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in the shadows II a.putellas x sister!reader

based around this request here - haven't decided if i like or hate this yet? but here we go! in the shadows II a.putellas x sister!reader

"mija! can you get the door please?" you heard your mami yell out from the kitchen as the knocking first sounded. "why? they have keys." you called back, quite invested in the latest episode of your favourite drama.

"just get it por favor!" you rolled your eyes and flicked the tv off, hauling yourself off the sofa you'd been lazing out on with a grunt and a stretch.

"vale! i'm coming jesus christ." you groaned as the knocking continued, pulling the door open with a deep seeded scowl of annoyance.

"i hope the wind changes and you are stuck like this, permanently ugly." alba teased, pinching your cheek and pushing past you making a beeline for the kitchen.

"alba!" your eldest sister huffed, being left with all of their luggage as you rolled your eyes. "gracias pequeña." alexia sighed as you helped her bring everything inside, kissing your head and pulling you into a hug. "hola." you mumbled into her shoulder as she echoed back the greeting.

"alexia!" you groaned as you tried to pull away only for her to hold on tighter. "no i never get to see you anymore, i am making up for lost time." your sister stated firmly as she started to walk toward the kitchen causing you to stumble as you were still held captive in her arms.

"you are so needy, i saw you like two weeks ago!" you struggled in her grip, truly no match for her strength. "you once used to love and appreciate me, worshipping the ground I walked on and following me everywhere always wanting me around, i remember those days." alexia sighed dramatically, gently smacking your cheek with her hand.

"get off!" you huffed, eventually pushing her away only to be pulled backwards into yet another hug. "are we sure she is not adopted mami?" alba asked, wrapping your arms around you as if you were wearing a straight jacket and holding them firmly behind your back as you wriggled to break free.

"sí she hates affection, like an alien." alexia joined in with a smug grin as you tried to kick and hit your sisters shins. "how do you have a girlfriend? so miserable and angry all the time, maybe we should give her a medal for putting up with you." alba teased, kissing your cheek as you huffed and struggled to break out of her grip, a head shorter than her.

"she still cannot get free, so cute." alexia joined in, cooing and pinching your cheek as your teeth snapped at her. "oh the biting phase is back, watch out." alba grinned as your legs lashed out wildly trying to connect with either one of them.

"i'm only like this around the two of you because you never leave me alone!" you grunted, bucking and kicking hopelessly much to the amusement of your older sisters who had always found pleasure in teasing and picking on you.

thats not to say they would ever allow anyone else to push you around though, that role firmly occupied only by them and they'd been fiercely protective of you your entire life in every other aspect.

"vamos, let your sister be." eli waved to the two of them with a disapproving look. you were let go and immediately launched at whoever was closest which in this case was alba, chasing her into the living room.

"do not break anything!" eli yelled out as a war cry was heard and something crashed to the ground, thumps and grunts echoing as the two of you rolled around wrestling like children on the living room carpet.

now a few days before christmas you were all due to spend the holidays together, cramming back into your family home which always lead to some sort of squabble between the three of you when you were forced to live on top of one another for the week.

"go make sure they do not kill each other please." your mami sighed a few moments later when you and alba were yet to return, alexia pushing herself up and setting off to find wherever the two of you had dissapeared to.

your relationship with both of your older sisters despite the teasing and the age gap was always incredibly close, and had only seemed to get better now none of you lived together anymore, alexia busy with her football career, alba with her job and you with law school.

well, you used to be.

"-no you need to tell her. we cannot keep this up forever!" alexia paused by alba's bedroom door which was slightly ajar, frowning at the hushed voices coming from inside.

"not forever! just not over the holidays, you know mami is already stressed with everyone coming over and she always sends herself sick and crazy preparing and cooking and cleaning. its not the right time alba!" you whispered back with a firm shake of your head.

"when will be the right time? you have made excuses for weeks now and you are making me lie because you're living with me instead of at school. someone will find out and then i get in trouble for not telling anyone you dropped out!" alba warned sternly as alexia's eyes widened and you both jumped as the door flew open.

"you dropped out of law school?" you withered under the piercingly sharp glare of your eldest sister as alba hurried to close the door again.

"ale-" you started but fell silent at yet another angry look flung your way. "when? do not lie to me." your sister warned firmly as alba sat back on the bed with you.

"five months ago." you answered honestly, even alba's eyes now bugging out of her head and she smacked your arm. "joder! you told me three weeks ago. where the hell were you living?" she scolded, both their gazes burning into you.

"with mariana." you again answered honestly. "oh when i get my hands on that girl. she should have known better than to let you drop out, i bet she encouraged it!" alexia scoffed shaking her head.

"yeah well you won't need to worry about seeing her again to kill her because we broke up." you mumbled, gaze dropping to the floor as you picked at a loose thread on your shorts, the ripped denim edges now suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.

"oh great! so you drop out of school, move in with your girlfriend, your girlfriend breaks up you and then you move in with alba and make her lie to everyone." alexia laughed but it was a bitter noise which stuck in the back of her throat, your eyes snapping up toward her.

"why do you assume she broke up with me?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper as alexia failed to hear but alba didn't, her frown melting from one of anger to concern.

"ale." alba warned quietly, catching the new look you were sporting as your fists balled by your side. "no! you do not get to defend her and coddle her alba. everyone makes excuses for her!" your eldest sister warned sending the brunette beside you quiet, but it didn't stop her hand from finding yours, gently forcing it out of a fist and squeezing it supportively.

"you are always going on about how everyone treats you like a baby. well look at how you act!" alexia gestured wildly with her hands.

"you're supposed to be smart. to study and learn and finish school, then get a great job, help people and help make change like you wanted to. you have so much potential hermanita why would you just throw that all away? do you not care about your life? your future? a career?" alexia lectured, voice growing louder as your eyes flickered nervously toward the door aware your mami was only a few feet away in the kitchen.

"alexia i-" you tried to answer her questions but it would appear they were rhetorical as she held up a finger silencing you. "you are going back to school. do you know how much even a year costs? no you don't because you didn't pay for it! and you promised me." alexia hit you where it really hurt as your face crumpled.

when you'd first floated the thought of law school it had been on the floor of her apartment, the three of you laid down on the floor the night she moved in testing out the new white shaggy rug alexia had insisted on buying for the place she'd bought after she signed a new contract with barca.

you hadn't finished high school yet but you hardly needed to try, you'd always been smart, book smart anyway, and you passed through school with ease. much to the infuriation of your friends who spent hours and hours studying for tests you'd finish a half hour early and that was after you'd already gone through all your answers twice to double check.

"how many years is law school?" you'd asked suddenly, both your sisters sending you a perplexed look as you rolled your eyes and snatched alba's phone, your own out of reach on the counter as you googled your question.

"why?" alexia pushed herself into a sitting position to look down at you as alba grabbed her phone back and flicked your ear for taking it.

"just thinking." you shrugged, moving your hands behind your head. "about going to law school?" alba had asked now as again you shrugged.

"maybe. oh! can get we get sushi for dinner?"

for the weeks that followed that night you continued to do your own research, hauled up in your room reading through the different kinds of law, lengths of study, different schools, but all of that came screeching to a halt when you'd looked at the cost.

though you'd tried to keep it to yourself there wasn't much you could get past alexia. alba was much easier to lie to or manipulate as you needed but your eldest sister seemed to have been born with a built in lie detector.

which was part of the reason you'd avoided her so much these last few months for fear of her finding out you weren't in school anymore.

but it was just after you'd graduated when of course the questions started. what would you do now, where did you see yourself in a few years time, what were your goals for the future? and all accompanied by the growing pressure of your families boasting that you were so smart you could go anywhere and do anything.

only, you couldn't do the one thing you actually thought you might be good at.

you'd applied for a scholarship without telling anyone, a last final hope that maybe you could make something work. but when you got the letter back in the mail informing it had gone to a different applicant you'd abandoned the thought all together.

but of course there was one person who saw right through your attempts to evade the questions and the compliments, alexia.

you'd all just finished having dinner after your graduation ceremony, the table of your family and friends loud and rowdy all drinking to celebrate you as you watched on with a smile, your eldest sister knocking her knee against yours.

nodding for you to step outside with her you'd followed, the two of you slipping away to the balcony of the restaurant which given the late hour of night was a lot quieter as you exhaled and relished in the momentary peace.

"so, law school." alexia had started, catching you off guard as the walls you'd had up all night when it came to the questions of your future faltered for a moment. "the scholarship did not go through." again, she was right on target.

"how did you know i even-" you frowned and shook your head in bewilderment as she only shrugged, refusing to disclose an answer. "its the cost nena, sí?" alexia spoke, softer now as you hesitated before nodding and exhaling, the walls tumbling down.

"you have to pay for the first year up front. then the next two years you are put onto a program where you do not pay until you graduate and start to work. like a debt! it gets paid off overtime with interest. but that first year alone, it is too much." you admitted with a shake of your head as alexia only hummed.

"please don't tell mami. she would do something stupid like sell the car or mortgage the house again for a loan, she has already given up so much for us." you pleaded quietly, eyes baring into hers as the taller girl looked away.

"ale please! i am already looking into other scholarships for other courses, other schools, other options." you begged, which wasn't a lie. "no." your sister replied simply as you deflated, looking upwards with a deep sigh.

giving up on the conversation you stood from your chair to head back inside, intending to enjoy one last night of peace before alexia would force you to come clean to your family.

"ay hermanita." your sisters hand grabbed your wrist, nodding for you to sit back down. "no, you will go to law school." alexia corrected as you took your seat, sending her a frown. "ale i already said-" her hand silenced you.

"i will pay for the first year." alexia stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument though you were never one to listen to her. "no you will not!" you scoffed, again trying to stand and leave but she tugged you back to your seat.

"alexia." you sighed deeply as her hands found yours and forced you to look at her. "hermana, you are so smart. smarter than me, than alba, than most people i know! you have so much potential it is a waste for you not to use your mind to learn and to do good because of something like money." your sister spoke kindly but firmly, eyes locked with yours.

"you are not going to drop this, are you?" you asked, lips hinting at a smile. "no, you know me better than that." alexia smiled smugly, dropping your hands to pull you into a tight hug. "and you really need school if you cannot even win an argument with me. some lawyer!" alexia teased softly.

"i don't even know what to say ale." you exhaled shakily as your sister kissed your forehead, lips lingering there.

"start with a thank you hermana. we can call it your birthday and christmas present for the next...ten years." alexia mumbled against your skin as your body vibrated with laughter against hers. "thank you, thank you so much."

"but pequeña promise me you will make the most of it. that you will go and you will learn and do great things, greater than any of us." alexia stared down at you as you nodded, promising her with a smile.

the moment was interrupted by alba bursting outside as you broke apart, slinging her arms around both of you with a cheer and a lopsided grin.

"vamos hermanas! time for shots."

"that is not fair alexia. i never asked you to pay." you spoke up again, standing to your feet with a frown as alexia scoffed. "you might not have asked but you also did not do much to fight me on it, did you?" alexia bit back, squaring up and taking a step forward as you refused to back down.

"are you even going to let me speak? or just talk at me, after all i know how much you love the sound of your own voice capitana." you spat, tone now laced with venom.

"vale! i think we should all just take some time and some space to calm down before we continue." alba stepped in, trying to push her way between the two of you sensing it was bordering on ugly.

"and how could you let this happen! you kept her little secret and you did nothing to try and change her mind?" alexia instead turned her anger on her other younger sister who pulled a face.

"alexia you have not even heard her out for five minutes. i have had three weeks of conversations with her hermana, you are not being fair." alba defended you, having reacted similarly when you'd first come to her and realizing her mistake once you explained yourself.

"fair! whats not fair is her giving up the moment something gets hard. you found school easy but not everything will be easy for you! that is what being an adult is, if you want to be treated like one." alexia attempted to push her way past alba who held firm despite being the shorter of the two.

"ale that is enough. walk away, calm down and hear her out afterwards." alba spoke calmly again, though you knew both of them well enough to see she was near to meeting alexia at the same level of anger.

"no! i have never been so disappointed in you, ever. i thought i was investing in you and your potential but if you are so happy to throw it away and drop out of school? fine! but what a waste it was then." alexia spat, glowering at you as hurt flashed across your face.

"you dropped out of school?" all three of your heads whipped to the door which was now open again, your mami standing there with a face like thunder as you shrunk, wishing a sinkhole would form and swallow you up.

"mami-" you started as alba and alexia stepped away from one another, all the anger which had once radiated around the room sucked out in a second.

"no. come!" she pointed for you to step outside as your body deflated and you made your way out of alba's room, the older girl moving to follow but eli held up her hand again.

"you two stay here, fix this." she ordered, gesturing between them before pulling the door closed as her footsteps sounded in the distance. a pause of silence passed where you could have heard a pin drop, before the sound of eli's yelling echoed through the house and both alexia and alba winced at the harsh catalan bouncing from wall to wall.

neither girl spoke a word sat side by side on alba's bed as they listened in to the entire lecture, not hearing you even say a single word back before a door was heard slamming and there was silence again.

sharing a look both older girls left the room, finding your mami dishing up lunch. "eat please." the woman instructed calmly as they both sat down at the table. "where is she?" alba spoke first as eli took her own seat.

"your sister went for a walk." the woman answered curtly, anger still present in her voice as alexia remained quiet, picking at her food and ignoring the looks sent her way by her sister across the table.

lunch being painfully awkward the silence was broken by the sound of the door opening again as you stepped inside, alba the only one to look toward you and noticing your red and puffy eyes where you'd clearly been crying.

"mami." you tried, the woman ignoring you as she continued to eat. "mami por favor, can we just talk about this?" you requested softly, voice dangerously close to breaking.

"mami please, at least look at me." you all but begged, voice cracking as alba tore her own eyes away unable to watch as yours filled up again with tears.

but when again you received nothing in return you deflated even further, shoulders slumping as you dropped your keys on the counter and silently made your way to your childhood room, door closing with a gentle click.

"mami." alba frowned, the woman pushing her chair back with a scrape, collecting their empty plates and wordlessly walking to the kitchen.

"mierda!" alexia swore as suddenly alba kicked her under the table with a glare. "puta." the older girl spat back rubbing her shin which started to throb. "this is all your fault, big mouth." alba huffed, pushing back her own chair and heading for your room.

but as hours passed she was unsuccessful in trying to coax you out or to let her in, your door remaining locked and the entire family on edge, a frosty silence falling throughout the normally bright and joyous home.

alexia seemed unfazed, laying on the lounge watching the barca men play, arms crossed and a placid look on her face. "ale!" she looked up at the call of her name. "i'm going to the store mija." eli informed as her daughter nodded, the older woman out the door before she could even blink.

"what?" alexia sighed as alba appeared again, blocking her view of the tv with arms crossed. "you know what." her younger sister retorted. "how is this my fault? she is the one who made all the mistakes, mami was going to find out eventually anyway!" alexia defended herself as alba rolled her eyes and grabbed the remote, flicking off the tv.

"alba!" "alexia!" her sister mocked in the same tone, taking a seat beside her. "well if you won't hear her out, i will talk." and with that she spent the next ten minutes explaining everything alexia had failed to hear from you, the blondes stony features softening.

"oh." was all she managed to get out. "oh!" alba repeated sarcastically, shoving the older girl.

"see? now do you see why this is your fault? you didn't give her a chance to speak and you did not see her when she came home before ale, you did not see her break when mami ignored her." alba shook her head.

"you need to fix it. and today! we cannot be like this over the holidays." alba warned as alexia nodded in agreement, at a slight loss for words for once.

when again alba was met with silence as she knocked gently and called out your name, alexia took over and opened your door using a butter knife to easily pick the lock. but when the door popped open, they were only met with an empty room and an open window.

"i know where she will be."

"alba leave me be por favor i am not in the mood." you warned with a sigh, hearing the footsteps approach you from behind. your body tensed as they stopped beside you, the taller girl taking a seat on the sand but taking caution to leave a reasonable gap between the two of you.

"no way." you scoffed quietly, moving to stand and walk away before alexia grabbed your wrist. "please. i am not here to argue or to yell, just to listen." the blonde promised softly as you tugged your hand free and gave her a cautious look.

"i promise hermana."

not finding the same burning anger from before present in her eyes you took a seat again, scooting a little further away and tucking your knees to your chest as the wind picked up a little.

"did you pick the lock?" you broke the silence first, refusing to look at her as your eyes remained locked on the horizon. "sí. did alba show you how to sneak out?" alexia asked, also staring out at the water with a slight smile.

"years ago." you answered, having been caught once by alba when you were trying to get out the front door to go to a party she for once had taken pity on you, showing you how to safely climb down the side of the house and out the back gate when you were just fifteen.

granted she did also use that particular instance to blackmail you into doing her laundry for a week, so really pity may have been the wrong word to use.

"good, i showed her first." alexia smiled properly now, pulling her hood over her head in an attempt to block out the wind whistling sharply through her ears.

"so. alba told you?" you again broke the silence which fell, eyes dropping to the ground as you traced patterns in the sand with your fingers. "i would like to hear it from you." alexia spoke, her stomach knotting up at the memory of the harsh words she'd slung at you hours ago.

"you weren't completely wrong, school was hard, really hard." you started with a sigh and a frown, focused on the sand beneath your fingertips. "none of my friends are studying, they all chose to take gap years and travel, together." your tone shifted, a slight bitterness to it.

"leaving you behind." alexia spoke softly, glancing toward you as you nodded. "i just-" you started, clearly struggling to get your words out. "i don't not like school, its hard but i want to be a lawyer, i think." you continued, shaking the sand off your hand.

"all of my teachers speak about how much of a commitment law is once you are licensed to practice and once you start in a firm." you looked back out to the ocean, well aware of your sisters eyes boring into the side of your head.

"i have to do two hundred hours of placement minimum, a hundred hours each year after the first. and i just...i am only twenty one alexia, i like learning about law but i do not want to be a lawyer right now." you admitted, chin resting on your knees as you fingers picked at your shoe laces.

"so you dropped out." alexia had only already put the pieces together but wanted you to know she was listening. "yes. but they hold my place in the course for a year, that is the bit that nobody ever lets me explain." you murmured, voice barely above a whisper and almost snatched away in the wind.

"oh pequeña, i should have let you speak." alexia mumbled, guilt wracking her body as you hummed. "i am so so sorry hermana you were right not to tell me, i just messed everything up." alexia sighed deeply, rubbing her face tiredly.

"yes you did. mami won't even look at me!" you puffed air from your nose, stabbing the sand angrily with your finger. "we can fix that, i will fix this." alexia promised, taking her chances as she moved to be right by your side, relieved when you did not make an attempt to move.

"i have a job you know? thats what i've been doing since i left, just working and saving." you confessed, still stabbing at the sand and refusing to look at your sister.

"i work reception at a dental clinic, not far from your apartment actually." you chuckled a little at that though you were never too worried about running into her. you knew her training schedule too well and the chances of the alexia putellas stepping foot in a public dental clinic was slim to none.

"i am going to save up enough to pay you back, it will take time but i will pay it back, all of it." your face hardened again which didn't go unnoticed by your sister who frowned. "pequeña-" she started, a hand coming to sit on your knee which you pushed away.

"no, you cannot change my mind. i am not having you hold it over me for the rest of my life alexia. i wish i had never said yes!" you warned, finally meeting her eyes though it broke your sisters heart to see the obvious pain and trouble swirling behind them.

"hey i wont-" "you already did alexia. or have you gotten so old you fail to remember conversations a few hours ago? if you can even call yelling at me a conversation." you reminded sharply, frown set back into your face as you shuffled away from her slightly.

"i am not old." was all she retorted back in offence, causing a small snicker to escape from you as your features softened slightly. "you're basically thirty, that is halfway to sixty." you mumbled, hint of a smile on your lips which dissapeared as quickly as it formed.

"i am twenty nine." her arm stretched out to shove you lightly, eyes on the horizon and a smile on her lips. "still old, should be in a museum." your own arm shoved her back, sharing a quick glance of amusement momentarily.

"know what will be in the museums? all of my trophies." she smirked as you rolled your eyes. "they will need to pry them from mami's cold dead fingers first, or get to them before alba sells them all on ebay." you joked, the frostiness from before beginning to melt slightly.

"i should make a list, she really will sell them." alexia sighed with a shake of her head. "probably already has, or some of your smelly boots and match shirts." you smiled, your sister shaking her head beside you.

"i do not want you to pay me back hermanita." the conversation shifted as you now sighed. "ale-" you tried but she cut you off. "no. at least not yet, if you really want to i cannot stop you. if you decide to go back and you become a big fancy lawyer we can talk about it then, but promise me you will not use your savings from the last few months." alexia warned firmly, your head turning to look at her.

"promise me." she repeated, holding out her pinky. "really?" you gave her a look. "sí, unbroken agreement." she wiggled her finger as you sighed and gave in, locking your own with hers as you both leaned in to kiss your hands.

"i really am so sorry pequeña. i said some very nasty things, i did not mean them but i still said them and that wasn't okay. but i love you very much and i did mean it when i said you are smart, so so smart." alexia again moved closer as you kept her gaze.

"but your life should be yours to do with it what you want, and if that is not law that is okay. you could do anything! the world is yours if you want to take it." alexia smiled sincerely which you finally returned, settling her anxiety.

"i think i am going to travel for a little bit, see more of the world." you spoke up, alexia nodding as you both looked back out to the ocean, your head falling to her shoulder. "you should, it is beautiful. so long as you come home afterwards!" she nudged you with a grin.

"maybe, i might fall in love with the world and never want to come back!" you teased as your sister scoffed. "there isn't a corner of the world where you could hide from me hermanita." she threatened playfully, a gentle hint of insecurity in her voice.

"i would always come home. i'd miss alba too much!" you shrugged, alexia pushing you with a glare. "what? we had all those years at home together when you were off playing football to bond, you're second on the list now, maybe even third if we're including mapi." you grinned, your sister pulling you into a headlock.

"i am always number one, i even have it on a trophy!" alexia reminded with a smirk as you struggled to pull away. "i was six when i gave that to you!" you protested, flinching as her fingers dug into your ribs eliciting a loud laugh to fall from your lips.

"you used to follow me around everywhere, my little shadow." the blonde smiled fondly and let you up as you huffed and fixed your hair.

"i didn't know any better!" your eyes rolled as you halfheartedly punched her shoulder. "and besides you hated it! you used to always tell me off and yell at me to go away." you chuckled at the memory.

"now its you yelling that at me, full circle." alexia mocked, pinching your cheek and draping her arm over your shoulder pulling you into her side, a comfortable silence falling once more as you both watched the waves crash.

"do you remember when you tried to drown me here?" you spoke up, a smirk ghosting your lips. "i did not try to drown you!" the older girl protested sending you a glare.

"you dragged me out past the waves and threw me in, before i knew how to swim!" "sí, and what happened? you learned to swim, you are welcome." "that was not a thank you."

"so what happened with mariana?" alexia questioned curiously. "nothing." you shrugged lightly, the look of disbelief having you roll your eyes.

"if she cheated or she hurt you or she left you or anything, i will take mapi and we will take a baseball bat and we will-" alexia started to explain as you pushed her hands down where she had started to demonstrate just what the baseball bat was for.

"no! nothing like that. when i moved in with her after leaving school things just sort of...fizzled. i think we just saw too much of each other and we decided we were better off as friends, we still talk sometimes but not very much." you confessed honestly as alexia pulled you into another hug, kissing the crown of your head.

"vamos pequeña we should head back. i need to speak with mami, i will fix my mistake." alexia promised as she pushed herself to her feet, holding out a hand to help you up.

"alexia!" you huffed as she started to pull you up but let go, sending your body tumbling ass first into the sand with a grunt. "you always fall for that." your older sister snickered, turning and starting to walk away.

"puta." you mumbled under your breath, standing up and brushing off the loose sand before catching up to her. "never gets old." alexia sighed happily sending you a smirk as you shoved her, the two of you falling into step.

"know what is old though? you." "joder, i am only twenty nine!"

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miguel being comforting during your period mood swings | drabble

very fluffy. hurt/comfort. reader is a spider-person. projecting MASSIVELY in this one. my bad guys! author had a very bad not good day so this is to ease my nerves a little, enjoy and eat up

Miguel had very much noticed when it started. Your avoidance of him started somewhere around 3 days ago, whenever he made attempts to talk to you, you'd be feeding him as little as possible. It irked him to say the least and he missed you and when he felt like looking at you, you just weren't there.

It wasn't that you seemed mad at him or upset about something else, you were giving him nothing to work with was all. He struggled to figure out if there was something going on, surely you couldn't be that tired every time you talked to him, right?

No, he couldn't stand by this. His duties as your lover were being unfulfilled the longer he stood by and watched you (supposedly) be miserable, this shall not prevail!

He wanted to catch you at a time with not many Spider-People in HQ, he knew that you'd be up anyway. Miguel had brought you to many scenic areas, so he frequented those every once in a while to check if you were there. It was the most bountiful search he'd ever been on and his senses had never been sharper before.

