#and they had the nerve to doubt him don’t piss me off????

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nct dream — when you refuse their affection.

mark

mark was confused. the first time you refused his affection, he didn’t think much of it, assuming you didn’t notice his hand reaching for yours when you pulled away from him. the second time, his head tilted sideways in confusion as you moved aside, seemingly avoiding his incoming hug. the third time was when he really started to question everything, he was right in front of you, right in front of your face to be exact, why were you avoiding his kiss? “uhh.. did i do something?” mark had asked you hesitantly. his hands had returned to his side, even going as far as hiding them behind his back. you let out a small chuckle before an apologetic smile formed on your face. “nothing, sorry. i just wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice.”

renjun

it had been a long day and renjun was tired of everything. so he really couldn’t deal with your shenanigans today. he’d joined you on the couch, dropping his body weight onto your side before wrapping his arms around you and snuggling into you, a tired sigh leaving his lips. he felt you subtly trying to shuffle away and immediately sat back up. “what are you doing?” he questioned, a mixture of surprise and tiredness in his voice. you were caught off guard, not expecting him to notice the small movement. you leaned closer to him, shaking your head slightly. “no, please don’t misunderstand. my body is just really sore today.” you explained, grimacing as you leaned back. renjun nodded, deciding to give you some space. “get well soon.” seems like he wasn’t the only one with a bad day.

jeno

it had been a few hours since you and jeno hadn’t talked to each other, and you were not planning on facing him any time soon. still, jeno missed you, and guilt had formed inside of him as the argument the two of you had replayed in his head. you hadn’t even noticed him stand near the door to the bathroom where you were brushing your teeth. “hey.” jeno’s voice startled you and you looked to your side, contemplating on whether to answer him or not. “i.. i just wanted to apologise.” he took careful steps into the bathroom, standing beside you. you looked at him through the mirror and he did the same. jeno cracked a small smile, trying to reach for your waist but you moved aside, continuing to brush your teeth. had you looked up at the mirror, you could’ve seen the way jeno’s smile dropped and turned into an expression of hurt. “i’m sorry.. talk to me when you’re ready.” jeno had to hold himself back from reaching for you one last time.

haechan

you wondered how oblivious haechan was, why he wasn’t able to pick up on your sour mood as you joined him in his car. it was starting to annoy you that he hadn’t even noticed the scowl on your face, let alone question your silence. his reaction only started the moment he tried to reach for your hand, failing to do so as you pulled it away almost immediately. he eyed you quickly before looking back on the road. second try, he reached for your thigh and you leaned your legs away from him. “what the fuck?” haechan asked, appalled. “what’s up with you?” he’d retract his hand back to the steering wheel, waiting for your answer. “i’m pissed today, and you don’t even care. but you have the nerve to hold my hand?” you scoffed, looking out the window. haechan wouldn’t know what to say, choosing to stay silent for the rest of the drive, only muttering a small apology later as the two of you exit the car.

jaemin

jaemin was a very understanding person, if he’d say so himself. when you refused his affection the first time, he gave you the benefit of the doubt, assuming you didn’t feel like it. he wouldn’t bother you for the rest of the day. next day, he’d try it again, reaching forward to kiss you goodbye. you once again moved aside and jaemin smiled, again assuming you didn’t feel like it. but now on the third day when he tried once more to initiate a kiss, and you moved away for a third time, he realised he might not be as understanding as he thought he was. “are you mad at me?” he cornered you, a nervous smile pulled on his lips. “you haven’t let me kiss you in three days.” he explained, smile almost dropping. you laughed, shaking your head. “i have a cold, i don’t think exchanging kisses would be right. we can kiss next week hopefully.” you explained and jaemin let out a sigh of relief, glad the emergency apology bouquet in the living room wasn’t needed.

chenle

the moment you refuse chenle’s affection, he starts to question you and your motives. a frown grew on his face the second you waved him off after he dropped you home, not sparing him an extra glance as you entered your house. he texted you asking you what that was all about. you dismissed it and told him you forgot to give him a hug. of course, chenle wouldn’t drop it and assume you’re up to something. to test his theory, he’d increase his affection. trying to hold your hand, pulling you close by your side and more attempts at hugs. like he expected, you refused all of them and of course he could see the sly grin you were trying to suppress. “you really think you’re funny, don’t you?” he asked after a week, joining you in the kitchen. your smile grew bigger and you nodded. “very funny actually.” you laughed, reaching to pat him on his shoulder but he took a step back. “i can be funny too.” he says, leaving the kitchen with a victorious smile on his face.

jisung

jisung did not like this at all. you had opened the door with a surprised look, and jisung wondered if he interrupted something as you didn’t smile at him like you usually do. you two were sat on the floor in your room, eating the food he had bough you. jisung noticed the sleeves of your cardigan that were about to touch your food and subconsciously reached forward to lift it up. you flinched away and jisung flinched himself at the jittery motion. choosing not to point it out, he decided to join you in the living room after cleaning up. he sat next to you, and you moved away. he reached for your hand and when you pulled away, he knew something was up. “why.. what’s going on?” he asked while nervously biting on his lips. you’d look at him apologetically. “i.. i don’t feel too good today, jisung. i’m sorry for acting so cold.” you explained and jisung stiffened, instantly standing up and apologising. “i-i didn’t know, i’m sorry:” he didn’t think twice before turning around and leaving, he didn’t want to be a burden after all.

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[gojos-thot-patrol]

I've been waiting for this one

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Synopsis: Satoru wasn't dumb. He saw the way you looked at his best friend. He picked up on the way you were always sure to laugh at his jokes, heard the name "Suguru" catch in your throat when it should have been "Satoru." And he saw the way Suguru coveted you, not even bothering to hide it. But, that was fine. Because Satoru thought of it too. Kinks: Cuckholding, Cum Play, Over stimulation,Double Penetration, and Dumbification

“There is no way I heard you correctly.” Suguru scoffed at Gojo’s suggestion.

“I think you did.” Gojo smirked as he looked at his best friend- confused and embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning bright red. He wondered if Geto blushed like that when he came.

“No, I don’t think I did.” Suguru doubled down, “I highly doubt you just asked me if I wanted to fuck your girlfriend.”

“So you did hear me.” Gojo smiled. Satoru wasn’t dumb. He saw the way you looked at Suguru, just like how he saw the way Suguru looked at you. He noticed how you laughed too hard at his jokes, and how Suguru always found convenient excuses to touch you. All of his suspicions were proven correct last night, when the wrong name slipped out of your mouth when he was in between your legs.

But, that was fine. Satoru would be lying if he said he didn’t think about it too.

He thought about it constantly.

“No, dude, I’m not going to do that.” Suguru scoffed, albeit reluctantly. His reluctance honestly surprised Gojo, he thought the man would jump at the opportunity to be in the sheets with you.

“What, why not?” Gojo demanded.

“Because,” Suguru sighed, trying to reregulate his heartbeat, “What if it makes things weird between us? What if you get jealous?” Aww, he was so cute!

“I promise Suguru, if anything, it’ll only make us closer.” Gojo winked.

“I don’t know.” Geto shook his head. He had thought about it, sure. Suguru fantasized about you almost every night since Gojo had started bringing you around. He thought about what you would taste like on his tongue and how you would feel on his cock. He imagined the sounds you would make and the way your face would scrunch. He fantasized about bending you over Gojos counter and showing you that you chose the wrong man more times than he could count. But, fantasizing about something and acting on it were two totally different things. 

“Well then, maybe this will convince you-” Gojo grinned as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Satoru-” Suguru warned.

“Chill man, she said I could show you.” Gojo assured his friend as he opened his camera roll, “We filmed it just for you anyway.” He handed the phone to Sugruu, letting him press play on his own. 

Suguru sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth as he watched the video. You looked up at the camera with tears in your eyelashes, sucking on his best friend's cock like your life depended on it. Suguru couldn’t help but imagine how you would feel around his own dick. Would you be able to take him all in? How much teeth would you use? Would you moan like a whore for him the way you did for your boyfriend? Fuck. 

“Okay, I’m sold.” Turns out Suguru wasn’t as attached to his morals as he thought he was, “When do we want to do this?”

“How does Halloween sound?” Satoru grinned

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You sat curled into your boyfriend's side watching Scream and trying to calm your nerves. You knew what was supposed to happen tonight, and honestly you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your Halloween evening. But you were still nervous, unsure how to bridge the gap. 

“Does it ever piss anyone else off how useless the parents are in this movie?” Gojo asked, “Like, “Oh, there's a serial killer going around specifically targeting kids from your school? Of course you can go to that giant party! That won’t be an easy target for the killer, it’s perfect.”” He mocked.

“Oh, I always just assumed they hated their kids.” Suguru shrugged, making you laugh. He smiled, your reaction only egging him on, “I mean, I would. There’s not a single person here that’s not insufferable, minus Syd.”

“Hey, Stu’s not that bad!” You giggled in defense of your favorite slasher.

“Yeah, Stu’s great! Ya know, as long as he’s not literally disemboweling you.” Suguru teased you with a laugh.

“I like Billy.” Gojo shrugged.

“You want to fuck Billy.” Suguru corrected.

“Who doesn’t want to fuck Billy?”

“Syd, apparently.”

“Eh, she comes around eventually.” Gojo said, waving his hand in the air. You laughed as you stood up.

“I’m going to grab a beer,” You announced, “I’ll be right back.” The boys both booed at your words.

“Have you learned nothing?!” Gojo scoffed.

“You’re gonna get stabbed now, look what you’ve done!” Suguru sighed. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“See, that logic only works if I’m not the killer.” You winked as you went to the kitchen. You grabbed your beer from the fridge and immediately opened it, drinking half right there. You cringed at the taste. Fucking IPAs. They all looked pretty and fun, and yet they all tasted like fucking boot sweat. You returned to the couch, and almost sat back down next to Satoru.

Until you remembered the point of the night. You put your drink on the coffee table, and sat down not just next to Suguru, but right in his lap. His eyes widened a bit in shock, but it was quickly replaced with a smug confidence as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Welcome back.” He smirked, pressing you into his chest. You looked over to Satoru, feeling his eyes burn into you. His expression would be unreadable, if not for the way he bit his lower lip. You winked back at him, before nuzzling into the crook of Sugurus neck. 

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How did you get here again? You tried to walk back in time. You remembered sitting on Sugurus lap, playing with his hair while he gripped your ass. You remember him trying to sneak a kiss on your neck, trying to hide the affection from your boyfriend. You remembered Satrou saw it anyway.

And somehow that led you here, naked and moaning helplessly as Sugurus tongue continued its assault on your clit, two of his fingers bullying your pussy as your boyfriend watched on with ravenous eyes. You groaned as Suguru curled his fingers into your g-spot again, building up the pressure in your stomach to an almost unbearable amount. You curled your fingers into his hair as you bucked your hips into him, greedy and desperate for your release. 

“Suguru…” You whine, and you hear the unmistakable sound of your boyfriend’s moan from the chair opposite the bed. You almost felt bad, forcing him to watch you be with another man. You almost felt wrong, being touched like this by his best friend, and enjoying it maybe just a little too much-

He curled his fingers into your soft spot again, that coupled with the sharp sucking on your clit, suddenly you weren't worried about ethics. Suddenly you were more focused on the wall of bliss that hit you as your climax overtook you, hitting you like a train and leaving your thighs trembling around Sugurus head as you desperately called out his name. 

He pulled back, wiping your slick off his face with a soft, satisfied smile. “You were right Satoru, she does taste like candy.” He chuckled darkly.

“I know.” Satoru rasped out, more affected by this than he expected to be. Torn between his need to push Suguru away from you and remind you who your boyfriend was- and his desperate desire to see how well you took his most trusted confidant's cock. You almost moaned, again as you took in Sugurus form, shirt long since discarded and hair an absolute mess. It was a vision that should be hanging in a fucking museum, and left you craving more of him.

“Yeah, did you know she was this much of a slut too?” He asked as he leaned over you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and leaving another trail of marks there.

“Had a hunch.” Satoru moaned, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. Did he say Suguru could mark you? He didn’t think he did. 

“Suguru…” You moaned softly as you felt his teeth dig into the soft flesh of your neck.

“You sound so pretty when you say my name Doll,” He chuckled, lifting off of you and gesturing to his belt. You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands moved faster than you thought possible as you worked to undo his pants. You felt almost pathetic with how needy you were. You hadn’t wanted cock this bad since…well.

Since the first time you were with Gojo.

“Aww, she's so eager to please,” Suguru cooed, fondly petting the back of your head as you freed him from his jeans, “Are you the one that trained her to be this cock hungry Satoru, or did she come like that?”

“Nope.” Satoru swallowed dryly, “That’s all me.” His cock was unfairly hard, and straining uncomfortably against his own jeans. He grinded his hand down on his tent, trying to relieve some tension. Suguru looked over at him and laughed. 

“Look at your boyfriend darling,” He hummed, taking your jaw and turning your head right as you got to his boxers, “He’s more fucked out than you and he hasn’t even touched himself yet.” 

“Satoru…” You mumbled softly. Gojo felt his chest tighten and his dick twitch. Fuck. 

“Feel good Baby girl?” He asked. You knew a loaded question when you heard one. And luckily, Suguru did too. He finished taking his pants off and pulled you into a heated kiss. Needy lustful, and far too passionate for what was essentially a glorified one night stand. Somewhere in the intoxicating sensation of his tongue dancing with yours, you started to get the idea that he was catching feelings too.

He abruptly pushed you back on the bed, angling your hips to line up with his. He grinned. “Such a pretty pussy, fitting for such a pretty girl,” He praised, “Gonna make you cum harder than your boyfriend ever could.”

“Good fucking luck,” Satoru hissed, almost subconsciously undoing his jeans, “That’s my girl Suguru. No one makes her feel as good as I do.”

“Is that so?” Suguru scoffed, running the thick tip of his cock against your slit and gathering the slick there, “Wanna bet?”

“Bet what?” Satoru’s eyes didn’t leave Suguru’s dick, his shoulders tensing with anticipation and annoyance as he waited for him to enter you. For his best friend to desecrate the temple that previously belonged only to him. 

“Your girl.” Suguru smirked as he pushed into you, watching the way your body seized as you took in a sharp breath. You called out his name, gripping down on him and sending a shiver rolling down his spine. Fuck fuck. He was never going to be able to go back to his hand after this. “If I win, we make this a regular thing.” he managed to force out.

“And if I win?” Satoru asked, finally giving into himself and releasing his dick. 

“Well if you win I won’t steal your girlfriend.” Suguru laughed as he set his pace. Gojo felt rage explode in his chest at the thought that Suguru could steal you from him, and an indescribable excitement that he even wanted to. He moaned softly as he started to work himself in his hand in time to Sugurus thrusts into you. 

“Bet. You heard the man Baby Girl, that means you can’t cum.” Gojo laughed humorlessly.

“N-no fair!” You gasped out as Suguru pushed straight into your g-spot. It was like he instinctively knew your body and how to make it melt for him. Like he was born to fuck you into oblivion. 

“Don’t listen to him Sweetheart.” Suguru groaned as your plush walls pulled him in, “You can cum as many times as you want for me.” He assured you, moving his hand to rub expert circles into your sensitive clit. You whined pathetically as the pleasure started to build in your stomach. Already your body buzzed with need, your previous orgasm making your body overly reactive to him. You clawed at the sheets to try and ground yourself.

“Fuck, Suguru, so good..” You huffed, before biting your lip to try and distract yourself from the bliss that was filling you. Gojo whined from his spot away from the bed, wanting nothing more than to be the one making those pretty sounds come from your mouth.

“Fuck Satoru.” Suguru groaned to try and distract himself- he didn’t want to cum yet either, “This pussy is divine. You get this every night? You’re a lucky man.” He laughed. Gojo felt a sick sense of pride swell in his chest. He knew your pussy felt divine, he was the one who chrisented it. He knew how lucky he was that it was his. He wondered if Suguru knew how lucky he was to get to feel it for even a night.

He wanted nothing more than to push Suguru away from you. To fold you in half and remind you who your fucking boyfriend was. To cover all of those awful marks that weren’t his. He couldn’t bring himself to move though. Because as much as he hated the scene before him, he couldn’t deny it was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen in his life. Watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend stupid was better than opium. 

“I-I’m so close please-” You gasped as you felt your cunt clench around Suguru, and his groan filled your ears. You felt like you were on fire with desire, your body trembling as you tried to hold back the tsunami of euphoria building up inside you. 

“Hold it.” Gojo growled, frustration growing with his hands inability to replicate how you felt.

“Ignore him Sweetheart,” Suguru cooed in your ear, trailing soft kisses down your jaw, “Cum all over me, show me how much you like my cock.” You tried, you tried so hard to listen to your boyfriend. But he just felt so fucking good. Every buck of his hips hit your sweet spot, every swipe of his finger sent electric waves through you. There was heroine in his touch and euphoria in his words. You couldn’t hold back.

You came hard around him, your cunt clenching him and pulling him in deeper. Ecstasy crashed down on you with a vengeance, rocking your body and leaving you trembling. Your body was already sensitive from your first climax, and this one felt 5 times as strong. Suguru gave Gojo a wicked grin as you creamed on him. He didn’t have to say it for them to both know what he was thinking.

Your girl, huh?

“And that makes two for me.” He laughed as he continued to buck into you. Gojo growled at his friend's cocky attitude. His hand wasn’t getting him anything other than frustration. He had to make a move.

“Does that feel good Baby Girl?” Gojo cooed to you. You nodded, struggling to catch your breath. Suguru just wouldn’t let up, and you were already trembling. “Use your words.”

“So good.” You whined. 

“Tell him what you want, Baby.” Gojo commanded. He knew if he wanted his turn, Suguru needed to nut. 

“I want you to fill me up,” You muttered, making eye contact with Suguru. You had been with Gojo long enough to know that ‘tell me what you want’ ment ‘bed for my load’ and you were more than happy to beg for Suguru. “I want you to cum inside me, please Sugu, you feel ‘s good, wanna make you feel good.” you slurred. And while your words made Gojo see red, he saw the way Suguru’s hips stuttered in their movement, saw the way his forearms flexed as he tightened his grip on you- trying to ground himself.

Suddenly, Gojo was out of his chair and behind Suguru. “She feels good doesn’t she?” He rasped into Sugurus neck, his hand tracing up from the brunette's happy trail and up his chest. 

“So fucking good.” Suguru groaned. He knew he should pull out. He knew he should switch positions, do something- anything- to keep from blowing his load just yet.

But fuck he was so close. 

“She takes cock good too.” Satoru chuckled, taking Sugurus' chin and pulling his head down. His eyes fell to where the two of you were connected. Where you were covering him with your thick slick, watching a white ring form in his pubes. “She wants your cum inside her Sug,” Gojo hummed, “Give her what she wants.” He punctuated his words with a sharp tug of Sugurus' long hair.  

