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the unexpected date ~ eddie munson;stranger things

word count: 3690

request?: no

description: when the biggest jackass in school asks her on a date, her best friend finds himself saying things he doesn't mean out of jealousy

pairing: eddie munson x best friend!female!reader

warnings: swearing, angst, use of y/n, eddie is jealous, jason sucks ass

masterlist (one, two, three)

"You look like you're about to explode, sweetheart," Eddie noted as his best friend scurried into class seconds before the final bell rang. "What's got you so happy? And so late?"

She gave him a playful glare. "I'm not late. The bell rang after I sat down."

"You're late for your own standards. You didn't even meet me at my locker."

(Y/N) shrugged and opened her notebook. Eddie noted that she was ignoring his first question. (Y/N) always told him everything, and vice versa. They had been best friends for so long. They never kept secrets from each other. He couldn't imagine something exciting that she'd want to keep a secret from him. Unless it was a secret for him, but that couldn't be it.

Before he could ask again, their teacher called for the class attention. Eddie snuck a few glances at (Y/N) throughout the class. She kept her attention on the lesson, which furthered Eddie's suspicions. Not that (Y/N) wasn't a good student or anything, but she never paid this much attention. He could tell she was purposely avoiding him. And if she thought he wasn't going to grill her when class ended, she was sorely mistaken.

It seemed she knew that, though, as she didn't try to immediately run when the bell rang. She grabbed her things, stood from her desk, and waited for him. Eddie laid into her the second they started for their next classes, "You're hiding something from me, and as your best friend, (Y/N), frankly that hurts. So, what gives?"

"It's..." She sighed. "I know you're going to freak out when I tell you."

"Well, that sounds promising," Eddie joked, trying to hide the unease he was starting to feel.

(Y/N) stopped. Eddie came to a stop and turned to face her. She looked nervous. It made Eddie nervous. They told each other everything, no hesitation. The fact that she was struggling made him think every worse possible scenario: she was moving, she was dying, she wanted to quit Hellfire. But then he remembered how happy she looked when she first walked into class, and he was both confused and nervous.

Finally, (Y/N) said, "I was asked out on a date."

There was a slight squeeze on Eddie's heart, but he managed to laugh as he felt himself relax. "That's it? You were nervous to tell me that, sweetheart?"

"By Jason."

And there it was. Eddie's heart dropped to his stomach. "Jason? As in...Carver?"

(Y/N) nodded.

"Okay...you said no." She was silent, chewing on her lip anxiously. "(Y/N), please tell me you said no."

"I...said yes."

"What?!"

(Y/N) tried to shush him as passing students gave the two of them looks.

Eddie couldn't believe it. He felt like it was some sick joke (Y/N) was pulling on him. There was no way that Jason Carver had actually asked her on a date, and there was even more no way that she had said yes. Jason Carver was the biggest jackass in all of Hawkins. He made it his life's mission to make Eddie's life a living Hell, and (Y/N) had been a witness to that since the start. She would never agree to go on a date with him.

"(Y/N), you can't be serious," he said. "Tell me you're kidding. Tell me you didn't say yes to going on a date with that asshole!"

"He seems sweet!" she argued. "Like, he was so nice when he asked me out."

"Yeah, I get the sense that he's a real kind soul when he and his friends are threatening to beat the shit out of me."

"Come on, Eddie. There might be more to him than that. What if it's all just an act?"

"Then why would you want to go out with a guy who pretends to be a dickhead because he's popular? I mean, seriously (Y/N), I didn't think you were this stupid."

A look of hurt crossed her face. It would've killed Eddie normally, not just her hurt but the fact that he caused it. But there were so many emotions bubbling up inside of him - anger, hurt, jealousy - that he could hardly bring himself to care.

"I'm not stupid for giving someone a chance," she said. Her voice was so soft that Eddie wouldn't have heard her if she wasn't standing right in front of him.

"You are if it's Jason fucking Carver!" Eddie snapped.

Her eyes became glassy. She tried to stutter something out, but Eddie had had enough. He was turning away and storming down the hallway before either of them could fully process the whole situation. (Y/N) watched him go, confused and hurt, not knowing that the second he had turned his back on her, Eddie had started crying, too.

~~~~~~

Eddie didn't talk to (Y/N) for the rest of the week. She tried - she waited for him by his locker, she'd pass him notes in class, she'd sit next to him at lunch. She even tried calling his trailer. But Eddie kept ignoring her. It was very obvious to the rest of the group that something was wrong, and it was making everyone very uncomfortable. Especially on the day when (Y/N) finally gave up on trying to talk to Eddie and walked into the lunchroom with Jason's arm around her shoulder. Upon seeing it, Eddie's face had gone red with anger and he had loudly stormed out of the lunchroom.

The next day was the day of (Y/N) and Jason's date, so Eddie stayed home from school. He couldn't bare to face either of them knowing what was going to happen that night. Wayne tried to talk to him about it, but Eddie brushed him off so he dropped it.

That night, when Wayne was gone to work and it was just Eddie in the trailer, the phone started to ring. He was in his room, still moping in bed, but he sat up very quickly when the first shrill ring sounded. He wanted to answer it, but what if it was (Y/N)? Wayne had been answering the phone all week, so whenever she called he had been the one to answer. But Wayne wasn't here now for Eddie to beg him to answer, and what if he answered and it was her?

Why would she be calling, idiot? You've made it very clear you don't want to talk to her.

But what if it was?

Finally, after debating for far too long, Eddie answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Where were you today, man?"

Eddie deflated. "Hello, Henderson."

"Are you feeling okay? The guys were worried."

"I'm fine. Just wasn't feeling up for school today."

"Is it because of (Y/N)?"

Eddie plopped down onto the couch. "It has nothing to do with (Y/N)."

"Come on, man. We've all noticed how tense things have been between you two all week. And the fact that she hasn't sat with us at lunch while you've been there."

"Listen, it doesn't matter to me who (Y/N) goes on a date with. If she wants to stoop so low as to date a jackass like Jason Carver, then that's her prerogative. But that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it."

"I mean, yeah it sucks that it was him she agreed to date, but we both know it's not just that that you're upset about."

The urge to hang up washed over Eddie like a tidal wave. He realized he was gripping the phone too tight when the hard plastic edges dug into his hand. He loosened his grip and sighed heavily.

"I'd be less mad if it was anyone else," he finally said.

"I know you would be," Dustin said. "But we both know you'd still be jealous, and that's just as bad."

Eddie couldn't argue with the kid. He knew Dustin was right, and Dustin knew he was right, too. He could swear up and down that things would've been different if (Y/N) had dated anyone else, but he knew deep down that no matter who she agreed to date, he would've pushed her away. She was his best friend, she had been for years, He couldn't imagine his life without her. So that's why he had to hold her at an arm's length if she was dating someone else, because his jealousy would push her completely out of his life.

Like it had now.

"Fuck," Eddie swore under his breath. "Dustin, I gotta go."

He hung up before Dustin could respond. He had no idea if (Y/N) would be home, but he had to apologize to her. Even if he had to wait outside for hours until she came back from her date. He had to tell her he was sorry. He had to push through his feelings so he could keep his best friend.

Eddie got into his van and drove to (Y/N)'s house. It was late enough that he expected her to still be out, but to his surprise there was a light on in her bedroom when he pulled up. He knew he could've knocked at the front door like a normal person, and (Y/N)'s parents would've let him in and let her go up to her room to see her. But as anyone in Hawkins would tell you, Eddie Munson was not a normal person. So, instead of taking the easy, normal route, he instead went to the tree that was next to her bedroom window. The tree had been around as long as Eddie had remembered, and when the two of them were kids, Eddie would climb it to sneak into (Y/N)'s room back when her parents had a "no boys allowed" rule. Now it was a "no boys except Eddie" rule, so he didn't have to sneak in. But, he thought maybe, for old time's sake.

Climbing the tree wasn't as easy now as it had been all those years ago. Once upon a time, Eddie enjoyed being outside and doing physical activities. Before he was introduced to music and roleplaying games and weed. And it had been so long since those days that the only physical activity Eddie did now was the bare minimum during PE to make the teacher happy. Jumping up to grab hold of a branch, and then trying to pull himself up onto that branch was definitely more than the bare minimum. He had some strength in his arms from playing guitar, but not nearly enough to look impressive as he got up into the tree. He was glad (Y/N) wasn't watching.

Once he was up onto the branch, he peaked into (Y/N)'s room. Luckily, he wasn't looking in on anything that would feel too voyeuristic. (Y/N) was on her bed, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, reading. It was hardly date attire, but then again maybe it wasn't a dress up date. What kind of dates to jocks bring girls on, anyways? Do they go to sports games? Take them running to see how fit they are? Or do they just go to whatever popular makeout spot and hope to get laid?

Eddie shook his head to get rid of the thoughts. He didn't need to be blinded by his jealousy again. He was here to make things right. He had to stay focused.

He shuffled as far out as he felt was safe (he had definitely gotten bigger since the last time he sat in this tree and he wasn't about to risk breaking off the branch and falling to his near death) and leaned forward to gently knock on the window. He watched as (Y/N) quickly dropped the book and looked towards the window in confusion. When she saw him, her eyes widened. He wondered if she would actually acknowledge him, or if she'd close the curtains and ignore the fact that he was there. Maybe she'd call out to her parents and they would force Eddie to leave.

Instead, she put her book aside and approached the window. She opened it and said, "What are you doing?"

"I came to talk to you," he replied.

"And you had to climb up a tree to do that?"

"Well, I could've just knocked, but I saw this thing and thought...hey, for old time's sake."

She looked at him for a long time. Eddie gave her a small smile and shrugged, hoping that would be enough. Finally, (Y/N) moved away from the window and gestured for him to come in. His move from the window into her bedroom was less than graceful, but he didn't make any noise that would alert her parents that he was there, and that was the impressive part for him.

"You've been avoiding me all week and now is when you decide you want to talk?" she asked as she shut the window.

"I know. I've been an asshole."

"That's truly an understatement." She crossed her arms and looked at him, expectantly. "Go on then. Say whatever it is you came here to say."

Eddie sighed. Truthfully, he didn't know what he had come here to say. He had an idea, but he hadn't actually planned anything to say. So, he just let the words come out without really thinking about them.

"First, I want to say I am sorry for being a jerk, but I'm not sorry for how I reacted over finding out that you said you'd go on a date with Jason Carver. I get you wanted to see the good in him, or whatever, but (Y/N) you had to know I wasn't going to take this news well. He's the biggest bully in all of Hawkins High, and the Hellfire Club has been his main target since day one. Of course that's going to make me upset to find out that my best friend is willingly going on a date with that guy."

(Y/N) sighed too, letting her arms drop to her side. Her defense has fallen, Eddie thought to himself.

"I know," she said. "I knew you weren't going to be happy when I told you. I just didn't expect for you to insult me like that, and then to completely ignore me all week? That hurt like Hell, Eds. We could've had this conversation days ago, but it felt like you just wanted to forget I ever existed."

"I did," Eddie admitted. "But also...I didn't. Of course I don't want to pretend like you never existed. You're my best friend. But getting that news hurt so much that it felt like it would be easier to just pretend than to try and talk to you about it. I'm sorry I hurt you. I know nothing I can say or do can make up for the fact that I did indeed hurt you, but I hope that an apology can at least be a start in making it up to you."

To his surprise, (Y/N) smiled and wrapped her arms around Eddie's waist. He hugged her back, gratefully. The few days of no contact felt like torture, but now everything was behind them. He had his best friend back.

(Y/N) went back to sit on her bed and Eddie sat across from her in her desk chair. He hated to have to ask, but it's what a best friend would do. "So...how was your date with Jason?"

(Y/N) made a face. "Didn't happen."

"What?" She shrugged like it was nothing. "Nuh-uh, sweetheart. You're not getting off that easy. What happened? Just yesterday he was all showing you off to his friends as if you were his brand new shiny basketball trophy."

"He was, but then he came up to me today at my locker with a different shiny trophy on his arm." When Eddie looked at her blankly, (Y/N) clarified, "Chrissy."

She didn't need to explain any further. Eddie knew Chrissy, and he knew all about her relationship with Jason. Everyone did. Even the lowest of the high school food chain knew all about the ups and downs of Chrissy and Jason's relationship. For the last two weeks, they had been in the lowest of downs; a breakup. They had never fully broken up before, and no one expected it to last. Until a week came and went and they were still giving each other the cold shoulder.

Eddie felt himself tensing up as he started to put the pieces together. "Do not tell me that jackass used you to make Chrissy jealous."

"Okay, I won't tell you."

The anger was starting to come back to him, but this time it was anger for his friend. "I can't believe he did that to you! And in front of the whole school. If he was just trying to make Chrissy jealous, he didn't need to parade you around to his friends yesterday and then humiliate you by being back with Chrissy today."

"It wouldn't have worked if he didn't make it public," (Y/N) said. "Sure, news spread like wildfire about our date, but he had to seal the deal somehow, and I knew that it would have to happen before our date because there was no way he was going to actually go through with it."

"Wait, you knew this was all just to use you? Like, even when he asked you out?" (Y/N) nodded. "And...you still said yes?"

She shrugged again. "Yeah. I mean, of course Jason Carver isn't going to go on a date with anyone who isn't Chrissy Cunningham. Especially someone like me. He only asked me out because I was the least likely person he would ever date, which would get Chrissy's attention, and it would get under your skin."

"And you still said yes knowing all of that?"

"I did." She paused, like she was debating on what to say next. Finally, she said. "I had to move on."

"From what?"

Another hesitation. She was looking down at her discarded book when she said, "From you."

Eddie felt like the world started spinning around him. Those two words echoed in his head, giving him hope for something he had wanted for so long, but still being too afraid to get excited or hopeful about it. "What do you mean?"

This time, there was no hesitation. It was as if the dam had already been broken, so (Y/N) couldn't stop the flood of words that came with it. "I mean that I have had a crush on you since middle school and I never told you because it's weird because we've been best friends since we were kids and I didn't want to ruin our friendship, but I held out hope for so long that maybe you liked me too and I finally came to the realization that I had to let you go and move on, and unfortunately Jason was the first person to ask me out since coming to that conclusion and even though I knew he was only asking me out to make Chrissy jealous, I said yes in hopes that maybe we would actually go on one date and it would be enough for me to finally move on."

While she was rambling, Eddie moved from the chair to her bed. He sat in front of her, still letting her continue her ramble, until finally he took her face in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss.

It was perfect. It was everything he had ever dreamed it would be. Her lips were soft and still tasted like the strawberry lip balm she had every day. He had wanted to taste that lip balm for so long, and now he could cross it off his bucket list.

When he pulled away, (Y/N) looked at him in shock.

"Is now a bad time to say I've had a thing for you since freshman year?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed as she hit his arm. "Why did you never tell me?!"

"The same reason you never told me about your crush!" he argued. "How was I supposed to know you liked me, (Y/N)? You never told me either!"

"I tried to drop hints!"

"I'm a boy, we don't pick up on hints!"

"Well, how about this for a hint?"

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. It was quick, like she did it just because she was able to now, and when she pulled away she was beaming. Way more than she had been after Jason had asked her out - which Eddie was now realizing was just fake excitement for the date. But this was real happiness, and it was because of him.

Eventually, the two of them were laid on her bed, (Y/N) in Eddie's arms. The amount of happiness he felt could not be put into words. He had wanted this moment for so long, and now that it was happening he felt like he might be in a dream. He kept discreetly pinching himself just to make sure it was real.

"You know my parents are going to change the no boys except Eddie rule?" she asked him. "Actually, they may freak out if they find you here now."

"Your parents love me," Eddie said. "They won't freak out."

"Should we test that?"

"No!" Eddie quickly covered her mouth, even though he was at least 99% sure she wouldn't actually have called out to her parents. "Maybe we tell them about this at a time where I haven't snuck into your bedroom."

(Y/N) giggled. "Okay, deal."

"Maybe...we could tell them when I pick you up for a date. Like...a real date."

(Y/N) moved her head so she could look up at Eddie. "And you won't bail on me the day of for a blonde cheerleader?"

Eddie laughed. "I'd never bail on you, sweetheart. You're the only one for me."

"Then it's a date."

