your chest again.

Knees weakening, you grab onto his shoulders for leverage as he kneads your breasts under his palms, kissing feverishly along your neck. You stumble slightly, finally getting his shirt open. A longing sound slips your lip as you push the fabric back off of his shoulders, almost a groan, not quite a whimper. He pulls back just slightly, shrugging the material down his arms and discarding it onto his floor.

Rooster catches your wrist and turns you quickly away from him, grabbing the zipper at the back of your dress and tugging it down harshly. There’s a faint sound of something ripping, but that’s truly the last thing on your mind when his mouth is attached to your throat and he’s tearing you out of your clothes like a man possessed.

“Rooster!” You gasp, stumbling slightly as he spins you to face him again, letting your dress fall around your ankles.

“You want me to stop?” He breathes out, almost impatient as his hands curl around your hips. You stare at him, silent, blinking and trying to process what is happening in front of you. Slowly, your head shakes from left to right. Rooster nods his head hurriedly, going for his belt. He makes easy work of the buckle, tugging it out of the loops, dragging his zipper down and stepping out of the dress pants, leaving him in black boxers.

Your mouth goes dry, lips parted, eyes widening as he tucks an arm around your waist and pushes forwards, pressing his knee into the mattress and lowering you down onto his bed. He pins your body to the mattress with his, squeezing your hips under his palms.

He lowers his head and kisses at your chest, holding you close with one hand as the other cups your breast. You let your head lull back. You should probably be embarrassed at how easily he coaxes a moan from your lips. He nips at your skin, making his way downwards, glancing up at you with a smirk on his lips as you gasp.

Most of the time, Rooster is careful and tentative with you. Taking his time, taking care of you in every way that he can. Neither one of you is in the mood for that today. You’re his — he wants you to be all his, just his, and he needs nothing more than to let him know that’s exactly what you are.

You gasp again as he grabs your hips and pulls you under him with ease. He plants his forearm beside your head, nudges your underwear to the side, and guides his cock between your legs. You kiss his lips needily, quickly remembering the heavy heels on your feet. You push yourself onto your elbows, reaching for the strap around your left ankle, “Oh, wait—“

“Leave ‘em on.” Rooster pushes you back down, catching the back of your knee and hiking it up around his waist, watching breathlessly as he guides the tip of his cock between your folds. You whine, shifting desperately under him.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take him. You whimper softly, adjusting to the hot, thick stretch of him. He kisses your jaw lazily, fucking into you in short, soft thrusts until he’s buried into you completely.

Rooster barely waits a second before his hands are on your hips, holding you in place as he fucks into you. That gold cross necklace he wears dangles over his pronounced collarbones as he grunts desperately at the feeling of your walls around him.

Your hand trails up his neck, curling into his hair, tugging hard as he rocks harshly forwards. His fingers press into your hips, holding you still so that he can keep up his pace. Filling you completely and then dragging back, rocking you towards your high, making your head spin.

He lets go of one side of your hips, moving it down between your bodies. His thumb presses harsh circles on your clit making you tighten your grip in his hair. Rooster grunts out, moaning against your collarbone. You whine from the added stimulation, squeezing your eyes shut, pressing your heel into the small of his back.

Head falling back against his checkered sheets, your scrape your nails against the nape of his neck, marking up his tanned skin. Rooster grabs your hips and tugs hard, pressing your thighs back so that he can angle himself deeper. He sinks back in slowly, watching your lips part into a desperate, panting ‘o’ shape.

This angle is deeper, but not painful, it just means that the tip of his cock grazes your g-spot each time he’s pulling back.

“Fuck!” You cry out, stomach curling into knots as he drives himself into you. He presses his mouth eagerly against your open mouth, caressing his tongue against yours. Rooster’s palm slides around to your ass, smacking your skin, snapping his hips forwards harder and harder.

Your nails dig into the backs of his biceps, clinging to him, unable to do anything other than cry out his callsign and take it — and you couldn’t be more content with where the events of tonight have led you.

“I’m gonna cum, Rooster — ungh, Rooster, fuck!”

Javy’s walking ahead, stumbling forwards, barely stopping himself from tumbling head first onto the entryway carpet. Jake swings the door shut behind him, brows furrowing slightly as the two of them realise what’s happening down the hall. The rhythmic sound of Rooster’s headboard slamming into the wall, overwhelmed by the incoherent babbling of someone getting their brains fucked out is a pretty good indicator.