Suguru fell apart. His normally steady rhythm became erratic as he came deep inside of you, shooting thick white ropes into your cervix. You screamed his name embarrassingly loud, his harsh thrusts coupled with the warm feeling inside of your overly sensitive body resulting in your third climax. You fluttered around him and milked Suguru’s cock for all it was worth, leaving you both exhausted after. 

Suguru glared at Gojo. That was a dirty cheater move from a spoiled brat. “That makes three for me.” He groaned as he pulled out. Gojo reached around Suguru, taking two fingers and gathering the cum leaking from your weeping hole. He brought it up to his lips, making a show of sucking his fingers clean of Sugurus seed.

He grinned as he pulled his fingers out with a pop. “That makes it my turn.”  he winked to hide how frantic he was. Seeing Suguru get lost in the pleasure of your cunt was by far the sexiest thing Gojo had ever seen, and more than anything he wanted to cum where Suguru did. Partly to claim you as his own again. But, mostly to fuck his best friends load deeper into you, to use it as lube as he brought you to yet another high.

Fuck, maybe he could share. 

Suguru moved out of the way, but didn’t go sit on the cuck chair. Instead he positioned himself behind you, resting your head in his lap. Gojo took his previous place, and wasted no time in shoving his cock in you up to his base. You yelped in shock as he did. Suguru may have been thicker than Gojo, but Satoru still had length on him. And the sudden attack on your cervix jolted you back to life.

“Suguru!” You yelped, head still spinning in bliss.

“Wrong.” Gojo snapped, with two hard- almost painful- thrusts of his hips, “”Try again Baby Girl.”

“Satoru…” You whimpered out as you realized your mistake. 

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, I’m still here.” Suguru purred from behind you, bending down to kiss your lips. You moaned softly, before pulling away with a yelp as Satoru set a punishing pace.

“He might be here, but I’m the only one that matters.” He growled as he ruthlessly hyper focused your bullied g-spot. You whined as your body reacted to him, an intense stabbing pleasure coursing through you as a fog of lust further clouded your brain.

 The relief that flooded Gojo as he finally entered you was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He had never been so needy before in his life, had never been forced to wait for anything. Finally sliding into your cum filled cunt was the closest Satoru Gojo was ever going to get to heaven. He growled as he chased his high inside of you, watching the way your eyes glazed over as your breath caught in your throat.

“You still with me Baby?” He asked with a soft laugh.

“”S so so good..” You slurred, feeling the buzzing bliss build up inside you and knowing you weren’t far away from orgasm number four. 

“Awe, how cute.” Suguru laughed as his hand found your chest and started to play with your nipples, “Our sluts real pretty when she’s cock drunk Satoru.”

 “Ain’t she?” Satoru grinned, completely missing the use of “Our” as opposed to “Your” but not missing the slick smirk on Sugurus face. He moved to throw your legs over his shoulders folding you and half and fucking you deeper than before. He grinned, now inches away from Suguru.

“What are you smirking at?”

“I’m smirking at how desperate you both are.” Suguru grinned. Satoru growled, realizing he was closer than he thought he was. His hand fell down to your overly sensitive clit fumbling to massage it, only for Suguru to brush his hand away. He started to rub you there instead.

“Here, let me help. Since you’re at such a disadvantage anyway.” Suguru smiled like he was helping to take in groceries and not finger fuck his best friends girl. 

“How generous of you.” Gojo scoffed.

“No problem Pretty Boy.” Gojo could feel his face catch fire at the pet name, and felt his hips stutter. 

“Shut up.” He grumbled at Suguru, looking down to hide how flustered he got and to try and focus on how warm and soft you felt.

“Make me.” Suguru laughed, using his free hand to pull Gojo up by the hair and force him to look at him. Satoru felt his heart skip a beat.

“You think I won’t?” Satoru chuckled to try and regain some confidence, “You think I won’t fuck you as soon as I’m done with he-” He was cut off by Suguru pulling him into a harsh kiss, all tounges and teeth and desperation. Satoru could taste you on Sugurus tongue, and he came harder than he had ever come in his life. Pleasure attacking his body with hard and fast waves as he desperately tried to fuck you through his high.

Suguru pulled back with a giant, wicked smirk. He watched as Gojos head fell next to yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Oh, did you cum already, Pretty Boy?” He tisked, “Guess that’s zero for you and three for me.” 

Gojo glared up at him through his eye lashes. “Oh, I’m not out yet.” He grumbled as he pulled out. He fell between your legs, and licked his lips at what he found. Your pretty pussy clenching around nothing, your natural lube mixing with his and sugurus loads and drizzling out of you. He wished he had his phone on him, a picture this pretty should be his lock screen. He licked it all up, taking the concoction onto his tongue and tasting how well the three of you mixed. 

“Oh, you really are a freak.” Suguru teased.

“You say while in bed with me.” Gojo scoffed before going back to his meal, eating you out like it was the last thing he’d ever do. You tasted immaculate on your own, but the taste of him, the taste of Suguru mixing with your own sweetness was a new type of drug. You whined in oversensitive pleasure as you dug your nails into his snow white hair.

“Here, let me help,” Suguru hummed, reaching a hand down and massaging your clit. “Our girl deserves it.” The added stimulation was so fucking much. Your body was still trembling and hyper aware. You had never cum more than three times in a night, and your body wasn’t ready for the fourth- despite desperately wanting it. You whined a name (maybe Gojos?) As pleasure filled your brain and replaced any coherent thought you could have had. 

Suguru looked down at you and felt his cock get harder at the scene. Your eyes were glazed over with intense lust and need, mouth hanging open as drool began to dribble down your chin. Your hair was fucked and your breathing ragged, and the thin sheen of sweat made you seem to glow. He leaned down and kissed you again, capturing your lips with a desperate need and what he hoped you knew was adoration.

You came harder than you had ever cum in your life. It was almost painful- the electrical fire of pleasure that burned through your body, incinerating whatever common sense you had left and leaving nothing but a needy whore in its wake. You grinded against Gojos face, hips thrusting frantically despite the pain. Suguru pulled away, you screamed as Satoru worked you through your high, your body unsure how to handle all the stimulation.

Gojo pulled away-collecting his and Sugurus cum on his tongue- only to pull up and kiss you. He filled your mouth with the flavors of the three of you, and you kissed him back greedily. Satoru pulled back, licking at the line of drool that connected you two. He sat up.

“You still with us, Pretty Girl?” He asked, and you whined out softly.

“I don’t know Satoru, I think she’s reaching her limit.” Suguru said, lovingly brushing your hair out of your face. The care in his eyes as he looked at you set something on fire inside of Gojo, though he didn’t know what. 

“I think she can take one more.” He said, pulling you from his friends arms and into his own. Suguru almost punched him, having you taken from his arms activating a protective part of his brain he didn’t even know he had. He had to remind himself that you were Gojo’s girl too before he did something violent.

Gojo laid down next to Suguru, giving him a wink as he guided you down onto his hardened cock. Suguru watched the way your back arched as you were filled once again. The ragged moan you let out was music to his ears as Gojo started to thrust into you from under you. Without even realizing it, Geto’s fingers found your free hole, slowly working you open while the pleasure from Gojos cock distracted you from any pain you may have felt.

He couldn’t let Satoru have you alone. Gojo noticed and raised an eyebrow at him, then grinned. “If you thought her cunt was nice, wait until you feel her ass.” He laughed. You didn’t even process Gojos words, definitely not fast enough to take them as the warning that they were. All you knew, was suddenly your ass was on fire and you felt more full than you had ever been in your life.

“Motherfucker!” You shouted out, using the last of your brain function to push back onto him.

“Oh, so she can still speak.” Gojo teased. Suguru growled as he pounded into your tight little ass in time with Gojos thrusts. You shook your head. 

“Too much, ‘s much-” You slurred. 

“You can handle it Princess,” Suguru groaned into your ear. He used one hand to brace himself against your hip, and his other to play with your clit. You whined and it really was all too much. The way Satoru’s long cock perfectly graced your g-spot, how Sugurus expert fingers massaged your nub, how full both of the men made you feel. You felt so far out of your body and so overwhelmed by them all at once.

 All of it combined together into a crescendo, a tidal wave of ecstasy and euphoria crashing into you and sending you astral projecting into the ninth dimension. Your didn’t realize how fucking good it felt to be treated like a toy, to be fucked with reckless abandon and to your absolute limit. Your mind went blank as stars exploded in front of your eyes, and you were forced to endure them as they fucked you through your so-good-it-hurt orgasm. 

Satoru was next to lose it. The view of your tits bouncing as you fucked yourself on them- cumming on not just his cock, but on Sugurus at the same time. He came hard inside of you, filling your already filled pussy to the brim and watching as it all leaked out of you.

Suguru wasn't far behind, your tight warm walls pulling it out of him with efficiency. He didn’t bother to pull out either, not until he had fully unloaded into you. Not until he was forced to. He pulled out as you collapsed onto Satoru. Gojo slipped out as he rolled you onto your side next to him, and smiled as Suguru crumbled onto your opposite side.

“You did so good Sweetheart,” Suguru cooed as he kissed the back of your head, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“You were such a good girl for us.” Satoru confirmed as he kissed your forehead, and draped one of his arms around you. The two men cuddled you close, sandwiching you in between them. 

“So this means I win, right?’ Suguru smirked, “Four to one?”

“What? Where did you get four?! Were three to two.” Gojo corrected. His friend just shrugged.

“All I’m hearing is that I win anyway.” 

“Why do you wanna win so bad anyway?’ Gojo pouted, “What, You like playing with my toys that much?”

“Yep.” Suguru wasn’t in the business of mincing words, “Hey man, this was all your idea to begin with. Why stop at one threesome?” Gojo hated to admit it, but he has a point.

“Because I’m sure my girl isn’t interested in a polycule.” he grumbled. He wasn’t sure about that. He wasn’t even sure he wasn’t interested.

“Did you ask her?” Suguru teased, “What do you think, Baby Girl? Want me in your bed again?”

“I think I’m very tired.” You muttered, feeling your eyes get heavy as the warmth of the boys comforted you. They both looked at each other, a little embarrassed to have glossed over the very obvious fact that you weren’t really able to have this conversation right now.

“Right, sorry Baby Girl.” Gojo muttered.

“Get some sleep, Beautiful.” Suguru sighed as he kissed your head again, “Happy Halloween Baby.”

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[cre8inghavoc]

What are friends for?

PT. 8

Status: ongoing!!

Updates: no set date.

WC: 4154

Pairing: megumi fushiguro x FEM!reader

Genre/Warnings:[18+] Characters are aged up. This story contains toxic boyfriend, cursing, name calling, self-doubt/hate, angst, breaking up, post-breakup, alcohol, drug use, drunk moments, new friends, dating!au, college!au, no curses!au, dark humour, dark jokes. SMAU.

Recap:

"Where the hell is this stupid class?" you mutter under your breath, frustration mounting with each passing second.

With your mind solely focused on finding your class, you fail to notice the person standing directly in your path. Before you can react, you run right into them, the impact jolting you back to reality.

Stumbling backward, he reaches out to steady you, his hands gently settling on your waist, you look up to apologize, only to freeze in shock as you lock eyes with the person before you.

"Megumi?" you blurt out, unable to hide your surprise as you take in his familiar features and all-black attire.

His expression remains impassive at first, but as his gaze meets yours, recognition flashes in his eyes.

“Y/n?”

You become acutely aware of the situation: his hand on your waist, yours resting on his chest. If anyone stumbled upon this scene, they'd undoubtedly mistake you for a couple practically about to kiss. Stepping back, you clear your throat, trying to shake off the embarrassment that flushes your cheeks. Thankfully, he can't see your face, so you're spared from the embarrassment of him witnessing your cheeks turn bright red.

Despite the inner voice telling you otherwise, you can't help but feel drawn to gaze at him, captivated by his undeniable charm. Dressed in black sweatpants and a snug shirt that highlights his physique, he looks like he just walked out of the gym — with tousled hair, toned arms, and abs peeking through the fabric. And don’t even get me started on his arms and how his veins pop out- What the fuck y/n! Snap out of it! What am I even thinking? I can't let myself indulge in these feelings anymore. He's made it crystal clear he's not interested. It's time to move on.

"What are you doing here?" he questions, a hint of confusion in his tone.

"I go here... Why, are you following me?" you retort, mirroring his confusion.

"How could I be following you if you're the one who ran into me? You stalking me?" He teases, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What? No! Don't flatter yourself," you reply, your tone sharper than intended. His joke strikes a nerve, perhaps because you're still upset and disappointed about him not showing up at the park. It feels like a sign that whatever you two had is now over, yet here he is, acting as if nothing happened.

"Well, I go here too and I've never seen you around, so..." he counters.

"Whatever, Megumi, I'm gonna be late for class, so can you please piss off," you reply, frustration evident in your tone. You don't want to be mean to him, but anger seems to be consuming you. You walk past him, only for him to turn around and gently grab your wrist.

"Y/n, wait..." he says, concern lacing his voice.

"What do you want?" you retort sharply.

"Why are you being like that?"

"Like what?" You take offense to his question. What does he mean by "why am I being like that"?

"I don't know... cold? upset? I didn't mean to offend you if I did... I just didn't realize you went here..." he explains, his tone softening.

"If you must know, I just transferred here from my other school. Now, can I go back to finding my class?" you say, pulling your hand away and continuing to walk.

"Wait!" he says, grabbing your wrist again. "What room number is it? I can help you."

"Megumi, can you please just stop," you say, a little annoyed.

"Stop what?" he says, confused.

"This," you reply.

"This what? I don't get it..."

"Stop trying to pretend like you care or be nice to me because you feel bad."

"Pretend? Feed bad? What the hell are you talking about?"

"See, you're doing it right now. You made it quite clear you want nothing to do with me, so just leave me alone, okay?" Your tone is angrier than before.

"Y/n, no—“

"She said leave her alone, bro." A tall man with a deep voice appears, cutting Megumi off. He's probably just as tall as Megumi, but a little more buff. Megumi lets go of your wrist, and you back up a little, watching the two boys walk towards each other, staring one another down. You stare at Megumi, knowing his intention but hoping he doesn't do anything stupid. As you glance at the other man, he seems somewhat familiar... You examine his face, and just based on the way they're both looking at each other, it's obvious what's about to go down.

"Guys, it's okay, please—” you begin, attempting to separate them before they escalate the situation further.

"Get behind me," Megumi interrupts, his hand gently pushing you back and you comply, even though you're not sure why you're still listening to him.

"What are you gonna do, huh?" He spits back.

"Watch who you talk to," Megumi smirks.

"Guys, please... I said it's okay, can you two please stop!" you plead desperately.

Their voices start to draw attention as this unfolds in front of a few classrooms, with students peeking out from the doorways. Among them is Todo, one of Itadori’s best friends who also happens to be friends with Yuta and Toge. He quickly realizes what's happening and storms out of his class to help stop the situation before the teachers intervene.

"Y/N?" Todo shouts out, rushing towards you.

"Todo?" You look at him as he catches up to where you're standing.

"What the hell is going on?" Todo asks you, clearly perplexed.

"Y/n?" the other man says with confusion and shock, peeking behind Megumi's shoulder to see you. Stepping off to the side from behind Megumi, you stare at him in confusion.

Todo's attention is suddenly drawn to the familiar voice, and he looks at the person in front of Megumi.

The way he said your name feels incredibly familiar, as if you've heard this person's voice before. He just seems so familiar... with his low, deep voice, long black hair, heavy eyebags, and low eyes. And that line tattoo on the bridge of his nose down to the middle of his cheek.

"Choso?" Todo looks at him, baffled, and Choso returns the look with a smile.

"C-Choso?" you question, walking up to him.

"Long time no see, huh?" he says, smiling at you. You smile back and rush in for a hug, which he returns, resting his chin on your head.

As Megumi and Todo stand there, perplexed by the unexpected reunion between you and Choso, you're too engrossed in catching up with Choso to notice the tension building around you. If you were to glance at Megumi now, you'd see the anger in his eyes, the way he's glaring at Choso with increasing intensity. It's evident that he despises the way Choso is holding you close, resting his chin on your head. Perhaps it's out of jealousy, but you're too focused on Choso to realize Megumi's "death" glare.

Meanwhile, Choso takes a step back, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he gazes at you, then briefly glances up at Megumi. He notices the furrowed eyebrows and the intense glare directed at both of you. With a smirk at Megumi's expression, Choso turns his attention back to you, locking eyes once more.

“You've grown so much, I almost couldn’t recognize you. You look so beautiful.” Choso says looking you up and down.

“Oh.. thanks cho! I could say the same for you… you’ve been working out?” you point out his physique which only makes Choso smirk more. 

“Yup, like what you see” He winks at you.

“Omg shut up” you say, rolling your eyes playfully and giggling. 

Megumi couldn't bear continue to witness the apparent flirtation between you and Choso any longer. Something inside him boils, and he kicks himself off the wall, striding up to you and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. You're aware of what he's doing, and you know you should be angry with him, especially after he didn't show up at the park, leaving you to believe he didn't want you. But when you feel his body pressed against yours and his hand around your waist, you can't help but feel flustered, melting into his touch. Does he actually want you? Was the park situation just a misunderstanding? Is he jealous, or are you just being delusional? Would he be doing this if things were good between you two? God, why does this have to be so difficult and messy... You notice the way Choso and Todo look at you and Megumi, and you can't help but feel embarrassed by the situation.

"What are you doing here?" Todo walks up to Choso, ready to greet him.

"Just passing through the area for a few hours, so I wanted to come by and see old friends," Choso responds.

"Didn't know Y/n went here," Todo says, glancing at you as you're still in Megumi's arms.

"I just transferred; today's actually my first day," you explain.

"How do you two know each other?" Megumi asks, annoyance evident in his tone.

"We were childhood best friends, haven’t seen him in years!" You smile at Choso, and he returns the smile.

Megumi responds with only a hum and a nod before a teacher steps outside and instructs you all to get back to class.

The grip around your waist loosens, then completely disappears as Megumi takes a step back. All you can think about is how you already miss his touch, yearning for more, wishing you could stay in his presence just a little bit longer. But you have to get to your class, and so does everyone else, except Choso, who's heading out anyways. You say your goodbyes to him and hug him one last time, but when you turn back around, Megumi's already gone, leaving you with only Todo.

"Where's Megumi?" you ask, scanning the area.

"Went to class, I guess. What happened, by the way?" Todo inquires.

"I'll be honest, I don't even know... One minute I'm trying to find my class, the next Choso and Megumi practically get into a fight, and for what? No idea. What a great way to start my day, right?!" you respond, feeling stressed.

"Well, I can tell you what it seemed like to me," Todo begins.

"And how's that, Todo?"

"Looked like Megumi was jealous of the way you were close to Choso, and it seemed like Choso realized that and tried to piss him off more."

"Why would Megumi be jealous?!" You ask, thoroughly confused.

"Is it not obvious?" Todo responds, clearly shocked.