~~~~~~

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brown jacket and a thick accent ~ tangerine;bullet train

word count: 3124

request?: no

description: who's the cute boy with the brown jacket and the thick accent? maybe it's all in her head, but she thinks they'd have really good bed chem

pairing: tangerine x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, oral m receiving, protected sex (tangerine isn't risking nothing and neither should you!), multiple orgasms, aftercare)

masterlist (one, two, three)

based on this song (but y'all probably guessed that lmao)

I noticed his suit first. It was hard not to notice. No one ever casually wore a three piece suit. But he was, and he looked damn good in that suit.

And then I heard him speak.

He was walking past, grumbling some complaints to his companion, and I almost spun around to ask him to speak to me more. He had the hottest British accent I had ever heard. Like, panty dropping hot.

Soon enough, though, he was gone, and I was sure I'd never see him again because of this stupid long bullet train.

But then, I was at the bar in my Kyoto hotel when I heard a familiar voice down the bar ask, "Whisky on the rocks please, love."

When I looked, there he was. Shedding a brown tweed jacket to reveal his blue suit. The bartender placed his drink in front of him and he mumbled a soft "Thank you." I tore my eyes away from him, trying not to seem like a creep for staring. But it was like he was a magnet, because my eyes were drawn back to him very quickly. Trying to look away seemed impossible now. I was trying to remember every detail about him, for when we'd inevitably part ways and I'd only have my memory of him.

"It's impolite to stare, darling."

I jumped at the sound of his voice. I shouldn't have been shocked. I wasn't being subtle at all in my staring, and there wasn't anyone else at the bar. There was no going back now, so I may as well embrace it.

"It's not every day you see a handsome British man in a suit in Japan," I responded.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I suppose not."

"What are you all dressed up for anyways?"

He paused a moment before responding, "Work."

His hesitance made me think he was lying, but I didn't know the man so I wasn't about to call him out for it. Instead, I teased, "Must be some boring corporate job if you have to go around in a suit."

He chuckled. "You could say that."

We fell silent again. I turned back to my drink, almost empty now. Once it was finished, I'd have to go back to my room. I couldn't sit around the car all night just to gaze at the hot British man. Even though I really wanted to.

I was taking the last sip of my drink when the bartender came over and placed another drink in front of me. I looked up at her in confusion. Before I could tell her I hadn't ordered another drink, she said, "From your friend over there."

I looked over to see hot British man already watching me. He smiled and raised his own glass at me.

"That's very kind of you, business man," I said.

"Call me Tangerine."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Tangerine? Like the fruit?"

He nodded. There was no hint of humor in his expression, so I guess he was being serious. I bit back another teasing comment that was on the tip of my tongue. We may have been going back and forth, and it may have just been playful flirting anyways, but the man had bought me a drink. I shouldn't push my luck.

After a few sips, I found myself moving to sit next to Tangerine. Soon enough, one drink became two, and I returned his generosity by ordering two more drinks for him. And then the three drinks total started to hit, and my filter went completely out the window. I wasn't drunk enough to forget anything that I was saying, so I knew once I was sober I'd regret it all, but for now I was tipsy and I had the attention of an attractive British man.

Eventually, three drinks each turned into leaving the bar together. Leaving the bar turned into waiting in the elevator to go up to his room. Waiting in the elevator turned into Tangerine's lips on mine, kissing me hungrily. He pressed me against the elevator wall, his tongue slipping past my lips. I could taste the whisky he had been drinking. It made me feel even more intoxicated.

His hand slipped under my skirt. I gasped as he traced his fingers up my thigh, getting extremely close to where I needed him most.

Then the elevator dinged and his hand was gone. He had the two of us straightened up before the doors opened, revealing a group of young women dressed for a night on the town. Their eyes immediately landed on Tangerine, drinking him in from head to toe. He smiled at them, took my hand, and walked past them towards his room. I could feel their eyes boring into us as we walked away, but I was too focused on wanting to finish what we had started in the elevator.

Tangerine was quick to unlock the door. No keycard fumbling or anything. He was just so smooth. He opened the door and gestured for me to go in. Once he shut the door behind us, he was on me again. His hand was between my thighs again, this time getting to the place I needed. His fingers skated over my clothed core, causing me to whimper against his lips.

"So wet already," he noted. "You always get wet this easily?"

I shook my head. He smirked. "So this is all for me?"

I nodded, then gasped when he pressed against my clit.

"Cat got your tongue, love?"

I wanted to bite back with the same teasing nature I had at the bar, but my mind was cloudy now. I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone put those thoughts into words. All I could think of was how good his fingers felt rubbing circles into my clit. I had a few one night stands, and very rarely could a guy ever find my clit, let alone knowing how to use it to make me feel good. But Tangerine read my body language so flawlessly and knew exactly what to do to pleasure me.

When his fingers slipped past my underwear and into my sopping cunt, I let out a loud moan. I managed to come to my senses enough to quickly clap a hand over my mouth, but Tangerine pulled it away with the hand that wasn't deep in me.

"Don't you dare cover up those pretty noises," he warned.

"B-But the o-other p-people."

"I don't give a fuck about no noise complaint, love. I want this whole hotel to know how good I make you feel."

As if to punctuate his point, he curled his fingers inside of me, making me yelp. He massaged the spongey spot, making my vision blur and my knees buckle. Tangerine held me as I started to tremble, my orgasm washing over me so suddenly I barley even had time to register it was happening. He whispered praises in my ear as he continued to finger fuck me through my high. When it became too much, I put a hand over his wrist and he understood the message.

He pulled his hand from between my legs and brought his fingers to his mouth. I felt a new heat forming within me as I watched him suck his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving mine as he did so.

"Just as sweet as I expected," he said.

With that, I was finally able to regain control of my body. I dropped to my knees in front of Tangerine and started pulling at his belt. He watched me, an amused smile on his face, as I finally unclasped his belt and pulled it through the loops. I discarded it somewhere onto the floor, and made quick work of unbuttoning his pants. As I was pulling both his pants and his boxers down his legs, he tossed his tweed jacket and his blue blazer aside and was starting to unbutton his dress shirt. I would've liked to completely undress him myself, but at this moment the only thing on my mind was returning the pleasure he had given to me.

His cock had sprung free mere inches from my face, red and hard. I silently thanked whoever was watching over me that he had a decently sized cock. Too many hookups often ended in disappointment when the pants came off.

I wrapped my hand around the base and pumped him a few times before putting the tip in my mouth. Tangerine let out a breathy moan as I swirled my tongue around the tip, then slowly took him into my mouth as much as I can. Whatever I couldn't take, I kept my hand around. I slowly started to bob my head, up and down his shaft. I flattened my tongue under him, letting him rest against it as I pulled his dick all the way out of my mouth then slowly put it back in. He was groaning, reaching down to tangle his fingers in my hair. He didn't force me to change my speed or to take him deeper. He just held my hair in his fist, watching me as I kept going up and down, up and down.

I started to pump just a little, moving my hand in time with my mouth. I didn't want this moment to be over too soon, but I wanted him to feel good. And I could tell by the sounds he was making that I was definitely achieving my goal. Between moans he gave me more breathless praises, telling me that I was doing a good job. When I looked up at him, we locked eyes. I held eye contact as I took him as deep as I could go, and just held him there. He was heavy on my tongue, and he tasted just as sweet as he claimed I did.

After a moment, Tangerine shuttered and pulled at the hair still tangled around his fist. He pulled me completely off of him and to my feet. He crashed his lips against mine again, this kiss a more needy than our first one in the elevator.

"I wouldn't have lasted much longer like that, love," he said. "And if I cum before I get to be inside of you I think I'll be right angry with myself."

All I could manage in response was a whimper. And there was his smirk once again.

He finally led me further into his room, to the bed. Along the way, he stripped me of my shirt and pulled my skirt around my ankles. I was left in just my panties and bra as he lightly pushed me to bend me over the bed. I expected him to rip my panties off and to start fucking me right then and there, but he didn't. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and turned to see that he had gone to his suitcase. I was about to ask what he was doing, until he came up with a foil packet in his hand.

"You carry condoms when you go on business trips?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You never know when you might need one."

To prove his point, he gestured to me. He had a point, but I didn't want to think about how many other women he may have slept with, or intended to sleep with, on this trip.

Tangerine ripped open the condom packet and tossed it aside. He rolled the condom onto his cock and approached me again. He put a hand between my shoulder blades, pressing my chest against the bed, before lining himself up at my entrance. I didn't realize I had been holding my breath in anticipation until he pushed into me, and the breath let out with every inch deeper he went inside of me.

He was slow at first, like he was allowing me to adjust to him inside of me. It stung a little at first. It had been so long since I had last had sex, but he had more than sufficiently prepared me for him. It didn't take long for his thrusts to start gaining speed, and before I knew it he was absolutely railing me. My soft moans quickly turned into cries of pleasure, mixing with the sound of skip slapping against skin. I had completely forgotten about anyone else who may be in the rooms around us. I truly did not care if anyone knew what was happening, and it was clear that Tangerine didn't care either. It was like he was making it his mission to get the loudest, most lewd noises out of me, before he would give me any rest.

He had both his hands on my shoulders, pressing me into the bed as he pulled me back to meet his thrusts. He was going deeper inside of me than I had ever felt anyone be before. The head of his cock was perfectly abusing my g spot, sending shockwaves through my body every time he thrust inwards. At first I didn't think I would've cum again. It felt more like I was becoming overstimulated. But then I felt the pressure building up inside of me, just as quickly as it had the first time.

One of Tangerine's hands moved to my hair and pulled again, pulling me off the bed so that my back was against his chest.

"Is that another orgasm I feel?" he asked. "Are you gonna cum all over this cock, love?"

I nodded, but he moved his hand from my hair to wrap around my throat. "Use your words."

"Yes!" I cried. "Fuck yes, I'm gonna cum! I'm so fucking close, fuck!"

He chuckled, his hot breath against my ear. It was all too much. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I cried out his name as I came around him, harder and more intense than I had the first time. My vision spotted for a moment and my brain fogged over. I was completely fucked out.

Tangerine wrapped his arms around me, holding me up again as he continued to fuck into me. It didn't take him long to reach his own climax. As he did, he turned my head so he could kiss me again. It was a softer kiss this time, as we both rode out our highs together.

Tangerine slowly lowered me back onto the bed and pulled himself out of me. I whimpered at the loss of contact, hoping he hadn't heard. I listened to him shuffle into the bathroom to discard the condom before coming back out. He gently touched me, and I sheepishly turned my head to look at him.

"C'mon," he said. "We gotta take care of you before you drift off to sleep."

I wanted to tell him he had already taken care of me, but I didn't have the energy. Instead, I let him pull me to a stand and lead me to the bathroom. He made me use the washroom (the most unsexy thing you can do in front of someone you just slept with, by the way) before running a quick shower for us to wash ourselves off. The water was a perfect temperature to cool off my hot skin.