That was when he saw you, perched on one of the many columns. You wore a sweater over your suit to accommodate for Nueva York's chilling cold at night, Miguel rushed to your side. Literally.

You startled with a shrill scream when he landed right beside you, the sound of him landing was thunderous almost. "Jesus fucking Christ, Miguel! Where did you even come from?!"

"That's not important," he doesn't give you any time to process what's going on before you're being scooped up, feet dangling slightly in the air as your hands fly to his shoulders.

"Wha– Miguel!"

"Are you okay?" You paused. "You aren't."

"I didn't say anything for like one second," you sighed. "What is this about? You don't usually drop from the sky when you need me."

"You've seemed off and distant," Miguel had slowly begun to set you down, but still kept his arms wrapped tight around you. Normally, he'd be concerned for the potential amounts of people watching him. But whatever, let them stare. "It's not me, not work, and not friends. What is it? You can talk to me."

You bite your lip. "I've just–" you rubbed your face infuriatingly with your hands. "I'm on my period right now."

"Oh."

"I- I know, it's not the best excuse, but I've been distant because I just didn't want to say anything mean. Gwen made a joke I didn't like, some other spiders were talking about you funny, and I already yelled at Peter B. yesterday so I- I just—" Your head hung low, your shoulders dropped. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

Miguel felt like an idiot for not noticing. It all made sense, you opted out on certain missions that seemed too physically taxing. You haven't been to HQ's gym in a while too. Not to mention that you've been avoiding coffee like it was the plague no matter how much you loved it.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, "That one's for Gwen."

He pressed another to your nose bridge, "For the spiders."

He pressed two to your nose bridge, "This is for Peter."

Then he pressed five to the other side of your face, "And these are just in case I did anything that upset you beforehand."

"You didn't do anything actually," you said. "But thank you. You're always so sweet."

"That's just a given, isn't it?" Miguel pressed his forehead against yours. "Baby, you can always tell me when something is bothering you. Even if it's your period. I'll try to do my best to make you feel better, now what do you need?"

"A smoothie and take-out..."

"Let's go get it then."

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x y/n

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elsfleur · 1 year

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⋆·˚ ༘ * COOL ABOUT IT - PART TWO

ellie williams x reader

summary: it was an odd thing to enjoy your work, but with a passion for music and a fling with your coworker the days at the record store seemed bright, until of course you meet her girlfriend.

content warning: i guess it’s angsty, very filthy smut with sub!ellie and dom!reader, mentions of cheating and bad self image, implies of degradation, mentions of masturbation

word count: 1,749 and previous part here

📼 ʾ ⠀

she would come to you in dreams, pale green eyes pointed at you like a weapon, body soft as a menace, reach out towards your face and in tenderness you’d surrender as though you never meant to have walked away in the first place. you’d wake up panting the nights you’d forgive her, you’d shower away the disgust the nights you thought to have felt her tongue– traitor was a dramatic word, but your heart claimed it as ellie’s synonym.

work had become insufferable but you grew into an astoundingly good employee, never at the break room as to not encourage ellie into a conversation, constantly roaming around and chatting up clients with entire discography conversations going as far as escorting them to their car in odd fashion, you appeared sparkling and every glance of your shine that reached ellie’s senses immediately sent her skin on fire. she had been miserable and lazy, escaping from her thoughts only through deafening music as to drown out the distance between you, you too a constant in her nightly affairs, forgiving, beautiful, near.

she melted into the couch imagining it your embrace, let the melody transport her into better times, hated herself for replacing her songs with your laugh as a favourite track, for indulging in temptation through entirely wrong means. she thought herself a symptom of disease, wreckening plague in the lives of those she cherished that once established could only widespread devastation. the idea that perhaps keeping you casual and secret would make it unknown to the universe and therefore not give it the power to ruin it was stupid, once she fully thought it out, but it had been comforting. allowing your affection to fill in the broken cracks of her being as though glueing them together was a sensation she knew selfishly not deserved but craved as a drug addict. you thought she called you her angel as a bit, but she felt it pulsing through her veins.

tears prickled her eyes for the eleventh time that shift, heavy metal not enough. turning the volume down her body rolled sideways and she begged it into slumber for moments of peace.

“wake the fuck up williams we’re mid shift” you cursed taking hold of her headphones and tossing them aside rather agressively, the girl immediately stood up overwhelmed, a scoff being her immediate response to your turned back heading out the room.

“what the fuck? you haven’t spoken to me for fucking weeks those are the first words you say to me since you left this place before i could even explain anything and you just go walking away again?”

“jesus christ, i’m sorry someone woke up cranky from their midday nap but what the fuck else do you even want me to say? oh right i’m sorry, how about how’s your girlfriend?”

“we broke up” ellie stated simply before interruption.

“great! and i suppose you want me to run into your arms straight into a sunset beach now while it rains unicorns and rainbows, isn’t that right?”

“oh my god you are the most insufferable human being i have ever met! i fucking hate you and i hate the way every time we walk to work together you have to stop and pick out a flower at every single bush we walk by and if i don’t put it behind my ear your feelings gets hurt and you have the goofiest smile making fun of me, and i hate the stupid witchy herbs you make me ruin my weed with that makes it taste so girly and like you and i hate the way my mouth memorized your fucking lipgloss to the point i can’t do anything without feeling you on my lips and it drives me fucking insane, i hate your frilly little love songs that only start sounding not so bad by the hundredth listen and i hate that i fucking know the lyrics to taylor swift now and you made me relate to them! i hate your smile and i hate that fruity perfume you wear that always gets stuck to my clothes and i hate the way you looked at me like i’m a good person to the point i almost believed you for a second and and i hate your lame ass sense of humour and how you’re the only one who laughs at my fucking jokes and god worst of all i hate the way i can’t even begin to hate you at all!”

you opened your mouth to reply though not quite sure what words would escape you, but she was quicker, pacing around and heightening her tone in complete desperation that cracked knuckles in soothing.

“no and you know what? yes i fucked up and i cheated on my three year relationship but we were fucking done! we have been done for years! and we haven’t been more done since the day i first laid eyes on you and thought this girl is going to fucking ruin my life! i am worse than a cheater, yes, i’m a coward! because guess what angel, it has always been you. god, it probably has been you since before i even knew you existed and you don’t understand how insane it is to say this because you’re the one who believes the whole soulmate bullshit! i’m a mess and i’m fucked up and i’m too much and still not enough and-“

“ellie” you called out, her eyes finally meeting your own as you felt immersed in the same light green dreams you have ferociously tried to escape from, the pink lips you knew so intimately quivering at your stare as though taunting you to kiss its fear away, you had heard enough for an answer “kneel.”

“what, do you want me to beg for your forgiveness now?” ellie asked ironic though her legs were compliant, lowering themselves till she fell on her knees, running a hand through her messy hair to keep it from falling on her face staring up at you in clear shot.

“take off your shirt” you demanded, watching intently as she lifted up her arms to remove the fabric obeying though deeply confused, her cheeks flushing red with the attention, eyes drifting everywhere except for your face until your hand found the edge of her chin and forced it up to meet your eye “you’ve done enough talking”

“i fucking hate that you lied to me” you started impossibly close to her face “i hate the way you ruined this job for me, i hate that i can’t look at you without feeling sick with desire like a desperate whore pulsating at flashes of skin, i hate that i’m so used to moaning your name that you may aswell have ruined sex for me aswell, and i fucking hate how your little girlfriend kissed you infront of me and doesn’t even know your mouth was sucking on me minutes earlier, take off your pants”

she slowly rose up to detach herself from the jeans squeezing her figure, only to be pushed back down once fully rid of them back onto the ground, you weren’t finished.

“i hate that i can see how wet you are right now, i hate that you have made it so i feel disgusted to touch you, i hate that i still want to do it so fucking bad as if your moans in my ear would erase your dumb mistakes from my memory. just a question, were you fucking her when you were with me too? nevermind that’s silly, of course you were, unless you spent six months making her believe you have gone celibate-“

ellie shook her head hard, gulping down “n-no i didn’t, i told you angel it was a façade relationship all i wanted-“

“shut up. touch yourself” you ordered as she slid a hand under her underwear, lightly rubbing on her clit and silencing own whimpers through biting down her lip “i hate that i have to ask myself if she made you feel good like i did, if she knows your whole dominant archetype is actually just hiding a brat who wanted to be ordered around and fucked so bad, right els? did she get you on her knees for her too, touching yourself to the thought of her before she even took off her clothes? or am i just special?”

“angel” ellie moaned out, inserting a finger into herself.

“does she know about the freckles on your hipbone that look like the gemini constellation? did she see the bite mark i left there last time we fucked? does she know you like it when i spell my name on your pussy with my tongue, has she tried it? do you remember what it feels like to be inside me as opposed to her, remember begging to add more fingers so you could feel my walls closing in on you, remember staying inside even after i came because you wanted to feel the warmth around you, was she warm for you, ellie?” you asked, warm breath hitting her face like a makeout.

“angel, please” she begged embarrassingly.

“please what? use your fucking words since you wanted to have the last one so fucking bad”

“please fuck me” ellie moaned out arching her back with a gasp as you easily slid one of your own fingers inside her alongside hers, the sounds of wetness with your every thrust bordering filthy.

“i hate that i can’t fucking stop dreaming about you, that you’re so fucking wet for me you’re drenched, that i’m thinking after all this making me an idiot i shouldn’t let you cum, how’s that?” you asked curling your fingers inside her which lead to a near pornographic moan escaping past her lips and an aggressive head shook to your words “i hate your stupid lake eyes and how they shine like galaxies, i hate the way you hold my hand to cross the street because you know i get distracted, i hate the way you effortlessly played my favourite song on the guitar although you claimed before to not like it, i hate how badly i want to fuck the attitude out of you until my heart stops hurting about this”

“i’m sorry, my angel, i’m so sorry” she croaked out whimpering, swaying her hips for friction with your fingers every movement making it harder to keep a cleared mind, dizzy in desire “fuck, i’m here now please please let me show you i can be good i want to be yours”

“want?” you chuckled removing your fingers and shoving them by her mouth so she’d taste herself on them, sucking slowly “you are mine, ellie. i just haven’t decided if i’m yours”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie williams fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #ellie x fem reader #lesbian #ellie williams smut #ellie williams angst #elsfleur

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sethsclearwater · 1 year

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synopsis: paul breaks up with human!reader after shifting only to imprint on her the next time he sees her.

warnings: smut at the end, paul being a soft-ish dom bc he feels bad, implies that reader is drinking and/or smoking weed in the beginning (reader and paul are both 21+ in this!!)

notes: cassie from “hot head” makes an appearance in this lol

word count: 3.68k

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you had been dating your now ex-boyfriend paul lahote for nearly 3 years when he spontaneously broke up with you one gloomy tuesday morning over text. it came out of nowhere and he didn’t offer much of an explanation aside from the fact that he needed space from you to clear his head and focus on himself.

as one would expect, you didn’t take it very well and spent the next 48 hours inside your apartment attempting to numb all your emotions with any kind of substance you could get your hands on. by some grace of god, you’d managed to resist the urge to make a fool of yourself and show up at paul’s place and bitch him out.

after about 2 days of wallowing in your sorrows, your friends had managed to convince you to go out with them, saying going out for drinks and some dancing would be good for you to get your mind off him for a while.

so you (very begrudgingly) went with. your friends had dressed you up in a pair of daisy dukes and a borderline lingerie lace top before agreeing you were going to be the best-looking person at the club.

once you guys got to the club, you and your friend cassie had taken a seat at the bar while the rest of your friends immediately got out on the dance floor after all of you took your first shot of the night together, “you feeling okay?” she asked softly, offering you a sad smile, knowing how much pain you were in.

you shrugged, taking a sip of the fruity drink cassie had ordered you just a few minutes prior, “i guess.” you responded, not particularly interested in delving into your feelings over the whole thing, knowing you’d just end up being a mess if you talked about it for too long.

she nodded, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, “well i can stay with you tomorrow if you want some company. i’m not working or anything.” she offered and you nodded, happy to have someone with you so you could at least try and numb your mind for a little while.

“that would be great.” you responded softly. you quickly changed the topic to the new guy she had been seeing, talking about him for a good 30 minutes or so while you let the alcohol kick in. the conversation didn’t last much longer though because you spotted jared cameron entering the club out of the corner of your eye.

you had only spoken with him a few times but knew he was one of the people in paul’s new group of people. cassie seemed to notice too and she let out a groan, “you’ve gotta be kidding me.” she whined, both of you looking over to see none other than paul lahote walk in a few moments later, looking arguably more miserable than you at the moment.

the two of you made eye contact for a brief second before you pulled your gaze away, looking back over to cassie who was grumbling something about going over there and starting a fight, “jesus christ does he ever stop staring?” she groaned and you couldn’t help the giggle you let out when you realized she was talking about paul who was apparently burning holes in the side of your head with the way he was staring at you.

“oh fuck they’re coming over let’s move-” she started, quickly hopping off the barstool and grabbing your hand, tugging you into the crowd of people on the dancefloor.

you giggled, the alcohol helping you feel way better about the situation, and happy to know paul looked more hung up over it than you were, “where are they?” cassie asked, both of you spinning around to try and find out where all the boys had moved to.

you couldn’t really see anyone so you just shrugged, “we should totally go back to the bar and make them miserable.” she said suddenly and you couldn’t help the giggles that spilled over your lips at the idea, loving the idea of taking some of the power back and making paul grovel.

cassie grabbed your hand, tugging you back to the bar so the two of you could take seats at the barstools, “more shots?” she asked you and you giggled, nodding as she ordered 2 more shots for the two of you.

as the two of you took another shot, you saw embry call coming over with a smile on his face. you’d always been fond of him and you knew cassie had a massive crush on him so he was somewhat welcome company. you made sure to remind yourself that he was one of the people that had presumably encouraged paul to break-up with you as he got over to the two of you.

“y/n! cassie!” embry exclaimed, pulling you into an awkward hug from your seated spot on the barstool, “how are you? i heard about everything.” he asked softly, squeezing you extra tight for a moment before releasing you so you could respond to him.

“‘m okay.” you explained, offering him a small smile, “i miss him but i’m okay.” you clarified, doing your best to not let your emotions get the best of you, figuring that paul was within earshot even though you couldn’t see him.

“did he tell you anything?” cassie asked embry, impatiently waiting for his response as she ordered yet another round of shots for all 3 of you.

embry shrugged, “i think he regrets it if that helps anything. probably gonna come over here and talk with you soon just as a heads-up though.” he explained and you and cassie both burst into a fit of giggles over how stupid it was.

“are you serious? he broke up with me over text and immediately regrets it 2 days later? that is the most paul lahote decision i’ve ever heard of.” you giggled, rolling your eyes at the stupidity of the whole thing. embry just chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“tell me about it.” he rolled his eyes, “make him beg for it though, would you?” he asked teasingly and you nodded, pulling him into a hug before letting him go so he could hug cassie.

cassie was beaming at you over his shoulder, “you mind if i steal cassie for a dance?” embry asked you teasingly and you shook your head, smiling at the two of them.

“‘course not. have fun cassie.” you giggled when she smiled at you, quickly taking embry’s hand and dragging him onto the dancefloor.

you relaxed against the bar, sipping at your drink as you patiently waited for paul to get the nerve to come over and talk to you. considering how cocky he normally was, you expect the wait to be much shorter than it actually ended up being.

about 10 minutes later you saw him get up and head over to you, only taking a few moments before he was standing in front of you, “paul,” you said casually, looking up at him as you sipped at your drink.

“i’m sorry.” he said softly, eyes softening as he scanned your features.

you sighed, not particularly interested in caving so quickly, “you’re sorry?” you asked nonchalantly, stirring your drink as you waited for him to respond.

he nodded, “really sorry.” he said softly and you giggled, shaking your head at him as you set your drink down on the bar behind you, grabbing your phone to pull up the text he had sent you 2 days prior.

“you said, and i quote, ‘i know this isn’t what you want to hear but i can’t have you talking to me ever again. i’m not good for you and need to focus on myself.’” you read the text before locking your phone and setting it back on the bar as you waited for his response.

he looked like a deer caught in headlights, clearly not sure what to do, “so you break up with me, over text might i add, after dating me for 3 years, and then change your mind less than 3 days later and expect me to just take you back? do you think i have zero self-respect or something?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him, allowing him a moment to think about his response.

he sighed, “can you come back to my place? i promise i can explain-” he started and you shook your head, not having any interest in going back to his place.

“i’m not going anywhere with you lahote.” you rolled your eyes, “and fucking me isn’t gonna make me magically change my mind about how i feel about you spontaneously breaking up with me after a 3-year relationship.” you added casually, grabbing your drink to take another sip of it.

he sighed again, “i’m not trying to fuck you. i promise - i just - please? i can explain if you just come with me.” he said, sounding more desperate and frustrated than you’d ever really seen him before.

you couldn’t deny the way your heart was tugging at you, begging you to go with him, “fine.” you conceded, “but i swear to god if you put your hands on me when we get there i’m leaving.” you added, grabbing your phone and hopping off the barstool to go to his car.

“i won’t.” he reassured, he followed you out to his car, only placing his hand on your lower back for a moment to help guide you through the crowd of people before removing it.

once you got into the car and he started driving back to his place, you broke the silence, “so what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked, looking over at him, the alcohol giving you a little more courage to be bolder with him than you normally would’ve been, “like seriously? a text paul? we dated for 3 years and you break up with me over text?” you added and he just sighed.

“‘m sorry it was a mistake.” he explained softly, clearly doing his best to not add fuel to your fire.

“‘s a fuckin’ dumb idea is what it was.” you grumbled, leaning away from him so you could rest your head against the window as he pulled up to his apartment complex.

lucky for you, he shared an apartment with embry who was still at the club so it sounded like you two would have the space to yourselves to duke it out.

the walk into his apartment was silent, you only breaking the silence once paul had closed the door behind him, “this better be a good explanation.” you said, leaning up against the island in his kitchen as you looked him up and down dramatically.

he sighed, running his hand through his hair as he tried to figure out how to explain himself to you, “you know about the quileute legends right?” he asked and you nodded slowly, not totally sure where he was going with this.

“like how we used to be able to shapeshift into wolves?” he asked and you scrunched your eyebrows together, nodding.

“okay i swear to god if you’re about to gaslight me into thinking you’re a werewolf-” you started, leaning off the counter, about to head out when paul grabbed your biceps, stopping you from moving.

instead of shoving him off of you, the two of you paused for a moment, just taking each other in, “i’m not lying to you. can you just-” he started, letting out a sigh, “can you just sit down and i can show you?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice and you slowly nodded, taking a seat at one of the chairs at the kitchen table once he released you.

you watched him wearily as he pulled his shirt off, dramatically covering your eyes when you realized he was most definitely stripping in front of you. you swore you could hear him sigh at your drama, but as soon as you lowered your hand there was a wolf about two times the size of you standing in front of you.

you froze, not at all sure what the hell was going on, just staring at him. from his eyes you could easily tell it was paul, watching as he laid down at your feet, resting his head on his paws.

“what the fuck…” you groaned, wondering how the hell you missed that your (ex) boyfriend was a massive werewolf, “okay, fuck,” you groaned. “i believe you.” you sighed, getting up to get yourself a glass of water to calm yourself down while paul shifted back to his human self.

when you turned back around, paul was leaned up against the kitchen island having just pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, “so you broke up with me because you’re a werewolf?” you asked, sitting down at the kitchen table again, looking up at him.

he nodded, “sam said i couldn’t tell you.” he explained, pulling out the chair next to you so he could sit beside you.

“and now you can because…?” you trailed off, not sure why sam uley suddenly changed his mind less than 3 days after he supposedly told paul to cut you off.

“you’re my imprint.” he explained and you groaned, vaguely knowing what he meant from the few council meetings you had attended where they went over the legends.

“so you broke up with me, your supposed soulmate, over text might i add, and only realized it once you actually imprinted on me? how shitty is that?” you started, rolling your eyes as you took a sip of your water, “i knew i’d love you for the rest of my life before you imprinted on me. i didn’t need you to imprint on me to know that.” you added, frowning at him as your eyes welled with tears.

you forced yourself to drink more water so you could get rid of the tears as quickly as possible while you waited for paul’s response. his eyes just softened as he watched you, “i’m sorry.” he murmured, “believe me i didn’t want to break up with you.” he explained.

you just sighed, slumping back into the chair, “of course you didn’t.” you grumbled, taking another sip of the water, “so you’re now stuck pining after me for the rest of your life?” you asked him, smiling a bit to yourself when he nodded.

“you know how fucked up it is that i can’t even stay mad at you because of this stupid bond you got us both in now?” you asked, no real malice in your voice, instead just a bit of sadness.

paul frowned, “‘m sorry.” he murmured again, “i would say i wish it wasn’t you but that’d be a lie.” he added softly and you sighed, bottom lip warbling as you took in his words.

before he could see you burst into tears, you set the glass of water down and quickly climbed into his lap, wrapping yourself around him and hugging him tightly to you as you sobbed into his shoulder. it took paul a moment to register what you’d done but when he did, he quickly slid his arms around you, holding you close to him, and gently ran his hands up and down your back soothingly, wordlessly comforting you.

“‘m so sorry princess.” he murmured against your hair as your sobs died down after a few minutes. you sniffled, holding him close to you and you focused on attempting to even your breathing out and calm yourself down enough to talk to him.

“you’re okay, you’re okay.” paul cooed, pressing his lips to your hair as you took some deep breaths.

“i love you.” you whispered, whimpering as you looked up at him and cupped his face in your hands, “please don’t make my hurt heart like that again.” you added softly and he nodded.

“promise i won’t.” he murmured and you pressed your lips to his, holding him close to you as the two of you melted into the kiss.

paul slid his hands down to your hips as you knotted your fingers in his hair, only parting a few moments later when you needed to catch your breath, “i want you to stay here tonight.” he whispered and you nodded, pressing your lips to his again as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him before laying you down on his bed.

you whimpered, tugging him down on top of you, quickly running your hands under his shirt and across his abdomen. he ran his hands down your sides, tugging your shorts off and sighing when he saw how good you looked in just the lingerie top you were wearing.

“fuck me,” he groaned, carefully taking it and your panties off of you, knowing how upset you’d be with him if he ripped it off like he wanted to. you whined, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, impatient with his slow pace which had him letting out a breathy laugh.

“‘m coming princess.” he reassured, tugging his shirt off and kicking his sweatpants and boxers to the side a few seconds later. you spread your legs, allowing him to climb between them and press his lips to yours again, letting out a loud whine when he dipped two of his fingers into your tight cunt, scissoring them to stretch out out for him, “good girl,” paul murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw as he praised you for taking his fingers so well.

“please hurry-” you whimpered, running your hand down his abdomen to grab his hardened cock and rub the weeping tip, eliciting a low groan from the male on top of you. he nodded, curling his fingers inside of you as your spread his precum around the tip, tugging him forward a bit until he was lined up with your dripping hole.

paul chuckled softly, taking his fingers out of you and replacing your hand with his, spreading some of the fluids he had gathered from you onto his cock. you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting out a loud moan when he pushed himself inside of you, fully sheathing his thick length in you in one thrust.

“paul-” you whined, running your fingers through his hair and holding onto him for dear life as he gave you a few moments to adjust to him, “please move.” you whimpered, desperate for his touch.

he didn’t need to be told twice, slowly drawing his hips back until just the tip of his cock remained, plunging back into your warm channel a moment later, quickly setting a steady pace. you were an emotional mess, holding him as tightly against you as you could while he fucked you, letting out a loud whimper when he reached his hand down to draw soft, slow circles against your clit, “such a good girl for me.” paul murmured, “fuck your pussy feels like heaven.” he groaned as he continued fucking your tight channel.

you gasped as he pressed down on your clit, eliciting another loud whine from you as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “you gonna cum on my cock, kitten? my cock feel that good?” he asked, a bit of his normal cocky self coming back as he felt his own orgasm approaching right behind yours.

you nodded, “please-” you whimpered, tightening your legs around his waist and your fingers in his hair as you desperately brought him closer to you.

paul chuckled softly, “go on. make a mess on my cock, yea? wanna feel that pretty pussy cum on me.” he teased as he felt your walls throb around him at his words.

you didn’t need much more than his permission, letting yourself fall over the edge as he pressed down on your clit again, quickly meeting your orgasm. as you throbbed around him, he met his own release, pushing himself as deep in you as he could as he coated your walls with his seed.

it took you a few moments for the both of you to come back to your senses, paul being the first to do so as he gently brushed your hair out of your face and slowly pulled himself out of you to lay next to you, “c’mere.” he murmured, pulling you close to his chest and allowing you to throw your leg over his waist and wrap your arms around his neck.

“don’t leave again.” you whispered blearily as you came back to your senses, eyes softening as you looked up at him.

he nodded, “promise i won’t.” he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. you nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before he got up, quickly pulling on his boxers and sweatpants before getting back into the bed with a hand towel.

you sighed softly, allowing him to get between your legs, not needing to be told he wanted to clean you up. he already knew how irritated you’d get if you felt his release dripping out of you all night and was always quick to clean you up after sex because of it, “there you go.” he murmured as he quickly ran the rag between your sensitive folds, tossing it to the side and helping you into a new pair of panties and one of his t-shirts before getting back into bed with you.

you quickly curled into his arms, holding him close to you, “i love you.” he murmured against your hair and you nodded, smiling softly up at him, “i love you too.”