"What do you mean?" you press.

"Damn, Y/n, anyone could see it from a mile away."

"The hell does that even mean?" you respond, feeling even more confused.

He facepalms, then starts to walk away.

"Todo! .... Todo!!!" you shout after him, but he just keeps walking.

"TODO!" you call out again, but he slips back into class.

"UGH! Can this day just get any worse?" you mutter to yourself, feeling frustrated.

After a few minutes of searching, you finally found your class, only being five minutes late. The teacher didn't mind at all since he understood how confusing it could be to find classrooms on your first day. He was a pretty cool teacher, very nice and calm. You finished your first two classes and had a two-hour break until your next one, just like your friends. Obviously, you made your schedules similar to theirs so you could all go out for lunch.

You finally met up with your friends, and you all decided to go to a nearby cafe just down the street from the school. It had recently opened up, and you were all excited to try it out. Laughing and talking, you walked there together, and upon stepping inside, you were all amazed by the decor and how beautiful it looked. Choosing a booth to sit in, you all ordered croissants. You opted for a vanilla iced latte, as did Maki. Yuta and Toge couldn't decide between regular lattes, cappuccinos, or iced lattes, so they ended up getting the same thing as you and Maki, and they were not disappointed. 

You all sat at the booth, chilling and enjoying your drinks, until you noticed Maki's girlfriend, Nobara, walking up to the counter to order. You waved at her, and she smiled back, coming over to join your group. Maki turned around, noticing your attention on someone, and when she saw Nobara, she got up, happy to see her, and hugged her, then kissed her.

"What are you doing here, baby?" Maki said, pulling Nobara in by her waist and holding her close.

"We just wanted to check out this new cafe!" Nobara replied, looking behind her as Megumi and Itadori walked towards her. However, they both didn't notice your friend group, as they were too distracted arguing with each other about who knows what.

You hadn't noticed Megumi and Itadori coming in; you were too focused on enjoying your food. However, when you finally glanced up and saw Megumi, your face dropped. He looked away from Itadori and locked eyes with you, both of you visibly shocked. Everyone around you couldn't help but notice the tension between you both, their gazes darting back and forth between you.

Little did you know, Nobara and Maki had actually arranged this whole situation. They planned for you to go out to a cafe, and then Nobara would join along with her friends, just to see how you and Megumi would act towards each other. Feeling the awkwardness intensify, you quickly stood up from your seat. Looking back at your group, you both simultaneously said, "Nope, I gotta go." Then, as if on cue, you both looked back at each other and repeated, "No, I'm gonna go." Itadori looked at you both in complete shock.

"What the hell is going on with you two?" he said, clearly confused.

"What do you mean? Nothing is going on!" you say to Itadori, though it's clear you're lying to him.

"Course there isn't," Megumi says with his regular grumpy voice. You glare at him, and he glares back. 

"Uh... yeah, sure, totally believable," Itadori says, rolling his eyes.

 "Can you just spit it out already?" Maki says, hinting at Megumi to apologize to you for not showing up at the park.

Megumi shifts uncomfortably under Maki's gaze, then lets out a heavy sigh. "Fine. I'm sorry for not showing up on time at the park," he grumbles, still looking somewhat annoyed.

You nod, acknowledging his apology, but the tension between you two remains palpable. Everyone knows about the park situation, but they also sense that there's more to the tension between you and Megumi. After all, there wouldn't be this level of anger if it were just about the park.

"Cool! Can I leave now?" you ask, looking back at Maki with your arms crossed, clearly not forgiving Megumi.

"No, not until this is resolved," Itadori says firmly.

"Megumi, what type of apology is that?" Maki responds, her tone slightly scolding.

"Do I have to apologize in front of you guys?" Megumi retorts, his frustration evident in his voice.

"Uhm, yeah? How else are we going to even know if you actually are?" Itadori responds, his tone firm. Nobara, Toge, and Yuta watch with amusement, clearly intrigued by the unfolding drama.

"Right," Megumi says, annoyed, pinching his eyebrows together. "Look, Y/n, I didn’t see your message on time. I was out running errands, and my phone was on 'do not disturb.' When I finally saw it, it was already 6:55 pm. I tried calling you a few times, but your phone was off. I did go to the park, but I got there at 7:15, and I guess you had already left by then. I tried calling you again after that, but I guess you blocked me... I'm really sorry I didn’t make it on time. If I had seen your message earlier, I would’ve been there on time. I’m sorry." Megumi's apology sounds genuine.

"Oh..." was all you were able to say. After hearing what Megumi said, you were baffled. Honestly, you didn't expect that response at all. It made you feel... important again. It kind of made you happy to realize that he actually did come to the park. But it seemed like something was still bothering him, because after apologizing, he just sat down beside Itadori and didn’t look at you again. You glanced up at him a few times while you were all out, but he never once looked at you. It felt like he was trying to avoid you, but for what reason? The tension between you two lingered, and it was clear that there was still more to be resolved.

Everyone talked and shared laughs while you were in the cafe, except Megumi, who barely said a word. Apparently, that was normal for him, but you had never seen him like that before. And you, usually the happy person who always talks to everyone, were quieter than normal. Yuta and Toge picked up on it pretty fast, but they figured it was because of the whole situation with Megumi. They weren't wrong though… but they hated seeing this side of you. 

It's been two months since you all went to that cafe together, meaning it's been two months of you and Megumi not talking to each other. You'd see each other in the halls from time to time, but it just felt... weird. Like it seems as if he is avoiding you. No, he is avoiding you. 

Within those two months, you've gotten super close to Itadori. You found out that the two of you actually have a lot in common, and you'd both hang out a few times a week. Sometimes Yuta and Toge would come to hang out too, while Maki and Nobara are always together. It makes you happy that you're all friends, except the one thing that upsets you is that Megumi isn't there. He isn't talking to you, and every time you're over at their house hanging out with Itadori and Megumi comes home, he just heads straight upstairs and locks his door, completely ignoring your presence. And you don't even know what to do anymore. You don’t understand why he's avoiding you, but it hurts so damn bad.

This time, the sting of rejection cut a little deeper. You, Itadori, and Toge were all hanging out at Itadori's place when Megumi arrived home from his last class. As he entered the house, his gaze swept over the living room where you three were engrossed in video games. Gaining courage, you decided to greet him, but Megumi simply glanced at you all before retreating upstairs to his room, as if you were invisible. It was a small gesture, but it weighed heavily on your heart, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

Sensing the tension, Itadori and Toge exchanged a concerned glance before swiftly diverting the conversation.

"I'm starving, you guys wanna grab some pizza?" Itadori's stomach growled audibly, prompting laughter from you and Toge.

"Yeah, I'm down for some pizza too!" Toge chimed in.

"You ordering, Itadori?" you asked.

"Nah, let's go pick it up. I'm too hungry to wait," Itadori replied eagerly.

"Ugh, can I just stay here and wait for you guys to come back? I'm feeling lazy," you grumbled, feeling drained.

"That's cool. Oh, and ask Megumi if he wants anything too," Itadori said, shooting you a pointed look.

"Why me?" you protested, taken aback.

"Because you're the one staying behind!" Itadori replied with a mischievous grin, while Toge chuckled.

"Why can't Toge do it?" you countered.

"Because we're leaving now, and you can let us know when he responds. Bye!" Toge said, already halfway out the door with Itadori.

"Fuck you’ve gotta be kidding me.” you mutter to yourself, as you walk up the familiar staircase. Reaching Megumi's door, you knock, feeling a mix of nerves and frustration bubbling inside.

You hear Megumi open the door from his bathroom and approach. As he opens the door, you see he's holding a towel, ruffling it through his hair. At first, you're looking down, but your gaze slowly moves up, and your face turns bright red as your eyes widen. Holy shit-

He's standing there shirtless, wearing only shorts, with his wet hair indicating he just got out of the shower. Water droplets glisten on his chest, and even though you knew he was in good shape, seeing him actually shirtless makes you feel flustered. You quickly look away, embarrassed for staring for so long.

"Uhm... sorry, I didn’t mean to-I mean, I didn’t know-”

"All good," Megumi cuts you off, his expression nonchalant and his tone cold, which catches you by surprise. Lost in thought, you're interrupted as Megumi asks again, "What’s up? You need something?" He throws his towel over his shoulder and he leans against the door frame.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Itadori and Toge are on their way to get pizza. They were wondering if you wanted any..." you say, feeling a bit awkward.

"Oh, nah, I'm good, thanks," he replies.

"Okay..." You stare at him for a moment, and he notices, prompting him to ask, "Anything else?"

"No..."

"Doesn’t really seem like that..." he observes, noting your lingering presence.

"I just... why are you being like that...?" you ask him, feeling a little sad.

"Like what? I didn’t do anything," he retorts.

"Like cold..."

"What do you mean? I’m always like this," he replies.

"No, you're not. Not to me... I thought we were okay after the apology, but you just kept trying to avoid me... We haven’t talked in two months... Why, Megumi?" you say, your voice tinged with sadness.

"Why don’t you just go talk to Choso?" he suggests.

"What?! Is that what this is about?" you scoff.

"No clue what you’re talking about," he says, clearly annoyed.

"Megumi..." you start, but he hums in response.

"Are you jealous?" you ask, a little surprised, teasing him.

"No, I’m not," he says, his face serious as always.

"Don’t lie to me. You are jealous!"

"What do you want, y/n?" he says, attempting to change the subject, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"I want you to admit it and tell me why you’ve been avoiding me," you say back, crossing your arms.

"What are you trying to get at? There’s nothing to admit," he says tersely.

"So you’re telling me the reason you’ve been avoiding me has nothing to do with Choso," you question him.

"Mhm," he replies, rolling his eyes.

"I just don’t believe you," you tease him further.

"Alright, fine. Yeah, I was jealous. You happy now?" he says angrily, stepping back into his room, about to close the door. But you quickly take a step forward, putting one hand out to keep his door open, and you step into his room, closing the door behind you.

"Why? I don’t understand what there is to be jealous of..." you say, genuinely oblivious to the situation.

"God, Y/N, did you just come here to just fucking argue?" he spits back.

"No, Megumi, I just don’t understand you! I don’t understand why the fuck you’re avoiding me and why the fuck you’re acting like an asshole right now!" you snap back, now angry yourself.

"Don’t you get it?" he retorts.

"Get what? I don’t fucking get shit," you reply, your tone escalating.

"Are you that oblivious?" he challenges.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What are—" you start, but he cuts you off mid-sentence.

"I fucking like you," he confesses, his words leaving you stunned. It's not what you were expecting. You thought he was going to tell you he no longer wanted to be friends, but this... This was definitely better than anything you could’ve imagined.

"What—“ Your mouth drops, speechless at the unexpected revelation. 

"I have since the day I took you home from the club..." he adds.

Flooded with so many emotions, you’re unsure of what’s happening, but one thing is clear: you want him. You want him more than ever. You’ve missed his touch, craved it, longed for him. And before you know it, your legs move on their own, as if you have no control over your body. Without hesitation, you rush to him and lean in, kissing him desperately. One hand finds its place on his cheek as you press your lips against his, to which he responds with a groan. At first, he’s stiff, clearly not expecting your bold move, but then he starts to kiss you back with hunger, and you reciprocate, matching his intensity.

Suddenly, you feel his hands on your waist, pulling you closer and pressing you against the wall behind you, the kiss unbroken. A soft moan escapes your lips as your back meets the cool wall, sending shivers down your spine. Your free hand finds its way to his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, stirring a sensation you can’t quite explain… The heat between your legs intensifies with each passing moment of the kiss, a fire burning within you. 

Megumi’s grip on your waist tightens slightly, eliciting yet another moan from you, making him smirk against your lips. “Missed that fucking voice of yours,” he murmurs in a deeper tone, sending a wave of heat coursing through your body once again. His words, dripping with desire, only serves to fuel the flames of passion between you, leaving you both consumed by the intoxicating heat of the moment.

finally they apologized 🙄

this lowkey might be one of fav parts bc it was so fun to write…

but i’m so excited to write the next part 😗🤭

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[miyuhpapayuh]

Shame on me.

“It’s a shame for you,

It’s a shame for me..

Is the blame on you?

I could say the same for me!

After the wrong, is there a right?”

That’s exactly what she was wondering as she watches her boyfriend of one year, Lucky, sing to another random girl on stage.

It wasn’t even the fact that he was singing to them, because she understood the attraction that women had towards him, and she couldn’t blame them.

But, she didn’t think there was any real reason why he should be getting down on his knees and gripping them up and being all in their faces.

She’s expressed her slight frustration, once, and he chalked it up to her being paranoid. And of course, when that wasn’t enough to make her calm down, he fucked every doubt right out of her mind.

But, that only holds over for so long.

So, here they are again. Lucky out there on bended knee making some pretty brown girl squeal with joy, while his lover fumes behind the curtains.

After the show was over and the pair were on their way home, the unwanted conversation lingered in the air.

With her arms folded across her chest, she stared out of the window at the dark blue sky, while Lucky kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, already knowing that this was about to tear up his nerves.

“Wassup, baby?” He asks, briefly looking in her direction. “Why you facin’ the window?”

“Hm. I could think of a couple reasons, but I’ll keep ‘em to myself.”

He sucks his teeth. “Let’s not do this, tonight.”

“That’s why I said I’ll keep ‘em to myself.” She snaps, looking in his direction.

“Here we go.”

“David, please. If you’re not gonna be real, then just leave it alone.”

Taking offense, he pulls into an empty lot and parks the car.

She rolls her eyes, not moving her position. “It’s dark out here and you playin’.”

“I’m not playin’. I’m bein’ real. Wassup witchu?” He nudges her arm, pissing her off.

“You know exactly wassup with me. But, it ain’t no big deal to you, so whatever.”

“You sure? Cause, it’s whatever doesn’t sound like a very solid stance.”

She rolls her eyes. "Leave me alone."

He stares at her. “You gon tell me what's got you so angry or is it still whatever?"

“Fuck you, Lucky. Seriously.” She spats, fully facing him. "You know why I'm upset. It's why I'm always upset, with no good reason, according to you."

“You know what? I don’t know what it’s gonna take for you to understand. Why we gotta argue? You don’t see me blowin’ up at you for them lil stunts you be pullin’!” He responds.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Right. We got amnesia, now? You don’t be posting half naked all over Instagram, every week?”

“Are you serious, right now?” She asks.

“Dead serious.  You always trippin’ and goin’ on bout me and what I be doin’, like you ain’t out here lookin’ like you want some attention.”

“Well, I wonder why the fuck that is!” She huffs.

“So, that’s my fault too, huh?” He chuckles, resuming his driving to their destination.

“Fucking duh.” She grumbles, continuing to stare out of the window.

“I’m not looking for anybody’s attention, but yours. You stupid motherfucker. But, you’re too busy giving it to them heffas you call fans.”

“You act like I’m cheating on you.”

“You might as well be.” She quips.

“Just let me know when you’re ready to have a rational conversation.” He pats her knee, chuckling again as she jerks away from his touch.

Back at home, the pair’s annoyance with each other continued to fester.

“Aren’t you tired of walking back and forth, yet?” Lucky asks, growing tired of her pacing the expansive floor in front of their bed. “Come sit down, please.”

“Not if you’re not gonna listen to me. I might as well go downstairs.”

“I’m listening to you! I’ve been all ears, all night!” He grows defensive, his voice rising by the slightest.

“Lucky, fix your tone.” She warns.

Sighing to himself, he shakes his head. “Please, just come and sit down.”

Reluctantly sitting down beside him, she looks up at him. He’s already staring back at her.

“Talk.”

“I’m not cheating on you. I go out on stage and do my job. You know I love my fans. I just go out there and make ‘em happy. That’s it. I’m sorry that I made you feel disrespected and neglected, baby. That was never my intention.” He frowns, reaching out to grab her hands into his own.

“You know how I get.. it’s no excuse, but I just can’t handle someone being that close to you. Touching you and clinging onto you like I do. And, it makes it worse when you indulge, but I know that’s your job. I got it. I’m sorry, too.”

“That’s how I felt, when you was postin’ that shit on the gram.” He snorts, “had ya ass hangin’ out, muhfuckas lookin’ at my goods and shit.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She pouts.

“I should bend you ova’ my knee,” his deep brown eyes glow in the dimly lit room. She fails to hide the smirk growing on her lips.

As the tension leaves the room, it’s quickly replaced by lust so thick, it clouds their minds.

“Come’ere.” She beckons him with a single finger, resulting in him tackling her into the sheets, pulling and yanking at her clothes, until she’s as naked as the day she was born.

She tugs on the bottom of his shirt, before his hands place hers on the bed. “Stay just like this.”

Kissing her rebuttal away, his lips touch every part of her skin as he sinks into her lap, guiding her long legs over his shoulders.

Her hands quickly thread into his coils, tugging as his tongue glides over her clit, down to her opening and back up.

Over and over.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” She moans.

“Mmmmh,” he moans against her, driving her wild. His hands rubbing up and down her sides.

“Shit!,” she breathes. “Just like that!”

Adding his index and middle finger to the equation, she explodes in no time.

But, he didn’t cease, until he brought her to another climax so intense, she damn near pushed him away.

He chuckles, rising up from the bed to strip.

“I ain’t even gave you this dick yet, baby. Don’t tap out on me, yet.”

Sinking back into between her legs, his eyes lock on hers as they move in sync.

“I love you,” he mumbles over her parted lips, her breathing slowly picking up.

“I love you, too.”

Hips grinding against hers, poking at that spot that seizes her up.

“Yes, babyy… that’s the spot.” She whines, sinking her nails into his hips as he picks up speed with every thrust, til he’s damn near pounding into her.

“My god!” She whimpers, lifting her head up to look between them at the mess they’re making, not getting far as Lucky pushes her head back towards the pillows.

“So fuckin’ good… mmm!” He growls, hand cupping her face.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna—- oooh shit, baby!” Her legs open and close around his thighs, fighting off her release.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” was enough to drive her over the edge, her nails digging into his back.

Tossing her onto her stomach, he wastes no time sliding back into her. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“Don’t get all quiet now… talk yo shit, babe.” He taunts, easily locating one of her many spots.

“Unh… fuck you,” she moans, rolling her hips against him.

He deeply chuckles, smacking her ass. “Fuck me, huh.”

“Mmmhm.. I hate you.” She teases, smirking once he grabs the front of her neck and begins to drive into her, roughly.

Her mouth falls open, nothing but gasps escaping as his strokes actively take her breath away.

“You hate me… but, you love when I get up in this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You love when daddy make you cum, don’t you?”

“Yesss, yes! Deeper… deeper, baby!” She yells, drunk on his stroke.

Doing just that, he touches her soul with just a few thrusts, her eyes almost rolling out of her head.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping the sheets in her hands. “Right there, babyyyy… right there!”

“I’m where you need me, baby?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna cum— I’m gonna cum!” Her arch begins to falter as her orgasm shatters through her, pulling him down as well.