We stepped out and dried off with the hotel provided towels. I expected to put my clothes back on and to go back to my own hotel room. I knew this was nothing more than a one night stand. I didn't expect to stay the night or anything. But, to my surprise, Tangerine took me to his bed and tucked both of us into it. There was no question about it, no mentions of what was to come in the morning. He just pulled me into his arms and turned out the lights, letting the two of us drift off to sleep with just the sound of our hearts beating filling the room.

~~~~~~

I woke up the next morning to the sound of a knock.

It took a moment for me to remember where I was and what had happened. I knew I wasn't in my own room - it was much bigger than the little one bed room I had booked - and I was aware of the fact that I was naked. Once the memories from the night before came rushing back, I smiled to myself.

I was suddenly also aware of the fact that Tangerine was missing. I sat up in bed and looked around the room, but there were no signs of him.

Another knock came at the door, followed by a voice saying, "Room service."

There was a hotel robe laid out on the other bed, next to my folded up clothes. I pulled the robe on and made sure it was secured around me before I went to the door. A young man in a hotel uniform wheeled in a cart with food that smelled so good it made my mouth water.

"Thanks," I said as he left. I closed the door behind him and turned back to the cart.

There was a metal lid over the food, a cup of coffee, and a note. I reached for the note first, curiosity getting the best of me over my desire to eat.

"Good morning, darling," it read. "I had to be off early for work. I extended the checkout time of the room, so you are welcome to stay as long as you need, and I ordered you some breakfast for when you woke up. You may need to pop back to your own room to get your things, though. Thank you for a lovely night. I hope you enjoy your time in Japan. ~ Tangerine"

I sat back down on the bed and looked at the cart in front of me. I read over the letter again, willing for there to be something else written there. Like a phone number. Or a way for me to see him again.

It was just a one night stand. You knew that.

I did. But I couldn't help but feel disappointed. He bought me drinks, fucked me so good I knew I was ruined for other men, and held me as I fell asleep, only to slip out in the morning. At least he bought me breakfast and coffee, but still. I would've liked for him to be there when I woke up.

I read over his note one last time and found myself smiling involuntarily. Even if I was never going to see him again, I also was never going to forget him.

The cute man in the brown tweed jacket, and the thick British accent.

~

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heatwave ~ matt murdock;marvel

word count: 3306

request?: no

description: in which a terrible heatwave has hit hell's kitchen, and it's leading to some lewd thoughts about her roommate

pairing: matt murdock x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (shower sex, oral - f receiving, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, matt asks for permission, a smidgeon of begging, naked cuddling afterwards but like...actually cuddling, not a euphemism)

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was an unbearably hot day in Hell's Kitchen. Hot enough that it was making the "Hell" part seem a little too real. It was the type of hot that leaving the window open filled the apartment with heat, but closing it made the place feel like a heat box. There was just no escaping it.

I was grateful to have the day off because it was definitely too hot to work, but at the same time I knew my job had working AC. Matt and I had been saving up for a working AC unit, but it was difficult when other expenses kept getting in our way. Matt kept insisting that when he finally got promoted to a lawyer position, we wouldn't have to worry so much about the apartment expenses, but he and Foggy had been in the same position at Landon and Zack - and unhappily so 0 for so long that I was starting to double they'd get a promotion at that law firm specifically.

Either way, for now all Matt and I had was a shitty fan that blew just enough cold air to make living in this heat bearable. I was wearing my shortest shorts and thinnest tank top, laid out on our couch with the fan directly on me. I was still extremely hot to a point where I just wanted to crawl out of my skin as it felt like the only option.

I couldn't even bring myself to turn my head as i heard the front door open and shut. I knew who it was anyways, even without the familiar sound of Matt's cane folding up. When he did walk into my eyeline, I scoffed. "How are you walking around dressed like that?"

Matt was in a pair of long dress pants, a light blue button up - with no sweat stains, might I add - and his tie pulled tight to his neck. Looking at him alone was making me overcome with heat.

Matt chuckled. "I have no choice in the matter. Can't exactly walk into a law firm in daisy dukes and a wife beater."

I snickered at the idea of Matt Murdock in daisy dukes.

I met Matt over a year ago after he had responded to my "roommate wanted" ad. My last roommate had moved out suddenly with very little notice, leaving me to try and pay rent for the apartment on my minimum wage salary. So to say I was desperate for a roommate is an understatement. Still, I was a little hesitant to answer Matt's response to my post. He was a strange man, and it was just me in the apartment. A girl can't be too careful in this day and age. But, again, I was desperate, so I agreed to meet up with him to discuss moving in.

Imagine my shock, and slight relief, when a well dressed, blind man introduced himself as an intern at Landon and Zack, and was also needing a roommate as his internship didn't pay enough to cover rent at his own place, plus his student debt.

The next week, he was moving into my apartment.

I liked Matt. He was easy to get along with, and he pulled his weight around the apartment. And in general, he was a nice guy. I liked hanging out with him, and with Foggy whenever he was over, too. I did feel like I hit the jackpot for roommates with him.

Matt made his way to his room. In the process, I noticed him pulling at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. I tried not to be so obvious in my staring, until I remembered he couldn't actually see me staring at him.

Okay, yeah, I may have had fantasies about Matt. Can you blame me? He's a handsome man, and I am but a girl. Not like anything would happen between us. It couldn't happen. That'd make things incredibly awkward around the apartment.

When Matt came back out of his room, he was changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I watched him navigate around the room, as if searching for something, before turning to me.

"You're hogging the fan."

I scoffed. "There was no one to hog it from until a few minutes ago."

"Well, there is now, and you're hogging it."

I rolled my eyes. "Just come sit on the couch, idiot. I'll position the fan so it's on both of us."

Matt moved slowly towards the couch. When we first started living together, I would often try to help Matt with things around the apartment, such as moving from point A to point B. I thought it was helpful, until one day Matt assured me that he could do things on his own.

"I have been blind for most my life," he had said. "I've learned how to live with it."

So, after that, I stopped helping unless Matt asked. Like now, just watching him navigate to the couch. When he got close enough, I sighed and extended a hand to him. "Grab my hand, ding dong."

He chuckled. "Ding dong? Are you 12?"

"Almost."

Matt took my hand and I slowly led him to the couch, then patted the cushion so Matt could hear where to sit. I didn't expect him to plop himself down so close to me, but he decided to sit so close that our arms were brushing against one another. I tried to ignore it by tilting the fan so it was blowing on both of us.

"We should get an inflatable pool," I suggested.

Matt chuckled. "And put it where? We live in an apartment building. We don't exactly have a backyard."

"Put it in the living room."

"I'm sure our landlord would appreciate that."

"It's not like he'd know. In all the years I've lived here, I think he's been by twice."

Matt tilted his head towards me. "I don't think it's a good idea."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "You're so no fun, Matt."

We fell into a silence that made me remember that Matt was sat so close to me. I tried to sneak a glance at him, and then once again remembered he couldn't see me anyways, so I allowed myself to look. I allowed myself to glance at the way his shorts were riding up, showing off his thigs. I allowed myself to glance at his arms, weirdly strong for a lawyer, and now with the added touch of sweat making him glisten.

God, I'm no better than a man.

I was suddenly a lot hotter, with a particular heat pulsing between my legs.

"You alright?"

I jumped at the sudden sound of Matt's voice. "Uh, yeah. Why?"

"You're...quiet."

I chuckled. "Didn't know quiet was a bad thing."

"It's not, but you're...I don't know. There's something different about this silence."

"It's just hot."

I was on my feet before I knew what I was doing. I just needed some distance before I did something incredibly stupid. I needed this heat to fuck off so Matt and I could put more clothes on and I wouldn't have to see so much of his skin that it turned me into a prepubescent boy.

I muttered something about showering before rushing to the bathroom. Once the door was closed behind me, I let out a long sigh. I wasn't actually sure about showering at first, but now that I was away from the fan I was starting to feel too hot and sweaty again. A cold shower wouldn't go astray, and I had definitely been sweating enough all day to warrant showering.

I turned on the shower, turning the cold tap almost all the way while turning the hot tap just enough to make it so the water wasn't bitterly cold. I stripped myself of my clothes and stepped under the cold water. I don't know how I hadn't thought of a cold shower before, but it was definitely the best idea. The downside was that eventually I'd have to get back out into the hot, humid air of the apartment, but for the time being I was content with standing under the cold water until my fingers and toes were prunes.

I wasn't paying much attention to anything besides how nice the cold water felt, otherwise I might've heard the bathroom door opening. I might've heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor, joining my own discarded pile. But I definitely did not miss the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back, revealing a completely naked Matt Murdock.

I shrieked in shock, my heart racing a million miles a second from the scare.

"Matt, what the fuck?!" I snapped.

"You forgot a towel," he said, gesturing to the two towels he had laid on the counter.

"So you had to get completely naked to bring me some towels?"

"Well, to bring you a towel. The other is for me."

When he stepped into the shower, I tried to back away, but damn this small apartment with its small shower. There wasn't much further I could move from him without stepping completely under the shower head and practically drown myself. It took everything in my power to keep my eyes on his face and not to let them venture lower.

"What are you doing?" I asked him. I tried to sound forceful, confident, but instead my voice came out soft, nearly a whisper.

He didn't respond. Instead, he was reaching for me. I knew I should've pulled away, or pushed him away, or insisted that he leave because this was definitely pushing a boundary that we should not cross as roommates. That's what I should've done. Instead, I let Matt's hands find my waist. I let him pull me to him, pressing our bodies together under the cold water. I no longer had to fight not to look down between his legs, because now it was pressed against me.

"What are you doing?" I asked again.

"Your heart was racing," he said, like that answered everything.

"Yeah, you scared me. That tends to be the usual reaction."

"No, I mean earlier. One the couch. When I was next to you, it started beating harder and faster."

"How do you know that?"

"I could hear it."

If it were any other circumstances, I probably would've laughed at that. I probably would've made some quip about him having super hearing since he was blind. But my mind wasn't functioning properly. Not with Matt pressed up against me like that, holding me like that. His hands wandering over my body the way they were.

"We-we can't," I finally managed.

"Why not?"

"We live together, Matt. It'll make everything awkward."

"Or maybe we'll finally get rid of this tension between us and can find out how we wanna proceed afterwards."

Tension between us? Does that mean he's had the same thoughts I've had? Does he feel the same way I've been feeling about him?

My mind was rushing when Matt kissed me, so much so that I almost didn't register it at first. It was a shock, and then it felt right. I placed my arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss. One of his hands found their way to my hair, tangling in the wet locks to hold me in place, while the other drifted down my body until it came to rest on my ass. I could feel him pressed against my stomach, his hard cock twitching. In the time Matt and I had lived together, I had met all of his "girlfriends", who liked to brag about being with Matt because they were all threatened by his female roommate. I was glad to report that the bragging about what he was packing had not just been to make me jealous.

Matt tugged at my hair, which resulted in a gasp slipping from my lips. He smirked, and I just knew that bastard was making mental notes of everything that made me have involuntary reactions. He pulled my head back to expose my neck to him. He kissed my jawline and down my neck, nipping at areas that would certainly leave very visible marks later. He continued moving down my body, trailing kisses from my neck down over my chest, and giving ample attention to my breasts. I was now leaning against the shower wall, my head lulled back at Matt took each of my breasts into his mouth one at a time, swirling his tongue around my already hard nipples. I gasped and moaned with each flick of his tongue. I held the back of his head with one hand, grasping at the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

Soon, Matt was on his knees on the tile shower floor. We had switched places, so the cold water was now cascading down on him. I was about to offer to move the shower head so he wasn't directly in the line of fire, but Matt cut me off by lifting my leg over his shoulder and immediately diving his tongue into my pussy. I cried out, both in shock and in pleasure.

I had been with a few guys in my lifetime, some of which didn't mind giving oral. But none of them could ever hold a candle to what Matthew Murdock could do with his tongue.

Within seconds of his head being between my legs, I had completely lost any sort of coherence. The only thing my mind could focus on was how good Matt's tongue felt running over my swollen clit; darting in and out of my pussy, as he was quite literally fucking me with his tongue; the feeling of his lips wrapping around my clit and gently sucking on it. It was like he knew exactly what I would like before I even knew. It wasn't long before Matt was holding onto my thighs as they began to quiver, holding me up as my orgasm washed over me. He kept lapping at my cunt, drinking in every drop of me that he could like a man starved.

My legs felt weak. I wasn't sure I'd be able to stay stood. Luckily for me, I didn't have to. As Matt got to his feet, he kept hold of my leg. He pressed his body against mine, holding me in place. When he kissed me, I could still taste me on his lips.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked. His tone of voice was nothing I had ever heard from him before. It was full of lust and desire. His hard cock was resting against me, begging to get its own release, but he waited. He waited until I gave him permission.

It was the barest of minimums, but there was something about Matt wanting to hear me say yes that made the dull ache of post-orgasm turn into the tingly feeling of desire once again.

"Yes," I breathed. "Please Matt, fuck me."

He wasted no time in lining himself up with my entrance. He pushed in slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as he filled me up. The stretch stung, but it felt so good. Once he was buried to the hilt inside of me, he took a moment to allow me to adjust to him. I watched as his face contorted in pleasure and I couldn't help but feel a little pride that I was making him feel this good, even if I wasn't the one doing the work.

"Fuck," he sighed. "Can I start fucking you?"

I nodded. Luckily he still had his forehead against mine, so he felt the approval instead of me having to say it outloud.

He started slow, pulling almost all the way out then pushing all the way back in. It was almost an agonizing pace. It felt so good, but every time he slipped everything except the tip out I felt hollow. He reached a spot inside of me that had only been reached a few times before, but with his pace he was only grazing it instead of constantly nudging it the way I wanted him to.

I was getting close to begging him to speed up. A desperate whine even slipped from my mouth when he pulled all the way out of me again. But this time, when he thrusted back inwards, it was fast and rough. The force pushed my ass back against the shower tile.

"Fuck," he breathed again. "I'm trying to make this last, but I really just want to fuck you until your legs are too numb to work anymore."

Another whimper. "Please."

"What was that?"

"Please fuck me," I said. "Fuck me however you want, Matt. I need it. I need it so bad."

He captured my lips in another kiss as he started thrusting into me at a ruthless pace. The sound of our wet skin colliding fill the room over the sound of the running water. It was lewd and naughty, and so good. It was something we'd never come back from as roommates, but I couldn't care less now. Nothing beyond this moment mattered.

Matt reached his other hand between us. He began to rub circles on my clit with his thumb. His thrusts changed slightly, just enough to hit that spot inside me in a way that drove me crazy. I had my arms around his neck, trying to keep myself up, but as I felt another orgasm building I knew I wouldn't be able to stay upright on my own. When the wave crashed over me, I threw my head back against the wall and cried out his name. It was more intense than the first one, so intense that my vision went completely white.

Matt's cock twitched inside of me, the only warning I had before he hit his own high. He buried himself inside me one last time, shooting himself so deep inside of me that I was sure I'd be full of him for weeks. He groaned in pleasure, resting his forehead against mine again.

The shower water had finally gone stark cold. Not that it mattered. We had definitely worked up a new sweat even with the cooling sensation beating against our bodies.

I sighed when Matt finally had to pull himself free of me. He chuckled and leaned in for one final kiss.

"Let's clean you up before we get out."

He slowly lowered me to the edge of the tub. I passed him my body wash and he lathered up his hands to clean between my thighs. He rinsed himself as well before turning off the water. The chill from the water had gotten under my skin enough that I didn't immediately become overwhelmed with heat once the shower was off. Matt wrapped the towel around himself first before wrapping one around me, and then picking me up to carry me out of the bathroom.

"I can walk myself, Matt," I said, although we both knew that was untrue.

"Your still trembling legs say otherwise," he noted.

He carried me to his bedroom. We dried ourselves off as much as we could with the towels before discarding them onto the floor and getting into his bed. Matt pulled me to him, resting my head against his chest. There was still so much we probably should discuss, but neither of us made the effort to say anything. We weren't ready to face the reality of what was next for us as roommates. Instead, we were content to lay together for just a while longer, until the heat became too much to bear once again.

I listened to his heartbeat, and I couldn't help but think about how all of this started because he claimed he could hear my own.

~~~

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past affairs ~ ted lasso;ted lasso

word count: 2382

request?: no

description: in which she can't help but feel insecure about her boyfriend's ex-hookup

pairing: ted lasso x female!reader

warnings: swearing, jealousy/insecurity, angst? i mean kinda i guess

masterlist (one, two, three)

You should've knew she'd be there. It was a party to celebrate a career milestone for Rebecca after all, put together by Keeley. And she was Rebecca's best friend, and Keeley was obsessed with her. It only made sense she'd be there.

But still, for some reason, when Sassy announced her presence (and you mean announced; she entered the party with a loud call to Rebecca, to which Rebecca and Keeley responded with excited screeches), your body tensed. You found yourself glancing around the room, trying to locate Ted. Which was crazy because why would Ted care about Sassy's arrival?

"Sassy making you uncomfortable because of her history with Ted?"

You jumped and hissed, "Fuck!" at Roy's sudden appearance. You had no idea how he moved so silently sometimes.

"Of course not," you said. "Why would I be uncomfortable with Sassy?"

"Because she's fucked Ted almost every time she's laid her eyes on him."

You'd laugh if you weren't so tense. Leave it up to Roy to tell you what you already knew.

So yeah, you did know why you were tense, and why your eyes kept darting around in search of Ted. Not that you didn't trust him around Sassy. You know Ted loves you; he practically worshipped the ground you walked on. Ted wasn't the type of guy to be tempted out of his relationship by a former hookup. And, surprisingly, you weren't worried about Sassy around Ted either. Sure, she was infatuated with him, but she also wasn't the type to snatch away a taken man. In fact, she was quite lovely with you when you first met.

And that made your unease worse.

See, it wasn't a matter of trust, it was a matter of insecurity. Sassy was beautiful, confident, and already had a history with Ted. Everyone loved her, and she didn't even have to try. To say she was everything you wanted to be was a cliche, but it was true.

And now here she was, looking gorgeous in her jade green dress that hugged her body and showed off enough cleavage that even you couldn't help but stare. It made your little black dress, which you had felt so hot in when you put it on, feel a lot more modest.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn't noticed Sassy approaching you and Roy until she had her arms thrown around him. Roy grunted in response, not even trying to hide his distain for the physical gesture.

"Hello, hot stuff," she said to you, pulling you into a hug as well.

You tried not to seem rigid as you hugged her back. "Hello, Sassy."

"You have a severe lack of alcohol in your hands," she said as she pulled away from the hug. "We must change that."

You looked to Roy for help, but the bastard simply watched as Sassy took your hand and dragged you away.

Luckily, Keeley and Rebecca were already at the bar. They were clearly already following whatever plan Sassy had in mind for you as they were giggling while sipped their drinks. Sassy shoved a glass she had ordered into your hand before starting to drink her own. One sip of whatever she had given you burned your throat and had your head spinning. The three women laughed as you started coughing.

"Sass, you must go easy on other people," Rebecca told her. "Not everyone cand rink the way you can."

You bit back the sour feeling from Rebecca's comment. You knew she didn't mean anything by it, she was just telling the truth. Sassy could definitely drink you under the table. But there was something about being compared to Sassy at all that wasn't sitting right with you in the moment. Instead of saying anything, you took another sip of your strong drink.

The other three women socialized around you. You didn't mind just listening in. You were still a bit tense, but your two friends plus the alcohol was definitely helping to loosen you up a bit.

That was, until Sassy asked you, "So, how's your Marlboro Man? I hope you're treating him right."

You tried not to let your smile falter. It was just a question. There was nothing behind it. At least, you didn't think so. But then, what did that second comment mean? Was she inferring she didn't think you were treating Ted right? Did she think she could treat him better just because she had a past with him that you didn't?

You're thinking too much. Of course she's not gonna pretend her and Ted don't have a past.

"He's good," you finally said.

"I guess the better question is if he's treating you right," Sassy said, playfully nudging you.

You nodded. "He is."

"Of course he is! I don't think Ted knows how to treat anyone bad," Keeley said. "He loves her."

You couldn't help but smile. Maybe that's all you needed; someone else's reassurance that Ted loves you and only you.

"God, it's hard seeing other people living your dreams, huh?"

And there it goes.

You didn't miss Keeley elbowing Sassy, but you didn't see Sassy's reaction. You looked down at the half empty glass in your hand, trying to shove everything you were feeling back down. Sassy was saying something, but it was all just muffled noise to you now. You downed the remaining contents of your glass before excusing yourself. You made a beeline for the bathroom, which luckily was empty. You locked the door behind you. You knew it was likely that Rebecca or Keeley would try to follow you, but you just needed to be alone right now.

You turned on the cold water and leaned over the sink. You splashed some onto your face. You hadn't realized just how hot your face had gotten until that moment, but the water worked quickly.

"Get your shit together," you hissed at your reflection. "She's the one who rejected him, you idiot. She's not going to try and steal him away all of a sudden."

But it's not about what she'll do. It's about how Ted feels seeing her.

You try to shake the thought away, but it lingers. You try to remind yourself about what Keeley said, about how Ted loved you, but her words were clouded over by thoughts of Ted and Sassy together.

You can't measure up to that history, and you know it.

You had to get out of here. You knew Ted would want to stay for Rebecca, so you planned just to find him and tell him you were going home cause you weren't feeling well. You'd tell him he could stay as you knew he'd likely insist on coming too, and that you'd see him tomorrow.