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jacaerysgf · 1 year

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hii🤝 can i request an ethan landry ex’s to lovers fic where the reader and ethan broke up cause of ethans jealousy so they’re just kinda mean and sarcastic to each other they’re basically just still mad at each other while being broken up and so there’s a lot of tension between them like but no smut i suck at making requests i’m sorry🙏🙏

Second Chances

Warnings | best friend anika, ex's to lovers, very bad insults (im not good at insults), implied attempted sa, asshole when drunk ethan, slight angst but with happy ending !! not proofread

wc | 2.4k

a/n: hiiii i really appreciate the request i hope you like it !! sorry if its not exactly what you wanted !!

“Clean up in isle four a bunch of fucking garbage spilled all over the floor.” You turn to your coworker next you who rolled her eyes and walked away mumbling something about the back.

Ethan and the others had found their way to your work establishment. Ethan turned his head towards you and rolled his eyes, “Don't you have a job to do?” “I am working asshole see” you gesture to your work uniform and pick one of the items off the shelf just to put it back on. He shakes his head and makes a step towards you so youre almost face to face, “you're so stupid.” You mock him, “How dare you?” “There's nothing wrong with pointing out the truth.”

“Just make out already Jesus christ.” Tara, tired of the two of you, leads the others out of the isle, Ethan scoffs and turns away from you, giving you one last look to which you flip him off before he walks out of the isle.

Watching him leave sucks, you hate to admit it but you miss him. So much. The night two weeks ago is still burning in the back of your memory.

you were just at a party only maybe thirty minutes ago, you had walked away from him and the rest of the group for a quick second to grab a refill only to get stopped by a guy. He grabs your arm and smiles at you. You think his name is mark? You recognize him from your English class.

“You wanna be my beer pong partner?” You shake your head and smile at him, “No sorry i just need to grab a drink.” he sighs, “can i atleast get your number gorgeous?” You shake your head, “I got a boyfriend.” “I'm sorry.” He nods and walks back over to the beer pong table.

You make your way over to the drink table, “what was that?” As you pour a drink you see your boyfriend, Ethan, standing behind you with an unreadable look on his face. you smile at him before turning back to the table, “you know that guy mark from english? he asked if i wanted to play beer pong with him.” you laugh and fill up your cup.

However, you turn back to see Ethan have an upset look. “is everything okay-” “why was he holding your arm?” Your expression turns grim due to his tone, “um… he asked for my number, i told him no obviously.” His face didn't let up, “Ethan, I promise nothing happened.”

He scoffs and turns away from you, “you looked a little too happy to have said no.” You look at him in disbelief, “are you kidding ethan?'' He doesn't look at you. “I can't believe this, you can't even trust me?” he turns back to you, “why should i?” you open and close your mouth in shock, “because i'm your girlfriend? You know what, no I'm not. you're unbelievable i'm so done with you.”

He follows after you, you can see a stumble in his step, is he drunk? “Baby please-” You huff, “Leave me alone, seriously. Dont text or call me.”

He had left you a large array of messages and tried to call you many many times but all of them went ignored.

Whenever he would try to approach you in person you shut down any sort of advances with an ache in your chest.

You feel a hand tap your shoulder and you turn to see anika there with a sad expression, “you still haven't talked to him?” why should you? he was disrespectful and mean, despite how much you may miss him you will never let someone treat you like he did.

“y/n please just talk to him, you two are miserable.” You sigh and shake your head, “I don't feel miserable, I feel great.” you let out a halfhearted laugh before playing with the already perfectly arranged shelf, “sorry but i have to get back to work.” You see in the corner of your eye her frowning but before she can say anymore you hear Mindy calling for her to join them as they leave.

She walks away and you feel regret at the sad look on her face, you'll have to text her an apology letter.

One of your bigger regrets from your breakup is that you cut contact with the whole group, it's not like they wanted to but you didn't want them to have to choose. you watch out of the corner of your eye as they walk out the front door and you take a breath of relief. This sucks.

—

When anika invites you to go shopping at the mall, you are shocked to see her standing around with the rest of the group. Ethan standing further back in the group in a seemingly heated discussion with mindy. God this sucks.

Praying she hasn't seen you yet you try to rush away, maybe text her that you aren't feeling well but of course, “y/n!! over here!!” you sigh and turn back with a forced smile.

you slowly walk over and seeing her genuinely cheerful smile puts a real one on your face, “anika hey, hi guys….” you look at the rest of the group who all greet you except one. He looks to the floor as anika begins to drag you along talking about what clothes she wants to get today.

Soon enough sam, tara and chad split off from the group leaving just you anika mindy and of course, ethan. You are now walking side by side with Ethan as Mindy and anika hold hands in front of you.

You look over to him and see him already looking at you and you scoff despite the fact your heart races, “it's rude to stare you know” he rolls his eyes, “it's hard not to when you have something in your hair.” your hands immediately fly to your hair picking and pulling at it.

He stops you with a sigh, “it's here.” He turns you head towards him and your face heads as he pulls something from your hair and flicks it from his hand. You two stare at each other, his doe eyes softening seeing your face. You look down at his lips, remembering how they felt, wishing you could just grab his neck and pull him against you.

You snap out of it hearing mindy laugh, “god they're so stupid.” You see anika smile at you as you two pull away from each other. You scoff as you move in front of the group, “don't do that again.” You begin to walk away not bothering to look if they're following you, “not even a thank you?” you don't turn back to look at him, not trusting yourself to.

–

“Your outfit looks bad.” “is that the worst you have?” His outfit doesn't look bad. Hes wearing a fucking suit of course he doesn't look bad. It was Sam's birthday so you were all going to some really nice restaurant. you turn your body fully away from him as you all wait in the lobby for the table.

“the worst thing here just so happens to be your hair.” you hear him scoff, “you love my hair.” You turn back to him with an angry look, why would he say that, it's true of course but he has no right. “i don't like your hair just as much as i don't like your face.” he shakes his head and looks away from you with an unreadable look.

“your insults are really bad today. did you wake up on the right side of the bed this morning?” he finally looks back at you and stares at your face, you think he's looking at your eyes but his eyes are turned down slightly, your lips.

Before you can say anymore the table is ready while walking there his hand brushes against yours and you immediately pull your hand away. He looks at you with a frown before he shakes his head and sits far away from you. Good, you think no it wasn't good. It sucked.

–

You're at a party anika dragged you to, you hadn't gone to one since Ethan and you split. Anika decided it was time to get you out of the house so here you were. She ignored you anytime you asked if ethan would be there which leads you to believe he is which sucks.

You stare at the empty cup in your hand and sigh as you stand up to go fill it again despite the fact you are probably way too drunk and shouldn't be drinking anymore. You finally stumble your way towards the table, you pour yourself another drink and chug it down attempting to ignore your pounding head.

“Something wrong, gorgeous?” You turn and see Mark, the same guy from a few weeks ago, You shake your head unable to answer him and wave him off. “Are you sure? you nod again, putting a hand on your head.

“c'mon i'll help you to a room upstairs.” you feel in grab you and begin to lead you towards the stairs you try to push him away but he keeps a tight firm grip.

at the bottom of the stairs you grab the railing to stop him from pulling you up when you hear a voice, “uh what's going on here?” ethan. Thank god. He has a confused look on his face as he looks between the two of you.

“Hey man, I'm just taking her upstairs to rest her head.” you shake your head and look at ethan with a desperate look and he immediately steps into action. “I'm friends with her roommate, I'll just take her back to her dorm.” Ethan moves towards you to grab you but Mark gets defensive and pulls you towards him, “she asked me to take her don't worry man.”

Ethans face hardens, “let her go.” The rest of the group had made there way over to you guys and chad stepped next to ethan. “I don't see the big deal man-” Ethan ripped you from his arms and grabbed onto you as Ethan slammed his hands into the guy's chest. “dont fucking call me man again, leave my girlfriend the fuck alone.”

“are you alright?'' You nod at Chad and watch as Ethan gets in the guy's face and says a couple more things you can't hear before he rushes back towards you and holds you in his arms.

“are you alright? god i'm sorry baby, cmon lets go.” He lifts you into his arms and carries you out, not before he and Chad exchange a few words with a nod from Chad Ethan leaves with you in his arms.

It feels nice, for a moment you forget everything that's happened between you two the last couple weeks and lay your head on his neck. you feel his grip tighten as he pulls you closer, “i got you baby dont worry.”

You close your eyes and breathe in his scent feeling relaxed you almost fall asleep. He cursed to himself and you opened your eyes again.

You notice you aren't on the way to your dorm, “where are we-” “my dorm, sorry i didn't grab the keys from anika.”

You look up at his face and he looks down at you, he's so beautiful. you notice his face turns red and his pace quickens. Had you said that outloud?

You arrive at his dorm, “I'm gonna put you down for a sec, okay?” he only moves to put you down once you nod, he places you on your feet your body leaning against his and he opens the door.

He lifts you back into his arms and walks you inside, closing the door behind him. you feel his warmth leave you when he places you on his bed.

You watch him leave, wanting to ask where's he's going but he comes back quickly with a glass of water, “drink it please” you chug down the water, not realizing how parched you actually were he takes the glass away from you still don't making eye contact, “you can sleep on the bed, i'll call anika to let her know-” you watch him try to move away from you and you whine and grabbing his arm.

“don't leave me.” you don't want him to leave, all the nights you've spent alone since breaking up with ethan flood back into your mind and your eyes water why did being drunk have to make you so emotional. “please.”

His eyes widen before he sits down into the bed, taking off his shoes and yours before lifting up the comforter and squeezing in next to you. A smile grows on your face as he finally faces you, you run a hand along his face and trace his features. “I've missed you, I'm sorry, for everything.” his eyes close at the feeling of your hands.

you keep running a hand along his cheek, “what in particular?” you want to make sure he knows what he's apologizing for, now is not the time you know that but you need to ask. “That whole night, the words I said and what I insinuated, I was drunk. That's not an excuse I know but I want you to know I didn't mean it baby I promise.”

You nod your head, feeling sleep overtake you. “If you really mean it, tell me in the morning.” you mumble as you wiggle into his arms, knowing you already forgive him. He wraps his arms around you, “of course baby I love you.”

–

You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. You groan and put a hand on your head, you should never drink like that again. You run your hands along the face before realizing you're not in your bed, oh right. last night.

you turn over and see ethan already looking at you, now sober you feel awkward “um good morning.” he smiles at you, “good morning.” you two sit in silence for awhile with him admiring you while you try to avoid eye contact, why was this so awkward?

“So do I need to go through the whole speech again or do you remember?” he looks at you hopefully to which you nod. “never talk to me like that again.” he shakes his head, “never.” you laugh, giving into your true desires and wrapping your arms around him.

“Does this mean I'm your boyfriend again?” You pull back slightly and kiss him, “does that answer your question?”

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raineandsky · 4 months

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#90

tw: abuse

The hero’s drawn the short straw today. The agency’s gotten a little colder than anyone expected, and he made the mistake of putting his past as an engineer on his CV.

The boiler room isn’t big, really. The agency’s not big enough to warrant any more than two of the things, but one going caput is clearly enough to plunge the place into Arctic temperatures. An easy job, the hero hopes. A quick in-and-out.

He swings the door in, and takes three full steps inside before realising he’s clearly disrupting something. Someone’s sitting on the floor, in the dark, near one of the boilers. He fumbles with the lightswitch, vaguely concerned, and when it finally flicks on he finds that the person he’s disrupting is the villain.

Or the ex-villain, anyway. He’d come here in flurries of broken apologies and begs for mercy. Something had clearly gone wrong with villainy for him to turn up on the agency’s doorstep. They’d let him in, a little begrudgingly, on the pretence that his redemption would come in the form of information. And he did just that—they’ve learnt more about the villains in the month he’s been here than they have in the past year. An asset, and hopefully an ally.

The villain turns away from the lights to wipe at his eyes, and the hero realises he’s disrupted a lot more than he ever wanted to.

“[Villain],” he starts a little awkwardly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” the villain snaps, but the way their voice catches traitorously tells the hero all he needs to know. The hero heard it, and he knows the villain knows that. “Piss off.”

He takes another slow step inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. He thought the agency had been working on the villain’s attitude—maybe not. “Is it something I can help with, at least?”

The villain shakes his head quickly, stifling a slight snivel under his sleeve. It’s a miserable sight. Maybe he just misses home. The agency probably isn’t much like what he’s used to.

The hero squats down in front of the villain as he tries valiantly to make himself as invisible as possible. The villain’s sudden burst of emotion is unnatural—he’s always so brash, so loud, so sure of himself. Even when he came to the agency for protection, there was an underlying certainty that they’d let him in. But this… this is raw. This is genuine.

The villain pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes with a sigh that’s a lot shakier than he probably intended. His sleeves droop with the motion, and the hero finally gets a hint of what’s causing this.

“Jesus Christ, [Villain],” he snaps a little harsher than he means to. He grabs the villain’s wrists before he can realise his mistake. “What the hell happened?”

Uneven splotches of blue and black rise up the villain’s arms, painfully dark against his ghost-white skin. More of them disappear under where his sleeves stop, and the hero has to resist the urge to push them back to look for more.

The villain looks horrified. He makes an attempt to pull his arms back, but the hero’s grip is so anxiously tight that all he does is tug the hero slightly closer to him. “I said it’s nothing,” he snaps. Or tries to, but his voice breaks on the last word and he devolves into tears.

The hero doesn’t know what to do. He simply settles on the floor in front of him and wraps his arms around his shoulders. The villain melts into him like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, his face buried into his neck and his hands grasping at the fabric of the hero’s shirt.

The hero’s at a loss for words. He just runs his fingers over the other’s back, quiet comforts whispered between them, until eventually the grief-stricken sobs die down into distant sniffling.

The hero ignores how his heart is twisting at every slight tremble in the villain’s shoulders. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asks quietly.

The villain doesn’t reply for a long moment, and the hero’s starting to think he won’t at all when he finds his voice. “I don’t belong here,” is all he says.

“Of course you do,” the hero says without thinking. “Things have gotten better since you got here, [Villain], you’re not—”

“No—I don’t,” the villain interrupts sharply. His face shifts against the hero to dip his gaze to his arms again, and suddenly it makes sense. “No one wants me here, but I have nowhere else to go.”

Another sob threatens to claw up his throat. The hero tightens his hold on the other reassuringly, rocking both of them slightly as the villain fights off another wave of grief.

The heroes. Of course, how did he not see it? They’ve always sneered at the villain, said their shitty remarks and pushed him around a little. This though—this is a lot lower than the hero ever thought they would ever stoop. His mouth is dry at the obvious conclusion that he somehow didn’t catch this. That he let it happen.

“I want to go home,” the villain continues with broken words, “but I don’t think I have one anymore.”

The hero’s chest tightens uncomfortably at that. He cards a hand idly through the villain’s hair, the action a comfort for himself just as much as the other.

Nothing he can say can possibly alleviate the oppressive pain the villain’s been through here. He just tucks the man into his frame, rests his chin on the top of his head, and thinks about murder.

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happy74827 · 3 months

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Just Words

[Siobhan Roy x GN!Reader]

Synopsis: Words can be hurtful (especially to most) but with Siobhan’s “5-star” personality and ability to not care about anything other than herself, you can’t help BUT spill some words. {GIF Creds: @olliviacooke// I took this off of google (fair warning) so I had to dig deep to find the OP}

WC: 2274

Category: Slight Fluff (?), Enemies to… trope {Trigger Warning: Foul Language (I really channeled the Roy family here), Logan}

I did not expect my first succession fic to be Siobhan… but honestly, I’m not complaining 👀 (fyi: this was a request and I stupidly forgot to “answer” so hopefully the anon who requested lovely Shiv finds this 💀)

『••✎••』

Siobhan Roy… mega bitch. You hated her. Well, that might be an understatement; you despised her. From the moment you met her, she was just a total and complete pain in your ass. Not to mention completely and utterly self-absorbed. She had the attitude and ego of a child.

So when you were made to work with her, you were less than pleased. Logan Roy, the only man who could top Siobhan in terms of being an insufferable asshole, had made you a deal. If you and Siobhan worked together to find a solution to the media shitstorm he was currently experiencing, he would put you on the team that handled the IPO of Waystar. It was the opportunity you had been waiting for, so you sucked it up and agreed.

You and Siobhan sat in the meeting, both of you looking like a pair of miserable children. It made Roman look like a ray of sunshine, and that was really saying something.

Logan slammed the door, causing you to flinch.

"Fuck," he said, taking his seat.

"What?" asked Siobhan, a tinge of irritation in her voice. It’s amazing how her mood could shift on a dime.

"Nothing. I'm just a bit tired of this fucking circus."

"Well, what the fuck do you expect? You made a public promise. If you can't make good on it, why not just say so? Why continue this fucking farce?"

Logan narrowed his eyes at her.

"If I wanted to hear that, Siobhan, I would have gone to my wife's bed. I don't need a cunt in my ear right now."

Siobhan rolled her eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ. I'm a realist. You're the one who wants to live in your fantasy world. Just fucking drop the bomb, tell the truth, and let's move on."

"The truth? And what is the truth? That my son’s a psychotic, drug-addled mess? That Kendall is a sniveling, entitled little fuck? A pathetic, whiny, little shit stain who can't do his job because he's too busy jerking himself off to his own sob story? Is that the truth you want to set free?"

Siobhan stared him down, and once again, you were surprised. You had thought the woman was completely brazen, but there were still limits.

"I'm not your therapist," she said.

"No. You're not. And I'm not going to sit here and listen to a woman with the emotional range of a fucking teaspoon telling me how to handle this situation. Now, I need to get on the phone with my PR team. Fuck off, all of you. Get back to work."

You and Roman both jumped up, quickly leaving the room. Once you were safely away from Logan, you took a deep breath and relaxed a bit.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you muttered, "I don't know how she does it."

Roman smirked, "Oh, she's a special snowflake—a real ball buster. You should see her with Tom. It's a fucking bloodbath."

“Tell me about it. It’s a raging dumpster fire, even saying more than two words to her. I feel like she's going to snap my head off any minute. I’m so tired of her bullshit, and she's the least of my worries. The whole family is a fucking disaster. And I don't have time for any of it…. No offense.”

Roman gave you a half smile. "None taken. You're right; I'm the best of a very bad lot."

"Well, at least you're self-aware."

“You fuckers talking shit about me behind my back?"

You turned and saw Shiv leaning against the wall.

"Always," replied Roman. "And it's fucking hilarious."

"Well, don't let me stop you," she said, rolling her eyes. Her eyes then shifted to you.

"I didn't realize we were having a fucking slumber party."

"Just having a bit of a break," you said.

"Oh, well, that's very fucking nice. I'm glad everyone is taking a fucking break because I've been dealing with our father, who is a raging psycho at the moment. You know, while the rest of you are fucking around, the company is dying. It's falling apart, and everyone is too fucking busy to give a shit."

"Come on, Shivvy. Take a breather. You’re starting to act like Kendall… and that's never a good look," said Roman.

"Fuck off, Ro.”

Shiv glared at him, then glanced back at you. The glare made you want to hide, but you refused to show fear in front of her. You had done it in the past, and it only fed her.

"Well," she said, "aren't you going to say anything? Or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open like an idiot?"

"I think I'll take option B. I'd like to live through this," you replied.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"I think it's pretty clear."

"Yeah, I suppose it is. I guess I shouldn't expect someone like you to understand."

"Someone like me?"

“Shiv,” warned Roman, trying to interject. Personally, despite his whacked-out sense of humor, you actually enjoyed his company. He was definitely the least obnoxious of the Roy siblings. “Let’s not get into this now, okay? Just drop it."

"No. No, go ahead, Shiv. Let's have it out. Right here, right now. Let's see if you can handle it."

Shiv stared at you for a few moments, then she smiled. It wasn’t her usual smug, condescending grin. It was different, almost sincere.

"You think you're tough?" she asked.

"No. I know I am. It's a little different, don't you think?"

"Okay," she replied, her eyes darkening. She leaned forward, her face just inches from yours. Roman just looked at the two of you as if watching a tennis match. "You're so sure you can handle me. So why don't you prove it?"

"Prove it? Like, what, punch you in the face? Is that what you want?"

"Although, as satisfying as that sounds, I was thinking we all should just move on… maybe have a drink, talk it over? Yeah? No?”

Shiv just looked at you. "Yeah, I'll pass. I'm not here to make friends, and I'm certainly not here to kiss your ass."

"That's good. Because, honestly, I don't see you as the ass-kissing type. Tom, yes. You? Not a chance. You're the type who wants everything to be handed to you on a silver platter. I'm sorry, but I'm not the maid. I'm not going to serve you or kiss your ass. I'm here because I have a job to do, and I intend to do it. That's it.”

"Oh, right. I see. Well, then, why don't we cut the bullshit and just get right to it. How about you go back to whatever shithole you crawled out of and let the real people get on with things."

“Guys-” Roman started.

"Real people? Real people? You think you're real? You think this is real? I hate to break it to you, Siobhan, but you're not a princess, and this isn't a fairy tale. You're not the queen. Your father isn't the king. You're a spoiled brat, and he's… well, he’s Logan. He's not even a king. He's just a bully."

"Is that supposed to hurt me? To insult me?"

"No, but you seem like the kind of person who doesn't take criticism well. You’re doing a terrible job.”

Shiv stared at you, her lip curled up in disgust. She looked as if she were about to hit you, but the rage was just a facade.

"Well," she finally said, "It's a good thing we're not here to play fucking games, then. So why don't you shut the fuck up and get back to work? Unless, of course, you don't think you can handle it. Maybe you should just go back to where you came from, and let the real people get on with things."

Your nostrils flared. It took every ounce of strength in you not to smack the look off her face. But you knew better. If you started a fight, Logan would take your head off, and that was a fight you couldn't win. So, instead, you smiled.

"Fine," you said. "If that's what you want. I'll do my job, and you do yours. But, just remember, the day is coming when this little charade is going to come to an end, and when it does, it's going to be a lot worse than it is right now."

You didn't wait for her reply. Instead, you turned and walked away, leaving the two of them standing in the hallway.

Once you were back in the safety of your office, you collapsed into your chair and let out a sigh. You had just gotten your first taste of a Roy fight, and it was worse than you had anticipated. The worst part was Siobhan had gotten the last word. It didn't matter that you might’ve won. She had gotten the last good word, and you hated her for it.

As the hours ticked by, you became more and more frustrated. You were angry and bitter. You were pissed at yourself for letting Shiv get under your skin, and you were angry at her for getting to you.

So, when your phone rang and you saw her name, you were tempted to ignore it. You let it ring for a few seconds, then decided to answer.

"Yes?” Your attitude was short.

"Get your shit together," she snapped. “We have a meeting in five minutes. We have a lot of ground to cover."

That was, in fact, false. By the time you arrived, the conference room was deserted, and only Shiv remained. She was sitting at the table, her laptop open in front of her.

"What the hell?" you demanded.

"I'm sorry. Did you want a fucking audience? Because that can be arranged. But, if you don't mind, I would prefer not to have any interruptions."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that we are both here, and we have a job to do. Now, either sit down and help me, or fuck off. I really don't give a shit."

You stared at her, and she looked up from her laptop, raising an eyebrow. There was no audience, and there wasn’t going to be one. So, you had two options. Either walk away and look like an idiot, or stay and possibly get chewed out again. You took a deep breath and sat down.

Shiv just hummed in response, then looked back at her screen. "Good choice."

For the next couple of hours, the two of you worked together, trying to figure out a way to turn the situation around. Arguments arose, shots were fired, and at one point, Shiv threatened to kick you out, but overall, it was a productive session. Logan wouldn’t be pissed, so that was a win.

"So," Shiv said as the two of you left the building, "Did you cool down?"

"What?"

"I'm asking if you cooled down. Do you feel better now?"

"Um, yeah, sure. Why wouldn't I? You know, besides the fact that we were at each other's throats for hours and the fact that we both wanted to kill each other. I'm peachy."

"Mm, peachy." She said the word like it was an insult. "That's a strange choice of words, don't you think?”

“What? The real people don’t use the word peachy, huh? Is it beneath you, Shiv? Do you only use fancy words and proper grammar?"

"Oh, I can be a real commoner when the situation calls for it. It's all about knowing your audience."

"Really? So, is this the commoner Shiv? Should I expect a new side of you?"

"Maybe.” She smiled oddly again. The one that made you nervous. "Maybe not. That depends on you. Do you want to know the real me?"

"No, not particularly."

"Good. Because I'm not interested in showing you. I’m just curious if you have what it takes."

"To what, put up with your bullshit? To put up with a spoiled brat who thinks the world is hers for the taking? Mmm, yeah, I think I've got what it takes."