Rooster pulls out all together and flips you onto your front, filling you again. He nods hurriedly as your walls squeeze around his cock, nudging you forwards and covering your body with his.

“Holy fuck.” You breathe, cheek pressing hard into the mattress as he bottoms out again and again, pounding into you. His hips stutter slightly as you clench around him again. Still, fighting to keep his head on straight, his hand reaches around your middle to play with your clit, rubbing in tight fast circles.

You moan out, curling your hands tight into his sheets as you feel your orgasm washing over you. Dark spots appear in your vision when your eyes are open and white ones blink behind your closed lids, the sound of his skin hitting yours just as loud as your moans for him. You ride out your high, so breathless that your head is spinning, the sound of his desperate groans from behind you.

His thrusts falter, growing sloppier with each movement, groans growing strained as his fingers press hard into your skin. Your eyes roll back, your walls fluttering around him with each thrust. Rooster just about remembers to pull out, knuckles whitening around your hips as he slips out of you.

Rooster’s heart thuds in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he tries to catch his breath. You exhale hard, resting your forehead against the sheets, whining softly.

He runs a hand through his curls, standing up and grabbing the box of tissues from his dresser. He sits down on the edge of his bed, tucking an arm around you and pulling you into his lap. You rest your head against his broad shoulder as you let him clean the two of you up.

“Listen, Rooster, I-“

Rooster shakes his head as he tosses the tissues into his trash can, pressing his lips to your shoulder as he moves on to getting you out of your heels. He tosses them into the same pile as your clothes. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore, Hyde.”

You nod softly, letting him wrap you in his arms. Still naked, tucked under the checkered duvet, his chest pressed to your back, you fall asleep in his bed. Falling asleep with him is the easy part. It’s waking up with him, knowing how last night went, that’s the hard part.

Afraid of the conversation that’ll come once he’s awake, you lie as still as you can for as long as possible. Maybe forty minutes, just watching the sun rise from under the blind on his window. He groans softly against the curve of your neck, pressing himself forwards and squeezing his arms tighter around you.

You wriggle just a little, letting him know that you’re awake. He loosens his arms. You turn around, pressing a kiss to the scar on his cheek. He sighs softly, pulling back and pressing the base of his palm into his eye socket, rubbing the tiredness away.

“I’m so sorry about last night,” You murmur softly, tracing your fingertips over his bicep, voice muffled slightly from where you’re tucked against his chest. “I’m going to fix this.”

Rooster presses his lips tenderly to the top of your head, brushing his thumb up and down over the small of your back. He exhales slowly and nods his head. “Okay.”

Your heart aches, curling your fingers around his bicep as you pull back to look him in the eye. “I mean it, I don’t want to lose you.”

His lips quirk softly at the edges, eyes scanning over your features like he’s looking for a sign that you mean this. That you really mean it. Rooster leans forwards, kissing you slowly, lazily, fingers pressing into your back as his naked chest presses into yours.

“I love you,” He murmurs, pulling back and kissing the corner of your lips, brown eyes meeting yours as he leans back again. You know this, you’ve known this for going on a week now — it’s clear in the way he looks at you. Yet, it’s hard not to tense up when you’re hearing it for the first time. “And I’m okay with waiting for you to feel the same, but if there’s any chance at all that you and him—“

As much as it makes your muscles freeze up so badly that it’s a pain consistent with having just worked out, you’ve got a feeling that you’ll get used to hearing him say that. There are definitely worse things in this world than letting someone love you like he does. You can handle this. In fact, you want it.

You shake your head, hooking your leg over his hip and shifting closer. He relaxes into you, closing his eyes just briefly as your fingers smooth over his cheek, your lips grazing his tenderly.

“Just you,” You promise, brushing his curls back off of his forehead, kissing him again. Rooster slides his arms around you, humming contentedly as he pulls you closer, guiding your thigh up higher around his waist. “I want you.”

Rooster kisses you, lips moving lazily against yours as his hands grip your waist. You hum against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling yourself impossibly closer to him. He grinds his hips forwards, brushing himself up against your core.

“I want you.” You say again, lips grazing his ear. His arms constrict around your middle, pulling you tight against him as he noses at your jaw, pressing gentle kisses to your neck.