But then you stepped out of the bathroom, and the first thing you saw was Ted...with Sassy.

He was back on to you, but you could see Sassy. She was laughing at something, leaning against Ted as she did. You clenched your teeth, trying to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

I have to leave.

You were outside before you could even comprehend that you had been moving. You took a deep breath in, filling your lungs with fresh air. You hadn't noticed how heavy your breathing had gotten until you were outside, the fresh air making it easier to breathe. Tears were starting to blur your vision as your emotions finally became too overwhelming.

"Honey?"

You quickly wiped your eyes and turned to face Ted.

"Hey," you said, plastering a smile on your face. "What are you doing out here?"

"Well, I could ask you the same thing. You ran out of here like a bat out of Hell."

"I-I just wasn't feeling well." You shrugged. "Too much to drink, maybe. I was just gonna go home."

"Let me walk you."

You shook your head. "Stay here. I'll be fine. Stay and celebrate Rebecca."

But Ted was already making his way towards your place. "I'll come back. I'd feel better if I walked you home. I don't want you walkin' alone at night."

Oh, your sweet Ted. Always looking out for the people he loved; always looking out for you. Even if you didn't want it.

You fell into step beside Ted. Neither of you spoke, so it was a quiet walk home. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that Ted had his usual smile on his face. There were no signs that he knew something was off. Maybe he did believe your story about not feeling well. Ted was never one to pry, which was something you liked about him. Always a listening ear, but never forcing it out of you if you weren't ready to talk.

"Have I ever told you about a childhood buddy of mine, Jack Smith?" he asked suddenly.

"I don't think so," you responded.

"Well, Jack and I were buddies in middle school. Had mostly the same classes so we always sat together. Got in so much trouble with teachers because we talked so much. He was more chatty than me, if you can believe that." You chuckled. "Anyways, we were close, until suddenly Jack starts actin' all cold. Wouldn't talk to me, avoided me at lunch and in the halls, even stopped hangin' out after school. I couldn't figure out what the Hell I had done to offend him so much."

"Let me guess," you said. "You confronted him?"

Ted shook his head. "Almost. I had planned on it, but Jack beat me to it by showing up at my house. Didn't even come in before he started telling me he was mad at me because he thought I was tryna get with Millie Jackson, this pretty girl in our grade who Jack had a thing for. The only issue is I wasn't tryna get with Millie. We were partnered up for an assignment and spent time together outside school to work on it. The second we were finished, I never spoke to her again. But Jack thought that us spending time together meant we were dating."

You had been paying so much attention to Ted's story that you hadn't noticed you had arrived at your apartment. You turned to Ted, not able to look him in the eye. You had a feeling you knew why Ted was telling you this. "Jack must've felt silly when you told him."

"He did, and I told him that maybe if he had communicated his jealousy with me, then I could've told him that much sooner."

You stood in silence for a few moments. You wanted to run into your apartment and hide in your bed. Maybe you could really play off this "not feeling well" thing until Ted actually believed it.

Ted gently touched your chin, making you look up at him. He had a soft expression on his face, instead of an angry one like you were expecting. You weren't sure why you thought that when you had never seen Ted angry before.

"Why haven't you told me how you feel about Sassy?" he asked. His voice was so gentle. He was always just so gentle.

"I don't think there's anything to talk about," you said with a shrug.

"Darlin', you ran out of the party when you saw us together."

"How do you - ?"

"Sassy saw you and told me to go after you. She said she said something as a bad joke and figured she made you upset."

"How perceptive of her," you muttered.

"Now, there's no reason for you to be like that. You know what happened between Sassy and I is ancient history. I'm with you now, and I'd never do anything to hurt you. I love you."

"I know that, but it's not about you and Sassy. It's about how I feel like I can never measure up to Sassy because she's so beautiful and confident and just so...Sassy."

There was silence, your confession hanging in the air. You could feel all of your emotions rising again. You fought to keep them at bay, but there was another lump blocking your throat, trying desperately to break free.

"Sweetheart," Ted said.

God, fuck that fucking soft voice.

Tears started blurring your vision again. You couldn't brush them away before Ted was hugging you. He cradled your head against his chest with one hand while the other ran up and down your back soothingly."

"Now, you listen to me," he said. "You mean the world to me. I love you so much, and it's for who you are. Who you are. I don't want you to be anyone else, much less to be like Sassy. You are the one I want, only you."

"I know. I know it's stupid - "

"No," he cut you off, pulling you away to look at you. "No, don't say that. What you're feeling is not stupid. I don't want you to think you can't tell me how you're feeling."

"I know I can," you said. "I guess I was just worried that it was a silly insecurity. I thought I'd get over it eventually, but I guess seeing you both together really didn't help."

Ted wiped your tears with his thumbs. "It was all friendly, I promise. She was telling me how great she thinks you are. And you know how much I agree with that."

You rested your forehead against Ted's, smiling sheepishly at him. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Ain't nothin' to be sorry about, sweetheart." He kissed you, a quick peck but still filled with so much love that it made you lightheaded. "Why don't we go inside and watch a movie or somethin'?"

"What about Rebecca's party?"

"I'll text her. She'll understand. I want to spend the night with my girl instead."

You smiled. Ted took your hand as you unlocked your door, then you led him inside. You got undressed with Ted's help, and changed into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Ted changed into a pair of clothes he had left at your place. You both curled up on the couch under a blanket and turned on a movie. Neither of you really paid attention, though. You were too busy enjoying each other's company to pay attention.

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i’m sorry but that robber got to be in between matt’s thighs before i can is actually a hate crime. me next please.

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he took over a year off and cut you bitches some slack... tell a friend to tell a friend he's baaaaack

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Anytime bby 😘

scrub scrub ~ willy wonka;wonka

word count: 2883

request?: no

description: in which the quiet girl with the impossibly large debt opens up to the chocolate maker

pairing: willy wonka x female!reader

warnings: use of y/n, scrubitt and bleacher

this one is for @omeletdreamer

masterlist (one, two, three)

"What about her?"

Crunch turned to see who Willy was talking about. A young woman was scrubbing away at her assigned laundry. Where the others were open to meeting Willy and sharing their story with him, she had worked away, ignoring everyone else.

"That's (Y/N)," Crunch said. "She keeps to herself. We don't really know much about her."

Willy hummed in response, turning his attention back to her. He noticed her pausing what she was doing for just a second to glance over at him. When she saw Willy was already looking back at her, she quickly looked away. Her hands worked much quicker now, almost like she was trying to pretend she hadn't been caught.

Willy chuckled. "Well, I intend to change that."

Piper snorted. "Good luck with that, chocolate man. She's even quieter than Lottie. At least Lottie tries to interact with us."

"You're better off trying to have a meaningful conversation with Bleacher," Larry added.

Willy didn't respond. He knew the others would think he was crazy, and maybe he was, but he was going to get the quiet girl to talk to him. He had plenty of time to make it happen, after all.

~~~~~~

Willy was surprised to find out that the bedroom doors didn't lock at night, but then he remembered what Crunch had told him about the extra charges if someone tries to escape. Also, although Scrubitt and Bleacher were cruel people, Willy was sure they weren't cruel enough to block access to the bathrooms. At least, he hoped they weren't.

He hadn't been able to sleep. The events of the day had been playing in his head nonstop, preventing him from sleeping. He decided to try and go for a walk, even though it would only be around the wash house.

He figured he'd be the only one awake, but he noticed a dim light on in the main work area. Willy followed the light to find (Y/N) hunched over the mangle. One of her hands was limp on the crank while the other was on her lap, and her head was hanging forward. Upon closer inspection, Willy realized she was asleep. Hesitantly, he reached out to gently shake her shoulder. (Y/N) woke with a start, yelping when she realized she wasn't alone, which caused Willy to yelp as well.

"Shh!" (Y/N) snapped. "You'll wake the dog, and then the dog will wake Scrubitt!"

"Sorry, but someone screamed at me first," Willy retorted.

"I didn't scream. You startled me, so I yelped."

There was no use in arguing, because he really couldn't argue. He had woken her after all, so he had been the start of their accidental yelling match.

"What are you doing out here anyways?" he asked instead. "It's bedtime."

"I don't have time to sleep," she muttered.

"Seems like you were just sleeping."

(Y/N) glared at Willy before turning back to the mangle. She started turning the crank again. She was turning at such a slow pace that Willy knew she was completely exhausted. The circles under her eyes indicated that it wasn't the first night she had stayed up late.

"Why are you still working?" he asked. He didn't think she'd actually tell him, but he wasn't going to beat around the bush. If (Y/N) didn't want to tell him, then he'd drop the topic and just go back to his room.

To his surprise, she sighed and said, "I need to keep working. I can't stop."

"But why?"

Her movements slowed further until they stopped completely. She was staring blankly at the mangle. Willy could see that her eyes were starting to well up with tears, and he quickly regretted pushing the subject.

"My debt is much worse than anyone else's," she started. "Unlike everyone else, I was here for two nights before Scrubitt dropped the bombshell on me. I don't know why she waited. Extra cruelty I guess. Either way, they charged me double what everyone else got charged, you included I would imagine. So they told me I'd have to work here for roughly 60 years to pay off my debt."

"60 years?!" Willy said.

(Y/N) nodded. "And then ,despite Crunch's warnings, I tried to escape. I couldn't be trapped here for 60 years. I'll be well into my 80s by the time I'd get free. Of course, that stupid dog was at the door. Started barking like crazy. Bleacher and Scrubitt were down in seconds, almost like they were waiting. They threw me back in and tacked another 1000 onto my debt. She told me I'd be lucky to ever see the light of day again."

"But...I don't understand. Why do you work so much?"

"Because I ended up striking a deal with Scrubitt. She told me that instead of paying off my debt per day, I can work it off. How much I get cleaned and back to them will be a chunk of my debt taken off. So...I just work. I don't talk to the others, I barley sleep, I barley even eat."

"That's not healthy, (Y/N)."

"Staying in this wash house until I'm old and grey isn't healthy either. I need to get out. I can't spend my life in debt to those people."

Willy couldn't argue. His debt seemed so big and never ending, but his was only 27 years worth. He couldn't imagine having to face 60 years inside the wash house. At that point, everyone else who was currently there would be gone and new, poor souls would come in, but (Y/N) would still be there.

But even in the short few hours of Willy knowing (Y/N), he could see that her attempts to work off her debt was taking a toll on her. She looked absolutely exhausted, both physically and mentally. He was shocked she wasn't completely withering away before his eyes.

Willy reached out to touch her shoulder. (Y/N) jolted at the touch, pulling away. Willy figured that was a reasonable reaction. He spoke gently as he said, "You should go to bed."

She shook her head. "I can't. I need - "

"You need to sleep. All this hard work will be wasted if you drop dead from starvation and fatigue."

(Y/N) signed. She knew he had a point. She looked at the cloth that was halfway through the mangle. "Can I finish this one at least?"

"Why don't I help you with it?"

He placed his hand over hers on the handle. She didn't start this time when he touched her. Willy moved the handle of the mangle, watching as the cloth continued through it before coming out the other side. He also helped (Y/N) to fold it and add it with her pile for the day. She told him that Scrubitt would look over the pile during roll call and take off whatever the pile was worth from her debt. The pile was so big that Willy felt like it should be a large sum off of her debt, but knowing Scubitt she would probably take a single soverign.

Willy helped (Y/N) back to her room. He could tell the fatigue was starting to take her again. She was swaying as she walked to her room, mere moments from falling asleep. When they got to her door, she sheepishly smiled at him. "Thank you, Willy."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I never told you my name."

"I overheard Crunch introducing you earlier."

He chuckled. "I noticed you were watching."

"I wasn't very subtle."

There was a pause as (Y/N) reached for her doorknob. She quickly kissed Willy on the cheek, mumbling a soft, "Thank you" before slipping into her room.

Willy drifted back to his own room with a dreamy smile on his face.

~~~~~~

The next few days, Willy and (Y/N) became closer. She would greet him every morning, to the shock of the others. They would work together; sometimes Willy would slip some of his things onto her finished pile. No matter how much she argued against it, he still did it. It was only one or two, not enough to tip off Scrubitt but enough to help make a dent in her debt. He also started slipping her chocolates every now and then after he and Noodle started making them. At least he knew she was eating then, even if it was just a few chocolates.

The first time Willy and Noodle successfully slipped out of the wash house, Willy felt slightly guilty. He knew there was no guarantee that their escape plan would work, and it wasn't exactly a permanent escape plan, but once the two of them were outside Willy found himself feeling guilty for not inviting (Y/N) to come with them. She deserved to get to be outside, even for a short period of time. When his and Noodle's escape was successful, Willy found himself beyond excited to get back and invite (Y/N) on their next outing.

She was in her room, which Willy was glad to see. Most nights he noticed that she did go to bed when the rest of them did, which meant she was sleeping at least a little.

Willy softly knocked at the door. He excitedly bounced on his heels while he waited. He could barley contain himself as the doorknob turned and the door opened just a crack. (Y/N) peaked out at him before opening the door wide. "Wille? What are you doing?"

"Noddle and I got out?"

Her eyes widened. "You...you what?"

"I needed something for my chocolates, and we came up with a plan to go get it. And it worked!"

"Are you crazy?! What if you got caught?!"

"But we didn't! And I want you to come with us next time."

(Y/N)'s mouth opened and closed a few times. She tired to speak but it all came out as stutters. Finally, she managed to say, "I can't, Willy. If they catch us - "

"They won't! I promise. I have it all figured out. We'll be in and out, and Scrubitt and Bleacher will never know." He took hold of her hands. "(Y/N), please. Just one night."

She still looked conflicted. Willy was worried she'd say no. He'd respect her decision if she did, but he wanted her to be out. He wanted her to feel confident in the escape plan when it came time to open his chocolate shop so that she could come out with everyone else to see it.

Finally, (Y/N) said, "Okay."

Willy was beyond happy. He pulled (Y/N) into a hug, taking her by surprise. She couldn't help but chuckle at his excitement. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited at the prospect off getting out of the wash house. It wasn't a permanent escape, she couldn't risk attempting that and blowing her deal with Scrubitt and Bleacher, but it was a chance to be outside again. And she desperately needed that.