"Okay, first off, fuck you. Second, you're a piece of shit. Third, I have something to tell you. So, listen up. This is important. Okay, ready?"

You were about to say something, but her expression stopped you. Her voice was low, her tone serious. You nodded.

"I'm a bitch. And, yeah, I have a temper, and I'm not a warm and fuzzy kind of girl. But, that's the thing, I don't need to be. I don't need to pretend that I'm anything other than who I am. I don't have to fake it because I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it. That’s what you need to understand. It's not about what you think you need. It's about what you want and what you're willing to do to get it."

You just stared at her, unsure of what to say.

"So, let me ask you, what do you want? And are you willing to do what it takes to get it?"

You thought about it for a second. "I want a drink. A strong one."

A little comedy never hurt anyone. And judging by her expression, you could tell you had made her smile.

"Well, that's a start." Siobhan had a smirk on her face. "Alright, fine. Let's get that drink. Then we'll see how far that gets you."

"Yeah," you muttered, "I'm sure."

But, as you walked down the street, you couldn't help but think about the question. What did you want?

And what was Siobhan offering?

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ikn0wtheend · 1 year

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thoroughfare - modern!ellie x reader

summary: you knew ellie once and a road trip back home together complicates things more than it should.

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

word count: ~4.5k

c/w: angst, fluff, mutual pining, language, implied sex, hopeful ending? loser lesbians as always.

a/n: um I do not know where this came from seeing as this is quite the diversion from ‘the record’ but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I was just listening to ethel cain’s ‘thoroughfare’ (as a girlie does) and I blacked out and apparently wrote 4k words of whatever this is. spoiler alert: they don’t even make it back home, they drive for like 5 hours. as always let me know what you think and if you’d like me to make this a series (I'm currently on the fence about it). <3

main masterlist & thoroughfare [2]

It was hot. The kind of hot that doesn’t give you a reprieve no matter how many layers you take off or how hard you fan yourself with your hand. It was sticky and miserable. You want to claw at your skin.

Sitting on the sidewalk you waited for Dina to arrive, you hadn’t really gotten the full details from her. All she had said was “meet outside your apartment” giving you a specific day at a specific time. But you couldn’t complain, you were the one that had called her in distress, forgetting about timezones when she answered the phone half-awake.

Someone eclipses the sun from their spot next to you. You turn with your hand above your brow to get a better look at them and when you do your face automatically scrunches up.

“Why the fuck are you here?”

“Why the fuck are you sitting on the sidewalk?”

You stand up, brushing your pants off. “Oh fuck you, Ellie.”

“No fuck you.” She retorts.

You were going to punch her. Right here. Right on this very sidewalk. You were going to draw your fist back and punch the freckles on her left cheek off of her face. You clench your fists. “I’m not gonna stand here and argue with you.”

“You started it.”

“You’re really gonna play the blame game?”

“Who the fuck calls it a ‘blame game’?”

“Literally everybody you fuckwad.”

“So we’re calling each other names now?” She places both hands on her hips. “You’re such an asshole.”

“I see you’ve lost your touch.” You mirrored her stance. “Asshole isn’t very creative.”

“Neither is fuckwad, you fuckwad.”

You throw your hands up. “Jesus Christ, you’re impossible.”

“No you’re imposs-”

Your phone rang interrupting Ellie from finishing, what you were sure was a very clever rebuttal, Dina’s name flashing on the screen. You quickly turn your back to Ellie and answer.

“Hey-”

Dina cuts you off. “Has she shown up yet?”

“Who?”

“Ellie.”

You sucked in a breath and pinch between your eyes. “Dina, please don’t tell me my ride across the country is Ellie.” You chanced a look at the girl in question, painfully aware of the way she raised her eyebrows to remind you she could still hear you.

“Um yeah? You said you need a ride and that it was urgent and Ellie was closest.” Dina stated simply. As though she didn’t know that this was bound to create a mess, one you might not recover from.

“Okay maybe I exaggerated when I said ‘urgent’, I would’ve happily of waited for you or Jesse.” The words rush out of you, eager to get her to understand and to undo this mess.

“You were literally in tears when you called and like I said Ellie was closest. You’ll be fine.” She said flippantly. As though she wasn’t a first-hand witness to the shit-storm that had happened two years ago.

“I don’t think we share the same definition of ‘fine’, Dina.” Her name comes out with a bite.

You hear a long sigh. “Look just trust me on this. And hey maybe this will be good for the both of you, you’ll finally be able to talk about it.”

“Did it even occur to you that I left because I didn’t want to talk about it?”

“Fair point.” She concedes. “But listen I can’t come get you until next week, and that's being generous, so just suck it up and come home. I miss you.”

Fuck, you thought. You couldn’t stay here, not for another week, and hearing Dina say she missed you made you press the heel of you palm into your chest to try and calm the ache. It wasn’t the first time she had told you she missed you since you left, you heard it everytime you called. Sometimes when the time stretched thin between the two of you she would send you a text reminding you she was thinking of you. That she hadn’t forgotten.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” You can hear the concern in her voice now.

“Yeah. Thank you.” You clear your throat. “I miss you too.” You really did.

She throws out a number of goodbyes and ‘I love you’s’, words you return, before she hangs up. You take a deep breath before turning to look at Ellie again who was standing there with your bags in her arms. She looked silly, you thought. Adorable. You scowl.

“I can carry my own things you know?”

“Just get your arse across the road and into the car.”

“Sir yes sir.”

You think you hear a huff of laughter escape her, you think the heat is making you imagine things.

You’re avoiding looking at Ellie, instead you’re focused on the stretch of road laid out in front of you. The two of you had been stuck at a stand-still for the last couple of hours, neither wanting to be the one to break the silence. Maybe it had less to do with not wanting to and more to do with not knowing what to say.

You knew her once, could tell anyone that would listen how loud she liked her music, the way she took her tea. You knew which side of the bed she preferred despite her protests that it was childish to have a favourite - it was the left.

You knew her. You knew her. You knew her.

You’re not sure if you still do. Her hair is different and her shoes look new - you don’t recognise the brand of air freshener hanging from the mirror. This time when you feel an ache in your chest it feels like something akin to grief. But she still looks like your life two years ago and the thought that you might not look the same makes you slump in your chair.

It’s another silent hour before you make your first stop at the gas station, even so Ellie still gets out of the car without saying a word. You watch her for a second, eyeing the way she leaned back against the car with her arms crossed over her chest, before unbuckling your seatbelt and heading inside to grab some snacks.

You take your time browsing down the aisles, glad for the chance to stretch your legs for a bit. There was something about gas stations that made you nostalgic, something about you and Ellie at a gas station that made you nostalgic even though she was outside pumping the gas. There were too many times to count when the two of you would make your way to the closest one at all hours of the night to stockpile on chips and candy for movie nights. You would walk through every single aisle and she would follow, not once complaining over the fact that you got the same things everytime and they were two aisles over. She would hold out a hand to carry the food and you would pay, swatting at her whenever she tried to sneak her card to the cashier who looked far too tired to even act amused. Ellie would say ‘thank you’ and you would tell her that it was on her next time although you both knew that was a lie.

So you allow your mind to wander and your feet to carry you aimlessly. You rely on muscle memory to take you where you need to go because all these gas stations are built the same. You pay and try to leave the memories at the automatic doors.

Ellie is still standing outside the car when you exit with a full bag, arms still crossed. You call her name and chuck a chocolate bar at her a bit more aggressively than you originally planned, because it hits her square in the chest and falls to the ground with a sad splat. Ellie looks at you irritated.

“What the fuck?”

You wince, shoulders up by your ears. “Sorry.” You say sheepishly.

She rolls her eyes as she bends down to grab the bar off of the ground, you see the moment her harden gaze softens and as quick as it was there it was gone again. She rises slowly, flipping the bar around in her hands.

“I hope they’re still your favourite.” You wring your hands together.

She nods. “Get in the car, we gotta go.” Before you can respond she turns her back to you and retreats to the car.

You puff out your cheeks before blowing the air out and make your way back to the passenger side, dumping your bag of snacks onto the floor in front of you. You buckle your seatbelt and lift your head to see Ellie already looking at you, she raises an eyebrow in lieu of asking if you’re ready. You nod.

The two of you drive in silence for roughly another 30 minutes before the urge to speak hits you. The last time you were in this car, you and Ellie talked until you couldn’t breathe, saying whatever was on your mind and taking breaks to sing whatever song was playing. You fear that if you don’t say something now you might choke.

“Do you remember the time Dina was learning to drive and she hit the curb so hard she started crying?” You don’t know why this is the thing your brain conjured up, maybe the combination of recycled air and the smell of Ellie’s cologne was getting to you.

Ellie snorts in surprise and looks between you and road. “How could I forget. We had to drive home with a flat tire.”

You’re laughing now, “And you had to bribe her back into the car with the promise of burgers.” You throw your head back.

Ellie’s laughing now too, a far away look on her face. “Yeah I did, didn’t I? Jesus Christ I thought she was gonna stand in the middle of the street all night and someone was gonna run her over, honestly I wouldn’t of blamed them.” One of her hands was off the wheel and gesturing wildly. “I don’t even know why she was standing on the road, the car was halfway up the sidewalk she should’ve stood there.”

Your laughter tapers off but a wistful smile remains on your face, you see Ellie look at you funny out of the corner of your eye. “What?” You ask softly, your eyes now on her profile. Pretty, you think.

“Nothing. Your laugh sounds the same.”

You struggle to maintain your composure. “Is that a bad thing?”

She shakes her head. “No. Just makes me remember.”

You don’t ask what exactly it was she remembers, because you think that it doesn’t really matter. She remembers your laugh and that's enough for you. It has to be, because you know you weren’t in the position to ask for more.

Ellie hesitantly calls out your name this time.

“Yeah?”

“Why did you leave?”

The question was sobering, you were expecting it the moment you saw her yet it still made you flinch. “I couldn’t stay.” You say.

You don’t elaborate.

She furrows her brow and you have the urge to smooth it out gently with your thumb and apologise for being the reason that its there. “Why didn’t you come back?” She tries again, voice strained like it hurt her to ask. Maybe it did.

You give her a smile. “I am now aren’t I?”

“I don’t know, are you?”

Your smile falters.

“Fuck you.” You snap, smile fully gone and replaced with something harsh. You quickly try and backtrack. “I’m sorry-”

“No it’s okay.” You both know it’s not okay. “I shouldn’t of asked.”

“Ellie-”

“Do you want to listen to something?” She interjects as she reaches over you to open the glovebox and pull out a stack of CD’s with one hand, you remember buying her some of them, she plops them down in your lap. “Take your pick. That Fleetwood Mac one is in there somewhere if that’s still your thing.” It was still your thing.

You grab something different instead, something that you couldn’t immediately attach a memory to and put it in the slot and press play.

You had swapped out the CD playing twice before you finally gathered the courage to speak to Ellie again, still embarrassed you had thrown your words at her face.

“How have you been?” You wince at your own words.

She turns to look at you incredulously. “Is that really what you’re going with?”

You huff even though you knew that it was a dumb question. “Fine. Why did you say yes to driving me home?”

“Dina forced me.” She was quick with her response.

You let the words sink in before asking another question. “You still could’ve said no.” The Ellie you knew was much more stubborn than Dina, could often outlast any insisting from her.

You watch as she shuffles in her seat and sighs. “Yeah I could’ve but then she would’ve annoyed me about it for forever, so it was easier to just say yes right off the bat.”

Silence fills the air once more as you think about it. Something wasn’t right and perhaps the stifling air in the car was making you agitated or perhaps Ellie wasn’t telling you the truth. The sky was so blue out here, you think.

“Not everything has to mean something.” She blurts out in irritation.

You turn your head to find her already looking at you. “What?”

“I can tell you’re sitting there trying to pick apart what I just said.” She bites at you like you did her, eyes darting between you and the road rapidly as her knuckles grow white from where she clenches the steering wheel. “You do it so fucking much that you forget to fucking listen. Not everyone is trying to speak to you in fucking riddles you know? Maybe, just maybe, when someone tells you their favourite colour’s blue they just really fucking love the colour blue. It has nothing to do with the ocean or the sky, it’s just something that is.”

There was a version of you that she knew and probably was expecting, the same version of you that had snapped at her earlier. That was a small lapse, one apparently Ellie managed to bring out of you. But that part of you that resides somewhere in your chest wanted to yell at her, deny everything she had just said and say something back that would hurt her - hurt you too when you see the look on her face. But nowadays you’re mostly just tired. Besides, she wasn’t exactly wrong.

You click your tongue and hold her stare when she looks back at you. “You done?”

Her chest heaves. “Yes.”

“Good.” You look away. “Focus on the road.”

You hum along to the song playing over the sound of her deep breathing as she tries to calm herself down. When some time passes you open up a bag of what used to be her favourite chips, you were unsure if she still liked them, but you still offer them to her first. You hold the bag steady when she huffs and sticks a hand into the bag to grab some. You’re still mad at her and you’re sure that she’s still mad at you, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care when she continues to crunch on the chips like her life depended on them. It was all so familiar.

Your anger had settled into quiet exhaustion when Ellie pulls into a 24-hour diner. It was iffy-looking but there was something oddly charming about it. You follow her inside and take note of the outdated furniture and the weird smell permeating throughout the room, you like it, you think.

Ellie slides into a booth and sitting across from her you see her under the fluorescent lights. She looked more gaunt here, eye bags prominent. You still thought she looked good. You pretend to look at the menu when its placed in front of you by a young teenage girl, knowing what you’ll get but wanting to look busy. The waitress, Betty her name tag says, comes by with a pot of coffee in her hand, she fills up your mug first and goes to fill up Ellie’s when you quickly cover the cup with your hand. Betty’s look of initial confusion is replaced with a big grin.

“So, what can I get ya?” Her voice is chipper.

You open your mouth the speak but Ellie beats you to the punch.

“She’ll get the pancakes, extra strawberries, and I’ll just get some bacon and eggs please.” Her eyes widen. “Sorry-”

“-No, it’s okay.”

“I must be tired from driving. I wasn’t really thinking-”

“-No really it’s okay.”

The sound of both your voices overlap as Ellie tries to apologise and as you try to tell her that it’s okay. It’s okay that she still knows you. You see Betty out of the corner of your eye watching in amusement, but to be fair the diner was empty so this was probably the most entertainment the place had been in awhile.

“Is that all?” Betty asks, grin still taking over her face.

“She’ll get a diet coke.” You say nodding your head in Ellie’s direction. She looks away with rosy cheeks.

“Y’all are cute. I’ll be right back.” You watch as Betty practically skips away. This diner was oddly charming indeed.

You’re fiddling with the handle of your coffee cup when Ellie’s drink is deposited in front of her. There was an outrageous curly straw swirling from the tall glass and the sheer disbelief on Ellie’s face made you want to laugh. You lift your mug to hide your face behind it. It was decided then that you and Betty would make great friends.

“You think this is funny don’t you?” The defeat in Ellie’s face is endearing.

You take a loud sip of your coffee, eyes meeting hers over your cup. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She sighs.

“It’s a straw Ellie.” You say, unable to hide the teasing in your tone. “If you don’t want to drink from it just drink straight from the glass.”

Ellie looks you dead in the eyes when she takes her first sip and you try to look anywhere but her mouth around that damn straw. She sucks the drink up and you watch the liquid travel around in its various loop-de-loops, Ellie releases the straw between her lips with an exaggerated lip smack. “Refreshing.”

You snort. “You’re making me jealous.”

She takes the opportunity. “Of the straw?” A single eyebrow lifts in question.

“No you bitch.” You feel yourself begin to fluster. “I obviously meant of you. Because you got a cool straw and I got this chipped mug. I mean look at it-” you gesture wildly towards it, “-its bright pink and has like a million swirly things.” Swirly things? Really? Maybe Betty is better off remaining your waitress and not your best friend. It wouldn’t be too big of a loss, you didn’t know her that well anyway.

Ellie was laughing, very clearly proud of herself. “I’m just fucking with you.” She says. “You know that right?”

Right.

You avoid her eyes that were looking for yours, cheeks still warm. “Of course, no harm done.”

“Good.”

There’s a stretch of silence before you hesitantly break it. “Ellie?”

“Yeah?”

You pointedly make eye contact with her hoping that she sees if for what it is, an apology or an admission, either way you hoped she saw it. “I meant it when I said I couldn’t of stayed. Back in the car.” You hold up a hand to stop her from interrupting. “I know you’re gonna ask me why, but I don’t know if I can you reason.”

She reaches across the table to grab your hand that had abandoned your mug. She looked feral in a way, eyes wild. “Try.” She begs. “Please.”

You nod and try to clear the lump forming in your throat. “I think I always wanted to leave, think you knew that too, but I wasn’t gonna leave without you and you weren’t gonna stay without me.” Ellie nods and you continue. “And I would’ve been happy, more than happy to continuing the life that I was living with you. You were my best friend. But do you remember when we got into the argument? The one right before I left?”

You watch as Ellie looks down at your intertwined hands and gulps. “Yeah. Yeah I do.”

“Yeah I remember it too.” You give her hand a squeeze. “I called you every name in the book and you told me that it was suffocating being my friend.”

She grips you tighter as though she was scared you’ll pull away. “I didn’t mean it-”

“I know.” At the time you wished you had read between the lines to find the something in her words, in the same way she had berated you over in the car. Because she did mean it when she said it and you had felt the same way back but hadn’t put it into words. The two of you were suffocated by the love you had for each other that was disguised as being merely platonic. “But Ellie, I left because I was suffocating me too.”

It seemed as though Betty had impeccable timing because there she was happy as a clam with your two plates of food. You look at Ellie looking at your hands still holding each other and you think Betty was either your saviour or your worst enemy.

“Here you two go!” You and Ellie break apart. “And here’s your extra strawberries.” Betty gives you a wink and skips back to wherever she appeared from.

Ellie looks between you and the food. You give her a smile. “Eat. I’ll still be here to talk about it later.” The words you said sounded awfully like a promise.

Betty comes back to grab your empty plates, coffee in hand as she pours you another. “Can I get you another diet coke?” She tempts.

“No I’m okay. Thank you.” Ellie says.

“No problem, holler if you need anything.” There she goes again.

Ellie calls your name this time, you leave your mug untouched. “What did you mean when you said that you were suffocating yourself too?”

“Everytime I looked at you I felt like I was dying.” It wasn’t a full answer, but you weren’t ready to give so much of yourself away. You feel the same way you did two years ago before you left. “Do you understand?” Please understand, you think.

She looks at you with something in her stare that feels holy, like a revelation. “Yeah I think I do.”

The period of time between you meeting Ellie and now is often remembered in differing stages of hurt. The hurt in your hands when you clenched your fists too tightly that time in class when you saw her staring at a girl you couldn’t even name. The hurt on your hip when the two of you got matching tattoos. The hurt in your heart when you went away and stayed away.

The waiting hurt and so did the leaving.

And the realisation that it didn’t need to hurt, especially for as long as you did, left you feeling unsettled. The hurt was familiar, almost as familiar as Ellie, and you didn’t know if you could leave it behind too. Didn’t know if you would survive it. But surviving wasn’t living and this hurt could feel different. Because maybe, finally, all this love will have a place to go.

You stand up to go pay and Ellie doesn’t try to stop you like she used to. You leave Betty a big tip and she gives you a cheesy grin in return with her thanks. Ellie is waiting by the front door with her shoulders slumped and hands fiddling when you turn around. You walk towards her.

“Let’s stop somewhere for the night, yeah?”

“Yeah-” her voice cracks and she clears her throat, “-yeah sounds good.”

When you arrive to the closest motel it wasn’t nearly half as charming as the diner you had just eaten in. There was also no Betty to greet you at the front desk, instead a ragged man who was staring a bit too hard at you told you there was only one room left available. He looked far too happy when he sensed your discomfort.

Ellie places a foot right in front of where you’re standing and steps forward, obstructing your view. “We’ll take it.” She pays this time.

The man throws the keys on top of the counter and grumbles to himself. Ellie places a hand on the small of your back when you turn to walk away and you subconsciously lean into it before you feel her nudge you along. The two of you made the walk to your room in silence but you can still feel the heat from her hand radiating up your spine. You shiver.

Ellie taps your hip, a gesture you remember, to get you to move aside. She swings both bags she was carrying on her shoulder higher so she can open the door and you’re immediately met with the sight of a bed, there was other furniture in the room but the bed really stood out.

There was one bed.

It’s okay, you thought. You had shared a bed with Ellie multiple times, you practically lived at her house that one summer and all the summers following.

“Are you coming?”

You don’t trust your words so you nod and step inside. You didn’t realise closing the door would make the room seem infinitely smaller otherwise you might’ve left it open and just dealt with whatever the consequences were. Because there was still only one bed inside of a really small room. You try and play it cool.

“You’re taking the left.” Smooth.

Ellie agrees easily. “Fine by me.”

You watch as she throws the bags onto the bed and begin rooting through hers, pulling out an old t-shirt that you recognised and a pair of sweatpants. She makes her way to the bathroom without once looking at you. You huff and grab your pyjamas too, changing into them hurriedly and lying down on the right side.

Ellie turns off the light and joins you in bed, the two of you staring at the ceiling. You hear her breathing and it sounds like your childhood. It sounds like your future too, the one you dream but never talk about.

You both lay there under the covers on your backs and you think about how close she is to you. You didn’t know how to tell her you missed her, there simply weren’t enough words in the English language to express it, so you remained quiet. You think a lifetime has past when she decides to speak. In a way it had because you feel a new you being created in this dirty motel room.

“I hate you for leaving.” Without me. You hear the unspoken words this time.

“I know.”

“I hate you.” She states, stance firm.

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.”

You don’t know who reaches for who first, all you know is that you turn over and there she was, consuming your senses in a way only she knows how. You think about her lips on yours and the way her tongue traces your bottom lip. You think about her hands gripping your waist tight and the way she sighs into your mouth, you think that you want her to do it again. You think that everything about this road trip was doomed from the start. You think that it’s a problem for tomorrow’s version of you to deal with.

You stop thinking when she pulls you on top of her and tugs at your shirt. You sigh into her mouth this time.

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Bet She Was Brutal and Bratty

Part 1 of Series: Accident Waiting to Happen

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/reader

Summary: Enemies to lovers. Called in to the BAU as a psychiatric consult by Reid, you turn Aaron's life upside down for worse or for better. He doesn't understand why Reid likes you, or why you chose a people-facing career, or why you're so goddamn miserable and hellbent on dragging him down too. But you know what they say. Once an adrenaline junkie, always chasing that high.

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“Why do we need a psychiatrist?” Morgan asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’ve already got one in there and she’s not much help.”

“The BAU, which was originally called the BSU, was actually founded by two agents and a psychiatric nurse. We wouldn’t have jobs right now without her expertise,” Reid drawls, happy to insert factoids into the conversation once again. “It’s what makes it a science. Her name was Ann Burgess, and she—“

“Okay, okay. We don’t need a history lesson. Elle is in there. Are you sure your contact can come down here to fly with us?” Aaron asks.

“She works in the area,” he says.

“And she’s good?” Morgan asks. “You’ve worked with her before?”

“Yeah. You could say that.”

————- “Jesus, Reid, you’ve been holding out on us,” Morgan says, sending you a teasing smile that you meet with a scowl. “Didn’t know you knew women this pretty.”

“Christ. Save it,” you mutter as you board the plane. “I don’t need you drooling on the floor.”

“It was a compliment,” he says, faltering.

“Yeah. And also a backhanded insult to Reid. It’s smarmy and arrogant and the fact you have to put other men down to give compliments to women goes to show you’re terrifyingly insecure,” you respond.

There’s an uncomfortable beat of silence as everyone else gets situated on the plane, letting the weight of your comment sink in and settle in the air.

“Well. She told you, I suppose,” JJ says quietly.

“Anyone else have any comments they’d like to add?” you ask, scanning the plane. There’s Spencer, still scrawny and awkward as ever. You wonder why he bothered to reach out to you in the first place. It’s not often the BAU says they need help from psychiatrists like yourself despite its past history. He looks better, now, though, and this team won’t know it or appreciate it but he’s come far since you last saw him.

Then there’s Morgan, who you know you’re going to butt heads with. Bordering on chauvinist, you assume, doesn’t take the weight of these cases as seriously as he should. Too young, too macho, too arrogant.

He is attractive though.

He can have that.

His lines probably usually work.

There’s JJ, media specialist. She’s pretty, blindingly pretty, has a face and a voice for the TV screen, alright. You don’t see yourself having too many issues with her. She seems like as long as she can do her job you can do yours however you please.

You always worked better with women, anyway.

Next to her is Gideon, an older man with a balding spot in the center of his head. Been doing this too long, probably. Jaded. Maybe even burnt out. Seen a lot of people die.

The jury’s out on him. But he’s a man, so.

And then… there’s Hotchner. Tall, quiet, stoic, with dark eyes and dark hair. He’s the only one who dares to meet your eyes after your outburst with Morgan. Shows he’s not easily intimidated.

You already don’t like that.

“You can cool it with the remarks,” Hotchner has the audacity to say.