He presses forwards, turning you onto your back so that he can slip between your legs. This time is softer than last night, you want him and you’ve got him — all of his attention, his entire heart. He’s trusting you again. Making sure to be gentle after last night’s pace, you’re on cloud nine, content in your decision by the time you’re done.

Even realising that the zipper on your dress is busted and now gapes open at the back doesn’t dampen your mood.

“Yeah, no — Jake and Javy would’ve come in late, they won’t be up yet.” Rooster promises as he secures the safety pin at the back of your dress, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “This isn’t working… um… here.”

He grabs the grey zip up hoodie from the back of his closet door and passes it into your hands, turning around to find a shirt for himself. You slip it over your shoulders, stepping around him to smooth out your hair in the mirror.

“You ready?” Rooster checks, as he slips a white crew neck over his head.

You make the mistake of stepping out first. Your second mistake is walking forwards, confident that he was right about his roommates sleeping because of the silence from the front of the apartment. The second that you round the corner, you realise your mistake.

Coyote’s got the freezer door open, standing halfway in it as he searches for something to cure his raging hangover. Jake, having given in to the feelings of nausea a while ago, is sitting at the counter with a glass of ice cold water, staring right at you.

Not anticipating your sudden stop, Rooster bumps into your back and knocks you forwards. Now you’re both standing at the edge of the hall, Rooster’s chest pressed into your back, frozen.

“Hey Rooster, did you take the last — holy shit.” Coyote’s eyes widen, jaw hanging open as he registers who is standing in front of him. Jake sets his glass down on the counter and tilts his head slightly, taking time to now understand the big picture.

An entire summer of sneaking around, wondering why the hell Rooster was so adamant on keeping it a secret. It all suddenly makes sense.

“Boys.” You greet sheepishly, trying not to stare too much at their stunned faces. You can practically feel the amusement radiating off of Rooster as he stands behind you.

“Ma’am.” Jake nods back, whilst Javy still remains too stunned to speak behind him. Rooster taps your waist.

“Anyway, we should get going.” Rooster decides, nudging you forwards. Jake’s eyes trail the two of you, an amused smirk toying at his lips as you’re ushered out of their apartment. The door swings shut and you turn quickly, smacking his chest.

This is going to make the remaining two weeks of class significantly more interesting.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭; Chapter 2

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You slowly open your eyelids, feeling the warmth of the morning sunlight kissing your skin. You snuggle into the sheets, not feeling motivated enought to get up yet, until you realize how unfamiliar this mattress feels compared to yours.

Wait a minute, did i even get home last night?

Your mind is filled with random flashbacks from your last mission. You don't exactly remember how you left the auction, heck you don't even recall leaving that room backstage. Everything that happened from the moment you used your ability is blurry.

"At last, you're are awake"

The familiar voice of your colleague echoes in your ears. You turn around to find him sitting in a chair right next to your bed with his legs crossed and his head resting in the palm of his hand "I can't believe you made me carry you all the way back here to the headquarters" he signs while standing up. You open your mouth to reply, but the thought of Jouno carrying you leaves you sitting there dumbfounded. Not only that, but he was waiting for you to wake up too? Thank God he can't see how stupid your face looks right now or you'd have died from embarrassment.

Or so you thought.

"Don't flutter yourself" his signature smirk makes its appearance on his face "I'm here because the commander ordered me to watch over you until you regain your senses" your gaze turns down to your lap, while he makes his way to the door "please refrain from recklessly acting on your own again, I have other matters to attend to other than babysitting" his back faces you as he slowly walks out of the room "also fill in the mission report once you rest well, little lady" he closes the door behind him, leaving you alone with only company your thoughts.

What the hell was that? What's with his attitude and that stupid pet name?

You shake your head to snap out of it. Carefully sitting up, you stretch your arm to reach the report file. The faster you get this over with, the quicker you'll move on from this mission.

You sigh trying your best to recall everything that took place in the auction. The first thing to pop in your mind is Jouno the moment you spotted him in the crowd. You unintentionally press your thighs together, thinking how hot he looked in his formal clothes, while you feel your cheeks getting warmer.

You curse yourself for getting all worked up over him, while all you did was pissing him off. You exhale deeply giving yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. Once you're calm, you grab your pen and start filling in your report.