When Willy let her go, he said something about telling her the plan tomorrow, before rushing off to his room. (Y/N) was still smiling to herself as she closed her door and went back to bed.

~~~~~~

(Y/N) felt lightheaded as she breathed in the fresh air. She had been stuck inside the wash house for so long, constantly breathing in the smell of the cleaning supplies and steam from the hot water, that she didn't realize how cold and clean air was supposed to be. And it was chilly, instead of unbearably hot from the steam and hot water in such a small area.

It was freeing. For the first time in a very long time, (Y/N) felt free.

Willy couldn't help but smile at her.

"Hey," he said, pulling her from her moment. "I have something I want you to see."

The streets were completely empty, making everything very quiet. On normal occasions, that would probably be quite eerie. But for (Y/N), it was beautiful. It was all so peaceful. She tried to remind herself not to get used to it, but she wished she could. A life outside of the was house was so long ago that she could hardly remember it. She was suddenly yearning a lot more to free herself from Scrubitt and Bleacher.

Willy led (Y/N) to an empty building. He paused to look at her. "I know this may seem off, taking you to an empty building in the night, just us. But I need you to trust me."

She nodded. "I do."

He nodded back, then pushed open the door.

The building was empty, and desperately in need of a clean. (Y/N) could see the dust particles floating in the moonlight.

"What is this place?" she asked.

"Well...you know how I make chocolate?"

(Y/N) chuckled. "Yes, I'm very aware of that."

"Well, I came here to sell chocolate. To have my own store, to make people happy with my creations. I've had some bumps in the road, but I don't intend on letting that stop me. And this - " He made a grand gesture to the empty building. " - is going to be my shop."

(Y/N) smiled, but it didn't completely reach her eyes. "How do you intend to do that, though? I mean, I think it's a great dream to have, but Scrubitt will never let you out of the wash house to make it a reality."

"That's where this escape plan comes in. Noodle and I have Scrubitt and Bleacher so distracted that they have no idea when we're coming and going. I'm going to talk to the others and see if they'd be open to helping me set up this place. I already have the chocolate made, it's just putting my store together and getting the word out."

(Y/N) was quiet. When Willy looked at her, he noticed tears in her eyes. He quickly moved to comfort her, pulling her in for a hug.

"I like your dream," she said. "I like that you dream big. I just...I wish I could feel confident in helping you with your dream, but I...I don't know if I'll ever get free from the wash house. I don't think Scrubitt ever intends to actually let me go."

"Hey," Willy said, pulling her out at an arms length to look at her. "You will be free from there. I will make sure of it."

"You can't promise that."

"Yes I can. I will give every sovereign I make here to Scrubitt to pay off your debt, and then I'll pay off mine. I'll help the others too. Then we'll all be free. We can be free together."

"I can't let you do that, Willy."

"You're not letting me do anything. I want to do it. I want you to be with me."

Neither (Y/N) or Willy could've predicted what would happen next, but next thing they knew, their lips were touching. They weren't sure who had initiated the kiss, but they both knew they had wanted to do it so desperately that it didn't really matter who started it.

The kiss was quick as they both pulled away just as quickly as they had leaned in, but the spark it left was undeniable.

"I guess if you want to pay my debt, I can't stop you," (Y/N) said.

Willy chuckled and shook his head. "You can't."

(Y/N) rested her forehead against Willy's. He wanted to lean back in to kiss her again. He didn't think he ever wanted to stop kissing her. If it weren't for Noodle, and everyone else back at the wash house that he now considered his friends, he could be tempted to take (Y/N) and run away from here. Somewhere so far away that they wouldn't have to worry about the police dragging them back to Scrubitt and Bleacher. Somewhere that they could be free together, and run the chocolate shop properly without having to sneak around.

But he couldn't do that. He had more people he needed to help, and he wasn't about to concede to Slugworth, Fickelgruber, and Prodnose. He was going to start his chocolate shop right here, just like he planned. Except now, he had someone who made the dream so much more worth it.

"I think you're going to do great things, Willy," she told him. "I can feel it."

"I really hope I do."

To Willy's delight, she leaned in to kiss him again. He held her close, and they both allowed themselves to forget that this moment was only temporary. Soon enough, they'd have to go back to Scrubitt's and sneak their way back into the wash house. Willy wasn't too concerned about that, though. Besides the fact that he was very sure Scrubitt and Bleacher would still be preoccupied, he also didn't dread going back there anymore. Not when he could have (Y/N) in his arms like this. Because whether his chocolate shop failed or succeeded, whether or not he truly did make enough to pay off both of their debts to Scrubitt, Willy knew he would have (Y/N).

And right now, that's all he really needed.

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scrub scrub ~ willy wonka;wonka

word count: 2883

request?: no

description: in which the quiet girl with the impossibly large debt opens up to the chocolate maker

pairing: willy wonka x female!reader

warnings: use of y/n, scrubitt and bleacher

this one is for @omeletdreamer

masterlist (one, two, three)

"What about her?"

Crunch turned to see who Willy was talking about. A young woman was scrubbing away at her assigned laundry. Where the others were open to meeting Willy and sharing their story with him, she had worked away, ignoring everyone else.

"That's (Y/N)," Crunch said. "She keeps to herself. We don't really know much about her."

Willy hummed in response, turning his attention back to her. He noticed her pausing what she was doing for just a second to glance over at him. When she saw Willy was already looking back at her, she quickly looked away. Her hands worked much quicker now, almost like she was trying to pretend she hadn't been caught.

Willy chuckled. "Well, I intend to change that."

Piper snorted. "Good luck with that, chocolate man. She's even quieter than Lottie. At least Lottie tries to interact with us."

"You're better off trying to have a meaningful conversation with Bleacher," Larry added.

Willy didn't respond. He knew the others would think he was crazy, and maybe he was, but he was going to get the quiet girl to talk to him. He had plenty of time to make it happen, after all.

~~~~~~

Willy was surprised to find out that the bedroom doors didn't lock at night, but then he remembered what Crunch had told him about the extra charges if someone tries to escape. Also, although Scrubitt and Bleacher were cruel people, Willy was sure they weren't cruel enough to block access to the bathrooms. At least, he hoped they weren't.

He hadn't been able to sleep. The events of the day had been playing in his head nonstop, preventing him from sleeping. He decided to try and go for a walk, even though it would only be around the wash house.

He figured he'd be the only one awake, but he noticed a dim light on in the main work area. Willy followed the light to find (Y/N) hunched over the mangle. One of her hands was limp on the crank while the other was on her lap, and her head was hanging forward. Upon closer inspection, Willy realized she was asleep. Hesitantly, he reached out to gently shake her shoulder. (Y/N) woke with a start, yelping when she realized she wasn't alone, which caused Willy to yelp as well.

"Shh!" (Y/N) snapped. "You'll wake the dog, and then the dog will wake Scrubitt!"

"Sorry, but someone screamed at me first," Willy retorted.

"I didn't scream. You startled me, so I yelped."

There was no use in arguing, because he really couldn't argue. He had woken her after all, so he had been the start of their accidental yelling match.

"What are you doing out here anyways?" he asked instead. "It's bedtime."

"I don't have time to sleep," she muttered.

"Seems like you were just sleeping."

(Y/N) glared at Willy before turning back to the mangle. She started turning the crank again. She was turning at such a slow pace that Willy knew she was completely exhausted. The circles under her eyes indicated that it wasn't the first night she had stayed up late.

"Why are you still working?" he asked. He didn't think she'd actually tell him, but he wasn't going to beat around the bush. If (Y/N) didn't want to tell him, then he'd drop the topic and just go back to his room.

To his surprise, she sighed and said, "I need to keep working. I can't stop."

"But why?"

Her movements slowed further until they stopped completely. She was staring blankly at the mangle. Willy could see that her eyes were starting to well up with tears, and he quickly regretted pushing the subject.

"My debt is much worse than anyone else's," she started. "Unlike everyone else, I was here for two nights before Scrubitt dropped the bombshell on me. I don't know why she waited. Extra cruelty I guess. Either way, they charged me double what everyone else got charged, you included I would imagine. So they told me I'd have to work here for roughly 60 years to pay off my debt."

"60 years?!" Willy said.

(Y/N) nodded. "And then ,despite Crunch's warnings, I tried to escape. I couldn't be trapped here for 60 years. I'll be well into my 80s by the time I'd get free. Of course, that stupid dog was at the door. Started barking like crazy. Bleacher and Scrubitt were down in seconds, almost like they were waiting. They threw me back in and tacked another 1000 onto my debt. She told me I'd be lucky to ever see the light of day again."

"But...I don't understand. Why do you work so much?"

"Because I ended up striking a deal with Scrubitt. She told me that instead of paying off my debt per day, I can work it off. How much I get cleaned and back to them will be a chunk of my debt taken off. So...I just work. I don't talk to the others, I barley sleep, I barley even eat."

"That's not healthy, (Y/N)."

"Staying in this wash house until I'm old and grey isn't healthy either. I need to get out. I can't spend my life in debt to those people."

Willy couldn't argue. His debt seemed so big and never ending, but his was only 27 years worth. He couldn't imagine having to face 60 years inside the wash house. At that point, everyone else who was currently there would be gone and new, poor souls would come in, but (Y/N) would still be there.

But even in the short few hours of Willy knowing (Y/N), he could see that her attempts to work off her debt was taking a toll on her. She looked absolutely exhausted, both physically and mentally. He was shocked she wasn't completely withering away before his eyes.

Willy reached out to touch her shoulder. (Y/N) jolted at the touch, pulling away. Willy figured that was a reasonable reaction. He spoke gently as he said, "You should go to bed."

She shook her head. "I can't. I need - "

"You need to sleep. All this hard work will be wasted if you drop dead from starvation and fatigue."

(Y/N) signed. She knew he had a point. She looked at the cloth that was halfway through the mangle. "Can I finish this one at least?"

"Why don't I help you with it?"

He placed his hand over hers on the handle. She didn't start this time when he touched her. Willy moved the handle of the mangle, watching as the cloth continued through it before coming out the other side. He also helped (Y/N) to fold it and add it with her pile for the day. She told him that Scrubitt would look over the pile during roll call and take off whatever the pile was worth from her debt. The pile was so big that Willy felt like it should be a large sum off of her debt, but knowing Scubitt she would probably take a single soverign.

Willy helped (Y/N) back to her room. He could tell the fatigue was starting to take her again. She was swaying as she walked to her room, mere moments from falling asleep. When they got to her door, she sheepishly smiled at him. "Thank you, Willy."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I never told you my name."

"I overheard Crunch introducing you earlier."

He chuckled. "I noticed you were watching."

"I wasn't very subtle."

There was a pause as (Y/N) reached for her doorknob. She quickly kissed Willy on the cheek, mumbling a soft, "Thank you" before slipping into her room.

Willy drifted back to his own room with a dreamy smile on his face.

~~~~~~

The next few days, Willy and (Y/N) became closer. She would greet him every morning, to the shock of the others. They would work together; sometimes Willy would slip some of his things onto her finished pile. No matter how much she argued against it, he still did it. It was only one or two, not enough to tip off Scrubitt but enough to help make a dent in her debt. He also started slipping her chocolates every now and then after he and Noodle started making them. At least he knew she was eating then, even if it was just a few chocolates.

The first time Willy and Noodle successfully slipped out of the wash house, Willy felt slightly guilty. He knew there was no guarantee that their escape plan would work, and it wasn't exactly a permanent escape plan, but once the two of them were outside Willy found himself feeling guilty for not inviting (Y/N) to come with them. She deserved to get to be outside, even for a short period of time. When his and Noodle's escape was successful, Willy found himself beyond excited to get back and invite (Y/N) on their next outing.

She was in her room, which Willy was glad to see. Most nights he noticed that she did go to bed when the rest of them did, which meant she was sleeping at least a little.

Willy softly knocked at the door. He excitedly bounced on his heels while he waited. He could barley contain himself as the doorknob turned and the door opened just a crack. (Y/N) peaked out at him before opening the door wide. "Wille? What are you doing?"

"Noddle and I got out?"

Her eyes widened. "You...you what?"

"I needed something for my chocolates, and we came up with a plan to go get it. And it worked!"

"Are you crazy?! What if you got caught?!"

"But we didn't! And I want you to come with us next time."

(Y/N)'s mouth opened and closed a few times. She tired to speak but it all came out as stutters. Finally, she managed to say, "I can't, Willy. If they catch us - "

"They won't! I promise. I have it all figured out. We'll be in and out, and Scrubitt and Bleacher will never know." He took hold of her hands. "(Y/N), please. Just one night."

She still looked conflicted. Willy was worried she'd say no. He'd respect her decision if she did, but he wanted her to be out. He wanted her to feel confident in the escape plan when it came time to open his chocolate shop so that she could come out with everyone else to see it.

Finally, (Y/N) said, "Okay."

Willy was beyond happy. He pulled (Y/N) into a hug, taking her by surprise. She couldn't help but chuckle at his excitement. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited at the prospect off getting out of the wash house. It wasn't a permanent escape, she couldn't risk attempting that and blowing her deal with Scrubitt and Bleacher, but it was a chance to be outside again. And she desperately needed that.

When Willy let her go, he said something about telling her the plan tomorrow, before rushing off to his room. (Y/N) was still smiling to herself as she closed her door and went back to bed.

~~~~~~

(Y/N) felt lightheaded as she breathed in the fresh air. She had been stuck inside the wash house for so long, constantly breathing in the smell of the cleaning supplies and steam from the hot water, that she didn't realize how cold and clean air was supposed to be. And it was chilly, instead of unbearably hot from the steam and hot water in such a small area.

It was freeing. For the first time in a very long time, (Y/N) felt free.

Willy couldn't help but smile at her.

"Hey," he said, pulling her from her moment. "I have something I want you to see."

The streets were completely empty, making everything very quiet. On normal occasions, that would probably be quite eerie. But for (Y/N), it was beautiful. It was all so peaceful. She tried to remind herself not to get used to it, but she wished she could. A life outside of the was house was so long ago that she could hardly remember it. She was suddenly yearning a lot more to free herself from Scrubitt and Bleacher.

Willy led (Y/N) to an empty building. He paused to look at her. "I know this may seem off, taking you to an empty building in the night, just us. But I need you to trust me."

She nodded. "I do."

He nodded back, then pushed open the door.

The building was empty, and desperately in need of a clean. (Y/N) could see the dust particles floating in the moonlight.

"What is this place?" she asked.

"Well...you know how I make chocolate?"

(Y/N) chuckled. "Yes, I'm very aware of that."

"Well, I came here to sell chocolate. To have my own store, to make people happy with my creations. I've had some bumps in the road, but I don't intend on letting that stop me. And this - " He made a grand gesture to the empty building. " - is going to be my shop."

(Y/N) smiled, but it didn't completely reach her eyes. "How do you intend to do that, though? I mean, I think it's a great dream to have, but Scrubitt will never let you out of the wash house to make it a reality."

"That's where this escape plan comes in. Noodle and I have Scrubitt and Bleacher so distracted that they have no idea when we're coming and going. I'm going to talk to the others and see if they'd be open to helping me set up this place. I already have the chocolate made, it's just putting my store together and getting the word out."

(Y/N) was quiet. When Willy looked at her, he noticed tears in her eyes. He quickly moved to comfort her, pulling her in for a hug.

"I like your dream," she said. "I like that you dream big. I just...I wish I could feel confident in helping you with your dream, but I...I don't know if I'll ever get free from the wash house. I don't think Scrubitt ever intends to actually let me go."

"Hey," Willy said, pulling her out at an arms length to look at her. "You will be free from there. I will make sure of it."

"You can't promise that."

"Yes I can. I will give every sovereign I make here to Scrubitt to pay off your debt, and then I'll pay off mine. I'll help the others too. Then we'll all be free. We can be free together."

"I can't let you do that, Willy."

"You're not letting me do anything. I want to do it. I want you to be with me."

Neither (Y/N) or Willy could've predicted what would happen next, but next thing they knew, their lips were touching. They weren't sure who had initiated the kiss, but they both knew they had wanted to do it so desperately that it didn't really matter who started it.

The kiss was quick as they both pulled away just as quickly as they had leaned in, but the spark it left was undeniable.

"I guess if you want to pay my debt, I can't stop you," (Y/N) said.

Willy chuckled and shook his head. "You can't."

(Y/N) rested her forehead against Willy's. He wanted to lean back in to kiss her again. He didn't think he ever wanted to stop kissing her. If it weren't for Noodle, and everyone else back at the wash house that he now considered his friends, he could be tempted to take (Y/N) and run away from here. Somewhere so far away that they wouldn't have to worry about the police dragging them back to Scrubitt and Bleacher. Somewhere that they could be free together, and run the chocolate shop properly without having to sneak around.

But he couldn't do that. He had more people he needed to help, and he wasn't about to concede to Slugworth, Fickelgruber, and Prodnose. He was going to start his chocolate shop right here, just like he planned. Except now, he had someone who made the dream so much more worth it.

"I think you're going to do great things, Willy," she told him. "I can feel it."

"I really hope I do."

To Willy's delight, she leaned in to kiss him again. He held her close, and they both allowed themselves to forget that this moment was only temporary. Soon enough, they'd have to go back to Scrubitt's and sneak their way back into the wash house. Willy wasn't too concerned about that, though. Besides the fact that he was very sure Scrubitt and Bleacher would still be preoccupied, he also didn't dread going back there anymore. Not when he could have (Y/N) in his arms like this. Because whether his chocolate shop failed or succeeded, whether or not he truly did make enough to pay off both of their debts to Scrubitt, Willy knew he would have (Y/N).

And right now, that's all he really needed.