“Your agent was just hitting on me when we’re in the middle of a hostage situation and you’re telling me to cool it with the remarks?” you ask. “Why don’t you reprimand the person you actually have authority over? I’m doing you all a favor because apparently you’re all too inept to do this on your own.”

He’s narrowing his eyes slightly at you, and he’s about to say something in return until he’s interrupted by Morgan.

“Okay. Okay. If this is going to be an issue, I’m sorry, alright?” Morgan says, raising his hands in surrender. “I shouldn’t have said that. You’re a professional, and I should have addressed you as such. I’m sorry. Okay?”

“Thanks for all your help, Spencer,” you say, glaring at him.

“Well, actually, in past occasions you’ve said you would prefer to handle situations with what you call and I quote ‘douchebag men’ on your own without assistance from me,” he says. “Something about fighting your own battles.”

“That was before you knew how to fire a gun,” you quip. “But thank you for agreeing that Derek is a douchebag.”

“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean… I was saying that’s what you would say,” he sputters, blushing red.

“Cute,” you tease. “It’s fine. I’m sure he gets it a lot. Anyway. Is anyone going to brief me more than what Spencer gave me over the phone or do you want me walking into this blind?”

“He’s a psychotic,” Hotchner says, his tone clipped.

“Yeah? Is that truly all you think I need to know or is that actually all you know?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why did you all even get called in? Christ, I think a local police department is as equipped to deescalate a person in active psychosis as you. And, if you didn’t catch that, by equipped, I mean not well at all. Sending you dogs in there is going to do nothing. Psychosis is a completely different beast than what you’re usually dealing with. None of you have the training necessary.”

“We let Reid call you in for a reason,” he offers, giving you a tight-lipped smile, extending an olive branch.

“Save it, Hotchner. We don’t need to be civil.”

“I see no reason to try and create animosity.”

“Can’t say I agree. How’d you clear me this fast, anyway?” you ask.

“We are the best of the best.”

“Oh, God,” you groan. “I don’t even think I have enough fingers to count how many times the FBI’s very own BAU has fumbled the ball.”

“Hm. Seems civility truly is lost on you,” Hotchner sighs. “Perhaps we shouldn’t have cleared you.”

“Funny,” you smirk at him, glad you were getting under his skin.

“Anyway… submitting you for clearance may have been one of the first things I did when I got the job,” Spencer says, grinning sheepishly.

You roll your eyes at him. “Wish you didn’t.”

“Why’d you come, then?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“For you,” you say softly, wishing the rest of this goddamn team wasn’t here to see you show any point of weakness.

But Reid was a source of weakness for you, an Achilles heel if you will.

Even now that he’s equipped with a gun license and even more of an encyclopedic knowledge, to you, he’s still that kid you met at your lowest point.

“You came all the way down here for Reid?” Hotchner asks.

You shrug. “Do I need a better reason?”

“Most people wouldn’t need one. You…”

“You think you already know me, Aaron? Hm? You think you can profile me?” you ask, leaning forward to look him in the eyes. You see him stiffen when you say his first name.

He hates you.

You love it.

“I think this isn’t an appropriate conversation to have with an audience.”

“Why? You don’t want your employees to hear your astute observations? You invited the conversation. Aaron.”

“It’s Agent Hotchner,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I’d call you by your title if I felt you deserved one. Aaron,” you say, a lilting smile on your lips.

Spencer says your name, hitting you on the shoulder lightly. “Please. I love you, but please stop embarrassing me in front of my boss.”

“Don’t worry, honey. He won’t be your boss for long,” you say, grinning at him. “That wedding ring you keep playing with? You’re on the verge of a divorce, aren’t you, Aaron? Job getting to her?”

“Stop,” Spencer begs. “Stop.”

Aaron feels a fire burning, a migraine starting, a nausea building.

You are antagonistic, abrasive and acrid. Belligerent. Caustic.

And Aaron is a man who prides himself on his ability to keep his cool. Trying so hard to not be his father’s son, to fall as far away from the tree as possible. Catch bad people instead of becoming one. But you? You’re destined to bring out the worst in him, bring out all his terrible qualities he’s tried so hard to stifle, cover up, keep hidden.

He expects the people he catches to anger him and he knows how to deal with that. He knows how to swallow it down and go for a run and be able to sleep at night.

You?

Christ. You’d claw at his throat, coming up like heartburn he can’t swallow down without the acid scalding his chest.

And the worst part is?

You’re getting off on this, on teasing him, arguing with him, seeing him squirm. You think this is fun. Riling people up, pushing buttons, and making them miserable.

You must be miserable to find pleasure in this.

But, begrudgingly, he admits to himself, you’re good at what you’re doing. You are successful at making him irritated and at making the entire team of agents uncomfortable in an environment that was their home turf. You would be an excellent asset in an interrogation room. Who needs physical torture when they could bring you in? He thinks maybe he should send Guantanamo your contact information. They’d certainly appreciate it.

And the fact that you realized he was on the rocks with his wife… lucky guess, on your part, maybe, he doesn’t know many people his age that have perfect relationships with their spouses, but… again, it’s like you knew the exact nerves to hit. And you didn’t care if you hurt the person they belonged to.

Still… you can’t be a terrible person. For you and Reid to have such an easy relationship, understanding, trust… Reid had to know the real you. Reid was closed off and awkward with everyone on the team and it had been months but with you the way you both fell into natural conversation and that Reid had told you he loved you and you didn’t bat an eye… and that the most sincerity you showed was when you said you came down here for him… and Reid is a good kid, kindhearted, genuine.

There’s something deeper than colleagues there even if neither of you will say.

“I go too far, Aaron? You can’t take the heat anymore?” you ask, ignoring Reid.

“It’s Hotchner,” he says again, forcing his tone to be neutral through gritted teeth.

The other thing?

You’re fucking gorgeous.

Morgan wasn’t off-base with his comment, even if it was terribly received and definitely not the right setting. Every time you say his name it goes right fucking through him.

He’s still married. He’s still trying to make it work.

He’s absolutely fucking miserable. You got that right.

If he ever came on to you, ever got you on your knees in front of him, he wouldn’t trust you not to bite his dick off, anyway. Dramatic, maybe, especially from so little time knowing you, but he can’t exactly imagine sex with you as a loving experience. It’d be push and pull, pain more than pleasure, ache more than release.

Exactly what you crave.

Probably.

You look at him, the corner of your mouth lifting in a smirk, like you know just what he’s thinking about. Cornering you against a wall, shoving his knee between your legs, seeing if you’d still talk back then.

You would.

God he fucking hates you. Can’t fucking stand you.

This isn’t like him, either. Elle and JJ are beautiful women that he’s around constantly, and on occasion, his thoughts will travel where he doesn’t want them to go, but they’re easily quelled.

Nothing about you is easy.

“Whatever you say, Aaron.”

The only consolation he has is that it’s a short plane ride.

———

Landing in Texas, you’re immediately assaulted by the heat, and you wish you didn’t have such an affinity for Spencer that you let him drag you out here. And it’s fucking ridiculous, the amount of people they have making up these SWAT teams for one man with a gun that’s more a risk to himself than anyone else on that train.

But whatever.

You weren’t going to change a broken system any more than you were going to fix your own broken psyche.

Spencer was doing the right thing, calling you in. At least one of the agents wasn’t a hopeless fucking idiot.

One of them already managed to get herself in this fucking situation to begin with.

“Well, it took two hours just to convince him to allow a two-way phone. But he won't speak to anyone except what he calls the ‘Higher Authorities.’” The cop says to Gideon, who you’re following into the van they had set up nearby.

“God?” you ask.

“No mentions of religion thus far.”

“Has the Crisis Negotiation lead claimed to be the Higher Authority?” Gideon asks.

“The UnSub won't speak to him any longer,” the cop answers.

“You’re not seriously going to feed into his delusion, are you?” you ask Gideon.

“It might get us an in,” he says, shrugging.

“He gave a deadline of three hours to produce this Authority,” the cop interjects. “And that was two and a half hours ago.”

“Jesus Christ,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why would you feed into his delusion?”

“Maybe because he’s armed and keeping hostages.”

“Well. Look how far it got you,” you snap. “We’ve got half an hour left and you didn’t get any closer to releasing them. Gideon. You think you can be this higher authority?”

“You want me to feed into it after all that?”

“We need to find out what he wants. We don’t have a choice with our limited time thanks to our lovely local cops. I would do it myself but I doubt even in his delusions he’s enlightened enough to believe a woman is the higher authority.”

“If he makes any reference to an endgame of killing himself and the hostages, it’s over and we’re rushing the train,” Hotchner says.

“He’s not going to kill the hostages,” you say.

“How can you be so confident?”

“He’s more likely to kill himself and only himself.”

“But he could still kill them.”

“Well. If I’m the Higher Authority, I’m not going to him. He’s coming to me,” Gideon says. “We need to help him ask the first question.”

“Whenever we get a leeway, we need to say we need a hostage back, or we can’t make any promises,” you say. “It’s dangerous and unfair to validate his delusion in any way. I’m only advising it because of the gravity of the situation. Be vague. The less you say, the better.”

Gideon nods.

“Any objections?” You ask, turning to Hotchner.

“Not at this present moment,” he huffs in annoyance.

It’s a woman’s voice on the line. She’s terrified, coming off quivering and shaking. “He wants to know who you are. He wants to know who just arrived.”

“Tell him it's someone who can help resolve the situation.”

“What….What part of the government do you work for?” she asks after telling him.

“I never said I was with the government,” Gideon answers.

“Are you FBI?”

“He can ask me himself.”

She tells him, and the phone goes over to him. “Tell me who you are or I’m going to kill myself. I want it out!”

“You know who I am.”

“If you're the Higher Authority, then you can have it removed.”

You hit the button to pause the line, the crisis negotiator looking at you with irritation. You ignore him, saying, “Don’t agree to that. Be vague. Say you can’t do anything until you get a hostage back. Tell him to let the woman go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure! Get back on the line.”

Gideon nods in agreement.

“It'll take some time,” he says cautiously.

“I want it removed now.”

“It’ll take some time. I need one of your hostages back. Let the woman go.”

“You’ll get it out?”

“I need some time,” he says. “And I need the woman back.”

“But you’ll get it out? You have an hour or I swear I’m going to kill myself!”

“I need the woman back before we can discuss that. Can you do that for me? Let her walk out?”

“Yes. Okay. One hour!”

“Good job. Glad you listened to me. Seems someone isn’t inept here,” you say to Gideon, and he smiles, shaking his head.

“Aaron and Morgan aren’t bad agents. You all just got off on the wrong foot.”

“We’ll see about that assessment.”

“The hostages don’t matter to him,” you say. “He might believe they’re working with the higher authorities, he might not, but it doesn’t matter. I believe what he wants is for the voices to stop. I don’t think he’ll hurt them as long as he isn’t provoked. He let her go without much bargaining.”

“Good job, Jason,” Hotchner says, catching up with you two.

“Jason? I got her out,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Hotchner looks at Gideon for confirmation.

“She did. I probably wouldn’t have tried it myself,” he admits.

“Maybe you should all take orders from me instead,” you say, brushing past Aaron to walk over to Reid.

“She’s something, huh, Aaron?” Gideon asks, smiling at Aaron knowingly.

“Don’t, Jason,” he scolds.

“Reid found us a spitfire, hm?”

“Don’t really know how they’re friends,” Morgan interjects. “Maybe they are more than that. She swooped in to his defense pretty fast.”

“You shouldn’t have hit on her the second she walked in,” Aaron says.

“That was barely a comment. Come on. I could’ve said much worse. And I apologized. Look at her, though, Hotch. If only she wasn’t so… hostile…”

“‘Like a golden ring in a swine’s snout is a beautiful woman with a rebellious disposition,’” Gideon recites. “Proverbs.”

“Well, I think that’s more sexist than my comment, Gideon,” Morgan chuckles. “I know the Bible isn’t known for being progressive, but, wow.”

“I’m not saying I agree with it. I’m just pointing out how quick you are to cast her aside for her attitude. Is she really a waste of beauty because of the way she acts?”

“I mean… we all heard her, right? She is kind of… a lot.”

“Well. There’s a reason for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what, yet.”

“Don’t make it a habit of trying to sleep with consults, either, Morgan. You never know if we’ll need to call her again,” Aaron interjects.

Morgan looks at him, shocked. “You’re thinking about calling her again? After all that?”

“If she was able to guide us to get a hostage out within minutes of being here, then yes. She’s effective.”

“Effective at pissing you off, too. I don’t know. Doesn’t seem like she’d be good for your blood pressure.”

“I’ll be fine. Go call into Garcia and see if she has any updates on the rest of our hostages.”

“Morgan’s not wrong. You seem extra tense today,” Gideon observes, then walks over to you and Reid.

“He thinks there’s a chip. Common delusion, even by people that don’t have schizophrenia,” you say. “Government is always watching. Whatever. Tell him there’s no chip. Or tell him he needs to leave the train to remove it if you feel the dire need to be assholes.”

“I don’t think that will work,” Aaron says brusquely. “There’s a chance he could kill everyone if we tell him there’s not a chip. He believes there is.”

“Okay. But we know there isn’t,” you say tersely, rolling your eyes at him. “His speech is lucid. There's no sign of neologisms, word salad, or loosening of associations. He can be negotiated with.”

“What if we can remove the chip?" Morgan asks.

"I can do that magic trick. Sleight of hand," Spencer offers.

“Are you kidding me?” you ask, looking at him incredulously.

“I used to do it during exams,” Spencer says. “You remember.”

“Yeah. Not tricking an armed man with schizophrenia. Come on, Spencer. You’re smarter than that. You guys can't risk giving him another agent as a hostage.”

“Teach it to me,” Aaron says.

“Yeah, because that’s so much better,” you snark. “Actually, I’d look forward to not getting you back.”

“Look, if you can do it, I can do it. Show it to me,” Aaron says to Spencer, trying his best to ignore you, but you see his jaw set in annoyance.

You’re pleased with that, at least.

“I’ve been practicing this my whole life,” Spencer says. “We have less than 30 minutes.”

“Spencer, I am not going to let you get on that train in an active hostage situation,” you say. “Teach it to him.”

“I can do this,” Spencer says.

“Now isn’t the time to show off, or try to kiss ass, Spencer,” you retort. “Can’t you talk some sense into him, Aaron?”

“I don’t see a better option,” he says quietly.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. I didn’t know I came down here to watch Spencer get killed.”

“You’ve got to have faith in me,” Spencer says, grinning.

“It doesn’t matter if I have faith in you or not. It’s common fucking sense not to send people into a hostage situation. He’s not coming back if he goes in there. We all know this, right?”

“Do you have any better solutions?” Hotchner asks.

“I already told you! Tell him there’s no chip there! I guarantee you that what he wants is an end to the voices. That’s what he thinks the chip is doing. So when the voices don’t stop… what do you think is going to happen? He’s going to let everyone go when this chip is removed? Even if he doesn’t think it’s controlling the voices… we have no idea. We’re the higher authority, right? He believes that? So tell him there’s no chip. Or, I don’t know. Tell him he needs to put the guns down and come out and talk to us about it. Anything is better than this bullshit.”

“There’s a chance if we tell him there is no chip he’ll no longer believe we’re the higher authority.”

“There’s a chance the voices tell him to kill everyone on the train when they don’t stop,” you say.

“I thought you said he didn’t care about the hostages? Which is it?” Aaron snaps at you.

“Whoa, don’t get nasty with me. He has command hallucinations, clearly, and he’s armed. I never said there wasn’t a risk. I said you would need to provoke him and removing the chip and not the voices… that’s provocation right there.”

“We can’t remove the voices.”

“No shit, Sherlock. Which is why this is fucking stupid to begin with.”

“I think unfortunately our best bet is to send Reid in there.”

“Okay. Then you’re dumber than I thought. Remind me to never take you gambling if you think this is your best bet. Jesus Christ. Why bring a professional in if you’re not going to listen to her?”

“You’re a consult,” he snaps. “You’re here to advise. I still make the final call.”

“Oh, so you’re going to risk Spencer’s life to get one over on me, Aaron? Make you feel like a big man, huh, exerting your authority? Why would you listen to a woman when you can just do whatever the fuck you want?”

Spencer’s babbling your name nervously, tugging at your sleeve. “Please. I’m okay with it. I’ll be careful. I promise.”

Aaron sets his jaw as Reid pulls you aside to talk you down. He’s never been quite so grateful for him.

“She’s really got it out for you, huh?” Morgan says.

“Quiet.”

“You got it, Hotch,” he says, grinning.

“Wipe the smirk of your face and at least act like you’re working, Morgan.”

“Don’t take it out on me. I’m not the one who’s got you by the balls.”

“Morgan,” Aaron scolds sternly, rolling his eyes as Morgan laughs and walks away.

God.

You seem hellbent on boiling his blood to a fever pitch.

———

“How can you work for a man like this, Spencer?” You ask him.

“I think you’d like him even less if I told you he kicked me a few weeks ago,” he chuckles.

“He kicked you? I’ll—"

“Relax. It was for a case. It… it didn’t even hurt. I wish you wouldn’t antagonize him.”

“It’s how I am with everyone. You know that.”

“Yeah. But… I’m still new here. I’m the youngest here, too, and I… I wanted you to make a good impression. To show I can pull my own weight, that I can be helpful.”

“I’m being helpful. I got a hostage out of there within ten minutes of being here.”

“Right. But… you’ve been rude to everybody.”

“Morgan was rude to you!”

“You are a lot prettier than me,” Spencer says sheepishly. “He’s not wrong to wonder where I met you.”

“Oh, be quiet and stop feeling sorry for yourself,” you say, ruffling his hair.

“I want to prove myself.”

“You don’t need to do this to prove yourself.”

“I… I don’t want to let anyone down. If there’s even a chance this could work… please tell me you think there’s at least a chance. A shot in hell?”

“I mean, yeah. There was a shot in hell I could’ve won the lottery. Did I? No. This isn’t safe, Spencer, and you know it, and don’t tell me your job isn’t safe. This is creating unnecessary risk.”

“But it could work.”

“Yeah. But you have to be very, very careful. And when you can’t leave, because he won’t let you… are you prepared for that?”

“I don’t … I don’t know,” he admits, sucking in a breath.

“You have to talk him down. Don’t validate his delusions. But talk to him. Get to know him. Show you’re not a threat. Convince him to let the train go and that it’s against his best interests to keep them. Tell him we can get him help. Real help. If… if you think you can, tell him you heard voices too. Tell him the higher authority helped them stop but he needs to come out and meet him and put the guns down.”

“Am I validating or not?” he asks nervously.

“You can’t validate anything past the higher authority. We already said that exists. But use that to your advantage. Be vague, though, unless he gives you more insight on what he believes the higher authority is. What he really is… he’s really alone. Anxious. Depressed. And… well… you know what that’s like.”

“So do you,” he says, meeting your squinting eyes in the beating sun.

“Yeah. Well. Whatever. Tap into it. Empathize, don’t sympathize.”

“Can I… can I hug you? In case I—“

“Spencer, if you dragged me down here to watch you die I’ll be the next person with hostages, and that douchebag Hotch is first on my list.”

“Watch it. You’re still talking to an FBI agent,” he teases, walking closer to wrap you in his arms.

“Jesus, do they clean these vests? You reek. Also, cute that you’re walking in there with an FBI vest. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Stop it,” Spencer chuckles, pulling away from you.

“You do whatever you can to make it out of there. You hear me?”

And, predictably, Spencer does not return when he performs his magic trick and “takes the chip out”.

You knew he wouldn’t.

You truly don’t think anyone here thought he would.

“Aaron? Look at me,” you say firmly.

“What?” He sighs, no longer seeing the point in correcting the way you address him.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re an idiot. What is it, hostage negotiation 101 to not bring somebody else into a hostage situation? Which I said about fifty fucking times, in case you were never taught that. You just put Spencer’s life at risk. You’re an idiot and a sorry excuse for a unit chief.”

“Go to hell,” he says quietly, just under his breath, just barely audible.

You didn’t know the constant stress, the trials and tribulation, the pressure he was under.

Sure.

You’re a professional in your field. No doubt things aren’t exactly a cakewalk for you.

But when people will die if he’s not there… when he makes decisions that risk the lives of his coworkers, the people he’s grown close to… that he cares about… it’s a toll. One you wouldn’t understand.

And he did order Reid right into the crossfire.

You weren’t wrong about that.

You weren’t wrong in your assessment that the unsub would let a hostage go, either.

Fair enough.

He still hates you beyond belief.

How dare you call him an idiot, in front of his entire team, and do your best to undermine his authority at every chance you got, for stupid reasons, too? That you just assumed he was like every other man, dismissing you for your gender, that all he wanted was to get one over on you.

He thinks about what Gideon said earlier, how there was a reason this was the way you choose to act. Maybe some people just come out of the womb born to be contrarian. But Gideon seemed certain there was a reason.

Did it make it any better?

The end result is the same, regardless of why.

Right?

“Go to hell?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Oh, and now you’re a fucking liar, too? Morgan, you heard him. What did he say?”

“I’m definitely not getting involved in this,” Morgan responds, raising his hands in the air.

You scoff. “Of course not. Gotta keep everyone in line. Bureaucracy, right, Aaron? Everyone just blindly follows you? Wants your constant approval? That’s why Spencer went in there. You know? It’s your fault if he dies. His blood is on your—“

“Enough,” Aaron cuts you off, louder, more stern. “That’s enough. I’m going to ask you to leave.”

“Yeah? What if I don’t leave, Aaron? You gonna manhandle me out of here?”

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you focus on the situation at hand instead of berating me? If not, you can leave.”

“What, you want my advice now?”

“Yes,” he says drily. “Unfortunately. Yes.”

“Smartest thing you’ve said all fucking day. Yeah. I’m making the phone call this time.”

———- “Dr. Bryar? Did I reach Dr. Bryar? I’m someone who can help you. I work for the Higher Authority, like the man you spoke with earlier. I’m a doctor who can help you,” you say.

“No! No doctors!” he shouts. “I don’t want any more doctors. Leo says no more doctors.”

“Right. But I specialize in the procedure you just had done. It’s my understanding you feel like it didn’t go as planned. I do need my technician back, though.”

“There must be another one… I… I still hear the voices… I…”

“Right. There isn’t another one. You would have known, right?” you ask. “I need to see you to assess you to see why you’re still hearing the voices. But I can help you, Dr. Bryar. If you leave the train… you need to come to me. I’ll take you on as my patient and I’ll get you real help. We’re all here for you, Dr. Bryar. We know that you've been hurting. I need you to leave the guns on the train and come out so I can help you."

“But why… no! You’re going to kill me!”

“I promise you we’re not. I can make the voices stop. I need you to listen to me. You… you probably felt alone, right? Scared? Alone? You were the only one to really like math class, right? You were memorizing your times tables while the other kids were playing dodgeball. Right? And you loved it, but you felt alone, at the end of the day. And sometimes… sometimes the voices are helpful, because they help you feel less alone, right? But other times they’re scary. And that’s why you’re doing what you’re doing right now. Because you’re afraid. You don’t want to hear them. You don’t want to do what they say. You want to be your own person like you were before they got this loud. And you can do that. You can put the guns down and you can leave the train and I can help you. Okay? Because that’s what you want. You just want help. Someone to listen. Not just scream at you."

Aaron's listening to this, watching you, watching you turn into a... well, a professional. You've been nothing but crass to him and the rest of his team, but he realizes why Reid loves you, now, why you chose this field to begin with.

You've struggled. You’ve been the outcast, not by choice but perhaps because you were shy, awkward, unchosen. And the rough exterior, well, it's just that. A facade. He knows you'd deny it, say you were manipulating the situation, playing a part to get a desired outcome.

But he knows what he's hearing.

“I… how did you… how did you know? Are you in my head too?” Dr. Bryar stutters anxiously.

“No. I just… I’ve been through it too, you know? Being alone and afraid. That’s why I know how you feel. And I got better, so I can help you feel better, too. Right?”

A gunshot through the speaker jolts you out of your seat. “Fuck off!” You yell, running outside. “I was so close too, what the fuck?”

“Stay back,” Aaron yells, running after you as you run toward the train.

“Fuck off, Aaron,” you snap, trying to bend his arm so you can push past him. “I need to see if Spencer is okay.”

Pulling you back, he grips your arm firmly, glaring into your eyes. “Yeah. What happened to not running into an active hostage situation? You’re not armed or vested. You’re staying here.”

“If he’s not safe--"

“Clear!” Morgan yells from the train, audible from the now broken window. “It’s clear. Everyone’s alive.”

“What?” you furrow your brow in confusion, shrugging Aaron off you.

You rush onto the train, seeing what was likely Dr. Bryar collapsed on the seat, holding his shoulder, the gun he had in his own hand now on the ground next to him.

"I... I had to. I had a shot," a passenger sitting in the back seat whispers, voice quivering.

"You're an idiot," you hiss at him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said."

"Sorry! I didn't want to listen to you play negotiator. Sorry I wrecked your big payoff. It clearly wasn't fucking working. He was... off guard talking to you. I had a shot. I took it."