“Ah shitttt,” his grip on her neck tightens, before slowly loosening as he fills her with his warmth.

“Mmh,” he sighs, pressing kisses up her spine as she comes down from her high. “You still mad at me?”

They share a laugh.

Some toxic filth for y'all lmao enjoy!

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[hyugaruma]

H&L: When They’re Jealous

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re: when some guy tries flirting with you…

“girlfriend” “she” used

not shown, ranmaru later being a dickhead to you because he partially blames you for the whole ordeal…because he sucks (i love him)

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Cobra: “Is this your friend?” Cobra isn’t someone who likes to jump to conclusions, and he wants you to know that he trusts you completely and would never assume any sort of infidelity. So, when he sees a man approach you at the bar, he wants to give the benefit of the doubt. Cobra casually slides back onto the barstool next to you that he previously occupied before stepping off to the bathroom. Though he remains cool about the whole thing, he can’t help the way his arm seems to mindlessly find itself wrapping around your hips in a territorial way. “I’m Cobra, by the way. Her boyfriend.”

Hyuga: “Oi, who let this clown in here? I hate clowns.” Hyuga nonchalantly tokes on his pipe, several Daruma Babies hovering around behind him. Despite his calm attitude, you can tell by the twitch of his eyebrows that he’s irritated. The man who was trying to flirt with you instantly takes a step away from you, clearly taking note of the danger that he faces at the hands of Hyuga. Hyuga looks to you, asking you without any words if the guy was bothering you. You know that, if you wanted him to, Hyuga would be quick to dispose of the guy for you, but the man seems harmless enough, so you shake your head. “You’re lucky the Mrs. here is nicer than me. Get the hell out of here.”

Ranmaru: “If you’re looking for a pretty face, I’m right here.��� Ranmaru’s the type to act first and ask questions later. The second he sees the man approach you in the dimly-lit club he’s already got the guy’s shirt gripped tightly in his fist. It doesn’t even matter if the guy was actually flirting with you or not. Ranmaru yanks the man closer so that they’re face-to-face, a shit-eating grin that you know all too well appearing on his face. Ranmaru likes to pretend like he doesn’t get jealous, but let anyone try to make a move on you and his actions will say differently. “That one’s off limits, though.”

Yasushi: “You looking for someone to take you out on a date? Go ahead, try those moves of yours out on me. I’m waiting.” Your boyfriend’s near-maniacal laughter seems to scare the guy shitless, because all prior confidence he’d had when hitting on you was now evaporated and replaced with utter fear. Yasushi casually steps between you and the guy, his grin only widening at the fearful reaction. Yasushi teasingly beckons the guy forward with a wave of the hand. There’s nothing you can say or do at this point to get Yasushi to stand down; Yasushi’s already taken this opportunity to scratch that itch for a fight. “What? Lost your nerve? Come on, don’t get me all excited for nothing.”

Fujin: “She’s got a boyfriend who knows how to fight, y’know?” Fujin slings an arm over your shoulders and eyes down the guy who just tried asking for your number, much to your own obvious discomfort. Fujin hadn’t left your side for more than two seconds when the creep decided to swoop in. Fujin trusts you implicitly, but he’s quick to jump in when anyone else might be trying to make a move on you. One thing about Fujin is that he doesn’t like people bothering his significant other. Fujin flicks his head in a gesture that dismisses the guy who currently looks like he’s regretting his decision in approaching you. “Get lost, before you really piss me off.”

Amagai: “You thought you should even try? You’re pathetic.” Another one who likes to pretend like he doesn’t get jealous, but boy does he. Amagai shoves his foot into the gut of the guy currently on the floor at his feet. The second you had casually mentioned the guy had tried hitting on you, Amagai was already sending Ryo on his way to bring the guy-in-question to him. This was all little known to you, however, because one thing Amagai wasn’t going to do was have his jealousy be known to you. Amagai squats down and looks the trembling guy in the eyes with a cold smile. “Didn’t anybody ever teach you not to touch things that aren’t yours?”

[jaeyunverse]

love for sale (teaser)

PAIRING(S) | nishimura riki x fem!reader

GENRE(S) | fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, fake dating, prep school au

EST. WORD COUNT | i am not sure actually so i will say anywhere from 5k to 12k

WARNING(S) | profanity, prejudice, class discrimination + all warnings to be added in the full fic

SUMMARY | nishimura riki wants to piss off his mother and you need money to keep studying at clayton prep after your scholarship is under the threat of being terminated. it just so works out that you’re the exact kind of person his mom despises, and riki has more than enough money in his bank account to fund your education.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE | i don’t even know how long this wip has been catching dust in my docs LOOOL i am very excited to get started on it though! i hope u enjoy the teaser <3

Nishimura Riki was really starting to get on your nerves. 

Normally, he was a person who couldn’t stop riling you up for his amusement. You tried to pretend he didn’t exist, but there was something about him that compelled you to shoot back with a jab of your own every time he taunted you.

Your life without his annoying presence would have been simpler, but overall, he was harmless.   

However, his behaviour from the past few days was really starting to make you wonder if he had gone off the deep end and finally lost his mind. 

“Leave me alone, Nishimura!” you snapped, tired from having to tell him the same thing over and over again. “I am not doing you the stupid favour.”

“I’m not asking for a favour!” he protested. “I’m willing to give you anything you want in return. This is a legitimate transaction involving give-and-take.”

“I don’t want shit from you and you’re an idiot to think of your proposed arrangement as a mere transaction.”  

“You’re making a mistake, Y/N.”

“No,” you said, stopping in your tracks and turning to face him. “I would be making a mistake if I agreed to be your fake fucking girlfriend. How the hell did you even think to ask me that?”

Riki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He glanced around your school hallway and grabbed your wrist, pulling you along to god-knew-where.

“Wha—” you began, but he cut you off.

“It’s too crowded here. We can’t discuss this matter in public under any circumstances.” 

Scoffing, you snatched your arm back. He paused for a moment, watching you overtake him and walk ahead. When he didn’t follow, you glared at him over your shoulder. 

Riki rolled his eyes and took long strides towards you. “Was that necessary?”

“Yes,” you replied sharply, not allowing him to walk beside you and making sure to stay a step ahead. 

Perhaps, Clayton Prep’s snobbiness had rubbed off on you more than you’d suspected. Though you supposed it was bound to happen someday since you’d been surrounded by teenagers born with a diamond spoon in their mouth for the past few years.

Opening an inconspicuous door at the end of the hallway, you trudged inside and found yourself in an empty classroom. Nishimura Riki kicked the entrance shut behind him and turned to you. 

“Look, I’m not happy to have this conversation over and over again either, but I need you. I don’t have a fucking choice.”

You snorted. “You need me? Pray tell.”  

“My mom hates people who don’t have money and influence.” 

“Oh, you could not be more wrong if you thought telling me this would convince me to help you.” 

“I’m not done,” Riki snapped. “Just hear me out before you jump to conclusions.”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“My grandfather’s shares will be transferred to me once I turn 21 and she’s pissed I’m going to get control of the business instead of her,” he muttered and ran a hand through his hair. “I have no doubt about my mother’s love for me, but she has been dreaming about taking over the company ever since she was a kid. She can’t do that by herself anymore, so she’s going to try to do it through me by getting me to bend to her will. I can’t let her put a leash on me and start dictating my life.” 

“If you think going out with me will send her a message, you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought you were,” you said and scoffed with disbelief. “You want her to back off, Nishimura? You better come up with something that doesn’t make you look like a spoiled brat rebelling against his mommy.”   

“You don’t know my mother,” he growled. “She has always been prejudiced against poor people. Money and power are all she cares about, and I will not let her come after what belongs to me.” 

“You know what?” you fumed and stomped towards him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You’re an asshole. You came to me for help and you still had the audacity to humiliate me. Not to mention that your sob story makes you sound like a hypocrite who only cares about money too.”  

“I don’t give a shit about the money. I care about keeping my grandfather’s legacy alive,” he bit back and took a step closer. “There’s a reason he was willing to give his inexperienced grandson his company rather than hand it over to his daughter.” 

“Well, I don’t give a shit, Nishimura!” you shouted, throwing your hands in the air. “Deal with your goddamn problems by yourself. We’re done having this conversation.”

Shoving him away, you walked to the door and ripped it open. However, before you could leave, he said, “You’re here on scholarship, aren’t you?” 

Freezing in your tracks, you turned around and narrowed your eyes at him. “What?” 

“Sorry.” Riki laughed humourlessly. “That was a stupid question. I know you’re here on scholarship. Everyone does, and that’s because Clayton Prep isn’t known for charity.” 

“You’re going to end up with a bloody face if you don’t watch what you say,” you warned, trying your best to keep the chain on your temper intact. 

“Do you know why this school doesn’t offer scholarships, Y/N?” he inquired and slowly closed the distance between the two of you, unfazed by your threat. “It’s because my mother is a trustee on the board and prohibits financial aid. 

“The only reason you were accepted is that my grandfather built this place from the ground up. He wanted you here because saw something special in you. He may have overruled her decision then, but he’s not here to keep protecting you now.”

The colour drained from your face and your heart dropped to your stomach. “Are you threatening me?” 

“I’m giving a rundown on the facts and am offering you an opportunity,” Riki corrected. “I have more than enough money to pay for your entire education at Clayton Prep. You just have to say yes to helping me piss my mom off.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek and stared at him, your hands curling into fists at your side. You couldn’t believe you’d been stupid enough to not predict what Mr. Nishimura’s death would have entailed for you.

Though, you didn’t blame yourself. The man had quite literally picked you from the streets and given you a shot at living a meaningful life. He’d gifted you a future, and you’d spent months grieving his passing. 

You weren’t going to beat yourself up for not being a cold-hearted, selfish and conniving bitch. 

But now that Riki had pointed out the glaringly obvious, you had to strongarm yourself. You couldn’t let his mother kick you out because you didn’t have the resources to study at Clayton Prep.

Besides, if there was one thing you were aware of without a doubt, it was your self-worth. You’d proved yourself to be smarter than every single student attending the school on several occasions. 

Blowing out a breath, you closed the door. There was a gun to your head, and making a deal with Nishimura Riki was the only visible way to survive. 

“What do you need me to do?” 

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 2

An AU Elvis fic

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis’ full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, voyeurism, masturbation, blood/gore

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4K

A/N: Hello everyone!

I hope you like this fic so far! I'm having fun writing it and it's getting more spicy 🤭 Reader is going through it and I'm loving the tension between these two. Please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message!

Thank you again!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and overall goofs. 🖤

Your alarm clock seems to be louder than usual and the instant feeling of anxiety fills your body when you open your eyes. You dreaded going to work today and wished you could just call out sick. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind you were going to get called into the office today and get scolded, and maybe possibly fired. How did you fuck up the most simple of tasks?! Clean and get out. But no, you had to become a nervous wreck around Elvis and shatter a champagne bottle in your hands, making more of a mess and bleed all over his suite. 

You muster up the courage to get ready and take a shower. Removing the bandages from your hands, you inspect the damage you caused. The cuts didn’t look as bad as yesterday but hurt when stretched your fingers out and flexed your hands. You decided to wrap them back up to keep the wounds dry and clean. 

Looking at the clock, you decide to get to work a bit early incase management needed to talk to you. Might as well prepare for the worse. The drive to the hotel made your stomach turn, the way the air smelled made you sick the closer you got to the parking garage. 

You get to the locker room at noon and it’s buzzing with everyone about to head to lunch. You take a few more steps into the room and everyone grows quiet, throwing disgruntled looks to you. You have no idea what everyone’s problem is but you quickly make it to your locker and get your things out, trying to act like nothing is bothering you. Your friend, Anna, opens her locker next to you and bumps your shoulder.

“What’s with everyone today?” You mutter, looking over your shoulder and seeing the disgusted stares continuing. 

“Everyone found out about you getting promoted to the penthouse and they’re pissed. Especially the ones that have been here a lot longer than you have.” She whispers. “But I’m happy for you, you work your ass off. You have to tell me, what’s he like?” She says in an excited whisper. 

“Well, he’s a dick. Rudest asshole I’ve ever met,” you snicker. She looks at you with wide eyes and covers her mouth from the the laugh that wants to come out. 

“Really?! What did you say to him? What happened?” She presses. 

“Not much but he was just in a foul mood. He watched my every last move and…” you stop yourself, still very much embarrassed about yesterday’s events. 

“Come on tell me,” Anna says eagerly. 

“I broke a champagne bottle and bled all over his suite, then he kicked me out,” you say with a snicker, the nerves getting the best of you and needing to let out the pent up anxiety. 

She lets out a giggle and picks up your bandaged hands. “Y/n, what the hell. That’s awful! You’re like the biggest perfectionist on earth. What happened?” 

“He made me… so nervous. I don’t know what it was about his presence but it just was so intense. The way he’d look at me gave me chills, I don’t know! I have no explanation other than the nerves got the best of me and it broke me, literally,” you say jokingly as you raise up your bandaged hands. 

Anna laughs at you and you continue to change your clothes. 

“Y/n, get in here,” Tanya’s voice echos loudly from the back office. You stomach drops and you look nervously at Anna. 

“Shit, this can’t be good,” you mutter. 

It feels like a death march, and you try to come up with an excuse for your behavior but nothing is good enough to get you out in the clear. 

You swing open the office door and see Tanya looking down at paperwork. 

“Shut the door please,” she says with the wave of her pen. 

You comply and take a seat in the chair, your leg nervously bouncing up and down. 

“How was your shift yesterday?” She asks, her tone unwavering. 

You swallow harshly and clear your throat before speaking. 

“It went well. Was there any notes Mr. Presley left for me?” You say quietly.

She hands you a piece of paper and you hesitate to take it. 

“He sent this down sometime last night. He was so impressed with you y/n. Left you high praise and that’s really a feat! Not even Laura got such high praise when she worked up there. I’m really impressed too,” she says proudly. 

You exhale a sigh of relief and let out a nervous laugh as you take the paper from her hand. 

“Mr. Presley would like to keep y/n as his permanent housekeeper. She gave wonderful care and service.” -Presley Enterprises

You’re at a loss for words and don’t know how you received such a letter. You could have sworn by the wrath in Elvis’ voice you were going to be fired but the opposite tone was conveyed and now you were his permanent housekeeper?

“Thank you Tanya, I’m glad everything worked out smoothly for him. Was there anything else you needed from me?” You say positively. 

“No that was all. Keep up the good work,” she says cheerfully. 

You excuse yourself and close the door behind you, making a swift jog to the bathroom. How were you able to get such high praise when he made it so clear that he hated you. That you were a complete nuisance to him and had to harshly kick you out! That wasn’t normal and you wanted to ask him what the reason for such crass behavior was. You check your hair in the mirror and slick it back in a tight ponytail.

The locker room clears out and it’s left with you and your wandering thought. The shrill sound of the phone makes you race to grab the phone from the wall. It was too early for Elvis to be calling, it was only 2 o clock, so at least you can take a few more moments to calm yourself down and get ready for your shift.  

“Housekeeping, this is y/n,” you quip. 

“Mr. Presley is requesting your services,” the voice says darkly and hangs up. Your heart races and you scramble to make sure you have everything. You sprint your way to the elevator with your key to get to the penthouse, making sure to not make him wait as long as he did yesterday for you in your nervous state. 

The elevator jolts up and you smooth out your uniform. The doors open and the same man is waiting for you when you step out. You quickly make your way to the door and step inside. 

The decedent smell fills your nose again and you quietly close the door behind you. There’s so much more light in the room today and as you turn around, you realize the curtains are all open, letting in that fresh sunlight. Your eyes dart to the moving figure moving in your peripheral. Elvis stands a few feet away from you in all black again, a white shirt buttoned down to the middle of his torso and his hair perfectly combed back in his signature way. 

Again, you’re heart raced by just the sight of him. You stand there for a second trying not to stare but miserably failing. Nerves rush through you, waiting for him to snap at you for yesterday's mishaps and make you feel incompetent. 

“H-hello, Mr. Presley,” you say intimidated, giving a slight smile at the last second.

“Hello, y/n. I’m glad you’re here,” he says with a grin. He makes his way toward you in a slow, nonchalant manner and raises his hand out in front of him. 

You realize he’s not wearing any sunglasses today and can see how blue his eyes are for the first time. They’re electric, so captivating, and alluring. They’re like clear blue tropical waters, something you’ve only seen in books. No photograph could properly capture this shade of blue and you just wanted to swim in them. This makes your heart beat flutter again and you try to regain focus on what Elvis is saying to you.  

“I’m very sorry for how I acted yesterday. Maybe we can start over. I hope you don’t think I’m a rude asshole,” he suggests with a chuckle. 

You wince and the words he said, the same ones you whispered to Anna a few hours ago, and feel bad that you said it based on your one interaction. But if he admits he was wrong, you’ll take the apology. Looking down at his pale hand, it’s covered in rings that are probably worth more than you make in a year’s salary. You carefully wrap your fingers around his large hand and shake it. He still feels cold like he did yesterday or maybe it was just the coolness of the rings making him feel that way, you couldn’t decipher what was the coldest. You tried not to dwell on it and tried to stop staring at his hands as you noticed the scars and calluses on his long fingers. 

You meet his gaze and smile genuinely for the first time. 

“It’s alright Mr. Presley, I was also a bit nervous yesterday and wasn’t myself.” You assure. You notice he still has your hand in his grasp, rubbing the faintest circle on the back of your hand distracting you from making a coherent thought. Even though his temperature was off from yours, the way his skin felt on yours was obsessional. The way it tingled effortlessly through your body down to your toes and you wanted more. Your heart continues to dance in your chest and you feel his gaze intensify. 

“Are you feeling better Mr. Presley? You were very…cold yesterday,” you say shyly. 

He lets out a small hum before answering, “Never better honey. You definitely brightened up my day,” he says coyly. 

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks. How does this man have so much charm in his body that he makes you feel like a love-struck puppy? 

He finally lets go of your hand and you want it back on you, liking his touch more than you should. 

He starts to walk toward the couch, looking over his shoulder at you before sitting down, “please, sit with me. I want to get to know you better,” he coos. Standing there unable to speak, you nervously smile and shake your head at him. 

“No, that’s okay Mr. Presley I don’t sit down in the guest's spaces when I’m on the clock. I really should get started cleaning.” You defer. 

For a second, his eyebrows furrow in confusion, then his eyes grow soft and almost plead for you. “Oh no please, I insist,” He smiles softly. 

“That’s okay Mr. Presley. If you want, you can ask me questions while I clean, I’m okay with that,” you say cheerfully. Turning to your cleaning cart you left here last night, you grab a trash bag and begin to clean up the remnants of last night's party. You quickly glance over at him sitting on the couch, watching you like a hawk with a smirk on his face. 

“What did you want to know about me?” You ask, picking up bottles and throwing plates away. 

Elvis hums softly to himself, trying to find the words to ask, “How old are you?” 