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ted lasso nsfw headcanon

warnings: smut, as always

also, ted lasso fics on the way ;)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ted will not let himself rest until he knows you are properly taken care of after sex. Cleaned - whether it be with a wash cloth, or a bath, or a shower. Properly cuddled, proper words of praise afterwards. The whole nine yards.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ted's an old fashioned guy; his favorite body parts on both of you are your hands. He loves to touch you, to hold you. He loves the things he can do with his hands, the noises he can get just from his hands. And he loves your hands because he loves to hold them, and he loves the feeling of them on him. On his chest when you're cuddling, in his hair when his head is on your lap, around his...well, you get the idea.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He prefers to cum in you. For one, less of a clean up afterwards, but also he likes how it makes him feel like he's claiming you.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Maybe it's not too much of a secret per say, but Ted is definitely a soft dom. Usually more so on the soft side, but he can be very dominant when he wants to be.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ted is much more experienced than anyone thinks. There's Michelle and Sassy of course, but his body count is higher than what you'd expect.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ted is a pretty basic guy, and a romantic guy, so his favorite position is missionary. Being able to see your face, to kiss you all over said face, to be pressed against you completely as he makes love to you. It drives him crazy.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Guys...come on...this is Ted we're talking about. Of course it's gonna be goofy.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ted keeps his nether regions as groomed as he keeps his face. Take that however you want.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's definitely quite romantic. He likes it to be all about you and your pleasure, and he likes to set a romantic mood when getting intimate. But, it is also Ted we're talking about, so sometimes the romance gets lost unintentionally when he gets to talking.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Since Ted has to often travel for work, and you can't always go with him, so he often has to resort to jacking off during away games. But that's the only time he ever really does it. If you're both home in Richmond, then you're having sex. That's it.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink 110%. He loves to praise you, and he loves to get praise.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Well, the bed of course. But Ted loves to have sex just about anywhere. His entire apartment has been christened, as well as any hotel room at away games that you've been able to go to. Even his office at the club has seen some action, not that he has told anyone about that.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

There's a number of things that turn Ted on. As cliche as it sounds, just his love for you is his biggest turn on. Just getting to be with you, to see you, any of that can cause him to be in the mood. Besides that, there's the obvious of seeing you naked or scantily clad, and whenever the team wins a game it definitely gets him going for some post-winning sex.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you, like being especially rough during sex, and no degrading.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ted is a giver 100%. He won't turn down head, obviously, but he definitely prefers to make you feel good. And he is extremely good at doing that.

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's definitely slow and sensual. He likes to make it last and to really enjoy himself. Except for that one time in his office.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't love quickies, but sometimes it's a necessity. Sometimes the alarm goes off a little too late and he doesn't wanna leave for work before giving you pleasure. Sometimes you're both running behind before check out, and before the bus is scheduled to leave, so you gotta finish what you started quicker than you'd prefer.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Well one time in his office...

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ted can do multiple rounds, but usually spread out during the day. He's all for starting the day with sex and ending it with sex, and if there's time in between he wants to do it at least once more. But if it's been a long day at work, or a long bus ride back from an away game, then he's usually very low to no stamina.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I can't see Ted as a toy guy. He seems very old fashioned - if he needs to do the job on himself he'll do it manually. I don't think he'd be against bringing toys in the bedroom if a partner asked just to spice things up, but I think he just prefers to do it himself. He'd definitely buy you a toy of your choosing for when he's at away games, though, because he'd want you to feel good even when he's not home.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You're more of a tease than he is. You'll send him dirty texts while he's working, sometimes some naughty pictures too. You make sure he is completely pent up and teased by the time he gets home.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sassy has already confirmed that Ted is quite vocal during sex. More so talkative than sex noises, though. Ted for sure talks you through it, as well as gets off on his signature Ted Lasso tangents mid sex. You find it incredibly enduring that he's perfectly himself even during the most intimate moments.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I don't really have anything for this one, so I'd say let your mind wander ;)

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

You know that AO3 tag "Ted Lasso's canonically huge dick"?

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He always wants you. The two of you are like a couple horny teenagers who can't get enough of each other.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on when it happens, or how tired he is when it happens. Obviously if it's morning sex he's not falling asleep afterwards. But if it's at the end of the day, after a very long day of travel, or a long day of work, he may fight the sleep a little bit but always ends up losing.

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Hey y’all!

Just wanted to let you guys know that I’m still here and I’m still writing!! I’ve had some stuff on the go lately that took my attention away from writing, and then when I got back to writing I was focusing on a fic I wrote for AO3 (follow me over there it’s the same username as here !!).

And then, to top it all off, the charger for my laptop broke!! I haven’t gotten a new charger just yet, so for the time being I’ve been writing fics in one of my notebooks to be typed up when I can either a) get to the library to do it, or b) can get a new charger.

I promise I’m still here and I’m still working on stuff!! I’ll have fics up as soon as I possibly can!

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SERENA WILLIAMS during Kendrick Lamar’s Halftime Show at Super Bowl LIX

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secrets in the cold ~ rj "mac" macready;the thing

word count: 3186

request?: no

description: in which the only woman on the base, predictably, ends up falling for one of her teammates, but they decide not to tell the rest of the base

pairing: rj "mac" macready x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

Every day I mentally reminded myself to thank our bosses when our trip ended for making such a sound structure to keep the cold out.

When I was approached to be one of the medical advisors on this trip, I was hesitant. Besides the fact that it was an extended stay in the Arctic during the coldest and stormiest time of the year, I was also set to be the only woman in a crew of 12 men. I had met 2 of the 12 before, but the rest were going to be total strangers. So it wasn't a surprise why I was a bit cautious to say yes. But it was a big opportunity for me career wise, so I did eventually say yes.

Within a matter of days, I became close with my crewmates. They were a nice group of guys, and they didn't treat me any different just because I was a woman. Some of them liked to tease me about "not falling in love with them" since we'd be stuck together for so long, but I knew it was always in jest.

I was the last person awake. I could hear everyone else bustling about in the compound; Nauls' music loudly playing as he made breakfast; the sound of pool balls clacking against one another; Copper yapping away about something or other that I'm sure no one cared about.

I rolled out of bed and pulled on my clothes. Opening the door caused the distant noises to grow louder. I moved down the hallway to the communal area, where almost everyone was gathered. The only two missing were Nauls, who was in the kitchen, and Mac, who I was sure was in his own shack still.

"Jesus, Palmer," I said as I entered the room. "You need to start going outside when you're smoking. This place reeks of weed."

"It's too cold outside," Palmer said.

"Can't handle a little cold, Palmer?" Childs teased.

They started bickering, so I took it as my opportunity to slip out to the kitchen. Nauls' boombox drowned out the noise of the other men. He was gliding across the kitchen on his rollerblades, as usual. He made them seem so easy to use, but I knew I'd have both ankles broken if I tried to use a pair of rollerblades.

"Anything good to eat, chef?!" I called over his music.

He turned and smiled before turning down the music. "Well, good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I was just making breakfast for you and Mac. Everyone else scarfed down the first round."

"Mac hasn't been down for breakfast yet?" Nauls shook his head. "Want to throw his into a container and I'll bring it to him?"

Nauls gave me a look, but I pretneded like I didn't see him.

While Nauls finished cooking, I made some coffee and put it in a travel mug. Nauls put Mac's food in a container, and then got a second container and put my breakfast in it. I mumbled a thank you and grabbed everything. The other guys were still loudly speaking as I passed by, so no one noticed me going towards the door. I pulled on my giant winter jacket, pulled up the furry hood, and stuffed my feet into my winter boots.

No matter how long we stated out here, I could never get used to the cold. When I opened the door to the compound, the cold hit me in the face like a brick. It took my breath away for a few seconds. Luckily, it wasn't a windy day, and it wasn't snowing. It was just bitterly cold. I trudged across the snowy lands to Mac's shack. I climbed the stairs to his door, and opened it to let myself in. I rarely ever knocked on his door, and he knew there was only one person who would let themselves in.

Mac was playing chess on his computer as usual. His eyes slowly drifted from the screen to me, and he smiled. I couldn't help but smile back as I raised the food and the coffee to show him.

"You're an angel," he said.

"A cold angel," I said, my voice shaking from the cold.

Mac extended his arms to me. "Come over, let me warm you."

I shrugged out of my coat and put down our food and his coffee, and pretty well ran to Mac's waiting embrace. He chuckled, adjusted me on his lap, and enveloped me into his warmth.

So, remember when I said about the guys joking about me falling in love with one of them? Well, it may not have been just a joke with Mac.

I still don't quite know when I started developing feelings for Mac. I knew from the start that he was a gorgeous man, even before he grew out his hair and beard and became extra gorgeous. But I never saw Mac as some romantic interest or anything. He was an attractive man who could fly our helicopter. That was it. Until one day, it wasn't. One day I became much more aware of Mac when he was close to me; of his voice when he laughed; of the feeling of his hands against mine when he was teaching me the controls of the helicopter.

It took me a while to understand what was going on, and when I did, I had one thought: "Oh shit."

Mac made the first move, and effectively surprised me when he did. We were in a similar situation to this: in his shack, except i was next to him and not on his lap, and his chess game was going before us. He had been teaching me to play because i was bored with everything else inside the compound. I wasn't any good, but he kept assuring me it took practice. After my third loss in a row, I was ready to give up. I told him it wasn't fun, he told me it could be once I learned how to play, I told him it was a stupid game. He laughed, and I laughed. Then he was kissing me.

We found a different way to pass the time that day.

We said we'd keep it a secret from the rest of the crew because we didn't want them to tease us over it or make a big deal, but I think we both knew deep down that there was another reason. Once this mission ended, once we went back home and weren't forced in such close proximity, would we still be together? Would there be a real relationship, or was it just a product of being stuck in isolation together?

I tried not to think about it. I just wanted to enjoy this time with him, however fleeting it was.

"Nauls might be on to us," I told Mac. "He gave me a look when I said I'd bring you breakfast."

"Nauls notices more than he lets on," Mac replied. "But I'm not worried about that."

I guess I wasn't either. Wouldn't have to sneak around anymore if the guys ended up figuring it out.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. "I brought coffee, too."

"I have my warming drink already." Mac held up a glass that had been placed next to his computer.

I turned in his arms to playfully glare at him. "It's too early for that."

"Never too early in the Arctic."

He raised the glass for another swig, but I managed to grab it before he could. I was off his lap and across the room before he could stop me. I replaced the whiskey with the coffee I had brought him, then dumped the liquor outside. It proved to be a punishment for me as a rush of freezing air rushed into the shack at me. Mac laughed as I shivered.

"That's what you get for wasting perfectly good whiskey."

"You don't need to be drinking already! What if we need to go out on the helicopter later?"

"I've flown with a few drinks in me before."

"Remind me never to fly with you again."

He chuckled as I passed him his breakfast. I sat with him again with my own food. We ate in silence for a while. Not an awkward silence, a very comfortable one. We spent a lot of time just sitting in silence, enjoying each other's company. Sometimes it was needed after spending a day with the guys, but mostly we just felt comfortable spending time together in silence. There was no need to fill the silence with small talk or awkward banter.

Once we finished eating, I collected our containers and utensils and stood. "I should get back to the compound. I'll bring all this back for Nauls to clean."

"You're going already?" Mac asked. I couldn't look at him, because I knew if I did then I wouldn't leave.

"Well...I've been here a while." I shrugged, as if that was enough of an answer.

"What does that mean?" he asked. I shrugged again, still not looking at him. I was reaching for my jacket, when suddenly Mac was behind me, a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, seriously, why are you rushing out?"

I took a deep breath before turning to look at Mac. As I predicted, just one look made me want to stay. He had a way of doing that, whether it was intentional or not I still wasn't sure.

"I don't want the guys to notice how long I've been gone," I admitted.

Mac chuckled. "If I had to guess, they probably don't even know that you're here."

"Nauls knows."

A look of understanding crossed Mac's face. "You're worried because Nauls knows about us."

I felt the need to defend myself, so quickly I added, "It's not like I care if anyone knows. I mean, this would all be a lot easier if the guys did know. We wouldn't have to sneak around or pretend anymore."

"But you're still worried."

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "A little. We've kept it a secret this long, it's kind of...scary to have the guys find out now."

Mac put both hands on my shoulders, moving closer to me. "Listen, I'm not trying to invalidate how you're feeling or anything, but I do know that if anyone here found out about us, they would not care. The only reason I said we should keep this to ourselves is that once they find out, we will not know a moment of peace. There will be constant jokes and teasing about it, but no one is going to be upset. I don't know why they would. We're two grown adults engaging in a relationship that we're both consenting to. There was nothing in the job description to say that wasn't allowed."

I chuckled. I knew he was right, but still there was something gnawing at me in worry about anyone finding out. In the back of my head a little voice was reminding me of how unsure the future of this relationship was, but I tried to tune it out.

"I'm still gonna go back to the compound," I told him. "I'll come back up later?"

He nodded. "I'll be down later. We can sneak up afterwards, maybe."

"Like two teenagers."

Mac chuckled and leaned forward to kiss me. My heart tugged after him as he pulled away, willing me to stay there. But I forced myself to pull my coat back on and to go out into the cold.

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It didn't take long for me to wish I had stayed in Mac's shack. Upon returning to the compound, I was met with the cacophony of noise once again. The guys talking, Nauls' music, the various sounds of what the guys were doing to pass the time. As predicted, none of them had noticed I was gone. Norris had caught me hanging up my coat as I came back in, but when I told him I was just bringing something to Mac, he shrugged and went back to his room, no questions asked.

I spent a few hours reading one of the books that had recently been sent. Every so often, when Windows could reach our bosses, we would put out requests for certain things to be brough to the base. Usually some resources, like food or medical supplies, but sometimes we would ask for things to be brought for entertainment purposes. I'd always ask for books. However many they wanted to send me. I would tell them to get my sister to go to my apartment and take a few off my bookshelf to send, so that I knew I would like them and not be sent some random picks from our higher ups. I was in my room, trying to get away from the noise so I could read, when Mac had come into the compound. I heard his voice first talking to the other guys, and then he was in my doorway.

I looked up at him, and he looked back at me. We didn't say anything, but I still blushed under his gaze, and he still smiled, probably a bit cocky at how he could make me feel with just a look.

I joined the rest of the group a little while after that. I put my book aside and walked down the hall to find everyone sitting around the table. Well, almost everyone. Garry and Blair were off to the side, watching but not really taking part. Childs was dealing the cards when I walked in. He looked up at me and said, "Hey, look who's finally joining us."

"Can you blame a girl for wanting to take a break from you morons sometimes?" I teased. "What are we playing?"

"Poker," Childs responded. "You want in?"

"I've never played before," I admitted. "I'll watch a few rounds and see if I can pick up on it."

"It's not that hard," Bennings said. "It shouldn't take too long to pick up on it. Mac, move over so she can pull a chair over to watch us."

Mac gave me a look that I hoped none of the other guys had caught. He moved his chair over enough for me to slip another chair between him and Bennings. When I sat down, we were pressed together. I tried not to focus too much on how close together we were.

I watched the guys play a few rounds. Bennings was definitely the right one to sit next to because he was winning every round. The only one he hadn't won, Mac had won instead. I was feeling a bit confident that I could play, so the next round I had Childs deal me in. Turns out, I was a little quick to have this level of confidence because the first round I lost terribly.

"Maybe you should've spectated one more time," Palmer said.

"Maybe you should shut up," I retorted, sticking out my tongue for good measure. Everyone laughed.

"Do you wanna play again?" Childs asked as he started shuffling the cards again.

I shrugged. "Yeah, why not? I won't learn if I don't play."

"We should make it interesting," Windows said. "Strip poker, anyone?"

I was ready with another playful retort, knowing that Windows was not serious in his suggestion, but Mac cut me off with a snap, "Shut the fuck up, Windows."

A tense silence filled the room. Everyone turned to look at Mac, who definitely was not happy with Windows' suggestion.

"Mac," I said, my voice a little soft. "It's fine."

"I wasn't serious, man," Windows said. "You know none of us think that way about her."

Mac's eyes fell down to the table in front of him. I could see that he was still annoyed, but also that he was realizing his outburst was uncalled for. I glanced around the table and saw all the guys were still facing us, still a little confused by Mac's sudden anger.

So, I decided to make things a little clearer.

"And you know the only person here I'd get naked for is you."

The silence lasted all of five seconds before the guys were all saying, "What?!"

Mac's eyes met mine, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. His hand started inching towards mine, so I nodded, giving him the silent go ahead to hold my hand in front of all of our crewmembers. That definitely sealed the deal for them, and suddenly we were being asked a number of different questions all at once.