A couple of weeks passed since the auction incident and you noticed a certain someone being distant from you during this time. At first, you didn't think much of it. In fact, you reasoned it with the thought that he was irritated with you for being a burden to him on your first joint mission. But days passed and even after you apologized for the nth time, Jouno keeps avoiding you in every possible way.

But today that was about to be changed.

You're currently on your way to Jouno's office. You gently knock on the door, not wanting to trigger his sharp senses more than you already have by just walking there "Come in" you hear his voice giving you permission to enter.

You step inside, slowly walking towards his desk. Jouno raises his head, pausing whatever task he was occupied with before your arrival "What brings you here today, little lady?" the way the pet name rolls on his tongue makes your heart skip a beat, but you manage to contain yourself "The commander asked me to bring you these" you reply, while handing him the files you were ordered to give him "Also, he wants us to meet him in his office, said he has another mission for us"

Jouno signs at your last sentence, making his displeasure obvious to you "Alright, I'll be there once I'm done with this report. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do" he coldy replies, taking away the warm feeling his words brought you just a moment ago. You turn on your heel to exit the room, but your frustration gets the best of you, making you rush back to him again.

You slam your hands on his desk "What the hell is your problem?" your voice is loud, but you couldn't care less. Jouno doesn't even flinch. He could tell you got mad the moment you tried to leave by the way your pulse got faster. He rests his head against his hand in a cocky manner "My problem?" he asks with his usual smirk on his lips "Don't play fool Jouno. You think i haven't noticed how you keep avoiding me ever since our last mission?" your face hardens "I already apologized so many times, why are you doing this?"

Could you seriously not tell why?

"I don't think I owe you an explanation" he lets out a sigh before standing up from his seat across you "But why are you so desperate to get my attention?" you looked at him with annoyance, clearly ticked off with his arrogant attitude "Well forgive me for wanting to have a decent relationship with my coworkers"

Before you know it, Jouno has already walked around the desk and now standing right in front of you "Is that all?" his expression drastically changes. His grin turns into a line and the smile on his closed eyes disappears. He places his palms against his desk, caging your form between them "Or is there more to it, little lady?" you can feel your face burning as he leans closer, moving his knee among your legs, pushing his body against yours. With your mouths only mear inches away from one another and the sudden closure, you feel your needy core warming up.

Before you got the chance to process what's happening, Jouno suddenly moved back and returned to his chair, leaving you insufferably turned on. The moment he sat down, the door flew open, revealing Tecchou's frame "how many times do i have to tell you to knock before bursting inside my office?" Jouno can't hide the annoyed look on his face "Oh y/n you're here too" the brunette completely ignores his colleague's bickering and turns his attention on you. You hopelessly try to hide your flustered expression in any way you can "Uh, yeah I.. I came to give Jouno some files" you stutter with your head looking down, slowly making your way to the door "I have to go. I'll be waiting for you in commander's office" you mumble before closing the door behind you.

You walk down the hallway and after making sure you're far enough to prevent Jouno from reading your vitals, you let out a big sigh. You cover your face with your hand, trying to take in everything that went down before Tecchou walked inside the office.

He's barely talking to me and then he pulls stuff like that?

You take a deep breath before making your way to Fukuchi's office, trying your best to not think of how wet your undies are.

"It's a simple mission" Fukuchi announces to you and Jouno while handing you today's task's file "All you'll have to do is raid the enemy's base and immobilize everyone inside, until the police arrives to arrest them" he explaines.

"I have a request to make" Jouno says as he stands up in front of Fukuchi "Is there any possibility someone else can go on my stand? I have unfinished paperwork that needs to be done" Fukuchi stares at him with a shocking expression on his face, before bursting out of laughter "That's so unlike you Jouno! You never miss the chance to join missions like this!" you witness their conversation in silence, hiding your confusion at Jouno's words.

"Besides.." Fukuchi now fully calmed down, continues "You're the only one of us who can withstand y/n's ability, right y/n?" you drew a sharp breath at the hearing of your name out of the blue "Technically yes, since he can't see me, he shouldn't be affected by my ability" your eyes fall on Jouno, who's now silent.

"Alright then, it's settled!" Fukuchi sits back down to his chair "I need fast results, but I'm sure you'll do just fine" he says with a proud smile on his face. Jouno is the first to leave the room and you follow behind.