"Yeah. He was off-guard because I was doing my fucking job. You can shut up now," you mutter, putting pressure on Dr. Bryar's bleeding shoulder.

“Fucking bitch,” he murmurs under his breath.

“Yeah. Okay. Save it for someone who cares, asshole. Can we get a stretcher in here? Let’s go!” you yell, glaring at Morgan.

“Yeah. They’re wheeling one over. Relax.”

“Don’t ever tell me to relax, Morgan.”

“Noted,” he says, raising his hands in defeat.

Turning to the doctor, you say, "Hey. I'm the doctor. We're going to take care of you, okay?"

"I... I'm sorry," he rasps out. "I'm sorry."

———- “Yeah? Hey honey, can you hear me?” you ask, speaking into the phone. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just dealt with fucking idiot agents. One of them has to go to the hospital so I can't fly back yet. I’ll be back in town probably overnight. I’m okay, Jessie.”

You cough as you inhale smoke, exhaling heavily. “No, I’m not smoking. Why would you think… okay. I picked up a pack on the way over. It’s fine, Jessie. Yeah. Okay. Sure. You can burn them if I don’t chain smoke the whole pack right now. I’ll see you when I get in. Bye. Love you.”

You lean against the wall, taking another drag, coughing again. “You can come out, Aaron. I know you’ve been eavesdropping.”

“I didn’t know you were married.”

You chuckle, flicking your lighter on and off again. “Not married. You’d have to drag my feet down the aisle.”

“Naturally," he responds, a slight mirth in his tone.

“Are you expecting an apology? Because you’re not getting one,” you say, turning to look at him.

“No,” he sighs. “No. I wasn’t expecting one."

“Then what do you want?" you ask, throwing your cigarette on the ground and stamping it out with your boot.

"I... I actually wanted to apologize," he admits. "I should have listened to you instead of sending Reid in there."

"Yeah. It's only what I said like... fifty fucking times."

"Right. You were good, anyway."

"Yeah. When you let me work."

“Right,” he says, coughing awkwardly. Sometimes he hates being the bigger person, to apologize, to get over himself, to acknowledge when he was wrong.

It’s the only way to ensure the apple rolled far, far away from his father’s tree.

“You’ll be calling me again, hm?” you ask. “Deal I worked out for pay isn’t bad. And I got a new patient.”

“You’re… you were serious about overseeing his case?”

“Mm,” you agree. “Only fair. I did promise it.”

“He probably won’t remember.”

“Right. But what if he does?” you say and shrug. “Here’s my card. I assume you’ll need it.”

“I certainly wouldn’t bet on me reaching out.”

“Why not, Aaron?” you say, grinning. “That’s a gamble I’d feel quite confident winning.”

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Can you please write a Wilbur x reader from the sorry boys zombie apocalypse video? Thank you ❤️

🎥Anon

Hi! Yes ofc I can!

warnings; reader has low iron deficiency, reader feels guilty about it, all of the boys are so sweet, sweet Tom and reader moments, established relationship, kissing, Wilbur “dies”, mention of reader liking older men, it’s all around silly and like the video just with reader!

wc; 9k….. shhhh

edited…. NOPE

who; Wilbur soot x reader, sorry!wilbur x reader

“Thanks Janet, fuck.” Charlie said opening the video after the brief intro, followed by Tommy crying and leaning over the edge of the wall. “It’s all over man, it’s all over! You gotta pull it together!” Charlie grabbed Toms shoulders as Tommy cried out for his mother.

“He’s kinda pathetic.” You whispered to Wil, huddling close to his warmth as you watched the interaction.

“He’s always pathetic.” Wil said back, wrapping an arm around you, bringing you into him. “You should’ve taken the coat I offered.”

You nuzzles into his neck, loving how he was practically a walking heater. “I’m good, I have you.” You heard Wil give a soft chuckle as he kissed your head.

Letting go of you, ignoring the whine you let out as the warmth left, Wil walked up to Tom and leant down as he looked him in the eye. “It’s worse than you could ever imagined.”

“I should’ve installed optifine?”

“We’re in Portsmouth.” Wil declared to Tom as Tom yelled in agony.

“Jesus Christ you’re loud!” You told the blonde as he popped up after the bit was done.

“It’s my specialty! You should know that by now.” Tom said as he smiled at you. You smiled back as you gently hit his arm.

——

“Hi, my names William Godwinson and here’s my 8-foot vertical leap.” Wil said as he ran up and barely made the jump as he stood up and looked proud of himself.

“What’s up I’m Charles Dogman and here’s my 9-foot vertical leap. Jackass!” Charlie said to Wil as he ran up to the wall and tripped, failing miserably. “Ow fuck!”

“You guys are idiots, we’re gonna die-“ the camera cuts off before your sentence was finished, cutting it off as it cut to Wil frantically asked where to go.

“Oh, I don’t know. Safety!” You sarcastically said to the brunette as you smiled down at you, and lightly shoved you.

“Are we going down this way?” Charlie asked pointing down to the pit.

“I mean, it’s either that or the cliff so-“

“Shit, that makes my life easy.” You said as you started to jokingly get up on the wall following the cliff.

“No! No we are not doing that!” Wil picked you up before you could fully get up, anxiety radiating off of him a bit.

“I’m fine Wil, I promise. I was joking.” You whispered to him as he set you down.

“I know but still, you could’ve fell. Just be careful please.” Wil cupped your face as he looked down at you, making sure you understood.

“Always. I’ll be glued to you anyways. I’m terrified.” You said as Wil laughed and followed where the other boys were going, dragging you with.

“There’s only one way boys. In!”

“I don’t, I don’t want to.” Wil said as he looked down at the pit yet again. “What’s your name? Weirdo? Freak? Idiot? Fucking cunt?” Wil asked Ran as Tom started to laugh, as you scoffed at him.

“That’s the full name.”

“Have you met me?” Ranboo said as the drone zoomed out and showed the whole ground.

“Listen guys! We’re all, we’re all boys right? We’re all boys.” Charlie said, putting his fist up to Tom.

“I’m no boy. I’m no man. I am sperm.”

Tom said as groans were heard all around you.

“Guys…” you said quietly.

“Alright, Cum. Put it in.”

“Cum. Nice to meet you cum.” Wil gave Tom a fist bump as well.

“Guys…” you said a bit louder.

“Everyone! Okay, everyone. Bring it in, let’s cum on three-“ Charlie said as the boys all huddled together as you stayed at the edge looking down at the mass amounts of actors in the pit now.

“You sure. It might take me longer than that.”

“One, two, three- CUM!” They all screamed out.

“GUYS!” You yelled, finally getting their attention after a bit.

“Oh my god! That’s just straight zombies guys!” Charlie yelled as he jumped up on the wall.

“Yeah no shit!” You sarcastically said as you waited for all of them at the top of the hill.

“Get down!”

“What’s that going to do? They can still hear and smell us?” You said as you walked further down the way.

“Love, where are you going?” Wil came over and stood next to you.

“Trying to find a way in. If the walking dead served me any good, it’s to sneak into places. Without making too much noise.” You said as Wil shook his head and smiled at you.

“Well, lead the way darling.” He put his arm out in front of him as you bowed.

“Thank you, kind sir.” You joked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck as Charlie came up to you all.

“Guys! I’m gonna kite them!” Charlie yelled at all of us as he started making random noise, attracting all of the zombies while the rest of you found a way in.

“Guys in here!” Ranboo said as you all climb down, Wil helping you, as Charlie continued to distract the “dead” people.

“This is kind of the part that I haven’t really figured out!” Charlie yelled as he started panic.

“There’s no time for baseball now, Phil!”

“If I don’t make it, take my spork! Take my spork!” Charlie yelled as he threw the utensil, getting it no where. “Everyone over here!” Charlie continued to yell and distract.

“Where’s the spork?” Tom asked as he and Wil went to check what was happening.

“Go! Go! We need to go inside!” Wil told you all as he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.

You all finally made it to this little area that welcomed you with an arched door way and a bunch of random junk.

“Charles. Did you get your spork? Where’s your spork?” Ranboo asked as he saw him coming down the hallway.

“I lost my fucking spork, guys.” Charlie said defeated.

You leant against the wall and closed your eyes as Wil stood in front of you and rubbed your arms and looked at Tom as he put a random ladder in the doorway, doing absolutely nothing.

“What the fuck is this?” Wil asked, bewildered.

“There’s no where to go up there!”

“Ok, to be honest, I don’t know your name but what you’re doing right now is pretty fucking dumb and not going to help us in the slightest!” You told Tom, playing into the bit as he laughed and adjusted it.

“It’ll help slow them down!” Tom said looking at you with wide eyes.

“…. They may be dead but they aren’t dumb-“

“They kind of are-“

“Ranboo you’re not helping.” You said as you looked at him with soft eyes as he nodded and turned to talk to Phil.

“Where are you gonna climb?” Charlie asked, laughing at the stupidity of the situation.

“I’m a fool!”

“Are you trying to set up a Looney Tunes trap for the fucking zombies ?” Charlie asked as you searched around for clues, tools, anything to get you out because frankly you were scared and all the survival shows you watched were coming in handy. At least you hoped.

“I don think we need the spork!” Tom said as you looked at him wide eyed, knowing what was about to go down.

“Goddamnit! Just imagine your beans! Okay? Imagine your beans! Imagine your a can of beans-“ Charlie started to rant as you tuned all of it out, sitting in the chair that you found, silently giving up on getting out with tweetle dee and tweetle dumb fucking around.

Wil came around the little corner you hid around and found you sitting in the chair.

“Hey, you alright?” He said as he crouched down, looking up at you as he rested his hands on your knee and lower thigh, rubbing to try and comfort you in anyways he could.

You smiled down at him as you cupped his face. “I’m ok, promise. Just needed a little break, got overwhelmed with all the yelling and echoing but it’s ok! I’m good!” You said as you rubbed his cheekbones, wanting to give him the same comfort back while silently saying:

‘I’m ok because you’re here.’

He smiled back as he turned his head and kissed your palm. Getting up, he pulled you up with him and hugged you, arms around your neck as he kissed the top of your head.

“I have an idea..” he whispered to you as he let go of you and picked the chair up. “May I use this?”

You nodded as he walked out. “We can start a council!” You quickly followed him out as he placed the chair down and sat in it.

“The rock is our leader.” Tom said, picking up a rock he found and handing it to Wil. “Guys! Wilbur has the talking role. Be very quiet. Wilbur, what do you want to say?”

“Guys, it’s been hard. The Covid-19 pandemic, and then, whatever the fucks going on now-“ Wil got cut off my a bunch of groans being heard from down the way.

“Oh fuck-“ you said as you looked wide eyes down the hall.

“They’re coming.”

“Oh god!”

“Tommy! Save the rock!” Wil said as he came up to you and grabbed your hand in his and started to walk down the corridor that led to another hallway.

All of you scampered down the hall and found a stair case, rushing down it while screaming in fear and panic as the zombie’s groans approached closer. Wilbur gently pushed you in front of him, running close behind you down the hall.

“Why are there so many halls?!” You yelled out as you ran.

“Who ducking knows but I can’t do this anymore-“ Wil said, slightly out of breath as you came to a stop.

“Why’re they fast?!” Charlie screamed.

“These aren’t slow zombies. These aren’t slow zombies!”

You and Wil found a door, hidden behind a corner. “C’mon! Here.” You said as you popped open the door and stepped in, Wilbur and the rest of them close behind.

“Shut the door, shut the door!” Tom yelled as he hid in the corner.

——

“Question for you guys, how do you all feel about spending the rest of our days in this room?” Wil asked all of us as you sat in his lap, slightly lightheaded from running and just wanted to be close to him .

“If I’m with you, I’m good.” You whispered in his ear as he smiled and rubbed your back, softly humming in your ear only loud enough for you to hear.

“Well uh, we’ve got a gun in for day three, so-“ once ranboo mentioned a gun, everyone was all eyes on the object.

“What the fuck-“ Wil said as he gently got up and placed you back on the seat, squeezing your hand, a silent promise he’d be back. Wil grabbed the gun as he examined it.

“Yo, wait- does that work?”

“It doesn’t got a magazine.” Wil said before pointing it at Charlie.

“Whoa! Whoa!”

“No, just give it a- I can take it man. Here I can take it-“ charlie insisted as he went up and set the guns barely to be directly aiming at his mouth.

“No, I’m doing it, I’m doing it. I promise you-“

You rested your head on the back of chair as you watched the men go back and forth, playing with a gun. Like children.

——

“Is there any resources in here we can use?” Wil said as he hopped on the chair you were once sitting in, now sitting on the dusty floor watching them all .

“Uh- I see about 3 metal, 2 screws, 5 paper, a water right there.” Ranboo started listing everything he saw.

“I’ve got a bit of a tall order here.” Wil said as he looked down at all of us, standing at a good 8-9 feet with the chair.

“That’s true cause you’re up, yeah, that’s good.”

“Does anybody know how to craft?”

Wil asked as Charlie started laughing.

“I was hoping you’d ask-“ Charlie then turned around and started waving his hand around like he was casting some spell close to the ground.

“What is he doing?” Tom asked confused as you shook your head and smiled at the man.

“Camouflage.” Charlie presented the packaged camo tarp they bought earlier for the video.

Wil and Tom came over to you as they asked you to open the material, since they were struggling to break the plastic.

“Jesus, this is sad-“ you took the package as you ripped it open and handed it to them.

“Wanna come over here, y/n? We could use some help over here!” Tom said as he held out his hands to you. You nodded as you placed your hand in his, slowly getting up from your sitting position as Tom smiled at you and walked over to the rest of the group, you close behind.

“Everyone knows golfers are the weakest of the species.” Wil said as you joined his side as Tom and Ran went over and did their own thing.

“Excuse me?”

“He’s got a point, Phil. Sorry.” You patted his shoulder as Charlie agreed.

“So what I’m thinking what we do. The creatures, they- they respond to sound, but they can’t see you. He’s invisible.” Wil said to Charlie as he held Phil’s head.

“Who’s invisible?”

“Tiger Wattson.” Wilbur said, as you clapped your hands and pointed at them all.

“So that’s his name! Nice to know-“ you joked as Wil laughed and Phil shook his head.

Wilbur finished laughing as he looked at Phil again. “Tiger listen. If you go out there, they won’t be able to see you-“

“But they can smell you.”

“Wha-“ Phil said as Wilbur chef kissed.

“They can hear you.” Wilbur said as a honk noise appeared out of no where.

“That doesn’t make me feel better about the smelling me thing-“

“Don’t worry, you’re fine! Go get ‘em!” You said as you pushed him towards the door.

“Tiger! Come here.” Wil beckoned Phil over as everyone wondered where he went. “I may not get to say this again to you before I throw you to your almost certain demise.”

“Not helping-“ you told him as he continued.

“But I’m gonna say it now, go get ‘em Tiger.” Wilbur said as he pushed Phil out the door and closed it. “And now we can share the fort between 4 people instead of 5.” Wil said as he stood in front of everyone, please and cheers came his way.

“Very inspiring. I could tell you meant it too!” You said as you patted Wil’s chest.

“Thank you, I felt like it was needed-“

“Hey I just noticed when I- yeah, so when we high-fived, I just noticed, I feel like I saw just super quick, just like a little-“

You saw it as well, grabbing his wrist gently and bring it down to examine it. You knew it was there the whole time, have putting it there earlier before filming, but still going with the bit.

“Oh no.”

“Wil-“ your force came out hushed and fear laced the word. Wilbur looked down at you concerned but quickly realized that it was for the big and relaxed.

“It’s a- it’s a little tiny tiny scratch.” Wil said as he hid his arm from staring eyes. You quickly brought his arm back down and giving the “wound” a kiss and smiling up at him.

“Better?” You asked as he rested his forehead on yours.

“100%.” Wil whispered to you as he brought his lips to yours in a short thankful kiss as Phil opened the door on the opposite side of the room.

“Guys I did it! Come on, come on!” Phil whispered to all of us and we all ran out the room.

“Go! go! Not that way! Wait- yes that way!” Wil yelled, as we all followed and yelled at him for being indecisive at the moment.

Running a little bit farther, Wil found a door, guiding us all to go through, Charlie going through a little weird hole in the wall.

After getting him through the wall, Wilbur crouched down and held his arm, looking down at the mark on his skin in worry, making sure no one was watching. Yet forgetting you were behind him.

“Wil what happened?” You whispered down to him, knowing the cameras were on and wanted to create a bit of a story.

“I- Nothing I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, what we need to worry about is getting out of here.” Wil said, grabbing your hands and bringing them up to your mouth to give your knuckles a kiss. “You need to get out of here and I’ll make sure you do.”

You softly smiled up at him as Elodie made a gagging noise as you two stared at each other.

“Didn’t need to see that.” They said as they turned the camera off briefly and looked at you with an uneasy look .

“Oh c’mon on! It was good, right?” Wil asked out in the open as you swung your hands in his and nodded as Elodie rolled their eyes and nodded as well, silently admitting that the “sickeningly sweet” scene was really cute.

——

“And now, the end is near-“

“And so I face, the final curtain-“

“Guys I was wrong, it’s no time for Sinatra.” Wil admitted as he slowly got up from his sitting position as you and Ran came into the cameras view.

“Those guys know how to sing.” Ranboo told the camera as you nodded.

“Almost as good as me-“

“I was about to say that!” Ranboo added on as he looked down at you and nodded.

“Guys, I have a fucking idea. Tiger-“

“Yeah.”

“Do you carry some of your patented Tiger’s scent cologne?” Wil asked as Phil confirmed he in fact did as you looked at all of them with furrowed eyebrows.

“If we can make one of the zombies smell like a professional golfing star…” Wil left the sentence open as Phil clicked the idea together. “Whip out the spray.”

“Why did that sound-“ you started but quickly shit your mouth before anything else came out, Tommy overhearing the little joke you were going to make and laughing.

Phil pretended to look for it as he then suddenly found it and went to the opening of the room. “This is Tiger’s essence.”

“Go Phil! Spray!” Tom yelled as Phil started to get attacked by the crawling zombies. Phil made a hissing noise as he moved his hand everywhere, trying to get the “cologne” everywhere he could.

As he sprayed, all of you figured out a way to get out of them room, having realized you were cornered. You all ran out the room, running as fast as you could up stairs and down some halls to an empty open room.

“Wait where’s Wil?” You asked as you finally got out of the rush of adrenaline and realized Wil’s hand wasn’t in yours nor was he infront or behind you.

“Wil?!” Tom yelled as he soon realized too.

Everyone yelled your boyfriends name, worried as to where he was, but decided to continue on if they didn’t want to be eaten. Yet you and Tom both were deciding if pausing and looking for Wil was a good idea.

“He’s fine, he’s probably following the actors. Plus Elodie’s with him so!” David told you as ease ran through your body, thankful that at least someone was with him.

“Guys wait! Come back, come back. This is the perfect, circuit! This is it! This is the dark circuit!” Charlie declared as he looked at all of us, yet none of us were buying it.

“I think this is just a circle-“

“Please don’t make me run anymore-“ you whispered out next to Phil as he patted you on the back and gave you a soft smile which you returned.

“All we have to do, is run around continuously-“

“And we’ll go so fast that they explode!”

“That’s right Tom! Alright! Is everyone ready?”

“I’ll sit out-“ you said as you leant against the wall.

“Here if you sit there in the little cave, I’ll protect you with my club.” Phil offered as you slowly moved to sit in the corner.

“Thank you Phil.” You smiled appreciatively up at him as Charlie stated that he was absolutely delusional. Once the zombies appeared, they all started running.

“We’re going to die.” You declared as you rubbed your head. Maybe this wasn’t the best video for your to do.

“Yup! Are you alright?” Phil agreed as he continued to fight or the zombies.

“Yeah, I forgot my medicine this morning and I forgot water so. Yay!” You put your fist in the air as a celebration while Phil laughed.

“We can ask for some water? We can stop real quick.”

“No it’s ok. I’ll be ok.” You said, more for yourself than anyone else. Phil nodded as the rest of them arrived back and and ran down one of the halls.

“Guys come on! This way- you alright Y/n?” Ranboo asked as he saw your state.

“Yeah can I have help up?” You asked as Ran nodded and lifted you up.

“Want a piggy back ride?”

“Ranboo you don’t have too-“

“Come on! I know you aren’t doing good right now, so please.” Ranboo insisted as he bent down.

“Thank you, I’m sorry.” You said as you hopped on his back and held onto him.

“Hey no need for apologies, it’s my pleasure!”

Ranboo jogged until he caught up with the rest of them who were waiting, you giving all of them an apologetic smile as they all gave you an understanding look and small ‘it’s ok, we know’ smile back.

“Guys you go on! This’ll stop them!” Charlie said as you looked behind you and saw him doing the stanky leg, shaking your head and laughing at him. “It’s not working! Oh god!”

Charlie started to scream for all of us to run and go. You all found a little staircase leading up as Tom and Charlie found tables and object to put in front of it. Ranboo put you down as you went up the stairs, everyone following close behind.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry again.” You told all of them in general as you slid down the wall, needing some sort of support.

“Hey, it’s ok. We’ll get you some water soon, promise. You have nothing to apologize for.” All of them agreed with Phil as you smiled up at them and curled up, wanting the pounding in your head to stop, but kept with the video anyways.

“I unlocked a new recipe.” Charlie said as he paced.

“What do you need, Charlie?”

“I need wood and I need stone” Charlie declared as ranboo gave him a gun.

“Here! Here’s a rock!” You said as you lifted the big rock you found next to you and gave it to the man.

“Oh, thank you!” Charlie said as he nodded down at you in thanks as you saluted back.

You all heard yelling coming up the stairs as Wil’s silhouette comes into view as he yells and runs into Tom.

“It’s me! It’s me!” Wil yelled at Tom as he pushed him back and held his fist up.

“Tom I still need your wood!” Charlie demanded as you shook your head.

“What the hell is going on?!” You whined out as the stupid situation made no sense. Wil fell to the ground, covering his face as he came too.

“He’s alive! He’s not- wait! Did you get bit?”

“No.” Wil said as he got up and looked around, finally spotting you on the ground, quickly going over to you and crouching down and cupping your cheek, making your eyes flutter open. “Darling…”

“I’m ok, I just need water.” You confirmed before he could say anything.

“Hey guys, can we stop real quick and get some water?” Wil asked the group as they all nodded and agreed that they probably needed some water too.

Charlie walkied down to the rest of the crew, asking if they could get some water, which would be given and brought shortly.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered out to Wil as he held you to his chest. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“Hey, love. You’re ok, you didn’t know it’d get this bad and we didn’t think we’d do this much running. Which now I’m thinking about it, that’s pretty stupid of us. Besides that,” Wil was cut off by your laughter. “Don’t give yourself a hard time over this. You and the rest of us come before content. Always. And if we have to stop for a little water break, that’s very much needed, so be it.” Wil finished as you smiled against his neck and nodded.

“Thank you.” You whispered to him as Russ came with an arm full of water bottles, handing you one first. Wil responded to your thanks with a kiss on your head as he squeezed your hand three times.

Cheesy bastard.

——

“It’s almost done. It’s almost done!” Charlie declared as he waved his hand around infront of Tommy as he screamed in pain and agony. All of you were watching in pure confusion and terror as the scene played out.

“I crafted your dick into a gun.”

“Oh fuck this.” You said as you looked at the pair in disgust. As much as you loved both of them, some bits were just- weird. Weirder than weird.

“Wilbur look at me.”

“What’s up man?” Wil asked as he stepped forward towards Tom.

“You’re the only man it trust with my dick-gun…..” Tom said as he gave the gun to Wil.

“Well yeah, I served in the arm forces for 32 years.” Wil said as he took the gun in his hands, leaving you bewildered at the statement.

“Wait, hold up-“ you said as you did mental math in your head.

“Wait how old are you?” Charlie asked the question that you were desperately trying to figure out.

“I’m 41.”

“I- ok when I said I liked older men, that’s not what I meant.” You joked as everyone laughed around you.

“Wait, I gotta make sure the gun is any good, cause I did just craft it. It’s like a make shift so it doesn’t- it’s not like, the stats aren’t super high so just make sure that it- yeah. No just- I can take it. I can take it.” Charlie said, again wanting Wil to shoot him and make sure the equipment worked as he aimed it at the man.

“Oh, it’s jammed. Hold on.” Wil said as he fixed the gun and pointed it again.

“Maybe we shouldn’t- ok.” You cut off your sentence as Wil pointed it again and it was yet again jammed.

“Do you have friendly fire?” Charlie said as Wil shot the ceiling as the gun went off.

“Oh there we go- oh it’s fucking jammed again!”

“Ok! That’s it! Give me the gun!” You held your hand out to Wil as he held it away from you.

“Not my dick-gun!”

“Wil give me the fucking gun!”

“No frankly I don’t think you should have it since Tommy only trusted me-“

“Yeah well! If you have the gun you’re gonna shoot someone’s eye out so give me the fucking gun.” You said one last time, getting close to his face as his eyes widened and mouth quivered.