"MacReady, you bastard," Childs said, clapping Mac on the back. "Only you would get the one woman in this place to fall for your charm."

"I think it may have been the other way around," I said. "He was the one to make the first move."

"You fucking dog!" Windows said.

We hadn't noticed Gary until he was stood between Fuchs and Windows, directly across the table from us so he could perfectly stare us down. The table suddenly went quiet again, facing our commander.

"If you're about to tell us that this interferes with our mission in some way," Mac started, "then just stop, because it doesn't. Us being together isn't going to affect how I fly a helicopter, or how she conducts medical procedures with Cooper."

"The higher ups will want to hear about it," Gary said. "Whether it interferes or not, you two are engaging in a relationship with a crew member, and that's something that will need to be brought up to the board."

I felt my ears growing hot. I wanted to snap at Gary, because there truthfully was no need to tell anyone about this. Like Mac had said, there was no interreference because we were together. Nothing was going to change just because we were dating.

But I was glad I had kept it to myself when Gary smiled and said, "But we can discuss it with them when the mission is over."

I almost deflated into Mac's arms as Gary told us he was happy for us, then went to sit back down with Blair. Everyone was ready to move on from the news, so Childs started dealing the cards again.

"I guess we won't have to sneak back to my place like two teenagers after all," Mac told me.

"Maybe I can actually stay the night, too."

He smiled at me. "I guess I can make room in that small bed for one more person. Just means we'll have to be real close all night."

"If you two are gonna talk about your sex lives, can you do it when you're not with us?" Bennings asked. "Some of us don't have a chance in Hell of getting sex until this mission ends, so we don't need it rubbed in our faces."

"That sounds do-able," Mac said, tossing his cards in front of him and standing. "Let's go back to my shack and have all sorts of sex."

The guys exclaimed in disgust as I stood and followed Mac's lead.

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extreme jealousy ~ thomas shelby;peaky blinders

word count: 2075

request?: no

description: in which she’s finally had enough of thomas shelby when he supposedly kills the man she’s been having a fling with

pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

Tommy was in his study when he heard the sound of his front door slamming shut. He knew exactly who it was. He had left the door unlocked for her, anticipating her appearance.

When she appeared in the doorway, her jaw was clenched and one of her hands was balled into a fist. Tommy simply glanced up from his paper work at her. “Hello, (Y/N).”

“You absolute fucking prick,” she sneered. “You fucking killed Alfie?!”

Tommy sighed, as if (Y/N)’s outburst was an inconvenience to him. “(Y/N) - ”

“No!” she cut him off. “I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit you have cooked up to tell me to try and justify what you did.”

If she was pissed off upon her arrival, then (Y/N) became furious when Tommy took off his glasses and placed them on his desk, then stood and calmly walked to his assortment of liquor. He picked up two glasses, without asking (Y/N) if she wanted one. He knew she’d just continue to throw profanities at him anyways. He dropped two ice cubes each into the glasses and poured them a glass of whiskey each.

Tommy didn’t have to ask how she found out about Alfie so quickly, because he had sent someone to tell her. The moment he knew he would have to kill Alfie, he called for Johnny Dogs to come with him. Johnny was confused at first, thinking Tommy was requesting backup for his meeting. However, when they arrived, Tommy explained he wanted Johnny to witness what was happening, and once it was finished, he wanted Johnny to go tell (Y/N) what had happened.

The news would’ve gotten to her either way, he knew. The smallest kindness he could give her was to make sure she knew right away, and that she knew the truth.

Mostly the truth.

When he offered her the glass, Tommy didn’t expect her to simply take it. He figured she would’ve hurtled the liquor at him, the glass too. He didn’t expect the offering to go well. To his surprise, however, (Y/N) looked at him for a long time before snatching the glass from his hand. She downed the contents in one gulp before handing the glass back to Tommy. Despite his amusement, Tommy knew better than to smile or chuckle.

“Alfie betrayed us,” he explained, as he handed (Y/N) his own glass and went to pour more whiskey into the empty glass for himself. “He gave Changretta information that led to Arthur almost getting murdered. You know I could not let the betrayal go, but especially not when my family’s life is on the line.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “You put your own family’s lives on the line all the time.”

“I never make them do something that could kill them. I calculate very move - ”

“Oh, bullshit,” (Y/N) cut him off. “I’ve known you long enough, Tommy. You don’t calculate shit. You send anyone out into the line of fire, and you get lucky enough that no one gets killed.”

There was a tense silence. (Y/N) had a moment of realization about what she said. She let out a heavy sigh and uttered a soft, “I’m sorry.”

Tommy simply took a sip of his drink. (Y/N) mirrored him, drinking this glass much slower than the last.

“You didn’t have to kill him,” she finally said. Her tone was a little more calm, but Tommy could still hear the anger.

“I had to prove a lesson.”

“You could’ve done that without fucking killing him, Tommy!”

“There’s no other way, (Y/N). If I just wounded him but let him live, it would put out a different message about me and about the Peaky Blinders. It would let everyone know that you can betray us and get away with it.”

(Y/N) was shaking her head. In the dim light of Tommy’s office, he could see tears welling up in her eyes. He had to look away from her so she didn’t see how much her upset was affecting him.

“It’s not just the betrayal,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “I know it’s not. You were looking for any reason to get rid of Alfie since you found out about us.”

Tommy’s hand tightened around his glass.

It had been merely a month ago that Tommy had walked into Alfie Solomon’s office and found him with (Y/N) on his lap. Luckily, their clothes were still on and nothing indecent was happening. If he had shown up a few minutes later they probably would’ve been, but all he walked in on was the two of them making out. (Y/N) was quickly off Alfie’s lap and out the door after Tommy’s interruption, muttering something about seeing Tommy later. Alfie nonchalantly explained to Tommy that he and (Y/N) had been fucking around for a while now.

Even now, Alfie’s explanation made Tommy angry. “Fucking around”, not even “seeing each other”, which would’ve indicated that Alfie saw (Y/N) as more than just someone to call for a quick fuck. And Tommy thought she deserved more than that.

Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

“It has nothing to do with you,” he told her.

“Bullshit!” (Y/N) snapped. “You need to have control over everyone in your life. You never liked Alfie, even though you two are exactly alike. So when you realized you were losing control over me because I was with Alfie, you wanted a reason to get rid of him! It’s not fucking fair, Tommy! You can’t keep controlling everyone just because you think you’re fucking God! We are all human beings, we are not your playthings!”

As she ranted, Tommy approached (Y/N). He grabbed hold of her shoulders and forced her to look at him. “(Y/N), Alfie isn’t dead!”

(Y/N) stopped talking abruptly. She furrowed her brows at him, as if she didn’t believe him. “But...Johnny Dogs came to my place. He said he was there, he said he saw you shoot Alfie in the eye. He said...he said you left him on the beach.”

Tommy sighed. He hadn’t planned on telling (Y/N) the truth, that he hadn’t actually killed Alfie. The more people who thought Alfie was actually dead, the better. Just like with their plan to fake Arthur’s death. But he couldn’t stand to have (Y/N) here yelling at him over Alfie’s fake death any longer. He thought he could convince her it was the right thing to do, but the more angry she was, the more he was afraid he was actually pushing her away.

“The shot missed,” he admitted. “It grazed Alfie’s cheek instead. After I sent Johnny Dogs to your place, I went back to check for myself. Alfie was still breathing, albeit he was bleeding out quickly. I made some calls, had some people go get him and patch him up so he wouldn’t die. And I sent a message to him to get the fuck out of Birmingham once he was fully recovered. I may have let him live, but he still betrayed us and my message still needed to be heard.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were searching Tommy’s face, trying to see if there was a hint of dishonesty. Finally, she asked, “Where is he?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Fuck sakes, Tommy!” She broke away from him, her anger ignited again.

Now, Tommy was starting to get frustrated as well. He thought telling (Y/N) would mean she would drop the subject. That she would stop getting angry with him and they could move on from Alfie. So, he also snapped, “I don’t want you to see Alfie anymore!”

“Why?!”

“Because I’m in love with you!”

The whole room fell still. (Y/N) literally took a step back at Tommy’s outburst. He wanted desperately to take it back, but it was out there now. He turned away from her and went to filled his glass again, which had managed to go empty in the last few minutes.

(Y/N) finally broke the silence to say, “So...did you kill - try to kill Alfie...because you were jealous?”

Tommy let out a humorless laugh. “I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t part of the reason.”

“But...but Lizzie...”

Tommy sighed. Indeed, Lizzie.

The woman who was currently carrying his child. The woman who he held such a high regard for. The woman he had used when he was missing Grace a little and was heartbroken after seeing Alfie and (Y/N) together. A brief moment of vulnerability that resulted in a child.

“I intend to marry Lizzie,” Tommy admitted. “I have to. I respect her too much to let her give birth to a bastard child.”

“But you don’t love her.”

Tommy shook it head. “She doesn’t love me, either. We’ve both established that. We accidentally created a child together, and the right thing to do in this situation is to be married so that Lizzie isn’t a mother out of wedlock and the child isn’t a bastard.”

Tears were welling up in (Y/N)’s eyes again. “Well then, you’ve managed to break my heart twice in one day, Tommy.”

(Y/N) had turned and left his office before Tommy would comprehend what she had said. He was quick to put down his glass and race after her. She was taking quick strides to get to the door before he could reach her, but in the end Tommy was faster. He took hold of her shoulders again, stopping her in her tracks and turning her to face him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Just let it go, Tommy.”

“No. (Y/N), what do you mean I broke your heart twice?”

She was crying now, unable to stop the flow of tears. She looked up into Tommy’s eyes and said, “The first time you broke my heart was when you sent Johnny Dogs to tell me you killed Alfie. The second time was when you told me you loved me and made me think I had a chance, before telling me you intend on marrying another woman.”

Tommy could hardly comprehend what he was hearing. There was no way (Y/N) was admitting to loving him back. It just seemed impossible. Moments ago she was screaming at him for killing the man she was seeing (”fucking around with”), and now she was telling him that he had broken her heart by telling her he intended on marrying Lizzie. It just seemed too good to be true.

“Can you let me go?” she asked, her voice small. “I don’t think I can be here with you anymore, Tommy.”

He didn’t let her go. Instead, he pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. It was an impulsive decision. He couldn’t let her leave like this.

When she pulled away, he let her. He let go of her, even though it risked her running off. He wouldn’t force her to stay there if she didn’t want to, but he couldn’t let her leave thinking that she had no chance of being with him.

But she didn’t leave. Instead, all she said was, “Lizzie...”

“I can work something out with Lizzie,” he said. “Maybe not marriage, but something. It’s my child she’s carrying, she’s got personal connections to the Peaky Blinders. Even if I don’t marry her, I can still make sure she is protected and respected.”

“But you just said - ”

“(Y/N),” he cut her off. “If you want me, then you will have me. There will be no one else. All you have to do is say the word, and it’ll just be you.”

A chuckle escaped her lips. “Of course, Tommy.”

Tommy wasted no time in taking (Y/N) into his arms and kissing her again. This time, she leaned into him. She let him envelope her in his embrace and hold her completely to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close.

“I’m still a little mad at you for making me believe you shot Alfie,” she mumbled against his lips.

Tommy chuckled. “It’s part of the job, love. You’ll have to get used to it.”

“As long as you’re no the one getting shot in the face, then I think I can be okay with it.”

He kissed her again. He never wanted to stop kissing her.

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nature trip ~ sergei "kraven" kravinoff;marvel

word count: 2675

request?: no

description: in which she's on a camping trip to explore and connect with nature, and she doesn't expect to run into anyone else

pairing: kraven x female!reader

warnings: swearing, one use of y/n, scary encounter with a jaguar but no one is harmed, mentions of cheating

masterlist (one, two, three)

My friends thought I was crazy when I told them I was going to northern Russia for a nature trip. Of all the places to go, they said, why would I want to go to Russia? Nobody understood that there was some of the most beautiful places in Russia, places that were hardly ever explored because everyone thought the same way as my friends did. Going there meant it was way less likely for me to run into anyone else. I could explore on my own, take in nature, reconnect with it. It's what I needed after the last few months.

My first night was very peaceful. I had set up camp far enough in a wooded area that, on the off chance anyone else was around, they wouldn't come across my camp. It was a warm enough night that I didn't need to have the extra cover on my tent and I could watch the stars before I drifted off to sleep. I woke up early enough to make myself breakfast from the small amount of food I had brought with me, pack up my camp, and set off to explore.

That is when things became much less peaceful.

I had found a trail to take. I was considering taking a break anyways. I had been walking so long that my legs were starting to hurt, and my water bottle was starting to run empty. So, I was in search of any body of water I could fill my bottle with and could sit down next to, when I heard the low growl.

I stopped. When there was no follow up noise, I was sure I had imagined it. But then I heard rustling, and then I saw the jaguar.

She was large, even at such a distance I could tell. She was low to the ground, stalking towards me; a predator stalking her prey. My heart was pounding so hard. I knew she could hear it. Predators knew when their prey was afraid, after all.

I knew coming across wildlife was likely. I thought it was something I'd be prepared for. But in that moment, I had never felt less prepared. My only thought was fight or flight, but I knew I'd never win a fight with a jaguar, and I likely wouldn't out run one either. I was completely helpless, with a large, snarling jaguar inching closer to me.

Suddenly, I wasn't alone. I thought I had imagined hearing more rustling, but then someone was stood in front of me. It was a man, and I truly had no idea where he came from. I could've sworn I was the only person out here. There hadn't been another campsite as far as I could tell.

He was stood between the jaguar and I, almost shielding me from her.

"Back down, girl," he said. His voice was both gentle and stern somehow. "This is not an enemy."

The jaguar lowered herself to the ground. She was still on alert, but it seemed like she was trusting this man. Her eyes kept flickering between us, a slight snarl still curled on her lips.

"Hey!" The jaguar's eyes snapped to him. "She's good. She's not here to hurt anyone. Walk away."

Her eyes found me again. I felt like she was studying me. I felt the need to shift so she could see my camping gear and understand that I wasn't going to hurt her. Not that she needed that reassurance. I'm sure we both knew she could easily take me down if she wanted to.

To my surprise, the jaguar rose from her crouched position. She kept her eyes on us as she stalked back into the woods.