On your way to the enemy's lair, the two of you didn't exchange a single word. You kept your distance behind him, attempting to ease the tention between the two of you and keep things less awkward. Fortunately, you were quick to arrive to your destination.

"So, what's the plan?" you question the tall man in front of you, nervously awaiting for his response. He kneels down, leaning his head on the ground with his cheek and ear against it. You stay still, giving your all to remain as quiet as possible. Once he's done with his analysis, he stands up, facing you with his index finger and thumb holding his chin "I estimate that there are at least 20 people inside" you try your best not to show how shocked you are at his fast deduction, knowing full well he can easily hear how your breath was cut short "What do you think we should do?"

Oh great, now he's testing you.

You give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts, taking into consideration your last mission's mistake "I say we make sure to close all the exits and trap them all in one place. We'll ambush them together and in the end I can use my ability to control them and immobilize them until the police arrives" you don't fail to notice Jouno's grin once you finish your plan "Splendid little lady, why don't we go ahead?"

While the use of the pet name and the sudden praise make your cheeks feel hotter, you're glad that you and Jouno agreed on something for once today. You nod in agreement as both of you enter the facility as quietly as possible.

It didn't take you long to destroy every possible way out, feeling relieved at how smoothly this mission is rolling so far. Once you've lured everyone in the same spot, Jouno gives you the signal to use your ability. You take off your cape and start undoing the buttons of your shirt, filling the room with your scent. After a couple of minutes, you managed to easily knock out every single person under your influence.

"I think we're done here Jou-" you turn around looking for your partner, only to be met with an empty space. You call out his name a couple of times while walking around the now quiet building.

Where is he? Is it possible he got caught in some kind of trap?

Your eyes detect the door of a room on the other side of the hideout slightly moving. You approach it carefully, trying to determine if there's anyone inside. Once you're standing right outside the room, you're able to make out light panting coming from inside. You slowly let yourself in and the sight in front of you make your eyes shoot wide open.

With his red hair tips covering his face and his hand grabbing on the middle part of his pants, there lies Jouno sitting on the floor while breathing heavily. The second he notices your presence, he turns his face to the wall beside him "Get out" he breaths out "Don't you dare take another step inside"

For a moment you remain standing there, unable to form any words. You've never seen Jouno so vulnerable before, not to mention acting like a dog in heat for a reason unknown to you. At last, you walk towards him, ignoring his meaningless threats. You kneel down in front of him, moving the strands of his hair away from his frame. His whole face is warm and as red as his hair tips "How did this happen? Did someone use his ability on you?" Jouno lets out a sarcastic laugh at your ironic question "I can't believe you're so oblivious to your own ability's impact"

Your lips parted slightly from his shocking reply "That's not possible" you shake your head in denial "You can't see me and that alone makes half of the requirements for my skill to work" Jouno lets out a hiss, pressing his legs together desperately trying to ease the painful erection in his pants "Give me a break, do you seriously think i can't tell what brings me in such state?" he bites his lip throwing his head back against the wall "It could have been another ability user in the building that attacked you without you noticing, how can you tell it's because of me?"

How can he not

How can he not, when he remembers so clearly the way his body got worked up on your previous mission together, the moment he inhaled your intoxicating scent as soon as you walked out that room before falling into his arms. He felt the exact same euphoria that took over his body today.

This unexplained yearning for you.

His mind becomes hazy as he slowly feels his head getting lighter the more he remains close to you. But having you unconscious and with nothing to completely cover your body with, he has to withstand it until he gets both of you back to the headquarters. Luckily for him, your back up is already here to take care of the criminals you defeated.

Jouno takes off his blazer, putting it over your exposed form. He carefully carries you in bridal style outside the backroom and using his superhuman speed, he rushes back to the base.

Once he arrives, he takes you to the team's doctors, after informing them to beware of your ability that's still activated. He speeds to his office and the second he closes the door behind him, his knees give out.

He's quick to undo the buttons of his shirt and take off his pants, unable to stand this hot feeling any longer. Jouno is incapable of taking you off his mind. Your voice, your scent, how good your touch would feel against his bare skin. His boxers get impossibly tighter the more he thinks of you.