“Ok.” He whispered to you as he handed you the gun.

“Thank you-“

“Can I see it?!” Charlie said as as he tried to grab the gun from you.

“Wait, no Charlie-“

“Is that a light?!”

“Charlie watch out!” Wil said as he grabbed the gun and Charlie pulled the trigger, making air pop out of the object and all of you popping back from it.

“Ah! I’m blind in one ear! I mean deaf!”

——

We all followed Wil as he lead us back to the beginning where we started.

“This was pure goofy Looney Tunes trap!”

“That didn’t do us any good-“ you whispered under your breath.

“It was a beautiful creation!” Charlie said to you as you shook your head and patted his back.

“Sure thing bud. Think that.” You said as you followed behind Phil as Wil led the way.

“Oh man-“ Charlie said as you all heard groaning behind you.

“Hang on guys, I got this!” Wil said as he pointed his gun at the shadows as the groaning got closer to reveal Ranboo in all his might.

“Jesus christ-“

“That was a good one!” Charlie said as Phil clutched his chest and told Ran that he was seconds away from being dead.

“It was a funny little prank man! Don’t be so uptight! Grandpa.” Ranboo said as you bursted out laughing and fist bumped them.

“This is where it began! Sporky!” Charlie yelled as he ran to his spork.

Coming up behind Wil, you wrapped your arms around his waist as he flinched and turned to see who was holding onto him, relaxing once he saw you.

“Well hello!” He said with a smile as he wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you closer.

“ hello!” You smiled back, nuzzling back into his warmth. You all followed Charlie to where the utensil lie, circling him.

“I thought I lost you forever! Every utensil, all in one. Together again. Let’s have some fun.” Charlie said as he lifted the object to his lips and kissed it.

“Did he-“

“Did he just kiss it?” Ranboo said, curious of the same thing.

“He kissed it.” Wil confirmed as he went up to Ranboo. “Look, motherfucker. If you had a part spoon, part fork, part knife, you’d be kissing it too.” Wil said as Charlie moved the spork in the air, silently worshipping it.

“I’d be more than kissing it, imma be real.” Ranboo confessed.

“Why don’t you just, eat with it? That’s what it’s for.” You said as they all gasped and Charlie looked at you.

“This, is much more than a thing you use for food. This is a sacred object.”

“Reach nirvana. Reach your element.” Wilbur said as Charlie lifted the spoon up once again.

“Guys!” Tom said as Wilbur acknowledged his presence. “The zombies are coming!”

“No guys, I’ll fend them off.” Charlie said as lifted his spork and the rest of you were sprinting up the stairs and onto the upper land.

“Wait! Get rad.” Tom said as he took Charlie’s glasses off.

“Wait- oh shit! Where did everything go?!” Charlie said as Tom ran off. Wilbur started to shoot at random as Ranboo collected Charlie and helped him up the steps.

“There’s some plants there. It’s plants vs zombies! Hey-“ Ranboo said as continues to help Charlie and defend them both.

“Guys come on, we gotta go!” You yelled as fear settled back into your bones as you looked at the crowd of zombies appearing.

“Hang on this guy might be a stair guy.” Charlie said as the boys all gathered around to look at the zombie who they assumed was a “stair guy.”

“Which ones the stair guy?” You asked Wil as he pointed at the one that started climbing one of the steps.

“Oh that’s two! If he gets to give we’re in trouble!” Wil said as we all backed up.

You all started to walk to the opposite of the pit away from the stairs as many of them started climbing the steps and roaming then land.

“I’m gonna need to go for a scoop! This is a very risky scoop!” Charlie said as he made a scooping motion to the lady that was following us.

You followed Wil as he went to the edge to get rid of some of the zombies, to find the gun jammed yet again.

“Shit! It’s not um-“

“Wil! This can’t happen right now!”

“I’m trying! I’m out of ammo!” Wil said as he started to skip over to the group leaving you to follow him.

“Take the spork and then swing it, okay?” Charlie instructed Tom as you all walked away from the herd that was following you.

“This is so fucked man.” Charlie said as you looked at him and nodded.

“I’ve been saying that the whole time, thank you!” You said as you saw Phil jump from the ledge and trip as he did. “Phil!” Phil swung the club around and hit the girl in the head as he looked back up to us as we all clapped and praised him for his approach.

Wil helped you down yet again, noticing the big drop of the ledge. After placing you on the ground, he held your hand and walked over to the rest of the group.

“What’s he doing?” You asked out in the open as Tom lifted his hand and one of the zombies pretended to choke and die.

“He has the forces apparently!” Ranboo said as he came back over.

“Of course he does.” You said as you shook your head with a smile.

“Guys, I have the force!”

“Are you some fucking side kick?! What?”

“How did you just do that?!” Phil said as you all watched him use it again and again.

As you all asked him questions you heard running coming from behind you and saw Wil. “We have to go! Tom. Come! Come!” Wil said as he ran into the building again, all of you following close behind.

As you went deeper and deeper into the tunnels and building, you noticed Wil getting paler and slower.

“Wil, man hey! Dude are you alright?” Charlie asked for you.

“Yeah I’m fine. No it’s cool! It’s cool. Don’t worry about it.” Wil said as he leant against the wall and rubbed his face. You looked up at him with concern but his smile that he gave you drew the worry out of your body a bit.

As you all continued down the tunnels, making left and rights, going through random rooms, Wil started to limp and fall against the wall. Charlie offered him his shoulder as Wil wrapped his arm around his neck.

“I feel hot. It’s like in my veins!”

“You are hot! You are so hot man.” Charlie said as he continued to carry Wil with him.

“Are they flirting?” You asked Phil as you looked at the the two men ahead of you.

“Who knows.” Phil said as you nodded with him as Charlie and Wil went back and forth about thinking sexy.

“You’re so damp, man!” Charlie said as Wil groaned in pain and apologized.

“This is like a shitty gay unrequited love short film…” you said out loud as Phil started to laugh and Wil started to run.

“I’m gonna be so fucking ripped- OH!” He yelled as zombies appeared in the doorway. “Okay and- down to the right!” Wil said as he crouched down and ran away, the rest of us following.

You and Charlie made sure Wil was staying up right as you roamed and looked through the building for something, anything.

At this point you were pretty sure you were lost.

“The adrenaline is wearing off-“

“You don’t look okay , man!”

“I’m fine!” Wil said in a shaky tone.

“Now you just sound like a white girl-“ you admitted to Wil as he turned to look at you with a smile.

“How?!”

“‘I’m fine! I just have a zombie bite in my arm but it’s ok!’” You said in a high pitch voice as Wil and Charlie bursted out laughing at the imitation.

“Ok that was fucking good!” Charlie said as he fist bumped you.

——

“I can try sucking it out of the wound-“

“That’s not gross at all…” you whispered out as you searched around the room.

“It’s ok, it’s not snake venom. The fucking bear trap!” Wil whined as he held his arm.

“I can try to suck the- suck the bears out.”

All of you paused and looked at Charlie with a confused look. “What?”

“I think I might be feverish too.”

Tom brought it to our attention that zombies were coming both ways, which caused a panic to arise in the group.

“Boys, if we don’t make it out, just know, you’ve been okay!” Wil told us all as I scoffed at his way of being nice.

The conversation were all cut off by a gun going off from down the hall.

“Oh shit, someone’s shooting!”

You all coward away from the noice but your attention was caught on a women that had camo and darker attire on.

“This is an evac! Follow me, this way, right now! Come on, let’s go!” You all stood around confused as the women screamed and was taken down by the zombies. Hiding away from the scene in terror, Wil brought you into his chest and told you that he’d protect you no matter what.

“Get the gun! Get the gun!” Wil yelled out as the gun was facing our way and so close.

“I really thought she knew what she was doing.” Charlie said as he held his hands behind his head. “I’m just gonna- I’m just gonna take this if no one else is gonna need this.”

Charlie grabbed the gun as he went towards the gate hoarded by zombies as Wil told him to say something cool as it makes the gun shoot harder. What ever the fuck that meant.

“Uh uh, CUMZINGA?!” Charlie said as he shot it from between his legs, taking down a good bunch of them. Wil quickly opened the gate as you all started to run down the hall, away from any more zombies.

——

“Put some wood in me, please?” Wil asked as you all went upstairs to see Wil holding a plank of wood.

“Cheating on me already?!” You said jokingly as you clutched your heart in pain as Wil shook his head and carried the wood over to the steps as zombies crept closer.

“I’ll show you my wood, alright.” Charlie said as he started shooting at the zombies again. You shook your head as the jokes got worse and worse as they went.

Blocking the stairs, you all gathered back into the middle as Wil asked if this reminds any of us of squid games.

“Um…. no, because I’d much rather die in this scenario.” You said honestly as you joined Ranboo against the wall.

“This is so dumb-“

“That’s what I’m saying. We’re all going to die….” You told Ran as he looked at you with furrowed brows.

“You’re really on about this death thing.” Ranboo confessed to you as you nodded and looked at him.

“I watch too many shows.”

“Fair enough!”

“Ow! My fucking foot!” You heard Charlie yell as you went over to join Tom and him in whatever they were doing.

“Here Tom, give me the gun.” You said as he placed the weapon in your hand as you pointed it at his other leg “Charlie if you want to make it bearable, you gotta trust me!” You told the man as he looked at you with fearful eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Making it better!” You told him as you show his knee.

“Fuck! That didn’t make it better!”

“He’ll be fine.” You waved it off as you handed the gun back to Tom.

——

After Wil and Charlie spent a good 5 minutes listing off random cheeses they could make and worrying about Charlie, Wil said there was an extraction.

“There’s a way out! There’s hope. There’s hope for us.” Wil said in a soft tone as he looked around at all of us.

“Isn’t an extraction when you get the oil and you put it in the pan?”

“No-“

“Yes! Extra virgin!”

“Ok what is your deal with extra virgin olive oil?!” You asked in a genuine tone as you looked at the man.

“No, isn’t extraction when you have the lufa and you rub it in a clockwise motion on your skin?”

“No that’s- that’s exfoliation!” Ranboo clarified to Charlie as they bounced back and forth trying to figure out what extraction was.

“Guys, shut the fuck up for a second!” Phil harshly yelled at the boys as you silently thanked the older man. “There’s an extraction point. Somewhere. Somewhere there’s an extraction point. Someone came down here, with guns, and ammo, and armour. They are prepped. They are ready, they can help us.” Phil said as you hugged him and thanked him for his wise words.

“So where do we go?”

“Out. Where she came from.”

“What do you mean out?!” Wil asked as you placed your head on the wall from all these stupid questions.

“We have to go back from where she came from!”

“Phil what does her mom have to do with this?” A long pause rested over the group as Phil took in the words Charlie just spoke. “She came from her mom Phil!”

“She came from the tunnels!” That was the last thing you heard before you tuned everything out and placed your body weight against Wil, just wanting to be close to him.

Wil fell against the wall a few seconds later, worry taking over your body.

“You ok man? You good? You doing okay?” Ranboo asked as Wil lifted a fist bump up to him. “Pound it.”

“Can you get my glasses?” Wil asked you as you nodded and reached into his pocket that stored way too much shit in them and pulled out the glasses he barely wears. “Thank you darling.” Wil said as he gave you a peck.

——

As Wilbur pulled Charlie aside, and the rest of the boys were doing their own thing, Phil teaching Tom and Ranboo the ways of his club, you decided to listen in on Wilbur and Charlie’s conversation.

“I need to ask something of you man.”

“Anything for you, man.” Charlie said as you peaked your head around the corner and saw Wil and Charlie sat on the floor as Charlie held him.

“Tell me where are you from? How’d you end up here? What’s your story?” Wil asked as you truly believed they were about to break out into song yet again that night.

“Well, my mother was a humble hot dog maker-“

“Oh Jesus Christ, please no…” you whispered as Wilbur cracked a smile, hearing your not so quiet pleads for Charlie to just stop, hating how that part of the story went for that video.

“She sat there all day and, plugged those pigs into those casings until the sun went down.” Charlie looked directly into the camera, voice brought up to add dramatic effect.

“That actually sounds- why’d you make it sound so gruesome??” You asked as you walked up to them, quickly sliding down on the other side of Wilbur.

“Gotta add some storyline-“

“Know what, fair. I respect it.” You fist bumped Charlie as they continued the bit, Ran and Toms yelling slowly seeping into the recording.

“She slipped those boars up and she sausaged them. And then, she sausaged me, and I was born.” Charlie finished as you looked at him with disgust, yet having the best idea ever.

“So she pooped you out?” You asked as Charlie and Wil both sputtered and laughed, not being able to respond normally to that.

“What the fuck?!” Wil asked as he looked at you.

“Well he said she sausaged him so-“ you said, trying to help them connect the dots you did.

“Oh god, that got me.” Charlie said as he wiped his eyes, making you and while laugh a bit more. “And ever since I was born, I’ve had a call. A calling, a calling to dog. A calling to keep dogging, no matter what. To always be raw dogging it and- and I was a hot dog for a bit. I was like a hot dog mascot and I was selling my hot dogs all across the land. I thought I had that dog in me. But the problem was, I put that dog in them. And those dogs, I think that’s what started all of this.” Charlie ranted about his hot dog past as Wil nuzzled into your neck and whined and groaned to add effect as to what was happening to him.

“You think the hot dogs started it?” Wil asked as he leant back up and looked at Charlie.

“I think the dogs started this.” Charlie said as a dramatic pause took over.

“I got the dog in me. I got the dog in me, I got the dog in me-“ you started lightly singing as Wil and Charlie slowly started to join in.

——

“Sorry dogs?”

“Yeah, sorry dogs. There was a like a little , a little dog, it was like in a little hot dog bun-“

“Oh yeah! I remember that! Good dogs, tasted a little funny, but good. Handsome chef as well-“ you said as Wil smiled in your neck briefly and kissed it lightly.

“Dog, Charlie. Have you ever had a really good spaghetti bolognese with meatballs?” Wil asked as you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“What the fuck is that?!”

“No?” You and Charlie said at the same time as you both looked at him with confusion. “I only eat hot dogs.”

“Can I describe, a really good-“

“Lay down, lay down.” Charlie quickly placed Wil against the wall as you went back with him, placing your hand in his hair and gently rubbed as he painted slightly and held his arm. “Is this your favorite food?” Charlie asked as Wil nodded and leant against your shoulder. “Here, tell us about it, ok? Tell us about your favorite food.”

“There was- so- there’s a word they use in a little country you may have heard of called Rome.”

“The word spaghetti?”

“Al dente-“ once the word came out of his mouth, you started laughing, thinking the way he said it and the context of the situation made the word better than it was.

“I’m sorry, proceed-“

“Of the tooth. Now what you do is you cook the spaghetti, until it’s just cooked through enough. That’s is Al dente. You mix in some tomatoes, some onions-“ you and Charlie made some comments and noises at the food being mentioned, all of you being hungry and Wil talking about food not making it better.

“Crunch. Crunch.”

“Yeah! Caramelized is the best.”

“Oh damn…”

“Oh god!” Both you and Charlie made comments of praise at the mention of good food.

“Throw on some meatballs. Some purée. Mix it all together… you don’t know what i- I’d kill for some hot dogs and ketchup and bolognese. Bolognese spaghetti, hot dogs-“

“No hot dogs, just think of the bolognese, ok?” Charlie told Wil as he started to writhe underneath your arm.

“Hot dogs do sound kinda good tho-“ you whispered under your breathe, the mic picking it up slightly.

“Are you feeling a radiating in your face?”

“No not even close-“

“Just you babe.” You patted his shoulder as he curled up more against you.

“I’m feeling it’s like up through my my nodes.”

“You’re what?!” You said while laughing.

——

“I want you to close your eyes, and I want you to picture that bolognese, ok?”

“Or me, but either works!” You whispered in his ear as he leant back and closed his eyes with a hint of a smile forming, taking your hand in his and squeezing.

“Did you go to the bolognese?”

“I’m there, I’m there.”

“You’re at the bolognese. Now I want you to take a bite on three, ok?” Charlie said as he brought his hands up to Wilbur’s head, one on his chin and one on the top of his head.

“Wait, Charlie-“ you tried to intervene but it didn’t work. Wil opened his mouth as Charlie said the words again. “Charlie don’t.” Your voice turned desperate as you made eye contact with him, which he gave you a determined look back.

“On three, ok. Ok, one… two…”

“Charlie-“

Charlie took more than a few seconds to breathe as Wil held his mouth open. You were waiting for something to happen, but it never came until-

“ three!” Charlie turned Wilbur’s neck as he fell against you, head in your chest as you looked down at him in terror and disbelief.

“No. No no no! Charlie what the fuck did you do?! Wil? Wil wake up.. please!” You said, tears making their way into your eye line as the camera died off.

“Damn that was good!” Charlie said giving you a fist bump as Wil sat up slightly.

“Thanks! Drama club helped!” You said as you wiped your eyes from any tears.

Wil looked up at you and cupped your face as he pulled you down, gently bringing you into a soft kiss full of love, happiness and smiles. “Good job, darling. Made me believe I might actually be dead.” He whispered to you as he caressed your cheek.

“Thank you, my love. But if you were actually dead I would’ve gone full on psycho and probably murder Charlie.” You joked as you looked up at him with a smile as he quickly rubbed the back of his neck and said something about leaving, making Wil laugh more.

——

After all the boys argued about feeding him to the zombies, overall deciding to even after you yelled at all of them that they’d leave him here to rest as you rubbed his head and held him, still keeping up the distant and revengeful persona.

As they carried him out of your arms and down the hall to groaning people, you held the gun in your hands Wil had and followed silently, not wanting to be apart of this dreadful experience, seeing your boyfriend get swarmed with half dead people.

“Fucking cruel.” You whispered to yourself as Wil watched with you, shaking his head.

“It’s ok, we’ll get out of here, alright?” Phil said as you nodded and left with the rest of them .

Running down halls and tunnels, all trying to find the extraction point, Charlie cried about turning Wil to pasta.

“Should’ve fucking listen to me before turning my boyfriend into mush yeah?!” You yelled at them, still feeling a little upset they decided to feed him to the herd.

As you guys came across steps, Charlie pointed out a sign that clearly said “way out.”

“Well if it’s the way out, get going!” You yelled as you hurriedly pushed past and ran up the steps. Coming out the doors to the night sky and crisp air, you all looked around as you laughed and spun around, letting the fresh air and earth take you in its wake.

“I smell survival that way.” Tom said as he pointed to the right.

“I smell goo.”

You shook your head as you all followed Tommy once the zombies started coming back. As you all got to the gate, all of you realized it was locked. Well, most of you.

“Here, Tom.” You pointed to a little lock that he turned and opened the gate as you all ran, Charlie staying clung to the metal bars, shaking and yelling to let him out. “Charlie here! Come on!”

“Charlie!” You all yelled out for the man but realized it was too late once the herd reached him and took him in their grasp.

“Charlie’s gone down. So will I- actually no I’m scared, I’m scared.”

“Pussy.” You said to him as you all stood there waiting for something to happen.

“Hey! Actually I’m very much a strong-“

“Car! Go to the car!” Ranboo yelled as you all started running again. As you all started to slow down and look for the car, Phil decided it was his turn to stay back and help defend us.

“You have to go-“

“Phil, no!” All of you yelled out as Phil started to get attacked by some zombies, you pulling both of them away, already knowing his fate.

“Come on! There’s no time! He already chose!” You yelled as you all ran a bit more you all saw a car sitting there, on and ready to go.

You all hoped in, sitting across the back seats as you all slumped and rested as you told the driver where to go.

“We’re safe, I think we’re ok!” Ranboo said as you leant against Tom in relief. All of you being able to breathe for once after hours in end of agony and pain.

Hearing groaning, both you and Tom’s eyes popped wide as you both looked back to see a sickly looking Wilbur.

“Tom?” Ranboo asked worriedly as Wilbur just sat there for a minute before launching at you and Tom, both of you screaming as Wil toppled on top of you both.

Screams turned into laughter as Wil’s hands gently dug into the sides of your and Tom’s side, tickling you both briefly as he retracted back into the trunk.

“Was I scary?” Wil asked as he smiled at you three.

“Hmm… no but you do look really pretty.” You smiled at him as the car stopped and you all got out.

Going to the back you opened the trunk and let Wil out as he sat on the edge of the car, letting you stand between his legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hand resting on your hips.

“Am I always pretty and handsome to you? Even when I’m trying to be scary or cringey or-“

You cut him off with a short kiss as you smiled down at him.

“Yes. Always. Now let’s get this stuff off of you, it looks itchy.”

“Oh it is!”

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correctthroam · 5 months

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I read THROAM for the first time in ~5 years. Here's what I have to say.

Volume I: There was so many characters I forgot about when going into the fic. Pete, Jac, Spencers family. I cant believe I forgot them. Pete will always be a fave because everyone hates him and it makes me laugh. The first volume was always my 2nd favorite, I think it still is. overall, the storyline isn't complicated and I like that. Ryan is such an asshole so I dont feel bad for him one bit in any of the fic. Also, I used to say that the bus crash was Brendons fault (I was 13, okay?) But Ryan was just an unstable motherfucker who truly should not be trusted to drive a vehicle of any kind.

Volume II: holy shit. I hate volume two. Not saying the writing is bad but Jesus Christ, Ryan is an asshole. bro literally stalked Brendon after he ran into him at that party like what? I had messaged a friend after finishing volume 2, saying "I'm a really nice person I never wanna make people feel sad, let alone make a whole fictional story about someone being severely depressed and unstable whilst chasing a boy then fucking his bf at the end???" and I think that perfectly sums up how I feel (and always felt) about volume two. other than the fact that I used to say that it was Brendons fault. (I was 13. THIRTEEN) it wasn't his fault. Some parts were, yeah, but it's hard to pinpoint everything that happened on one person. at the end of the day, its a good story I just Hate it (does that make sense) I love it but I hate it? it remains my least favorite purely for the pain it put me through.

Volume III: I love this volume. I always have. Sisky is amazing, we all love Sisky. I will say the iconic song/album references/jokes made me cringe a bit, though. Im not exactly sure what about this fic I always liked so much, I guess you can really see Ryans character growth and finally not be as much as a miserable fuck (he's still unstable dw) Since Ryan is less insufferable, it makes the volume more enjoyable. I like that Spencer and Ryan became friends again, I think it makes the book more enjoyable and tbh I think Spencer rly tied vol 3 together, if he wasn't part of it it would lowk suck. overall, best volume cant wait to host the throam tour where we go to hotel Chelsea then machias.

final thoughts: if I thought throam was 100% good when I was 13, Id say now that I think throam is about 85% good now. (does that make sense pt 2) this fic has sent me back into being 13 and I have been blasting some pretty. odd. (im listening to it rn as im typing this) and listening to this album just makes my life feel more simple. still a solid fic, I think it would be an amazing published book. and I think we can all agree that it would be amazing to see THROAM movies (in our dreams)

Thanks for reading lol

#brendon urie #ryden #the heart rate of a mouse #throam #ryan ross #panic! at the disco #p!atd #patd #pretty. odd.#spencer smith #jon walker

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little-diable · 1 year

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Tides of Drowned Affections - Prof!Tom Holland

Since it was such a close tie between prof!Tom and fake dating I decided to just combine both options. I simply had to use this very picture of Tom – like, Jesus Christ. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has never been close with her family, but when she's ordered to come home for her sister's wedding, (y/n) is in need of a helping hand. Or: When a panic attack is the reason Professor Holland takes on the role of the reader's boyfriend.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), panic attacks, the reader's family is awful, lots of fluff, fake dating to real lovers, profxstudent relationship (6k words)

Pairing: Professor!Tom Holland x TA!fem!reader

Panic. An emotion so blinding, one couldn’t help but feel like they’ve lost their grip on their surroundings, arms not strong enough to keep on guiding them through the rough waves of an ocean so dark even creatures of the night feared the thick blanket they’d end up in. A sensation so strong one's body couldn’t help but let go of whatever forced them to keep on moving, giving up with their heart racing, their lungs aching, and their limbs quivering. A word so simple, yet filled with letters that needed too much time to roll off one’s tongue.

(Y/n) was all too used to this very sensation, body quickly adapting to the waves of panic that would roll upon her, drowning her before she could snap into motion, finding a calm and quiet place to hide. Ever since she had been a young girl, (y/n) had struggled with the sudden attacks her mind pushed her into, forced to endure the physical and mental pain, and now, years after her first ever panic attack, she still hadn’t picked up on her triggers, wondering what set the attacks off.

“Mom forced me to invite you, so I expect you to turn up.” Her sister’s voice rang through the speakers of (y/n)’s phone, words she no longer picked up on, eyes struggling to stay open, breaths shallow and uneven. With her trembling legs guiding her through the hallways of the building she knew better than her childhood home, (y/n) trusted her body to find shelter in a quiet place. “(Y/n)! Don’t tell me you’re panicking again.”

Before her mind could even begin to form a reply, her thumb had ended the call, cutting off her ranting sister. Tears welled up in her eyes, momentarily making it harder for her to see, pushing past students that didn’t spare the young woman any attention, though scoffing at her whenever she collided with their shoulders or bags.