“I’m 30, but I really feel like I’m 16 still,” you quip cutely. You hear a low chuckle come from him. “How old are you,” you throwback to him. 

“Hmm, I guess I’m 38 but sometimes I feel 33, maybe even 21 at times but based on how many times I’ve traveled around the sun, I’m just 38.” He remarks. 

“Okay, I’ll say you’re young at heart,” You say and you hear him chuckle. 

“What do you like to do for fun?” He asks next. 

This actually makes you pause and think because quite frankly, you don’t know. 

“Well, it’s hard to say… I work pretty much all the time so the days I do have off, I just clean up my apartment or go swimming or something. I just don’t have a lot of time for fun,” you say a bit defeated. He looks at you with sorrow in his eyes, hearing the sadness that is behind those words. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. That’s no way to live,” He noted. You nod in agreement as you tie off the trash bag and reach for another one. 

“Yeah, it’s not the easiest, but I get by and that’s all that matters,” you try to say cheerfully. 

“So do you ever leave the penthouse?” You ask him cheekily. 

He snickers and nods his head, “only when I have to. I just don’t like it. There’s nothing out there for me,” he broods. 

“Ah I see… do you miss being able to walk down the street without being noticed?” 

“Sometimes, but my fans gave me all of this so I can’t complain,” he says stoically. 

There’s a comfortable silence that is built in between you two as you continue to work. He still watches you intensely like he did yesterday, but there was a sense of curiosity embedded in that stare. You move to the next room and he follows closely behind you. This room you assumed could be a guest room since it didn’t seem to have any personal belongings of Elvis’ in there. There were a dozen candle sticks, all in red, lit up making the room feel eerie and ancient almost. You couldn’t pinpoint what that feeling, was but the more you observed the contents in the room, how strange the things he did collect. There were books on death and philosophy. Books on history and myths. It was all very fascinating to you as you carefully move these items out of the way to clean, trying to read the back cover of them. They were all very dusty and old. You had never seen a book made like this. Bound in a light brown cover with red lettering on the front and golden leafed edges on the paper. 

He sits on the edge of the bed as you reach to dust the books and the shelves above the bed, something you didn’t get an opportunity to get to yesterday. His eyes stare at your ass, watching you make the smallest movements as you are focused on getting the job done. You look over your shoulder at him and see where his gaze is directed at. Your cheeks feel on fire being the object this man is looking at lustfully. You haven’t gotten this much attention from a man in years and you can’t lie to yourself, you kind of like it. 

You get off the bed and fix the comforter, fluffing up the pillows as you stare back at him with a similar intensity. 

“Can I ask what you’re staring at?” You jest. 

“Nothing honey don’t worry. You’re just very beautiful that’s all,” he admits with a grin. You can’t help but smile hearing those words come from one of the most handsome people you’ve ever laid eyes on. And even in your drab pale blue uniform that was uncomfortable, he still managed to see your beauty. 

“So you’re married?” He stipulates and the sound of his voice makes you jump after the comfortable silence that was there previously. 

“Huh?” You asked confused. 

“You have a suntan on your ring finger, I assumed it’s because you’re married and don’t wear your ring while you work,” he observes. If you’re not mistaken, you feel like you can hear slight agitation in his voice? His eyes do that thing that makes you want to crumble before him as he expectantly waits for your answer. 

“Oh, well no, I’m not actually married. I’m just engaged and yeah I don’t normally wear the band at work so it doesn’t get damaged… You have good eyes, Mr. Presley,” you say jokingly. 

“Mhmm…how long have you been engaged?” he continues. 

“A couple years,” you say embarrassed. You were the last one out of all your friends to get married and it weighed on your mind. Maybe Daniel didn’t want to marry you after all since he doesn’t even bring up a date or anything. You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t wear your ring to not get it dirty or lost, but as time has gone on, something about it didn’t feel right wearing a ring there… 

“Why is that?” He snaps. You shoot your eyes back to him and he’s now standing up, looking at you like he could jump over this bed and attack you. 

“I don’t know… We haven’t gotten around to setting a date or pick a venue or anything. It just isn’t the right time,” you say sheepishly, defeat tainting your voice . 

Elvis walks around the bed toward you, analyzing every inch of your body until he’s right in front of you. 

“You deserve better,” he mumbles, reaching out and touching your cheek with his cold hand, rubbing his thumb softly there, giving your body a shiver. His eyes drink you in as he stands there with your face in his hand, chest beginning to rise and fall quicker. You watch as his chest heaves, inspecting every detail of your face and trailing down to your collarbone to the swell of your breast. Your skin gets chills as he does this and he notices, bringing a smirk to his face. 

“If only you knew…” he mutters. 

You grab his wrist, feeling your breathing increase with his close proximity making the room spin. Your vision gets blurry and you grab onto him tighter. You wanted him to comfort you in way you didn’t quite know about. You just wanted his body close to yours, like that would fix all your problems. A complete shift in thought compared to yesterday when all you wanted to do was say thirty yards away from him. 

“Elvis, I-I -I should get back to work,” you say a little breathlessly. 

His chest continues to rise and fall quickly and he bites his lower lip, nodding his head to you. 

“Of course, I’ll leave you alone. Leave whenever you would like,” he says quickly. Before he turns away, he takes his hands off of your face and gives the back of your bandaged hand a kiss. His lips barely grazed your skin but the way his lips dragged down along fingertips before he left was all too much to handle. The way your body screamed for more was frightening. 

You had never even thought of wanting another man since you’ve been with Daniel. You had convinced yourself that he was all you needed. But the way that Elvis makes you feel… you may need to question some of that. 

But it's Elvis. Everyone wanted him so it wasn’t like it made you any more special that you found him attractive too. You’re pretty sure your mom even finds him attractive. 

All this weird tension he’s given you today sizzles in your body and it takes everything in you to not follow him to the other room. He quietly leaves the room and turns in the direction leading to his bedroom, leaving you standing there unable to think. 

If only you knew…

His voice lingers in your head like a soothing whisper and you realize you were holding your breath thinking about this. You have to get a hold of yourself. You can’t actually think you can get Elvis Presley. He’s the most lust-after man on the planet and you’re just his housekeeper. There’s nothing there. 

Cleaning the rest of the penthouse felt atomically challenging. Your head couldn’t focus on anything in front of you and it took 3 different tries to not leave streaks on the mirrors. Your mind kept replaying that kiss on your hand, the way his lips felt so plush and soft on your skin, and wanted them to kiss more than just your hand. The way his hand felt on yours, looking at those long skilled fingers enveloping your small fragile hand. Those fingers that have had years of callouses from playing guitar so much and would probably feel amazing if they were running along your back. 

Shit, focus. 

You look at yourself I’m the mirror and see how frazzled you look. The burning want in your eyes for this man is so palpable, you’re embarrassed you’ve gotten yourself like this. 

Checking your watch, it’s 8 o clock, way past the time you thought you’d be done but with all these distractions, you moved at a snail's pace today. You finally finish and do a last walk-through of the space, making sure nothing is out of place. 

“Mr. Presley I’m all finished. Did you need anything else?” You announce loudly, unsure of what part of the penthouse he’s in. You don’t hear an answer and continue to check everything over, even checking behind the curtains for any wandering champagne bottles, then shutting the curtains for the night. 

Passing by the door that you assume leads to his bedroom, you hear noises. Moans in fact. The door isn’t closed all the way and the glow of the tv shines through the crack. Everything in you told you not to pry but the mystery of his seclusion when it came to his bedroom quarters had your curiosity reeling. You slowly tip-toe to the doorframe, pressing your forehead to it to peek in. 

There was a large tv set against the wall with a mirror to the right of it. On the tv was a pornography movie playing with a man and woman touching each other and making all these sounds. The man was teasing the woman, squeezing her nipples and she let out a pent up moan. You couldn’t see anything else in the room until you looked in the reflection of the mirror. There you saw Elvis sitting on the edge of his bed in his robe, watching intently what was on the screen. His hair looked like he had just come out of the shower with some strands falling onto his forehead, making him look somehow even better than before. Your eyes go back to the tv and watch the man continue to tease the woman with his dick, rubbing his length in between her folds. She moans and your eyes flash back to Elvis, seeing his mouth slightly open and his intense eyes looking at the scene unfold on the screen. 

He looks so good like this, the lust slowly dripping over his face and the way his eyebrows started to furrow. You watched as his fingers pulled the robe ties loose and open the garment. He opens it letting the thick material fan open to expose his naked body underneath. 

You have to hold your breath when you see him sitting there. You haven’t seen many men naked, but this was as beautiful as they get. His body was toned and perfectly pale white all the way down to his toes. Your eyes can’t help but stop and stare at his length. It was a lot longer than you expected and made this feeling grow inside you. 

Want?

Need?

Lust?

Jealousy?

You weren’t sure what it was but God he looked so good. He brings his hand up to his mouth and he spits in it, wrapping it around his length and he starts to rub it back and forth in his hand. You didn’t care what was on the tv you just wanted to watch him. He focuses on the tip of his cock, rubbing some of his precum along the shaft. There’s a vein that pops from his neck the longer he does this, making you wish you could just bite there. 

The moans escalate from the movie and his hand picks up pace, making his own delicious moans that drown out the others. Standing there you cross your legs, squeezing your thighs together as you realize that you’re starting to get wet from just watching him. 

“Oh fuck,” he moans, soft and sultry. His voice brings you a zing of pleasure straight to your core. It scared you that this is how this man makes you feel but you can’t help but keep watching the scene in front of you. 

Another moan slips from his beautiful mouth and his hand jerks his length harder. Your breathing picks up and that need inside you grows. You feel so naughty, so dirty for even remotely liking this. 

“Mmm, yes… you like that,” his voice dripping in temptation making you shiver. 

His hand stops suddenly and your eyes travel up to see his face. There you see piercing ice blue eyes looking back at you in the mirror. His eyes look dangerous and wild, hungry for attention and you were their prey. Your heart thumped louder than it ever did before and your stomach flipped. You quickly back away from the door and make a run for it. 

You swing open the front door open and pull the cleaning cart through after you, making the heavy door slam loudly. Your heart keeps ringing in your ears and you feel like you could throw up at any second. The guys standing in the hallway stare at you like you’ve gone absolutely crazy. You advert your eyes away from their gazes and slam the elevator button, making the doors open quickly and you rush inside. Pulling the cleaning cart in just in time before they close and you press the basement button. 

The elevator cart lurches down and you crouch over, hugging your knees to your chest and feeling like you’ve just jumped into the biggest trench you’ve ever seen, and its filling up with water fast. You have to gasp for air and felt dizzy with everything that you just saw. 

But he was so distracting, so beautiful, you wanted more of him. You knew it was wrong. You were still very much engaged to another man. To a man that doesn’t even care to ask how your day was. 

There was too many confusing thoughts in your head and you had to get out of this place and clear it. You finally reach the locker room and change, shredding off your uniform and grabbing your purse before running to your car. 

You drove through the city like a wanted criminal. Almost blowing red lights and switching lanes any time you felt that person was going too slow. You just needed to be alone and gather your thoughts and calm down. Pulling into the driveway, you quickly turn off the car and rush to get inside. 

Locking the door behind you, you let out a sigh of relief that you’re alone. 

“What are you doing home so late?” Daniel’s voice booming in the otherwise silent house making you tremble even more. 

“I uh, I had some overtime today, it’s busy season because Elvis is in town,” you say assuredly. It wasn’t a total lie. The hotel would get fully booked every time he was there for his residency and would have to put in some extra time cleaning rooms and washing towels and sheets. 

“Ah yeah, I forgot that bum is in town,” he shrugs. His tone stings at you for whatever reason and you move into the living room to put your purse down, trying not to make a big deal about it and try to calm yourself down. He sits down on the couch to put his shoes on and you see what he’s wearing. He had his three-piece navy blue suit on he always wore to work and he did look very handsome in it. The blue made his eyes stand out. 

“You look nice tonight,” you say softly. He doesn’t look at you and nods his head as he goes to grab his keys, “thanks, I’m off to work see you later,” he says dryly. 

The slam of the door doesn’t make you flinch and you sit there annoyed more than anything. You get up to lock the top bolt and feel the stillness of the house as you turn around. You’re used to the silence but today it felt different. 

Heading into the bedroom, you take off your uniform after a very long and eventful day. Sliding the skirt off your hips, you feel something odd between your legs. You pull your panties down too and see the slick that has gathered at the bottom of them. Your cheeks redden, shocked that he made you that wet by just watching him. 

You haven’t been this aroused in years and it terrified you that Elvis had that much power over you. He barely even touched you and you were a wreck. You couldn’t even imagine how it would feel if he touched you intimately…

You quickly take a shower and let the hot water run down your tired body. Trying to calm yourself down, you take your time and wash your hair. Turning off the faucet, you wrap your towel around you and scurry to the bedroom to get your pajamas. Reaching into the dresser for a pair of panties, you throw them on the bed as well as your matching pajamas. You pat your body dry and sit on the edge of the bed, thankful for the soft plush mattress to soothe your tired body. 

Unwrapping the towel, you grab the pair of panties you got out and start to slip them on. But something catches your eye; the arousal that continued to leak out of you. Your heart thumps loudly and you let out a frustrated groan. The effect this man left on you is dangerous. Your body could not forget the feeling he gave you by just being in his presence. The nervousness, the intrigue, the lust, all of that burned inside you as you feel your clit begin to throb because of him. Your fingers carefully slide down and find your aching bud. You take a sharp breath in as you discover how sensitive it is.

Rubbing it in slow circles, you feel so much relief, so much pleasure instantly that you’re pretty sure it’s not going to take you very long until you come undone. The amount of slick that came out of you was embarrassing but you didn’t care, you kept focusing on yourself.

Suddenly those long calloused fingers flash in your mind and your heart gallops at this salacious thought. You can’t help it, in this very moment, you wanted to have those fingers touch you in places that hasn’t gotten any attention in ages. Your hips involuntarily grind into your finger and a louder airy moan comes out of you. Your index and middle finger glide through your sopping folds and moan more as you rub them on your clit, sending another shock in your body.

“Oh god,” you moan breathlessly, putting more pressure on your bud. 

You feel that coil in your belly tighten and about to snap any second. You let your head fall back and squeeze your eyes closed, working yourself up to orgasm.

His voice echoes in your head, the sound of his gruff voice making you tingle when you thought of how it sounded when he was pleasuring himself.

You like that?... you hear his voice again and you cry out in frustration.

You feel your walls flutter and cry out, feeling the euphoric feeling take over your body.

“Ohmygod,” you moan out, “Oh my god E-Elvis,” you hiss and you gasp at what just came out of your mouth so easily. You sit there shaking, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm reel through your body. You felt horrified you just moaned out his name. What the hell was wrong with you?! This should not be happening. You could not be fantasizing about another man, especially one that is Elvis. 

A dark shadow moves in the corner of your eye and you snap your head in the direction of the bedroom door. There’s nothing there but a huge chill runs down your body and your breathing continues to grow heavy. You were being paranoid and the shame and guilt ran through you. 

It was probably nothing. You were the only one home. Just your imagination running wild and making yourself crazy. You get up and shut the bedroom door and lock it for safe measure.

You get underneath the sheets and focus on your breathing. 

You had to get a hold of yourself. You can’t let this get out of hand. You can’t let yourself succumb to his charm. Go to work and don’t get distracted.

Yeah, good luck.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Could you write a girl next door kind of thing with Reese? Like reader moves in next door to the Wilkersons and initially they don’t get along but eventually he asks her out 🤭🤭

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A/N: warning for underage drinking at the end

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Reese almost immediately got on your nerves

While moving in, you saw him staring at you through his family’s window

But then again, you were a new neighbor, and his whole family was also watching the moving process

You didn’t think too much of that

It was a different moment that started your irritation

“Oh my god!” You screeched, jumping away from your window. The sound of breaking glass startled you out of the little organizing groove you were in, and you grew both scared and pissed as you realized that the broken glass was from your window.

You picked up the baseball that had rolled on the ground towards you, no doubt the cause of the incident. You looked out your window to see a boy your age, your neighbor, and probably the one who threw the ball. He moved an already broken piece of the fence that divided your properties to the side to get to your side.

“Hey.” He said, now at your window. You gripped the ball tight, angry about his nonchalance. “That’s my ball.”

“I figured.” You did your best not to sneer. You reached out the window to drop the baseball in his hand, quickly pulling back without cutting yourself on the broken glass.

“I’m Reese, by the way.”

“Y/n.”

He seemed like he was about to say something more, but you wouldn’t know because you shut your curtains and walked away, trying to figure out how to tell your parents that the house already had damages.

Despite trying to avoid him, you ended up having to spend a lot of time with Reese

You both walked to school

You shared a few classes together 

It felt like hell

“Hey, wait up!” You heard Reese yell behind you, and you immediately wanted to break into a sprint. More often than not, Reese would walk to school with you, much to your dismay. The two of you seemed to have a bit of a habit of sleeping in, so occasionally, you’d rush out of your houses at the same time and speedwalk to school. “Y/n, come on!”

“It’s not my fault you’re slow!” You shout back, staying at your brisk pace as you hear his thundering footsteps behind you.

“Oh, shut up!” He said when he finally caught up to you. You gave him a quick glance and snorted at how much of a mess he was. 

“You look like you just rolled out of bed.” It was true. Reese didn’t have time to gel up his hair today, so it was messy and had strands sticking out in every direction. His clothes looked like he had just thrown them on, not bothering to straighten anything out. And his backpack was zipped open, loose pieces of paper threatening to fly out.

“I feel like it.” He muttered, running his hands through his hair to try and make it look more neat. “Did we have any homework today?”

“We have homework every day, Reese.”

“Damn it! Can I copy off of you? Just this once?”

“No way, Reese.” You say, rolling your eyes. “And it’s not just ‘this once.’ You copy me like every other day.”

Having to hang out with Reese all the time makes you eventually warm up to each other

You start coming over to his house every now and then to help him with homework

You tell him it’s so he’ll stop copying your work, but that’s only half true

When you leave the house and forget to grab something for breakfast or lunch, Reese miraculously has some food for you in that mess of a bag of his

He says it’s because your complaints about being hungry annoy him, but that’s only half true

“Okay, now carry the two.” You instruct, watching Reese work on a math problem. You had slowly fallen into a routine of coming over to the Wilkerson’s to study and such. Malcolm was very grateful for you, because now that you would come over, Lois wouldn’t force him to help tutor his brother. “Good job, Reese.”

“Thanks.” He said, ears heating up a bit at the small praise. “Can we take a break now?”

“Yeah, sure.” You laughed at the slight whine in his voice, but you were glad to pause the study session. The two of you had been working for about an hour now, and your eyes needed a rest.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit. Then, feeling the familiar empty feeling in your stomach, you groaned. 

“What?” Reese asked, eyes snapping over to you.

“I’m so hungry.”