Jouno's hand releases his rock hard cock in one swift move, with his tip already dripping pre cum. He lets out a loud moan the moment his palm comes in contact with his shaft, too drunk off your scent to care if anyone can hear him. He starts pumping himself, panting hard in the process. His head titles back, mouth agape and siliva running down his chin. He cries out your name as if you're the one palming his dick right now.

Oh how he wishes to feel your lips wrapped around him instead.

His cock thobs at the thought of him fucking your face and filling your throat with his cum. Jouno whines at the loss of contact as he brings his hand to his face, only to spit on it and pick up from where he left off. His mewls become louder as he fantasizes your wet mouth bopping up and down his manhood, feeling his climax getting closer by every passing second. With one final stroke, he shoots his load all over him. His legs twitch uncontrollably as his orgasm washes over his whole being. Once he catches his breath, he stands up and rushes to clean his mess.

"Just.. give me one moment alone" he stutters "It's best if you're away from me anyway" he looks to the side, once again avoiding your gaze.

Despite how stunned you are to discover a whole new side effect of your ability, your cunt can't help but clench around nothing after seeing Jouno so worked up like this. Not when you know you're the one to blame.

"Unless.." a twisted grin took over Jouno's lips as he turns your way again, leaning closer to you. He places his fingers on your chin, pulling you closer to his face. You can feel his hot breath hitting your lips, before whispering the words you wanted so desperately to hear.

"How about you help me out instead, little lady?"

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heroine’s manual S1 E3

GENRE: Romcom, Drama | love triangles, childhood friends, high school au | INSPIRED BY: Heroine Shikkaku (shoujo manga) | LENGTH: ~1.4K | RATING: Teen | WARNINGS: mentions of food, eating | PAIRINGS: Minho x MC (Reader), Minho x OC (Heather) | TAGLIST: @linoscence @elizabeth11moreno (ask to be added) | A/N: this chapter finally came out of the drafts after years thanks to @jisungsdaydreamer (and me accidentally posting part 5 first oops)

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THREE. Even if he rejects me, I won't give up so easily and allow someone else to steal my spot.

Inviting Heather to hang out is a mistake. Having your friends around doesn't make you feel any less of a third wheel. It’s Heather who’s supposed to be the odd one out amongst your group, yet somehow it feels like the rest of you are the ones intruding. You can't bear to witness the shy glances and gentle smiles Minho and Heather exchange.

You're trying to come up with an excuse to break them apart without being the bad guy, when a crash comes to your rescue.

"Ah. My bad," Jisung apologizes, looking down at the glass he'd accidently knocked over. He'd been sitting next to Heather, and while the glass was fortunately intact, water had spilled onto Heather's lap.

"Looks like you’re the victim of Jisung's idiocy today." Hyunjin hands her napkins, attempting to ease her through the awkwardness with his charming smile. He shoots Jisung a withering glare, getting a sheepish look and shrug in reply.

"I guess I should get going," Heather says. She rises from her seat in a hurry, but a hand over hers gives her a reason to wait.

Hyunjin.

Minho's expression is closer to amusement than jealousy, watching as his friend calls his girlfriend - by her actual name, not the nickname you've given her.

Maybe Hyunjin's crush hasn't disappeared yet. If he and Heather get together, then Minho would be yours again. Everything would fall perfectly in place.

"We don't live that far from each other. I'll take you home." Hyunjin pauses, turning to Minho who's sneaking cake onto Jisung's plate. "If that's fine with your boyfriend?"

"Whatever she wants," Minho says with a shrug. He doesn't seem to be worried about Hyunjin stealing away his girlfriend, which boosts your confidence in your own chances with him.

"Yeah," you enthusiastically agree, nodding your head. "Hyunjin's a nice guy. Have a wonderful evening!"

Hyunjin narrows his eyes, scowling at you, instead of being grateful that you're helping him out. One day, he'll figure it out, and thank you.

You lean close to her so that only she - and Hyunjin, perhaps - can hear. "You might even fall for him instead of Minho."

Hyunjin scoffs at your words with an exaggerated eyeroll and drags Heather out the door before you can say anything else.

Seungmin leaves soon after them, muttering something about an assignment that you don't really bother paying attention to.

And then it's just Minho, Jisung and you.

"We should head home too," Minho says. He gets up from the table and grabs his jacket from the back of the chair. "It's movie night."

"Ah, right." Jisung sends you a wink, starting the next phase of your plan to set your story on track. "I've got some stuff I need to work on, so I'll have to trust you two to keep our tradition alive even if it’s not the same without me."