The familiar building had always felt like home to her, the warm atmosphere lingering in the air, cosying her along, stroking her limbs like an invisible hug, but today the white hallways had nothing calm and quiet to them, making her feel trapped, uneasy, and confused. Her feet came to a sudden halt in front of the office she had been in numerous times before, finding her way to this room every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday morning and afternoon, holding onto the essays she was supposed to grade, the prints she was supposed to hand out.

With trembling fingers (y/n) tried to unlock the door, miserably failing as the first of many tears to come rolled down her warm cheek. A silent “Fuck” left her lips, skin graced by the marks of her teeth, desperately trying to keep her cries bottled in. She was too focused on the cold key her fingers kept clinging to as if it was her lifeline, to notice the approaching figure. Her breath hitched in her chest as a warm hand gently pushed hers away, grasping the key to unlock the office.

No words were spoken as she was pushed into the room, all too gently. Before (y/n) could even try to blink away her tears, two hands cupped her cheeks, forcing her eyes to get lost in the dark ones staring at her, rich of a colour so brown one couldn’t help but think of autumn evenings, clinging to the smell of coffee, to the warmth that would spread through their system.

“Deep breaths, love. You can do it.” Professor Holland’s voice rang in her ears, forcing (y/n) to breathe with him. It wasn’t the first time the young professor guided her through one of her attacks, wasn’t the first time he had stumbled upon her in a state like this. “That’s it, you’re doing so well. C’mon, let's sit down.”

With one hand placed on the small of her back, Professor Holland guided her towards the black couch, helping her sit down before he let go of her. Deep breaths were inhaled into her lungs as if she was about to take a dive, preparing her body for the upcoming moments. She watched him fill a glass with water, pushing it into her hand before he finally sat down next to her. Professor Holland’s hand kept stroking her back, drawing shapes onto the fabric of her shirt, not daring to speak up just yet.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/n) cringed at the croaky sound of her voice, eyes directed onto the wooden flooring of his office, counting the spots and marks she could find. His hand didn’t stop moving, eyes searching her features for a few seconds before he broke the silence that had followed her words.

“Nothing to apologise for, love. I’m glad I found you, I don't want you going through this alone.” A smile began to widen on her lips, finally able to look at the professor, taking in the handsome face she’d see in her dreams, living a life where they weren’t forced to stick to the hierarchy they were forced to live with. “Want to tell me what set it off this time?”

“T’was my sister, she’s about to get married.” Professor Holland didn’t know much about (y/n)’s family life, yet he had gathered enough information over the past months to understand that she wasn’t close with her family, an outsider those she had grown up with had never accepted. “I won’t survive this, I don’t even know why they want me to come, it’s not like I’ve been invited to other gatherings.”

His heart clenched in his chest, feeling the pain that dripped from her words, a pain (y/n) was all too used to yet had never managed to get rid of. It had taken her years to accept her fucked up home life, wondering why she had ended up in this very mess, forced away from home, from the parents that have never given her any of their love, from the sister that has always taunted her. As a young girl (y/n) had found herself growing jealous of her friends and the relationship they had with their parents, a blinding pain that had grown rather dull over the past years.

“You don’t have to go there, don’t force yourself to go through this.” His calm voice managed to rip her out of the ocean of sadness she was swimming through before another wave could drown her, eyes snapping up to meet his. (Y/n) slowly nodded her head, trying to think through the choices she had, and yet she knew that she’d go home either way, a desperate try to find her way back into the family home she hadn’t stepped foot in in years.

“Is it wrong of me that I kind of want to go back? I don’t know why, but it feels like I have no choice here.” His hand stopped moving, forced away from her back into his lap, but his eyes never strayed from her features, from the trails her salty tears had left behind on her cheeks.

“You do have a choice, (y/n). But if you really want to go there, I would be happy to accompany you.” She choked on her breaths, wondering if her mind was playing a trick on her. He intensely studied her, waiting for his TA to speak up, and yet she couldn’t. (Y/n) stumbled over her words, not expecting the young professor to offer her a chance like this.

The two of them had never spent any time outside of his office and classroom together, a strictly professional relationship that had somehow turned into a friendship throughout the past months. He had been right there for her whenever she needed him, helping her through her attacks, helping her with questions about other courses, a guiding hand she was clinging to, scared to ever let go.

“No, I wouldn’t want you to endure this, I’ll manage. But thank you.” A tight smile was shot his way before her eyes broke contact, focusing on her bag and the essays she still had left to grade. She reached for the stack of papers, hands wiping her cheeks clean in order to distract her racing thoughts, not daring to focus on the offer he had spoken moments ago.

“Give yourself some time to think about it, my offer still stands.”

……

With her eyes focused on the screen of her laptop, (y/n) found herself rereading the email she had received last night. Her sister’s wedding invite, emailed to her, while the others had probably received a letter, once again proving to (y/n) that her sister didn’t even know where she lived, where her life had guided her to.

Professor Holland’s voice kept ringing in her ears, weighing her options, trying to paint a picture of the upcoming weeks. How would she even explain to her family that he was her professor, the man she was working for? How would she explain to those that wanted to see her fail that she was still single, preferring to focus on her studies rather on men that would eventually break her heart?

Her fingers itched, wanting to reach for her phone, wanting to call him, to take him up on his offer. And as (y/n) reread the simple “I expect you to turn up” her sister had added to the email, she finally gave in. It took the professor a few rings to pick up the phone, speaking her name all too brightly.

“I, uhm, do you still want to go to the wedding with me?” A chuckle left the man, forcing her lips to give into the smile wanting to widen.

“Of course I do. It’s next weekend, right? Email me the information you have and we'll figure it out together.”

……

“Thank you, professor.” He had taken her bag from her, stuffing it into his boot before he opened the passenger door for her. Both were about to leave their city, driving through the country to make their way to (y/n)’s childhood home, to the family she didn’t want to see, to old memories she had buried six feet under as if the old (y/n) had been killed by her own hands.

“I think we can switch to first names now, Tom’s just fine, love.” Heat filled her body, a warmth so unfamiliar her heart couldn’t help but skip a few beats. She whispered his name as Tom rounded the car, checking his phone one last time before he started his car. It would take them a few hours to make it to their destination, forced to spend time together with no way out, allowing the two to learn more about one another.

“Tell me about your family, what should I know about them?” Her eyes were focused on the road ahead, on the passing by buildings, and the unfamiliar faces she’d never seen again. An all too familiar nervousness began to spread through her system, making her tense in the comfortable leather seat of his SUV.

“There’s not much to know, I don’t even know the man my sister’s marrying. I last saw them when I left home to study. But I think my parents will like you, they are quite good at faking our relationship when others are around.” His hand found her knee before (y/n) could even begin to understand what he was doing, eyes finding the slender fingers of his. Tom squeezed her knee, silently encouraging her to keep on talking, promising her that he was right there, that he wouldn’t let go. “I don’t know how to explain to them why you’re coming with me, but I doubt they’ll start a conversation with me.”

(Y/n) watched his eyebrows furrow, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, pondering over his words for a few moments before he spoke up. His hand didn’t dare move away from her knee, breaking every law and rule the two were supposed to stick to, breaking the professional barrier they’ve built over the past months.

“We can always tell them that I’m your partner, they don’t have to know anything else. If you’re comfortable with that of course.” Tom tried to pull his hand away, seemingly picking up on the unprofessionalism of his gestures, suddenly panicking deep inside. (Y/n)’s hand darted out to find his, placed on top of his warm fingers, slowly interlacing hers with his.

“I’d like that, thank you, Tom.”

……

“Welcome, come on in.” (Y/n) had a hard time focusing on her mother’s piercing eyes, filled with a bleakness so familiar, she felt herself being hauled back in time, stuck in the body of her younger self. Her body screamed at her to hide, to duck her head – a desperate try to escape her mother’s wrath. But the hand Tom had placed on her waist gave (y/n) enough reassurance, faking a smile. “You didn’t tell us you’re bringing someone, (y/n).”

(Y/n) had to bite down the “We haven’t spoken since last year” that threatened to leave her, only murmuring a small “Sorry”.

“It’s good to meet you, I’m Tom, (y/n)’s boyfriend.” Her mother seemingly froze, eyes flickering between the two of them before she slowly took the hand Tom had stretched out for her to shake. Before either one of them could speak up, (y/n)’s sister appeared, eyes wandering up and down (y/n)’s frame, unable to bite down the annoyance flushing through her system.

“If we had known you’re bringing a date we would have prepared a bigger room for you, but I’m sure the guest cabin will do just fine.” (Y/n)’s mind got stuck on the first part of her sister’s sentence, unable to stop herself from asking the question rolling off her tongue.

“What happened to my room?” Her mother’s and sister’s laugh echoed through the entrance hall of their mansion, eyes finding one another’s features. Tom tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer with a sigh leaving him, already fed up with the way (y/n) was being treated.

“Oh please, (y/n). You’re never home, you didn’t expect us to leave it for you to return, did you?” No reply left (y/n), struggling to breathe through the sadness that once again found its way back to her, the only emotion she could clearly identify, stuck in an overwhelming mess of different sensations. “Anyways, you remember the way to the guest cabin? We will eat dinner at six.”

With a nod shot their way, (y/n) started moving, pushing past the mother-daughter-duo with Tom hot on her heels. No words were spoken as she guided him through the mansion, finally finding their way outside. She had her eyes focused on the small cabin that had been built on the other end of the big garden years ago, following the stone path.

“Are you okay?” Tom broke the silence the second the door to the cabin fell shut, allowing the two to finally breathe. He pulled her into his chest the second he noticed the way her shoulders were slumped, heavy breaths leaving her aching lungs. (Y/n) couldn’t help but deeply inhale his scent, the mixture of cologne and tea she loved all too much, a scent that managed to still her racing heart.

“I’m sorry about them.” She murmured her words against the fabric of his shirt, eyes fluttering close once again as Tom’s hand found the back of her head, cradling her even closer.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s not your fault they are treating you like this. We’ll have our fun, I promise.”

……

Her eyes couldn’t find something to focus on, wandering through the room that had nothing familiar to it. She was surrounded by a few familiar though mainly unfamiliar faces, people that were getting lost in conversations with one another. (Y/n) was sitting next to Tom, vis-à-vis her father and mother. Years ago their dining room had been (y/n)’s favourite place in the big mansion, a room filled with quietness for most parts of the day, allowing the girl to eat her meals on her own, while the others stuck to a routine different to hers.

“So, Tom, what do you do?” Her father’s gruff voice ripped (y/n) out of her trance, eyes flickering back to the features of her father. The man had clearly aged, and yet (y/n) had never seen much of him to tell what had changed about him, besides the now grey hairs of his.

“I’m a professor, I teach and do research at the university (y/n) works at.” Tom’s voice had an all too friendly undertone to it, a sound (y/n) was all too used to. She had always admired the kindness he exuded, the way he took his time to explain subjects to those that clearly struggled, and yet he always made his students feel important, giving them enough reasons to do well on their homework, on his difficult exams.

“I assume you’re not working in the same department as (y/n)? We wouldn’t want people to think our daughter is sleeping around for good grades and a well paid salary.” Tom choked on the sip of wine he had just forced down his throat, eyes changing to an even darker tone, filled with anger, disgust, and confusion. While (y/n) was used to her parents' demotions, Tom clearly struggled to accept the way they were talking to her.

“Your daughter is one of the brightest and most hard working students in the faculty, it’s a shame you don’t seem to pick up on it.” His eyes didn’t dare leave her parents' surprised features. “It’s been a long day, I think we need some rest, don’t we, love?” Tom rose from his seat before (y/n) could reply, taking his outstretched hand to follow him out of the dining hall without looking back once. Her heart was racing, pumping hot blood through her veins, forcing her to tremble. Not once had somebody dared to defend her in front of her parents, not once had somebody stood up for her, a new sensation she’d probably never get used to.

The two came to a halt in the garden, engulfed by the orange and pink colours of the setting sun, leaving a mesmerising shadow on their features, nature’s finest spectacle even those fighting for ancient cities had been fortunate enough to admire. Tom cupped her cheek, forcing (y/n) to look at him, “Don’t let their words get to you, I meant every word I said. And deep down you know they are true, right?”

Her throat felt tight, unable to speak up, only able to slowly nod her head. The pull inside her chest grew stronger, moving even closer towards Tom, closing the small gap between them. She was searching his closeness like Hades had searched for Persephone, making flowers bloom in springtime, rebirthing their love every month they got to spend together. A tragic fate only Orpheus and Eurydice could understand, the ancient couple lost in the depth of the Underworld.

Before (y/n) could pick up on the small movements, Tom had dipped his head down, lips ghosting over hers, not closing the gap just yet. No longer was (y/n) able to breathe, stuck in the nervousness that had taken her body and soul hostage, begging the man to finally give in. The sound of Tom’s ringing phone ripped the two out of their trance, eyes wide as they broke contact, chasing the distance that left their hearts aching. And while Tom picked up the call with annoyance filling his every word, (y/n) found shelter in the cabin, finding rest on the bed they’d share for the upcoming night.

……

“Good morning.” Tom’s raspy voice left (y/n) smiling, eyes fluttering open to find his. He was standing at the foot of their shared bed, upper body bare, curls held back by a thin hairband. With two cups of coffee in his hands, he rounded the bed, gently setting her cup down. “It’s almost nine, thought you’d like to have enough time to get ready.”

“Thank you, when did you wake up?” Her eyes couldn’t help but wander, taking in his chiselled figure, the abs that tensed whenever he moved, the back muscles that flexed as he turned away from her, reaching for his phone.

“About two hours ago, I went for a run. It’s a beautiful area around here.” A hum left (y/n), taking a sip of the warm beverage before her eyes fluttered close once again. Today was the day of the wedding, forcing her and Tom to put on their best act, trying to bite back any comments that threatened to leave them. She felt his eyes on her, studying her for a few moments before he moved towards the bed, sitting down next to her. (Y/n) tried to keep her eyes shut, relishing in the calmness they were engulfed by, the quietness that would break any moment now.

Tom’s hand found her shoulder, pulling her into his chest, careful not to spill her coffee. His warmth forced goosebumps to rise on her arms, making her tremble in his grasp, and yet she didn’t dare flee from their shared body contact. It had taken her a while to fall asleep yesterday evening, mind not daring to let go of the moment that had been interrupted by Tom’s ringing phone, the kiss that had been broken apart before it could happen. Even as Tom had found his way to bed, minutes after (y/n), her heart hadn’t been able to stop racing, pumping blood through her body, hot blood that made her tense.

“I don’t want to get up.” Her words left Tom chuckling, hand stroking her head in a calming matter, not daring to break her out of her state just yet. “But I also know we can’t miss breakfast.”

“Grab a shower, take your time, and then we’ll get some food.” With a huff rumbling through her, (y/n) slowly rose from her position, setting her cup down before she stretched. Tom’s eyes didn’t leave her frame once, following her around like a shadow sewn to her boots, appearing the second the sun managed to break through the thick blanket of clouds. She found pride in the way Tom looked at her, momentarily letting go of the roles they had to take on back home, of the job she had to fulfil.

With the hot water cascading down her back, (y/n) allowed her mind to wander, her thoughts to race, painting a picture so clear it felt like she was reliving a memory. (Y/n) could almost feel Tom’s lips pressed against hers, could imagine how he’d touch her, hands running up and down her sides, slowly disappearing underneath the fabric of her shirt. Fuck, it’d be so simple, and yet so wrong.

Heat began to thump through her veins, forcing its way down between her thighs, making her body burn with pleasure. Her hands wanted to move down to her aching core, desperate to get rid of the need she found herself guided by, wanting to feel Tom pressed against her. But her mind managed to rip her out of her body’s call before she could touch herself, forcing her to step out of the shower, very well aware of the fact that today’d be stressful, not allowing her to rest.

“I hope the day will pass soon.” (Y/n) murmured the words as they walked towards her parents mansion, picking up on the sound of chatter filling the air, mansion once again filled with friends, family members, and colleagues that paid the young couple no attention. Tom didn’t dare leave her side, hand holding hers, making her heart jump in her chest whenever his thumb began to stroke the skin of her hand. Those were the moments that left her forgetting that this was just a charade, a fake relationship she’d leave behind tomorrow afternoon, forced to return back to their normal lives. A game she was losing, giving into the call of her heart, rather than following the warnings her mind spoke.

(Y/n)’s eyes couldn’t help but wander through the crowd, studying her parents, her sister, and the man she was marrying today. They seemed to fit in perfectly, giving off the feeling of a perfect match of two happy parents and their only child, with (y/n) long forgotten. She tried to ignore the sadness simmering inside of her, tried to let go of the longing she felt, wanting to be included in the routine they have mastered over the years.

“Hey,” Tom murmured the word, fingers finding her chin to force her face back towards him. Their eyes met, his glistening with anticipation, hers filled with tears, tears Tom desperately wanted to get rid of. His eyes flickered down to her lips before they found their way back towards her eyes. “They’re not worth it. You don’t need their love, not when they can’t appreciate the love you want to share.”

And then he kissed her. Just a peck. Lips meeting hers for a way too short second. A touch (y/n)’s mind would never forget, clinging to the memory that was now etched into her mind. With a smile tugging on his lips, Tom turned away from her, focusing on his plate, a moment (y/n) mimicked, with her teeth buried in her grinning lowere lip and her tears long forgotten.

……

“There you are, I was looking for you.” Tom sat down next to (y/n), finding rest on the comfortable wooden bench placed away from the tables filled with guests. Soft music echoed through the air, somewhat managing to drown out (y/n)’s darker thoughts. She had her eyes focused on the sky, filled with stars, planets her eyes couldn’t make out.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.” Throughout the day Tom and (y/n) had tried to make conversations with the guests sitting close to them, a few friendly faces that asked questions, that showed interest in their connections to the family. Tom had been engrossed in a conversation with another professor, sharing stories of students, of their research, allowing (y/n) to disappear before anybody noticed her leaving.

“You wouldn’t have interrupted anything, you doing okay though? It’s been a long day.” It had been a long day indeed, filled with running from one place to another, while trying to avoid those neither (y/n) nor Tom wanted to share any words with. Nevertheless, the wedding had been beautiful, hours Tom had used to hold her close, fingers fumbling with hers, eyes taking in every inch of her gorgeous features. And yet, (y/n) wasn’t tired, wasn’t exhausted enough to search for the comfort of their shared bed.

“Mhm, thank you for coming here with me.” Their eyes met, sharing a gaze so intense Tom struggled to reply. Ever since he had kissed her this very morning, both hadn’t been able to think of anything else, the short contact both wanted to chase again, needing to close the gap. Her heart called out to his, desperately hoping that he’d give in.

Tom’s body seemed to pick up on her desperateness, slowly dipping his head down, giving her a few more moments to pull away before he closed the gap between them. The kiss was slow, at least at first, allowing the two to get used to the contact, eyes closed to purely focus on one another. Tom’s hands pulled her into his lap, needing to feel every part of her body pressed against his, hearts pounding as the kiss grew more heated.

“I,” the syllable rolled off Tom’s tongue, forehead pressed against hers as both tried to catch their breath.

“Don’t say we can’t do this, please.” Her words left him smiling, slowly shaking his head before he kissed her again, and again. (Y/n)’s fingers tugged on his curls, holding onto him as she ground her middle against his, feeling his hardening cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers. Both were panting, clearly riled up, guided by the passion that kept thumping through their veins.

“Let’s move this inside, huh?” Tom’s eyes flickered back to the crowd of guests, dancing to the slow music, enjoying meals and drinks on the other side of the garden. His hand didn’t dare let go of hers as they made their way to their shared cabin, cherishing the quietness that lingered in the wooden home. Their lips found their way back together, hands tugging on their clothes, desperate to touch one another.

“Fuck, we really shouldn’t do this.” Her heart skipped a few beats, wondering if he’d pull away, if he’d stop touching her, but all Tom did was stare at (y/n), getting lost in her dilated pupils. “But I’ve been fucked the second I met you, I’m too selfish to stop.”

Her chuckles were drowned out by the gasp ripping through her, body colliding with the mattress of their shared bed. Tom nestled between her thighs, fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress before he managed to pull the fabric off her body. His wide eyes wandered up and down her frame, giving (y/n) enough time to unbutton his shirt, exposing his upper body to her eyes, the abs she had wanted to touch since this very morning.

“Touch me, please, Tom. Let me feel you.” With a growl leaving him, Tom worked on her bra, fabric finding its way to the ground. He undid his trousers before he joined her on the bed, hovering over her, cock pressing against the fabric of his underwear, desperate to be freed. Tom’s thin lips kissed their way down her body, hands cupping her breasts, enjoying how her body reacted to his every touch.

“Need to taste you, fuck, been thinking of doing it for too long.” He sucked marks into the skin covering her hip bones before he tugged her panties down her legs, marvelling at the sight of her cunt, of her arousal covered folds. “All for me? Look at you, so desperate for me.”

“Just for you.” (Y/n)’s whispers left his heart racing, eyes fluttering close as he brushed his tongue through her slit, collecting drops of her arousal. (Y/n)’s hands couldn’t help but tug on his locks, trying to push him even closer to her cunt, needing to feel more. His thumb circled her bundle of nerves, wanting to see and feel her tremble beneath him, a pretaste of their upcoming moments together.

Their bodies worked perfectly together, searching their closeness like drowning soldiers clinging onto the last pieces of their destroyed rafts, begging to the gods above to rescue them. But there was nothing left to rescue, the waves had already swallowed them whole, filling their aching lungs with the pleasure that was now guiding them.

“Your fingers, please.” (Y/n) mewled her words, back arched off the bed, legs trembling against his arms. Tom’s eyes flickered up to her pleasure drunken features, unable to bite down his smirk as he pushed two fingers into her cunt, forcing her walls apart, allowing a heavy moan to roll off her tongue. Her breaths grew shallow, unable to breathe through the new sensation, needing to adjust to the feeling of his curled fingers, of the way he pushed her further and further towards the edge.

The eventual fall would rip her from this very life, transported into another dimension she was still unfamiliar to, getting to know her body and the feelings she wasn’t used to yet.

“I want you to cum around my cock, but I won’t push you any further if you don’t want to.” His voice had an unfamiliar seriousness to it, making her lift her head off the pillow, eyes finding his. A simple “I want it all” left (y/n), leaving Tom chuckling, letting go of her to pull his boxers down his legs. His cock was throbbing, tip dark red and beaded with drops of precum.

(Y/n)’s eyes couldn’t stop taking in his frame, mouth watering at the sight of him, needing to explore every inch of the body she had been dreaming of. While she was stuck in her trance, Tom reached for his bag, rolling a condom down his cock before he rejoined her on the bed. One of his hands found hers, linking their fingers together before he positioned himself at her entrance. Their eyes didn’t dare break contact as he pushed into her, moaning at the tightness that engulfed his cock, walls squeezing him just like he had imagined they would.

“Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you on every surface, to fuck you dumb, till you forget your own name.” His words left her gasping, mind struggling to focus on anything but the way he fucked into her, slow strokes that grew rougher with every passing moment. Tom wasn’t taking it easy on her, pushing the limits with a smirk glued to his lips. Both had imagined this moment numerous times before, hands taking care of their longing, wondering if they’d ever be fortunate enough to experience this together.

With her legs slung around his waist, (y/n) forced her heels into the small of his back, allowing Tom to fuck deeper into her, needing to feel her tremble. Tears welled up in her eyes, tears of desperation, tears of relief, finally able to give into the longing she had felt for months. With her toes curled and her eyes rolling back into her head, (y/n) was close to giving in, close to letting go, praying that Tom would follow her down the edge.

Tom’s eyes didn’t stray from her features, admiring the gorgeous woman beneath him, thanking whoever was listening for pushing her into his life. He felt her walls flutter around him, forcing his thumb to find its way back to her pulsing bundle, circling her clit to give her the final push.

(Y/n) came with a cry of his name, fingernails clawed into his skin, leaving marks he would admire in his bathroom mirror for days to come. He fucked her through her high, only letting go as he felt her relax, limbs quivering against his body. Curses rolled off his tongue, ringing in her ears, too loud to be drowned out by the soft music that still filled the air.

Carefully Tom pulled out of her, disposing of the condom before he found his way back to her, pulling (y/n) into his chest. The both were heavily breathing, minds racing to try and understand what had just happened. Silence engulfed the two, a silence that was eventually interrupted by (y/n)’s chuckles, head buried in the crook of his neck.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” His laughter rumbled in his chest, hand forcing her to lift her head, pressing another kiss to her lips. Their eyes studied one another, hoping that the moment would last forever, not interrupted by her family, by the call of their homes.

“It’ll take us a while to figure this out, but I’m willing to try, if you are as well.” She could only nod her head, finding rest with her head placed on his chest, getting lost in the tune of his racing heart.

Their ships had left the harbour months ago, sunken to the cold ocean, their crews had drowned in waves of pleasure, filling their lungs like poison swallowing one whole. But the soaring waves would eventually calm down, allowing them to make it back ashore, guided by the tides of drowned affection.

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