Reese rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack. Wordlessly, he dug around for a bit before pulling out a sandwich and a small bag of chips and placing them on the desk in front of you. You grinned and opened the bag of chips. Instead of saying thanks, you offered him a chip. And instead of saying you’re welcome, he took it.

One night, the two of you were at a house party

The two of you had snuck out together

Looking at the time and seeing how late it was, a slightly drunk Reese stumbled around the house to find you

He found you in the kitchen, carefully pouring yourself another drink

You jolted at the sudden feeling of a hand gently clutching your arm but soon smiled brightly when you saw Reese beside you.

“Hey, Reese!” You squealed. It was safe to say that you were a bit tipsy. He smiled at your excitement before remembering why he was trying to find you in the first place. 

“Y/n, I think it’s time to go.” He almost had to yell over the music. But you heard him.

“Boo!” You pouted, bringing your newly filled cup to your lips. But Reese covered the top with his hand and took it out of your grasp, setting it on the counter. “Hey!”

“I’ll make it up to you later. Now come on.” 

Reese dragged you out of the house, and soon you were walking home together. You shivered a bit as a gust of wind hit you. Noticing, Reese let go of your hand to shrug off his jacket and put it over your shoulders.

“But then you’ll be cold.” You half-heartedly protested, wrapping the jacket tighter around you.

“I’m fine.” Reese shrugged.

You don’t know what came over you, but you grabbed Reese’s hand, interlocking your fingers with his. He looked slightly surprised at the action, but didn’t protest it.

Sooner than you hoped, you reached your houses. The two of you snuck along the fence dividing the properties and got to your window.

“Hey, Y/n?” Reese asked in a whisper as he helped open your bedroom window. “Do you maybe wanna, like, go out?”

You turned to him, confused.

“We are out.”

Even though he was trying to be quiet, Reese couldn’t help but laugh.

“No, I mean like a date.” You perked up at the word, surprised expression soon turning happy.

“Oh my gosh, I’d love to!” Your response was a bit too loud, so Reese shushed you. You giggled and spoke again in a whisper. “I’d love to.”

With dopey, drunk smiles on both of your faces, Reese helped you climb through your window and into your room. He was about to go through the broken fence and into his yard when you quietly called out his name.

“Your jacket.” You said, suddenly remembering that you were wearing the piece of clothing. You started to take it off when Reese stopped you.

“No, no, it’s fine.” He stared at you, eyes a little glassy. “It looks good on you.”

You suddenly yanked him by the collar of his shirt to bring him close enough to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Reese.”

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Goodbye looks good on you- Part three! (Final)

A/N: A collaboration with @nattinatalia 🦋 I want to thank her for being patient and so kind to me while we worked together to write this. 💜 Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Part two here!

The conversation between you and Tony lingered in your head for days, you hated to admit how much what he said got to you. You assumed if it had come from anybody else or somebody who didn’t know you as well, you wouldn’t have dwelled on it.

Jack noticed a difference in you, you were cold and not like your usual self. You had been avoiding him for days and you hadn’t mentioned wedding planning once.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asked as you scrolled mindlessly through your phone.

“What do you mean?” You sighed, placing your phone face down on the couch.

“Ever since we went and looked at the venue you’ve seemed off. Did I do something wrong?” He sat beside you now.

“I can apologize to Tony if you’re going to be pissed at me.”

The fact that he mentioned Tony and you hadn’t even told him about your impromptu coffee date, was eating you alive.

“Jack, I need to ask you something” Your voice cracked and he immediately knew something was seriously wrong.

“Anything, just talk to me” he replied, looking at you with worry.

“Do you think we’re making a mistake?” You ask him, biting at your bottom lip.

“Mistake? What do you mean baby?” He couldn't help but look confused.

“The wedding” You respond in a low whisper.

“What? You were so happy about the wedding and now you’re having doubts? What’s going on?”

“You’re not getting involved much, even when you promised you would.”

“That makes you have doubts about us getting married?” He sounded genuinely hurt.

“Tony also made a valid point-“

“Tony? What are you even talking about?” His brows furrowed.

“I met with Tony for coffee, and he-“

“You met with Tony? The venue chef?” He chuckled and shook his head, he could feel the jealousy bubble up inside him. “You’re listening to what someone else has to say about our relationship? He doesn’t even know us.”

You shrugged “He isn’t wrong though.”

“Please enlighten me, what did he tell you that made you have second thoughts about something you demanded from me.”

“I demanded? You can’t be serious Jack.” You shook your head. “This is what I’m talking about. You say little things that make it sound like you’re just settling for me.”

“That’s not true” he sighed.

“Jackman, please be honest with me. Do you see us getting married?”

“I mean we agreed on a long engagement.” He shrugs, cooling down.

“A long engagement because you don’t want to get married?” You got defensive.

“There’s no winning here, is there?” He groaned. “I love you y/n, you know that right?”

“That’s not what I asked you” you coldly replied, internally bracing yourself for impact.

“Y/N, I don’t want to argue” He sounded defeated and you felt it too.

“I’ll give you some space then” you replied harshly, walking to the bedroom.

He didn’t follow you, he knew you needed to be alone and he felt somewhat relieved.

Eventually, he called both Clay and Urban to come over because he needed someone close to vent to.

Both Urban and Clay showed up at the same time and noticed Jack’s facial expression upon entrance.

“What’s up?” Urban asked as the two of them sat across from Jack.

Jack started to vent to them about the entire situation, with zero pauses in between. It was uncontrollable but it all came out unconsciously.

Urban and Clay looked at each other confused. “I'm confused, is it nerves or what?” Urban asked and Clay silently nodded.

Jack shook his head, walking back and forth in front of them. “It had to be done, it just had to.”

“Dude, Jack.” Urban tosses a couch pillow at him. “You’re going to make a hole in the floor if you don’t stop. What’s going on?”

“I hate ultimatums. But Y/N was serious about our relationship.” He finally stops walking back and forth and sits down across from the boys.

“Okay?” Clay responds sharply.

“I love her, I do. But we’re still young, I’m still young. I don’t want to settle down when my career is barely kicking off.”

“But you proposed to her, if you didn’t want to get married, why propose?” His brother was still as confused as he was when he walked in.

“She’s my comfort, my safe place. I didn’t want to lose her. But if we continue with the wedding, I feel like this will end badly.”

“Jack, please tell me you did not propose thinking she’d hold off on the wedding for years or something” Urban groaned.

“Urb.” Jack rubbed at his temples. “Maybe my team also suggested that it’s best if I start looking like a family guy, instead of the player the public is making me out to be“ he admitted.

“Do Mom and Dad know? Shit, does Y/N know?”

“No, no I didn’t.” You interrupted.

Jacks face went completely pale as he stood up and turned to look at the steps where you were standing with tears running down your face.

“Y/N. Baby, please let me explain” he begged as Urban and Clay left the house right away.

“So this was just a show? You and your management just sat down and decided to make me look like a fool?” You struggle to whisper out in pain.

It was a heartbreaking shock hearing him confess to everything.

You had woken up thirsty, it hadn’t been even thirty minutes after your little nap. You decided to go down for a cup of water. Your plans were never to eavesdrop, but something deep down told you to stay and listen to what he had to say.

“Let me explain, please.”

“Explain what?” You chuckled in annoyance. “That you lied to me? That you don’t actually want to marry me? That all of this was because it benefits your image?”

“It’s not how it sounds-“

“Not how it sounds?” You step down from the staircase and make your way down to where he’s at.

“You just told your brother and your best friend that you don’t even want to get married. So please tell me how what I heard isn’t what it sounds like.”

“Okay, fine” he sighed. You could tell he was nervous as he motioned for you to sit down on the couch, and he sat beside you. “I love you, and I want to be with you but I don’t want us to get married, not so soon. Not now. I liked things better when it was just Jack and y/n.”

“Why are you so afraid of getting married? You knew when we started dating that this is what I wanted. I wanted to be married and have children and I wanted that with you” Your voice shook, your lip trembled and you were practically choking on your tears.

“Wanted?” Jack questioned, his eyes filling with tears.

“I need you to stay with your parents tonight” You stood up abruptly, avoiding his eyes. You knew if you saw his beautiful ocean eyes fill up with waves of tears you’d fold and you couldn’t do that anymore, not for your sake.

“Y/N, don’t do this” he begged as you started to walk away.

“Go Jackman, I mean it” you replied sternly, trying not to show any weakness.

“Baby” he called out and you ignored him, rushing to your bedroom to cry.

Jack ended up staying at his parents' house for the next week, texting you ever so often but you continued to ignore him. You knew he wouldn’t dare show up at the house, as Marisol had been staying with you. It was obvious as her car was parked out front.

Marisol was tight-lipped about the situation, she knew you were struggling with it all and you needed someone to listen instead of speak. She made sure you showered and ate and talked to you about nonsense for the first few days.

At the end of the week, you started to notice his absence and it was the first time Marisol couldn’t console you. You had taken a seat in your shared walk-in closet, you were uncontrollably sobbing. The next thing you knew you were in bed, you assumed you had a panic attack and fell asleep.

Marisol was next to you when you woke up, “you’re moving in with me.”

“No Mar, I’ll just figure it out. Maybe Jack will just let me stay here for a wh-“

“I’m not asking you” she hummed, pointing to the flattened boxes leaning against your bedroom walls.

“Marisol” you sighed and she shook her head.

“You and I both know if you stay in this house you won’t leave him.”

“I want to say goodbye” You started to cry.

“And you will, but we have to pack first” she replied, reaching out to hold your hand.

You and Marisol spent the next two days packing your belongings, Clay stopped by to get some of Jack's things when he noticed how many of your things were missing.

“You’re leaving him, aren’t you?” He asked calmly as he filled a duffle with clothing.

“I am” You nodded sadly, biting back tears.

“I hate to say this, because he’s my brother but good for you” He half smiled, walking over to you to give you a goodbye hug.

“Thanks, Clay, I just hope I’m doing the right thing” You shrugged solemnly.

“You are” he assured you as he left.

Clay's word stayed with you, and you thought about them as you packed the rest of your things. You realized he may tell Jack that you were packing and you were worried he’d show up and make a mess of things.

“Let’s go to your place tonight?” You asked Marisol.

“You still have to say goodbye” She pointed to the kitchen table. She had laid out a pen and paper, you turned to her and laughed.

“What is this?” You questioned.

“Your goodbye” she smiled and you nodded.

“I’ll go put these boxes in the car.”

As you sat down at the kitchen table to write your letter. You turned on your new favorite breakup ballad.

You had tears rolling down your cheeks, you had hoped Jack would be who you ended up with, and coming to terms with this was beyond devastating.

“Jack,”

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WIP WEDNESDAY

This is a snippet from chapter 36 of TBBW, a very very rough draft - I haven't done much for this chapter because I'm obvi focusing on editing. However, I'm sure you'll still find it exciting - and a hint to where the fic's plot is taking us next.

Klaus eyed the new girl standing in the Lockwood study, watching as she perused the family’s various collectables and ornaments decorating the room, admiring a painting which Klaus thought rather tacky that was hung over the fireplace. There was a scent about her, tainting the entire room, wet fur and damp earth - a werewolf. Interesting.

“You’re a new face,” he commented, making her jump. She hadn’t noticed he was there.

To give her credit, she recovered quickly, spinning around to face him, taking in his appearance with a sharp eye. Klaus let her look, stepping further into the room, his hands behind his back.

“And I take it from your accent you’re an old one,” she pointed her finger at him, tilting her head in question. “Klaus?”

He smiled down at the floor, amused by her valiant attempt to hide her fear. Unfortunately, her jumping heartbeat gave her away. 

“My reputation precedes me. Hopefully not all bad.”

She curled up her lip in obvious disgust. “A little bad. Mostly repulsive.”

His smile dropped, no longer amused at all. He couldn’t work out if her disrespect was foolishness or arrogance.

“So you’re a friend of Tyler’s-” he continued, walking closer towards her, eyes narrowed. “That’s strange. He’s never mentioned you.”

The girl clamped her mouth shut, suddenly with little to say. And that was when Klaus heard his name being said, far away at the other end of the house, by a voice whose cadence he recognised instantly: Caroline.

“You’re kidding me? Klaus?” 

Klaus turned his head slightly, frowning as he listened in more intently. He could practically hear the wince in Tyler’s response.

“Yeah, and I really don’t want to piss him off so…You should go to the party. I’ll be fine here.”

“But I’d rather hang with you,” he heard Caroline reply, so tentative and so very hopeful.

Regardless, Tyler shot her down.

“Trust me, I am no fun right now.”

Why would Tyler turn her away? The petty, vindictive boy Tyler was, no doubt he’d jump at the chance to have Caroline on his arm while Klaus was in the house. A childish fuck you, since he couldn’t turn the hybrids protecting him away. So why say no? His mother was out, so she wouldn’t intrude, he was alone in the house except for-

Klaus’ gaze fell back on the new girl, looking at her in a new light. Suddenly, her presence took on an entirely different meaning, one that Klaus didn’t like at all.

“And I think I know why,” Klaus continued, shooting her a smile that was all teeth.

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later then?”

“Yeah, I’ll call you,”

“Yeah, okay.”

Klaus felt his hands clench behind his back, an anger settling his chest at sheer disappointment and hesitance he heard in Caroline’s voice, like she had done something wrong. The nerve of this boy-

“Tell me…” he trailed off, pointedly looking at the girl.

“Hayley,” she answered quickly.

“Hayley,” Klaus echoed, beginning to circle around her. “Tell me, Hayley, how did you and Tyler meet?”

She shifted her weight to one side, folding her arms around her chest. Defensive. “I ran with the pack he sought help from.”

“To break my sire bond?” Klaus asked, her face confirming his suspicions. He waved the panicked look in her eyes away. “Yes, I know all about that. So, you are one of the Outcast then.”

Hayley frowned, shaking her head in confusion and looking rather impatient, as if he was rambling nonsense. “Outcast?”

“Werewolves like yourself and Tyler: descendants of the same wolves that stabbed their brethren in the back for a chance of mercy. Doomed to forever wander in aimless, disjointed  packs,” he explained, stopping behind her, forcing her to turn to face him. His mouth curled into a sneer of his own. “Traitorous little things.”

She scoffed, smiling a little. “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No. You wouldn’t,” Klaus drawled, tilting his head again, in that wolf-like way. Her smile fell. “Allow me to enlighten you,” he continued, pointing a finger at her, “You see, werewolves like you, like the others I made my hybrids - they know not of our nature. Instead of making a stand, staying to fight against the vampires and witches alike - your ancestors ran and hid. And in hiding, they failed to teach their children the ways of our kind. The traditions, the knowledge, the culture. All was lost until they were so far from what they are, they believe their wolf is a curse. Outcast. Alone. Forgotten.”

“Lycanthropy is a curse.”

Klaus grinned. “Is it?”

Her eyes narrowed, taking a step back from him, clearly ill at ease with what he had just said. “What would you know of our histories? You’re more vampire than wolf, I know that at least.”

“My father is what we call an Alpha of Alphas. A King,” he said, closing the distance between them, not allowing her to escape. “Do you know what that makes me, Hayley?”

“Am I supposed to say Prince Charming?” she sneered, all disgust and foolish defiance.

Something dangerous settled in Klaus’ gaze, violent and spiteful.

“Werewolves follow power. They do not follow weak Kings.” His hand shot out, enclosing around her throat and lifting her up by the neck. His eyes bled black and gold, veins crawling across his cheeks. “Do I look weak to you?” he growled out through sharp fangs.

“No,” Hayley choked out, fingers scrambling at the hand holding her throat.

“Then tread more carefully then, because unlike my father, I am not prone to mercy," he snarled in her ear, tightening his fingers around her throat for emphasis. "And learn to curb your tongue or you will find yourself without it,” he said, almost as an after thought, before letting her go. She dropped to the floor, gasping in lungfuls of air and curling over, coughing. Klaus cocked his head, his expression suddenly serene once more. He looked almost bored. When she looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes, he raised a brow, gesturing to the door impatiently. “Go.”

She didn’t need telling twice.

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I wrote a snippet of Bones welcoming some new Starfleet medical cadets. I'm not sure exactly how training works for Starfleet doctors, but after watching ER, I get the idea that it works mostly the same. Start training, do your rotations as a third year medical student, but I like to imagine that once you've chosen your area, surgery, psych, etc, you have to do a rotation on each kind of Starfleet vessel. Maybe they start on a starbase, then go to small ships that may or may not need your specialisation, then end up on some of the big ships such as the Enterprise. Enjoy!

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Looking at the group of fresh faced cadets in front of him, he knew that coffee wasn’t going to be enough. He hated when they hosted cadets. Partially because the little fuckers didn’t leave him alone when he was working, anything and everything he did was ripped apart and he couldn’t walk for two seconds without some question that a stupidly simple answer. The other reason was that they didn’t pester him anywhere near enough when they were off duty. It was like they were trying to pack all their questions into their eight hour shift and then were too scared to hold break their silence. 

Part of the journey of being a medical student, at least in his opinion, was pestering your mentors. You had to really get on their nerves because no matter how much it pissed him off, he knew that they had to learn somehow. And the ones who disregarded his gruff exterior, who plucked up the courage to ask him questions ten minutes after he’d woken up, or ten minutes before he was going to bed, were the ones who he answered. Not the fifth one in a row who’d stopped him as he went to go and check on a scan for a patient. There was a time and place for bothering him and these cadets never seemed to learn when that was. 

“Welcome to your rotation on board a constitution class vessel,” he said, not bothering to put any effort into the script they gave him to say. “This is where you’ll learn about the vital part you play, yada yada yada, be on the cutting edge of discoveries, yada yada yada, and face the final frontier.”

He rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee. “Now that the mandatory stuff’s out of the way, here’s your real induction.”

The cadets looked at each other confused. Ah, so naive, they didn’t know about his reputation yet. Good, he wanted them to be shocked when they learnt how he really was. 

“Real induction, sir?” One of the cadets, who looked unnaturally groomed for someone standing in a sickbay, said.

He held up a finger and stopped the cadet before he continued. “First rule of sickbay, no one is sir, especially me, if you call me sir, I will not answer.” They seemed more puzzled. “You can call me Doctor, but that might get confusing fast, McCoy, Leonard, Len, or any number of curse words or well divised nicknames that I have no doubt the nurses will teach you in your time here, will suffice.”

They wrote that down. He almost laughed, but decided against it, he didn’t want to confuse them any further. Seeing them all so fresh faced was rather jarring for someone like himself. Medicine was in his blood, so to speak, it felt like a lifetime ago that he was in their place, all squeaky clean. Yet again, he hadn’t trained in Starfleet. And that was another point. 

“Who can hazard a guess as to why I don’t like being called sir, or by my rank for that matter?” 

Scanning the crowd, he didn’t see any hands popping up. Disappointing, he at least expected one person to be enough of a swot to look into the crew of the Enterprise. None of them were surprised when they saw Jim was their Captain, or Spock was XO, yet none of them did research into the department they were going to work in?