And then it was just Minho and you.

It's usually easy to forget Minho's girlfriends exist when they're not around. Often they fade into the background even when they are around.

Yet you find yourself alone with Minho, head in his lap, too distracted to actually watch the show that's playing on the TV. Too much on your mind to even enjoy this moment.

Minho's texting someone, wearing a smile as soft as the one he usually gives you before he wraps you in a hug.

The someone in question must be Heather. After all, who else could it be? The only real rival you've ever had when it came to Minho's affection and attention is Heather, right?

If there's no struggle, then it won't feel as special when you finally end up together. Heather isn't the heroine. That title belongs to you. You're the one that's always been with Minho. No one else knows him like you do- well, maybe Jisung does. That's a different story though.

If you're the heroine, then why do you feel like you're in second place? Are you falling into a background role in your own story? Could it be you're simply a side character in this tale?

Minho's fingers run through your hair, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You're the one here with him, not Heather. You're the heroine, not her. There's still hope.

“I like you,” you blurt. It's far from the confession you had planned, especially since you weren't even the one who was supposed to be saying the words first. Sometimes you need to improvise to get the perfect scenes, so it's ok. “I like you so much.”

Minho’s hand stops stroking your hair. He doesn’t take it away, so you don’t attempt to sit up. You want to be close to him, for as long as you can.

Any moment now, he'll admit his feelings for you and you'll be the one beside him instead of Heather.

You know that, but if somehow these are the last moments you’ll have with him, you want to remember them being pleasant. Besides, you don’t exactly want to look at his face right now. The aftermath of a confession is more mortifying than you imagined, especially when you haven't gotten an answer in return.

“I know,” he says.

And that’s it. He doesn't say anything else. And you don't have the courage to ask what your words meant to him.

The couple on screen breaks up and eventually makes up, but you don't even remember their names anymore. Tears fall from your eyes and you wipe them away.

"I can't watch this anymore," you manage to whisper. It's not the drama that has you crying. You know it, and you know Minho probably does too. "I'll head home."

Minho doesn't try to stop you as you leave. As tempting as it is to turn back, you're too afraid that Minho's eyes won't be watching you.

Seungmin once explained some physics cat theory. Put a cat in a box with poison, and it could be both alive or dead as long you don't open it. If you don't check, the cat might still be alive. Something like that.

In your imagination, Minho is woefully watching as you walk away.

After the confession, it's a little hard. Minho isn't actively avoiding you, except he kind of is. He has the perfect excuses, plus the universe seems to be on his side. It's natural for the hero of the story to have exceptional luck.

As the heroine, you don't seem to have the same advantage. If anything, there's just been obstacles to your perfect ending. The biggest one turning out to be Minho himself.

You thought you didn't have to do anything and everything would fall into place by itself. Then when you took a chance and confessed, you were turned down. But even if he doesn't feel the same way now, you can't give up yet. It hurt when you realized you weren't on the same page as him, but there's still time for him to catch up, right?

You run into him after class, and he has to catch you before you stumble to the floor. It's a scene straight out of the kind of anime you love to watch. A sign for you to take another chance, except Minho speaks before you can.

"No."

You haven't even said a word, and you’ve already been shot down. An arrow through your heart, but it seems cupid isn't on your side.

Are you that obvious? Could Minho read minds? Does he really not like you?

"What? I didn't even ask-"

"I won't go out with you."

Ah. Well. Minho hasn't told you that he doesn't like you, though you aren't sure if you could handle hearing those words straight from him.

"That wasn't what I was going to say," you lie. Your voice is strained, and you can't meet his eyes, so maybe it's not believable. But you can't admit the truth, can you? "I wanted to ask if you had any movie recommendations."

Minho raises an eyebrow. He's not fooled. Still he goes along with it and makes some suggestions. Not that you’re really paying attention to his words as much as how his voice sounds.

Minho. It's always been Minho.

And you were the constant in his life, at least until Heather showed up.

It's hard to admit that she might have stolen the role that was meant for you, but you can't move ahead without accepting that.

Turns out Minho isn't just on a different page. The title of the book doesn't match either.

You are lost, clueless of what lies ahead. There's one thing you're certain of though.

Even if you’re disqualified as a heroine, your only hero is Minho.

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