The man turned to face me. It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. I couldn't understand what he was saying because his voice was muffled, but he was right in front of me. The edges of my vision was starting to go black. Next thing I knew, the man was rushing to catch me as I fell to the ground. My vision went black before I hit the ground.

~~~~~~

When I came to, it took me a while to remember what had happened. When it all came back to me, I sat up quickly. I had expected to find myself still on the ground in the woods, but instead I was laying on something soft; a bed. I looked around to see I was no longer in the woods, or even in my tent. I was in some sort of building, rounded and made completely of windows.

And I wasn't alone.

I jumped when my eyes landed on a man stood in the doorway. It took me a second to remember who he was.

"Good morning," he said, a light tone in his voice. "Are you feeling alright?"

I nodded. "What - uh - what happened?"

"You passed out," he explained. "It must've been the adrenaline wearing off from your run in with the jaguar. Or the shock kicking in. It's not an unusual reaction to have."

I tensed a little when he started to approach me. He noticed and stopped. He held something out to me, and that's when I realized he had been holding my water bottle, and he had filled it.

I reached out to take it from him. "Thanks."

The feeling of the cold liquid was refreshing. I downed nearly the entire bottle in one go.

I capped the bottle and looked back to my savior. "And thank you for saving me out there. How did you do that, though? I mean...she was a wild animal, and you just...talked her down."

"I have a way with animals," he answered, shrugging as if it were that simple.

I narrowed my eyes at him. I wasn't about to argue when it came to how he saved my life, but it didn't mean I couldn't be skeptical. How was someone able to speak to a wild animal to stop it from attacking? Even if he "had a way with animals", no one was that good with any animal.

"My name is Sergei, by the way," he said. I mentally noted his quick change in subject.

"(Y/N)," I said. "Where are we?"

"My home."

I looked at him with wide eyes. "You live out here?"

He chuckled. "It's that hard to believe?"

"Kind of. I did research about this place before my trip and there was nothing about anyone living out here."

"I like to keep it that way. Less people bothering me."

"Except for campers who run into angry jaguars."

He nodded, an amused smile on his face. "Yeah, except for campers who run into angry jaguars."

There was an awkward moment of silence. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do now. I guess I should've been planning to leave. After all, Sergei only saved me and brought me here because I had fainted. I wasn't supposed to be a guest or anything. But I wasn't exactly jumping to go back out into the woods again. I knew I would have to eventually, but the encounter was still too fresh in my mind.

Sergei broke the silence by saying, "I made food if you're hungry."

My stomach rumbled in response. We both laughed and Sergei gestured for me to follow him. I stood slowly from the bed, testing my ability to stand and walk after having been laid down for so long.

I couldn't believe how big Sergei's place was. I still didn't understand how he was able to live in secrecy like this. There was no way nobody had ever come across his place before. A giant dome home in the middle of nowhere was certainly enough to even just be added to a "trivia" section on Wikipedia when researching the area.

"I hope you like fish," Sergei was saying, snapping me from my trance. "The only other thing I have is some vegetable made food if you don't."

"I can eat fish," I said. "Do you gather your own food?"

"I catch fish to eat, and I have a garden," he explained. "I don't go after any of the other wildlife out here. I don't eat any meat."

"Just fish."

He gave me a look. I would've thought I had offended him, but there was a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I don't get along with fish as well as I do other animals."

He passed me a plate of his self caught, homecooked fish, as well as some of his home grown vegetables. To say I was impressed would be an understatement. I couldn't remember the last time I had ever met someone who was this self sufficient. I mean, I had one friend who had a garden, but she mainly grew a few carrots and strawberries. Sergei seemed to be completely living off the land.

I took a mouthful of the meal Sergei had given me. It was delicious, and a much needed change from the protein bars and other smaller foods I had taken with me.

"What were you doing out in the woods anyways?" Sergei asked me.

"Camping," I responded.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "In Russia?"

I nodded. "I was looking for somewhere that other people don't typically go to. Somewhere that I could be by myself and get in touch with nature."

"And you didn't prepare for the event of running into dangerous wildlife."

I looked down at my plate as I shrugged. There was something about admitting how unprepared I was for that situation that kind of made me embarrassed, although I wasn't sure why. Who is ever really prepared to run into a jaguar? Besides Sergei, apparently.

"I knew it was likely," I said. "I guess I just didn't fully prepare myself in the event of it happening."

More silence fell over us. I could feel his eyes on me, studying me the way the jaguar had. I didn't want to meet his eye, though. I was feeling a little intimidated, just as I had when the jaguar had been watching me so closely.

"Most people go to Canada to camp," he pointed out. "Or like...Australia."

I scoffed. "You saw how unprepared I was for a jaguar. You really think I was ready to go toe to toe with snakes and giant spiders?"

He chuckled. "No, I guess not."

"Besides, like I said, I wanted to go somewhere that other people weren't going to go to. Somewhere that I could just...be alone. That I could reconnect with nature and clear my head."

Sergei hummed. "There's a story there."

I dared to look up at him, trying to glare. I hadn't noticed before - mainly because I was fearing for my life - but he was an incredibly handsome man. His dark hair a little long and unruly, but not in a way that made him look a mess or anything. It made him more appealing, actually.

"There's a story as to why you're living all the way out here on your own and keep a low enough profile for no one else to know you're here," I retorted.

He nodded. "There is."

I kept looking at him, expecting him to go on. Not that he owed me an explanation or anything, just like I didn't owe him one for why I was on a nature trip the furthest away from society that I could get. But I'd be lying if I said my interest wasn't piqued.

He was looking back at me, though, the same look on his face.

I sighed. "My story is boring."

"Who says mine isn't?"

"I have a hunch there isn't much boring about you."

He smiled, but he didn't say anything else. I knew he wasn't going to back down. So, because my curiosity to know more about Sergei was killing me, I rolled my eyes and said, "I've had a rough few months."

He shook his head. "You gotta give me more than that."

I let out another sigh. "I found out my boyfriend of a year was cheating on me with someone from his work for six months. He dumped me and immediately started flaunting around his relationship with her. And the way I found out was because I was passed over for a promotion I had been promised weeks ago in favor of someone else who hasn't been with my company even half as long as I have, so I was driving over to his place for comfort and found him fucking someone else instead. Oh, and then my fish died."

"Jesus," he breathed.

I nodded. "Yeah. So...your turn."

He hesitated. For a second I thought he wasn't going to tell me, and I was going to remind him that I had just dumped my trauma on him so it wasn't fair to not tell me his. Finally, he said, "I needed to get away from my dad."

I looked at him for a moment before gesturing for him to continue."

"He wasn't a good man. He...he did terrible things. To my mom, mainly, but also to my brother and I. I was sick of it. This place used to belong to my mom, so I ran away from home one night and came here. I keep a low profile so my dad can't find me here."

"That's a pretty far distance to run."

"The further the better."

I stabbed at the food on my plate. Suddenly I was not feeling as hungry as I was before. Something about exchanging traumas left a sour taste in my mouth.

"That's why there's no record of anyone living out this way," I said, mainly to myself but Sergei was nodding along anyways. "Has anyone ever found you out here?"

He shook his head. "I'm not found unless I want to be."

"And...you wanted me to find you?"

"Technically I found you."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, yes, but you brought me back here. And don't say that's because I fainted, because you could've just stayed with me in the woods and left when you knew I was alright. You're okay with me knowing that you're here."

For the first time, Sergei turned away from me. Now it was him who was unable to meet my eye.

"I don't meet a lot of good people," he finally said. "Out here, there's a lot of poachers and hunters. There's never anyone who is just trying to connect with nature. You...intrigued me, for a lack of better words."

I almost wanted to laugh. This man was living off grid in Russia, in a huge sanctuary that once belonged to his mother. He was able to communicate with animals in one way or another, he was completely self sufficient, and, once again, he was probably the most gorgeous man I had ever laid my eyes on. And yet he was saying that I was the intriguing one, just because I wasn't trying to destroy the nature.

When my food was gone, I reluctantly pushed my plate towards him. "Thank you, again. For...well, everything. I guess...I should probably get back out there."

Sergei nodded. "I guess."

I went to stand, when he added, "Or you could...you could stay a bit longer. If you'd prefer. I know it's not exactly camping here, but...there's no jaguars."

"That's a pretty good sales pitch."

He smiled. "It's up to you, but I don't often get company out here that I actually like. I...I wouldn't mind getting to spend more time together."

I tried to seem nonchalant. I shrugged my shoulders, as if I couldn't be bothered with the decision making, and mumbled something along the lines of, "I guess I could."

But Sergei could see right through me. The look he was giving me was enough to completely shatter the facade. "I would love to stay, Sergei."

In fact, I didn't care if I ever left.

[storiesforallfandoms]

something about a man in uniform ~ ethan kopek;carry-on

word count: 2122

request?: no

description: in which nothing turns her on more than seeing her boyfriend in his uniform

pairing: ethan kopek x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (dom!ethan, face fucking, a lil rough, praise, lil bit of a breeding kink), FULLY just porn without a plot because my brain chemistry changed after seeing taron in carry-on

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was so late you were struggling to keep your eyes open when the front door opened and slammed shut. You sat up, trying to wake yourself up enough to greet your boyfriend. He came around the corner and let out a heavy sigh, throwing his bag onto the floor.

"Welcome home," you said, sleepily.

"Sorry I'm so late getting home," he sighed. "We had an issue in my line and Sarkowski made me stay till it was figured out."

"What happened?"

Your eyes followed Ethan's hands as he started to unbutton his uniform shirt. Suddenly, you were very awake.

"Some idiot with a huge bottle of sunscreen in his carry on got flagged. When I went to do a search of his bag, he starts freaking out. Causes a huge scene and has to be detained. Since it was my line, Sarkowski made me be there for his whole interrogation and shit. The guy refused to cooperate, so we were there for hours until we finally found out it was just a stupid sunscreen bottle."

Ethan had been pacing while he talked. He had finished unbuttoning his shirt, now letting it hang open with his black under shirt on display. He stopped pacing when he noticed your silence. He thought maybe you had fallen asleep, but instead when he turned to look at you, he found you staring. It was like you were hypnotized, staring blankly at him; at his body.

He smirked then moved to stand directly in front of you. He put his fingers against your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. "Like what you see?"

You blinked out of your daze. Heat from embarrassment crept up your face. "Sorry. I was...distracted."

"Yeah. I noticed. What's got you so distracted?"

You swallowed. You weren't exactly sure how to tell him that seeing him in uniform turned you on.

You weren't the only person in the world who found uniforms attractive. That was definitely an an uncommon thing. There was just something slightly embarrassing to you about having to admit to your own boyfriend that seeing him in his work uniform really turned you on. No matter how often you saw it, every time Ethan would pull on his blue TSA shirt and tuck it into his dress pants, you'd feel a tingling sensation between your legs.

When you took too long to answer, Ethan leaned over you. He put his hands on the back of the couch, on either side of your body. You were trapped, no choice but to look in his eyes.

"Do you like seeing me in my uniform, pretty girl?" he asked.

You were at a loss for words, so you just nodded. At the same time, Ethan shook his head. "No, no. Use your words, pretty girl."

"Y-yes," you managed.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I like seeing you in your uniform."

He was still smirking. "Good girl."

Before your brain had much time to grasp (or rather, short circuit because of) that comment, his lips were on yours. He was kissing you with a kind of passion and hunger that lit a fire in you. It was the kind of kiss that bruised your lips, that lit your body aflame. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek. It was gentle, a juxtaposition to the way he was kissing you.

His hand moved from your face to his belt. He pulled away from the kiss to stand over you again. Your heart was racing as you watched him undo his belt, and then his dress pants. You could see the outline of his dick through his boxers, and he was already rock hard. His hand moved to take yours and placed it against the bulge. You instinctively started palming his length. His head lulled back, a low moan escaping from his lips.

"Don't tease, baby," he said.

There was a bit of a stern tone to Ethan's voice that made you clench your thighs. You had tried some sub-dom scenarios before, which you had really enjoyed, but this was different. This was not a planned moment of dominance. This whole situation was entirely spontaneous (not that you ever planned the times you had sex). And it was so fucking hot.

You slid off the couch onto your knees in front of Ethan. You reached for his boxers, pulling them down to his mid thigh. His cock sprang free, standing at attention for you. You took hold of the base and pumped a few times. You weren't about to tease him, but the moans from him as you stroked his cock were so delicious.

When you wrapped your lips around his tip, his hips immediately bucked forward, shoving himself further down your throat. You knew it wasn't on purpose and he wasn't trying to make you gag or anything, but you still couldn't help but try to move away from him due to the sudden intrusion. To your surprise, Ethan took hold of your hair and pushed you down onto his length again. His hips started moving, not enough to gag you but enough that he was completely fucking your face. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. He was still in his uniform shirt, which somehow turned you on even more. His eyes were closed and his bottom lip was between his teeth, muffled grunts slipping from his mouth.

You could feel your own slick between your legs, pooling in your underwear. You held onto Ethan's thighs, bracing yourself for every inward thrust. Drool was starting to drip down your chin and onto the floor between your legs. You watched Ethan's head tilt down to look at you. His blue eyes met yours, and they were so clouded with lust. He loosened his grip on your hair to move his hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek again.

When he pulled himself out of your mouth, you tried to chase him. He pulled you to your feet instead, hungrily kissing you again. His hands desperately grabbed at you wherever he could, pressing himself as close to you as he could.

"Off," he muttered against your lips, his hands reaching for your pajama top. He broke away from you to pull it up over your head and tossed it somewhere behind him. He gently pushed you down onto the couch, grabbing for your pajama bottoms next. "These too." You lifted your hips so he could pull the bottoms and your underwear off, discarding it with your shirt.

You were left completely bare, trembling under his gaze. He pushed his boxers down and kicked them to the side. You were watching him take off his uniform shirt when he paused and made a gesture for you to turn around.

"On your knees," he commanded.

You did as he said; turning yourself around so you were braced against the back of the couch, perched up on your knees with your ass raised to him. You heard the last of his clothes hit the floor before feeling his presence behind you. You yelped at the quick sting of his hand against one of your ass cheeks, before he was pulling that same ass cheek open. He ran his cock between your wet folds, teasing you. You moaned at the feeling of his hot tip against your clit. You weren't sure how long you'd be able to last through the teasing.

When he finally pushed past your entrance, you almost sighed with relief. He pushed himself into you very slowly, letting you feel every inch of him as he filled you up. You put your head into your arms, moaning at the feeling of him inside of you. Ethan's hand ran up your back and to your hair again. You gasped at the sting of his hand closing around your hair, pulling hard at the strands until your head was tipped back.

"Don't you dare try to be quiet," he growled. "I want to hear how good I make you."

He pulled out just a little, before snapping his hips forward, driving himself back into you. You cried out in pleasure. Ethan decided this was the perfect pace: brutally drilling into you while he still had a hold on your hair. You were nearly bent in half, pushing yourself up from the back of the couch as much as you could. Part of you was concerned about potentially breaking the couch with how roughly Ethan was fucking you, but a bigger part of you didn't care. All you could think about was the feeling of Ethan's cock abusing your g spot.

Your legs soon began to shake, and you felt your orgasm slowly building within you. You tried to tell Ethan that you were close, but any words that came out just sounded like babbling. He pulled you so that your back was flush against his chest, his mouth mere inches from your ear.

"What's that, pretty girl?" he asked.

"C-Close," you managed to get out.

"You're close?" he asked. You nodded. "Do you think you can wait for me, baby? I want to feel you cum on my cock as I fill you with my cum."

You whined in response. You weren't sure if you could wait. Although it wasn't quickly approaching, you didn't think you'd be able to stop yourself when you finally reached your high. You didn't want to wait, either. You were chasing a high you had been working towards the second you saw Ethan's body perfectly framed in that TSA uniform.

"You can do it, baby," he whispered in your ear. "You can wait for me. Wait for me to pump you full of my cum, maybe even plant a baby in there. Would you like that? Would you like it if I put a baby in you, pretty girl?"

You nodded, although you weren't fully comprehending what he was saying. All you could focus on was the feeling of Ethan's body against yours, the feeling of him so deep inside of you, the feeling of his hot breath against your ear, and then his lips on your neck.

Luckily, it didn't take long for Ethan to get close. When he did, he reached between your legs and started to rub circles against your clit. You cried out, both in pleasure and due to the overstimulation. It was enough to tip you over the edge, trembling and moaning, a white hot flash of pleasure ripping through you. Seconds later, you felt Ethan pulse inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. He leaned his head against your shoulder, also shaking as he rode out his high. His hand dropped from your clit and you almost sighed.

Your body quickly fell back into exhaustion. You sleepily slipped out of Ethan's grasp and leaned forward, against the couch. He still had a hold on your hips, but eventually let himself slip out of you. You felt the remnants of him slipping down your thighs. You slowly lowered yourself onto the couch until you were laying down again.

"I guess I should've done this before," you said.

"What do you mean?" Ethan asked.

"Lay down," you responded. "To make sure I didn't let anything run out."

He looked at you in confusion before it dawned on him what you meant. He chuckled a little. "I didn't mean it too literally. I mean, I would like to have a kid with you eventually, and I wouldn't be upset if we found out this is the time it happened, but I don't think I'm completely ready to be a dad yet."

"I won't hold my breath, then."

He chuckled against. He helped you up and to the bathroom so you could take care of the post-sex things, then he helped you to your bed. You settled into the comfortable bedding, laying on your side and curled up a little. Ethan moved behind you, taking you in his arms in the spooning position.

"I didn't go too rough or anything, did I?" he asked.

You shook your head and mumbled a soft, "No."

"Okay. I was a little worried after. I didn't mean to take out my work frustrations on you."

"You can take out any frustrations on me anytime," you mumbled. "But maybe at an earlier hour. I'm exhausted."

He chuckled and kissed your shoulder. "Deal. Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight."

There was a brief moment of silence where both of you began to drift off to sleep. With your last few seconds of consciousness, you managed to say, "Don't forget to get our clothes from the living room in the morning."

The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Ethan's laugh.