A sigh was on his lips as a cadet, near the back with her hair suitably tied out of her face, raised her hand. 

“Yes, Ms?”

“Cotteril.” She answered. “Is it because you didn’t train with Starfleet?”

“Bingo! I trained in Atlanta, Georgia, and despite the wonders we’ve made in socio-economic policies in the last few hundred years, some places remain rough, and nowhere else is that seen than in large cities. So trust me when I say, I am a doctor more than I am an officer of Starfleet, and I expect every single medical professional who works on this ship to follow that same rule of code.”

He stopped with the half hearted attempts at humour and made sure to stare across the group. A few of them gulped, some were either confused, or others annoyed. 

“My father, god rest his soul, was a doctor in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, so I learnt medicine in the best way you can, the messy way. My first experience in the medical field was helping a horse with a c-section because there ain’t no vet hospitals in the Appalachian Mountains, I can tell you that for free.” His accent was coming out now, it always did when he talked of his childhood home. “And I want you all to understand that when you walk into my sickbay you leave your politics at the door, understand?”

They didn’t reply. 

“Excuse me, I thought I asked y’all a question.”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Good, because if you have Vulcan with a sprain and a Klingon bleeding out, I expect every one of y’all to pick the Klingon,” He gestured at them with his coffee mug, a splash got on the floor. “So, repeat after me, the Hippocratic Oath is my Prime Directive.”

“‘The Hippocratic Oath is my Prime Directive’” The group chorused.

He nodded at them again, “Good, you may now step into sickbay.”

Turning around he gestured for them to follow. He’d never say the q-word, but he was grateful that there weren’t a lot of people in today. The last thing he needed was some part of engineering breaking and causing an overflow of red shirts. They weren’t the best of friends, engineers and those in sickbay, and it wouldn’t be such a problem if they knew some kind of first aid down there. 

“I will give you a full introduction of staff when we do rounds, but first I'll give you lesson number two of serving in the Enterprise sickbay,” he turned on his heel to face them. “Do not disrespect a nurse. Not only because they do some of the most vital and downright disgusting jobs there are to do, they set up the beds, machinery, administer the drugs, take samples and bathe the crew when the replicators malfunction and start spewing rotten fish guts in the mess hall, don’t laugh that happened last Tuesday, but also because if you do you will get doing rectal exams for most of your time here while also, most definitely, getting a mystery hypo that will make your dick turn purple, if you have one, or make you grow one if you don’t, and you won’t even feel it either. Understand?”

Yet again, more confused faces. One cadet was looking down at his trousers, concerned. 

“Excellent, now for the tour.”

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Take this an early WIP wednesday, I guess? I'm not sure if this will go anywhere apart from this snippet, but it could. I mainly just had this scene fully written in my head this morning and finally had a chance to write it.

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The opportunity chapter 3

a/n: Honey, honey wake up, Hades posted a new chapter of the opportunity . Yes, after a few days, i decided to post the next chapter of this fic. it takes me a while to write these things because i am drawing him as well just haven't finished it yet. i do take request and ideas as well if you have any.

warnings: heimdall being heimdall as always, FAIR WARING im writing heimdall in a slow develop so this man is TOUGH to crack but it'll be allll worth it.

words: 1,8k

ps: here's his playlist ehehhehehehe

“Get up,” Heimdall commanded, looking at you from afar as you struggled on the floor, getting up with a slight grunt. Odin insisted that you received training after your travel with Thor, Odin saying for you to leave Asgard you have to at least know somewhat defensive training, he wasn’t calling you weak, just wanted to learn, so you could be safe but what you didn’t know was that you were going to receive training from the worst person you could imagine. 

Waking you up, bright early in the morning for something that felt more like a beating than training. Flexing your knuckles on the grip of your wooden sword, “do I have to do this?” letting out a big sigh, finally able to stand up longer than a couple of seconds. You two circle around each other, light footsteps in the mud of the training ground, he wasn’t even looking at you. Probably at something behind you, not giving you a breath of care.

 “I don’t know why you are complaining, I thought blacksmiths could ACTUALLY fight” mocking you with a smirk on his lips, you wish you could wipe that smirk off his face, charging at him again.

He saw it coming a mile away, dodging your pathetic attempt, “my, my, did I strike a nerve?” sticking a foot out to make you trip, something you fell for but caught yourself quickly, not trying to fall into the mud again.

 This fight started to feel like bullying, of course, because it’s Heimdall after all, he didn’t try, and he didn’t care. Which pissed you off, even more, the fact that he wasn’t even taking you seriously. It seemed like he made it his objective to make you feel like utter trash compared to him, “you have your foresight, that’s the only reason you're better” you’ve had with him, circling each other with the need to at least get a hit on him.

“Even without foresight, I’m still better” looking at his nails, not giving you even the slightest glance. Swinging your sword at him again, dodging with no effort, “the more you try to hit me in predictable places, the more tired I get” every word made it feel like he was stepping on you, doubting your ability to fight for yourself. You decided to take another approach coming at him with your full speed of nonstop swinging, he dodges with great speed, laughing at her attempts, and shoving her down to the ground with a big kick afterward “So pathetic. Do you commoners ever learn?” He crouches down to you, smirking like an asshole.  Lifting yourself up with a slight grunt, you look up at him from below, pissed. Treating you as if you are any different from him.

“I always learn” 

Using your hand to flick the mud under you to him, get his clothes coated in mud, smirking. He grimaced at his shirt, looking back at you in disgust before pointing the sword's tip at your neck “fucking pest” you felt the sharpness of his sword dig into your neck, wincing in pain, and the thoughts in your head weren't helping either. Started overthinking the situation, Is he going to kill you or do something even worse, not until you heard that slight crackle of thunder in the sky. “Ugh, shit.”  Pulling the blade away from your neck and sheaths his sword, turning around. 

Thor appears furrowed, looking between you and his brother. “Mind telling me why y/n is on the floor, …covered in mud” he questioned him, walking up to you two. Your eyes find the god of thunder standing near you, still sitting on the ground, below Heimdall. Today was your lucky day having your ass saved by him, you didn’t expect it to happen either. 

Heimdall looked up at the taller man, rolling his eyes in response. “Don't you have other things to do” Thor didn’t really like that answer looking at him. From looking between these two, you could tell there was a lot of tension, just like how normal brothers usually have.

“ It doesn’t matter if I didn’t have anything to do, all father didn’t bring her here just for you to treat her like trash” he speaks in between his teeth, frustrated, and disgusted with his actions. Scoffing at him, Thor goes to pick you up by the shoulder, helping you if needed. 

The Aesir watches his brother, help you up, making him even more confused “I'm not treating her like trash, she already IS. Can't even throw a damn hit with the sword” what was his task here? Make you even madder or try to piss his brother off even more. The man only ignored his remarks, making sure you weren’t injured or anything.

“He isn’t wrong” he looks over at you, wondering why you're feeding into Heimdall's bullshit.

“You aren't, he's just an asshole, and you need a better trainer…one who is willing to help you. Will get sif to clean you up alright” he tells you, guiding you back to the lodge, not giving Heimdall any attention.

He knew you two were ignoring him on purpose,  “yes, have Sympathy for this commoner.” His tone was annoyed and almost tired in a way, kicking the mud in before turning around and walking away from the lodge. Probably to find someone else to mess with. Once Thor brought you to sif, her questions never stopped on who did it or why you're covered in the mud in the first place. These two were like an big brother and sister in a way, they were protective over you. Heimdall is the last person they want you to be around, Thor went on his way to Odin while sif talked about maybe getting training with her daughter or letting Thor help you. 

Another day of suffering from Heimdall's worse training is not on your bucket list.

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It was getting late on Asgard, you sat inside the lodge sharpening a small pick knife you made while you sat at the mess hall table. Trying to distract yourself from earlier events that transpired, a tap on your shoulder caught you off guard, making you jump. Turning around, it was only sif holding a plate before sitting it down.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, but could you go get Heimdall for me? Dinner is going to be served.” You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t realize how late it was getting.

Standing up, and stretching, you look at her, “where is he?” You asked, you never really knew where he slept, washed, or even went whenever he was not doing his ‘job’.

“There’s a small cabin built near the wall, all father built that little thing for him to be close to the wall for less traveling. You’ll find him there.” Hearing all that made you question many other things this place has, only finding out today where Heimdall usually hides. Coming outside being greeted by the cold breeze of the night, wasn’t freezing cold, but you loved the feel of it. Taking the pathway as you walked past buildings and structures of Asgard, the town was quiet around this time. Something you aren’t quite used to yet.

Coming up on a hill, and seeing the cabin sif was talking about. Squinting your eyes, you could see Heimdall talking to some women, maybe another Aesir or who knows. You thought the conversation was going well, not until the woman shakes her head and walks away from him, heading in a different direction. You waited a few seconds before walking up to him, he noticed your approach, sighing from being welcomed by another annoyance 

“What do you want?” looking at you with a flat expression on his face. You really wanted to kick him in the dick, but you were too tired for any of the consequences.

“Sif told me to come to get you for supper,” you told him, his expression changed slightly, looking somewhat relaxed then back to its flat expression. Walking past you without warning nor an answer, “I’m guessing that’s a yes” you followed behind heading back to the lodge with him, the walk was silent since he already didn’t like your presence around him. Arriving back at the lodge, the table was plated and Thor just came to sit down once you two walked in. Heimdall sat on the with Odin, you were sitting in between all father and Heimdall, Thor and his wife chatted about a few things while you sat silent.

You're surprised that the foresight sat silent too, probably just listening to Odin talk his ears off about something “so, how did the training with Heimdall go?” Thrud asked in a whisper, turning to her with a slight smile.

“It was something, I’m lucky to even be alive”

“He can truly be an asshole when you're fighting him” Heimdall’s eyes glanced over at her with a grunt of annoyance, hearing the asshole part, the two of you talked more about fighting and different techniques. Sparking a light in you that made you talk about the many things your father taught you, even though it was a lot, thrud didn’t mind listening to you. You were so focused on that, you didn’t know the watcher scanned you a few times with his purple irises. He’ll never admit it, but your conversation sounded more interesting than what the all father was talking about to him. Tonight you were lucky, avoiding any of Heimdall’s daily bullying.

When everyone finished their meals, you volunteered to clean up the tables, assisting the cooks. Hearing the door of the lodge open and close, you look up to see Heimdall enter. He must’ve come in here for all father, as you collected the plates you felt an over looming presence near you. Gazing beside you, seeing the Aesir look at you with narrowed eyes, what could be wanted this late? 

“Yes?”

He lets out a heavy sigh that could notice his chest moving, “I apologize for throwing you in the mud earlier”  at first you didn’t hear him, or you just weren’t hearing him correctly. Was he apologizing to you? From the look in his eyes, you could tell he was focusing on your thoughts, licking his pink lips in annoyance. Wait, why were you looking at his lips just now. “Yes, I am apologizing to you, commoner.” He repeats himself, so you could get some clarity on the situation. 

“Oh, it’s alright just don’t be a dick next time” he watched you get back to what you were doing, cleaning the table as if he wasn’t there. You continue to wipe the table, he takes the dishes you collect and takes them to the kitchen without you noticing until you look up. Seeing him leave the kitchen, the look on your face was priceless. Maybe he was considering your words for the first time in months.

“Be ready by the morning for your next training, commoner” or maybe you hoped a little too soon but some progress is better than no progress.

a/n: i Hope you enjoyed this chapter and i might post some art soon who knows

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Heated ~ pt.4

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6

Masterlist

Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Some suggestive themes and awkward situations. Medical related jargon, and some canon type violence.

Happy bad batch eve... I hope we made it through this one, or we die like clones 🫡.

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"We’ve got incoming!" Tech announced from the cockpit.

"Crosshair, man the blasters!" Hunter ordered as he settled into the cockpit with Echo and Tech.

Crosshair skipped past you as you nudged your way over to the jump seats. You always hated this part. It was always separatists, pirates, or just some pissed-off asshole making it difficult for your squad.

You literally could not strap into the jump seat fast enough. Once secured, you clutched your medic pack to your chest while the others ran around in a frenzy.

"Steady the ship!" Crosshair barked as he unloaded the blaster cannons on the pursuers.

"Why can’t things just go smoothly?" You whined, gripping the seat straps.

Echo just gave you a sympathetic look while Tech skillfully outmaneuvered the gunships. A particularly loud blast hit the hull, and you screamed, praying to the maker that none of you would get sucked out into the vacuum of space.

"It’s okay, Pip," Wrecker tried to comfort you. "We’ve been through worse."

"Don’t remind me," you said, gripping the straps even tighter.

Tech said something to Hunter when Crosshair confirmed, "One down. Two to go."

"Who even is that?" Wrecker asked, trying to look over Crosshair's shoulder. The Sniper just grunted and went back to aiming the scope.

"Gonk! Gonk!" The droid chirped, nuzzling up to your boot.

"It’s okay, Gonky," you sobbed, feeling the G-force of one of Tech’s turns. "The boys got it… I think."

"Of course, we got it," Tech said.

"Get closer to the surface," Hunter ordered, and Tech made a dramatic turn towards the planet below.

You took a deep breath, trying to still your nerves. You were beginning to miss the boring moments from Anakin’s ship. This was definitely a stark difference.

"I can’t outrun them," Tech began fiddling with the controls. "They’ll just follow us to the surface."

"Two down!" Crosshair yelled.

He suddenly hit the accelerator, throwing everyone backward. You let out a scream as you watched Hunter’s feet float up into the air, and Gonky went sliding down the galley with a panicked wail. Even Wrecker went tumbling into the gunship’s stairs like a newborn fathier.

Tech suddenly cut the engines and whipped the back of the Marauder around, knocking Crosshair into the side of the glass window. Once the ship made a 180, he punched the accelerator and started charging straight for the last pursuer. Echo was quick with the front guns, firing accurately and hitting him on the nose. The ship exploded into a million pieces, and you finally let out the breath you had been holding.

"Everyone okay?" You called out, and they all groaned in response.

"Good flying, Tech," Hunter clapped his brother on the shoulder.

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, finally letting the adrenaline calm down.

"I hope Kashyyyk is more welcoming than that," Echo mumbled.

"Doubt it," Crosshair came prowling back into the main cabin, reaching for Firepuncher.

"From my cross-referencing, I believe those gunships were Trandoshan," Tech pushed his goggles up the bridge of his nose. "That would make sense as to the very reason why we are here."

"We need to take out a separatist-backed outpost," Echo informed. "Trandoshans have assisted in building these operations. They don’t like the Wookies as they’ve been loyal to the Republic, so they’ve teamed up with the Seppies to get a few hits in."

You sighed, hoping everything would go smoothly this time. You happened to love the Wookies. Your best childhood friend was a Wookie. But that was a story for another time.

"Prepare for landing," Tech announced.

"General Plo is supposed to be touching down in one rotation," Hunter informed. "We have to take out their stronghold before then."

"General Plo? As in Commander Wolffe’s garrison?" Your pulse increased, and Hunter turned to look at you. You just gave him a little nod, and he continued on.

"Republic forces can’t deploy ground support until this artillery cannon has been destroyed."

"I get to blow it up?" Wrecker clapped.

"Yup," Hunter nodded.

"And how exactly are we supposed to get to this artillery unit?" Echo asked, looking at the schematics. "It’s surrounded with BX’s… my favorite." He groused.

You gave him a little supportive nudge.

"Do I get to stay on the ship?" You asked hopefully.

"Yes," Hunter agreed. "Pip stays on the ship. Echo, I understand if you don’t want to come given the situation."

Echo just groaned. "I know. But I want to come. I’ve got a score to settle."

Hunter agreed, which meant you’d stay on the ship and monitor coms in case they needed a swift pickup. The boys devised a strategic plan to get Wrecker behind the blockade to plant the charges, and that was that.

"Pip... If anything happens, and I mean anything, you shoot to kill, do you understand?" Hunter asked, handing you a blaster again. You just nodded and stepped into the holster, securing it to your belt. You had a feeling you were going to have to learn to use one of these things whether you liked it or not.

"Trandoshans have thick hides," Tech took the pistol and added one of his fancy charges in there. "You’ll need something stronger." The modified charge blasts glowed bright blue.

"Aim for the eyes," Crosshair tutted.

"Okay. Okay," you said, putting the blaster back into the thigh holster. "I will. Happy?"

The five Alphas just huffed in approval before gathering their things.

"Alright, let's get this done," Hunter led the charge.

"Close and lock the door!" Tech reminded you as the five left. You gave him a mock salute and hit the side panel, closing yourself inside the Marauder.

Deciding you needed something to keep you busy, you cranked up the volume on Tech’s radio and started getting to work on cleaning the filthy ship. After a week on board Skywalker’s Venator, you realized how nose blind you had become.

~~~

"Well, that’s disgusting," you used one of Tech’s soldering pliers to pick up a crusty sock from under his bunk.

Tossing the rest of Tech’s laundry into the repurposed supply sack, you threw the boys' nasty laundry into the washer, along with their sheets and blankets.

"No mercy!" you talked to yourself. "Everything goes in."

By the time you had heard anything from the boys, you had managed to clear out the entire cockpit, galley, and main cabin. You had a massive pile of trash you needed to take out. Between the six of you, there was a lot of Republic-issued meal wrappers and ration packs. You scrubbed, dusted, and washed every crack and surface in this whole damn ship. You had no clue where most of that gunk had come from, and you surely didn’t want to know. There was definitely a secondary ecosystem forming in this spacecraft.

You skipped up to the radio and put the headset on, "This is Pip, squad leader, come in."

"You doing okay out there?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, just on my third load of laundry," you chuckled. "Did you know I found a few interesting items hidden on this ship?" You teased.

"Don’t go sticking your nose in places unless you're prepared for the consequences," Crosshair jested.

"Don’t worry, Cross," you bit your lip. "I found your socks too."

You could imagine him scowling at this point. You waited for his reply, "The Marauder’s clean enough to do surgery," you were cheery.

"Good, because we may be needing it," Tech’s reply made your blood run cold.

"What?" You stood up, taking the headset with you. "What happened?"

"The usual. Some minor cuts and bruises," Tech replied, "but Wrecker got a pretty bad gash to his cranium. He may require stitches."

"Okay, I’ll be ready. You guys get back here when you can, okay?"

"Will do, Pip," Hunter closed off the communication line.

You sighed and put down the headset before returning back to your project. Deciding you needed something to do besides worry about your unit, you went back to the galley and pulled out the already dry load of clothing from the tumbler.

You sat down on the floor, spreading out to fold the various clothes and sort them back into their proper piles.

Crosshair’s pile of ever-growing collection of black civvies sat to your left, Hunter had a few varying neutrals he likes. Wrecker had a few T-shirts with some of his favorite bands on them, and Tech had a very neat pile of lights he preferred to wear on his shore leave. That left Echo; the arch trooper had a pair of clothing for every occasion. The man preferred being comfortable. You understood. Spending that much time on ice, he liked what he liked and didn’t take one second of comfort for granted. He had pajamas, warm sweats, T-shirts, long sleeves, jackets, hoodies, shorts. You smiled and folded everything neatly before setting the piles on their owners' cots.

You smiled at your work and went back to put the last of the laundry in the dryer.

Taking Wrecker’s Tooka mug, you filled it with lukewarm caff and sat down at the dining table, sipping it slowly. You even picked away at a freeze-dried snack pack, waiting for the tumbler to ding.

"Gonky?" You called out into the storage room.

"Gonk. Gonk." You heard the chirpy little droid respond before waddling out into the galley.

"How’s your battery levels?" You asked.

He just shook back and forth.

"Should I hook you up to the solar?" You asked, reaching under the dining table.

"Gonk!" He waddled closer and spun around so you could hook him up to the energy system. Gonky settled and powered down next to you while he went through his charging cycle.

"There you go, little guy."

You heard a sudden loud bang in the distance, making you shoot up from the Tooka mug.

"What the..." You looked outside of the cockpit window and saw a massive mushroom cloud forming in the distance. It took a second, but when the sound wave hit, the entire Marauder shook violently, making Gonky startle.

"Wrecker…" You shook your head, knowing he’ll be over the moon about the size of the dust cloud.

You heard the dryer ding, so you popped the last freeze-dried fruit nib in your mouth before adding the packaging to the trash and sauntered over to the galley. Pulling the massive pile of sheets out onto the floor, you got to work finishing it up before they could get back.

Once every bunk was made, and every last clean sock was returned to their storage drawers, you plopped back down into Tech’s chair, debating whether or not you should pull up a holofilm to bide the time.

"Pip!" Echo’s voice radioed in, "Open the hatch!"

You chucked your data pad to run to the door panel. You slammed the disengage, letting the door flip down. You were greeted with the boys struggling to support Wrecker, who was covered in crimson blood.

You didn’t say a word; instead, you turned to grab your pack and make room for him to sit comfortably.

Crosshair and Tech helped the big guy on board and into the main cabin where you had him sit on a cargo crate.

"What happened, Wrek?" You said softly, approaching him.

He just groaned and slumped his shoulders, mumbling to himself.

"What was that?" You asked again, pulling out your cleaning solution.

He shrugged a little embarrassed. "I hit my head on a low pipe."

"Awh, honey," you cooed, bringing the cool cloth to his head. "You gotta look where you’re going."

"I knowww," he groaned.

You smiled and continued your work, gently cleaning up all of the blood in the surrounding areas to prepare him for some bacta and a bandage.

“It smells weird in here,” he sniffled, suddenly realizing the years of gunk were gone.

“Because it’s clean!” Echo admonished.

“Any trouble, Adi’ka?” Hunter asked, setting down his heavy pack.

You shivered at the Mando’a but tried to play it off. The last time you had heard that word, he had been all over you in the hangar bay. “Nope. Everything was quiet.”

“Good,” he seemed pleased, slowly beginning to take off his armor and put the pieces in a pile on top of his pack. He walked off to the cockpit to relay the success to General Plo.

You shuffled around Wrecker and stood between his legs to get a missed patch of dried blood. You looked down at him and whispered into his unscarred ear, “What does that mean?”

He looked up at you with a smirk, “It means he thinks you're small.”

“Small?” You tilted your head.

“Yeah,” Wrecker chuckled, “You are!”

“Am not,” you scrunched your nose.

“You’re tiny!” He put his hand on top of your head, which you realized barely reached his height while he was seated. “Our little Pipsqueak.”

“It doesn’t mean she’s small, you idiot,” Crosshair passed into the main cabin wearing his more relaxed clothing, “It means little one,” he drawled.

“That’s what I said,” Wrecker argued.

Crosshair just shook his head and continued into the cockpit. Unlike Wrecker, you didn’t miss the double meaning. It was the same pet name Crosshair used with you. It suddenly made a shiver run over your skin. Little one. It was a term of endearment. You were starting to feel hot all over again.

“You okay, Pip?” Wrecker noticed you get lost in thought.

You just nodded and continued your work. You smeared a healthy amount of bacta on his gash and covered it thoroughly with a bandage. “Hey, Wrek?” You started cleaning up your supplies. “Do you think of me as pack?” You asked softly, half expecting him to reject you.

“As pack?” He asked, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Mhmm?” You responded; the suspense was killing you.

“I always thought of you as pack, Pip,” he smiled, bringing you into a big bear hug. You let out a deep breath, feeling relief. You hugged him back, letting the happy little omega in you relax.

Wrecker was pack. Facts.

“Do you think the others do?” You whispered again.

He whispered back, “I think the others do too. Echo’s always been, but I’m not entirely sure about Crosshair,” he was sympathetic. It was exactly the answer you hoped for.

Wrecker let you go a little bit, “I saw how upset he was when Hunter hurt you bad. So maybe he does. I dunno,” he shrugged.

“What are you two whispering about back there?” Echo’s voice rang throughout the cabin, and both you and Wrecker flushed red, getting caught red-handed.

“Nothing!” You giggled, handing him a juice pack.

He happily took it and slurped it down. You were hoping to get his blood sugar back up from the blood loss. You gave his arm a little squeeze and helped him up to his feet. You gave him instructions to go eat something and stay awake for the next 12 hours after a head injury.

“Who’s next?” You yelled.

Tech came scampering into the dining area, taking off his glove to show you his busted knuckles. You followed the same steps as Wrecker, cleaning and repairing. He then took off his helmet, and you helped pull a few pieces of stray shrapnel from his cheek.

“Just so you know, Y/N, I too think of you as pack,” he said suddenly, making your hand falter. He had heard you and Wrecker.

You looked up at the skinny clone with emotion in your eyes, “Really?”

“Though we are not the most traditional group, it would seem you fit well into our dynamic, and our unconventional ways have not deterred you.”

You smiled, nuzzled his cheek with your forehead, and continued cleaning the cut on his face. His cheeks turned bright pink at the sudden and unexpected affection.

“Thanks, Tech,” you quickly smeared some bacta on him and sent him on his way. He just gave you a smile and took his helmet with him.

Next, to your surprise, Crosshair came sauntering in, chewing on his toothpick and watching you straighten out your things.

“Do you need something, Cross?” You used your nurse voice, knowing he was staring holes into your back.

“Yeah, Adi’ka,” he smirked.

You bristled and slowly turned to side-eye him, “What can I help you with?”

“I have a deep cut,” he fiddled with the pick, “I need you to patch it.”

“Okay,” you nodded to the table.

He just walked over and leaned against it. You looked him over, not seeing any visible injury. You were going to open your mouth to ask where the cut was, but he just tapped his thigh.

You sighed… of course, Crosshair, “Take off your pants,” you ordered, thinking you heard Hunter cough from the front of the ship.

Crosshair just raised a brow and smirked, opening his mouth to make a smartass retort, but you crossed your arms and glared at his smug expression. He snorted and bent down to slide his black joggers down, leaving the right leg on. You then instructed him to sit on the table, which he obliged. If you hadn’t been a trained nurse, this might have phased you, but you’ve seen much worse in the field, so you just shoved his injured leg further open, making him look down at you with surprise. He didn’t expect you to be so confident.

He must have tried his best to wrap it in the field, as it had mostly stopped bleeding. Crosshair seemed to make a pretty good medic when on duty.

“Do I want to know?” You asked, grabbing your laser suture and prepping the fresh cartridge.

“Probably not,” he leaned back on his palms, letting you get as close as you needed to. You grabbed a stool and settled in between his long lithe legs. Crosshair watched you with a close eye as you nudged closer to him confidently.

“Do you need a tetanus shot?” You asked, looking up at him. He swallowed before answering, “Most likely.” He returned his gaze to the wall behind you.

You quickly got to work, imagining all of the potential horrible ways he got this nasty cut. He was right; it was deep and ugly.

You put on your safety glasses and grabbed the laser suture. You tested out the machine, priming its little ion core. He looked down at you with a skeptical glare. You just smiled up at him and got to work. Carefully, you stitched him back together.

If he was in pain, he didn’t let on, not even one bit.

“I didn’t get a chance to thank you,” you said, adding another careful binding stitch.

“For what?” He groused as he felt the stinging burn.

“For taking care of me,” you said, tilting your chin forward to get another glance before placing another stitch. “My friend told me about what you did. And in the end, you helped me get to Naboo.”

He didn’t respond. You didn’t expect him too.

“I was beginning to think you didn’t like me,” you added.

He grimaced at the pain, “I’m starting to rethink my stance.” Now you knew he was in pain. His silence was probably him trying to fight off the urge to growl at you.

You just smiled softly, knowing he didn’t mean it. You finished up with the last stitch and grabbed your tub of bacta and an applicator. You smoothed on the soothing gel, and he visibly relaxed. You knew that had to feel good.

Last came the bandage and the shot of medicine and painkiller. He took the repair job like a champ, and you knelt down, helping him slide his sweatpants back up his legs very carefully, holding onto his waistband to avoid the fresh injury.

“Hey guys, General—woah…” Echo stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the two of you.

It was then you realized the situation you were in. You looked back at Echo, whose eyes were glued to your hands. You then looked at Crosshair’s waist, where you were still holding onto the band of his pants, and then up to his flushed face (from the pain, of course). Not to mention, your face was literally mere inches from his crotch as you kneeled on the ground in front of him. You immediately dropped his pants, letting them snap back into his black boxers, and scooted away, leaving Echo to laugh at your embarrassment.

“I thought we handled that problem,” Echo howled, watching you scurry back up to your feet.

“Shut up, vod,” Crosshair slid from the table, pulling up his pants the rest of the way.

“Hey, guys!” Echo turned back towards the cockpit, leaving you, “I think we’re going to have to make a run back to Naboo…”

You were about to run back to your bunk when Crosshair’s arm shot out and caught you by the scruff like a rowdy pup. You lurched back as he swiveled you around to face him, bringing you closer to his face. Your heart was in your ears.

“We’re even, yeah, tooka?” He looked at you, taking the toothpick out of his mouth.

Your mouth instantly dried up, “Mhmm.” You nodded, knowing your cheeks were as red as a Sith’s lightsaber.

He let go of you, pleased. You straightened out your uniform and watched him saunter out of the cabin.

“Sith’s hell,” you muttered, putting all of your things away and stowing the pack on board.

Echo was still laughing when you finally decided to turn in and change into your comfy clothing for the night. Folding your uniform carefully, you grabbed your just-laundered sweats and tank top. You plucked out your favorite pair of fuzzy socks and pulled them on before stepping out into the main cabin.

Tech gave you a tray of steaming rations, and you sat down at the table, happy for another meal. You thanked him and dug in. The boys chatted about the mission, and Wrecker animatedly retold how he masterfully blew up the entire ion cannon. You laughed, listening to their story, finishing up your mashed roots when Tech started giving you the exact specifications of the Separatist base.

It was then you felt eyes on you. Without looking up, you realized Crosshair was watching you with his trained eye. Suddenly feeling a little claustrophobic, you sat up and took a big sip of water.

“How was your day, Y/N?” Tech asked, drinking his blue milk.

“Oh, you know…” You waved your spork around, “Just held off an entire army of Trandoshans all on my own.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

Echo crossed his arms, leaning back, eager to play along, “You didn’t even call for backup?”

You scoffed, “Of course not. Me and Gonky are a superb team.” You laughed, “Plus, me and Mini Firepuncher over here are doing just fine without you boys.” You patted the still-holstered blaster sitting on the shelf next to the dining table. Even Tech laughed at that.

“So when are you going to let Crosshair teach you how to use that thing?” Echo said slyly.

You slowed your chewing and swallowed thickly. Crosshair just looked at you with a bored expression.

“I didn’t think that was on the table,” you said, looking up at him.

“Neither did I,” he raised a brow.

“It’s becoming obvious that you need to sooner or later,” Hunter said, setting down his spork.

“But-but…” You stammered.

“It’s okay, Pip,” Wrecker nudged you, “You’ll probably never need to use it.”

You sighed, “I don’t like it.”

“Didn’t you learn in the training program with the GAR?” Tech asked, “It’s standard for medics.”

“I’m a civilian medic,” you shook your head, “I was in a nursing program at Coruscant University before I was selected to be brought into the clone medic program. The only medics with combat training are clones.”

Tech nodded, noting that down on his datapad.

“You’ve never received any combat training?” Crosshair asked.

“How did none of you know this?” You looked around, “Look at me.” You gestured to your noodle frame.

“I did,” Echo raised his scomp.

“So did I,” Hunter bit into a piece of meat, “I had to read your file when you were transferred.”

“And you still took me?” You laughed.

He chuckled, “Of course. You were beyond qualified with frontline experience. We needed that.”

"You needed someone who can use a laser suture," 

He nodded, "That would be correct."

"Good call, Sergeant." You finished your portions and flung the tray into the kitchen sink.

"Wrecker’s on dish duty," you smiled, standing up from your chair and grabbing the pistol and its holster. Wrecker just groaned, making you giggle evilly.

"Let’s get this over with," you found your combat boots and pulled them on, "C’mon Cross, before I change my mind."

He stood up, putting his tray in the sink and grabbing a cup of caff, "I didn’t agree to this."

You just opened the hatch, feeling the warmth of the sun starting to set in the distance. Crosshair grabbed firepuncher and shoved you out of the way before descending the stairs. You recovered from the stumble and trotted after him with a grin. You knew he’d want to show off.

"I’m not missing this," Echo said, pushing his tray to Wrecker before walking outside.

Crosshair pulled out his vibro blade and stalked over to a nearby tree, carving a massive target on the trunk.

"Alright," he stalked back, throwing the blade and letting it whiz through the air before planting itself in the dirt at Hunter’s feet. The Sergeant groused, stopping in his tracks and crossing his arms.

"First lesson," Crosshair waited for you to hold the pistol, "Check how many charges you have." He showed you how to release the clip to see the modified plasma cartridge.

"It’s at full power, so you should be good." He took the pistol and used his palm to slam the clip back into place, "Next, you flick off the safety. It won't fire unless this is turned to the right." You nodded, listening diligently.

"Then, you hold it firmly with both hands. Hunter was able to knock it out of your grip because you only had one hand. Make sure it’s secure."

You swallowed thickly, mimicking his hands.

"Then you aim and fire. There will be a small kickback, don’t let that scare you." He held up his own pistol and fired at the tree, hitting it spot on. You stood there a little unsure.

"You can do it!" Echo yelled from the ship’s steps.

"I just pull the trigger?" You asked.

"That’s what I said," he crossed his arms.

You took a deep breath, peering down the sight. You held it towards the tree and pulled the trigger with a squeak. The blast flew way to the left of the tree, hitting a nearby rock.

Crosshair just raised a brow, "You can’t aim with your eyes closed."

You looked at him, "It’s scary."

He looked like he was going to throw you into the tree.

"Again."

"Ugh." You tried aiming again. Taking another deep breath, you placed your finger on the trigger and squeezed.

"Wrong tree!" Hunter yelled as he sat next to Echo on the stairs.

"We’re gonna be here for a while," Echo sighed.

"Again," Crosshair commanded.

~~~

The sun was going down and you were getting frustrated. You had squeezed off forty rounds, two hit the tree but not the target, and the others, well, they ended up somewhere. 

“Again.” Crosshair was lounging against a tree behind you closing his eyes. 

“Can you just help me?” You turned around looking at him desperately. 

He opened an eye, “You stunned Hunter I know you can do it.”

“That was close range!” You whined. 

Echo and Hunter were busy building a camp fire listening to you growl at the tree. You were about ready to march over there and set the tree on fire. 

“She’s cute when she’s mad.” Wrecker said watching you from the Marauder. 

Echo and Hunter whipped around to watch you unload onto the unsuspecting forest. The three just bit their tongue and continued on with the fire not wanting to add to your frustration. 

“Argh! I’m not good at this!” You waved the gun around, “For kriff sake Crosshair are you taking a nap?” 

“I’ve had a long day.” He grumbled crossing his arms across his chest and leaned further into the tree. 

“Ugh!” You screamed turning back to the tree and firing again… missing…again.

Your scream made the others laugh. Tech just observed your poor aiming capabilities and typed into his calculator, “She has an approximately 1.3% chance success rate of hitting her desired target.” 

“This is getting sad.” Echo warmed up next to the fire. 

You spun around slapping the safety on and chucking the gun into Crosshair’s stomach. His eyes flew open wildly before snapping up to you. 

“Help! Me!” You growled in all your tiny omega glory. 

The sniper stood up dwarfing you in his size. You were too mad to cower. Instead, he stood up and held the blaster up firing three consecutive shots hitting the bullseye, “Here.” He kept the gun in its position and let you squeeze in-front of him to take the weapon. Keeping it exactly where he held it, you peered down the site and pulled the trigger watching the blue plasma blast hit inside the target’s outer ring. 

“Oh my god!” You screamed, “Oh my god! I did it! I did it!” You jumped around ignoring the grouchy sniper shaking his head. “I did it!” You celebrated. 

“Told you, you could do it!” Echo cheered from the side. He then turned to the others and in a whisper said, “I didn’t think she could do it.”

The others just nodded and sipped their caff. 

“Show me again.” You trotted over to Crosshair suddenly feeling excited to hold the weapon. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” He rolled his eyes and adjusted your grip. He stood back and grunted. He stepped forwards again using his boot to kick your left foot forwards slightly adjusting your stance. When he was satisfied with your positioning he turned back to the tree letting you take control. 

You fired again hitting the inside of the target again. You gasped and fired again watching the blasts hit inside the target. You just looked up at Crosshair with excited eyes. He gave you an approving nod before going back to his reclining tree. 

You leaned forwards a bit getting used to the placement. 

“Oh she’s doing it!” Tech said a bit surprised. 

“She’s hitting the tree!” Wrecker clapped. 

“Finally.” Hunter chuckled. 

“Guys! I did it!” You looked over at the squad and they cheered you on.

When you were finally out of charges, Crosshair called it a night wanting nothing more than to jump into his bunk and go to sleep. 

You however, were giddy. You trotted over to the campfire and plopped down on one of the crates wrecker set up for you all to sit on. 

“Tomorrow we're teaching you how to defend yourself.” Hunter handed his cup of hot caff to you.

“Isn’t that what Crosshair just did?” You sipped the brown liquid pulling your legs up into a crisscross. 

“We’re going to teach you how to fight.” Wrecker smashed his fist into his palm. 

You gulped and looked at them with concern. 

“Wait like…punching and stuff?” You curled in slightly.

“Don’t worry we’ll take it easy on you.” Echo chirped. 

“But like… Hunter literally wiped the floor with me.” You looked up at him, “I can’t fight. He threw me around like a limp tooka.” 

“We’ll show you the basics.” Hunter took his cup back and sipped, “Eventually you’ll have to leave the Marauder one day, I don’t want anything happening to you.” 

You sighed, “Yes Sarge.” 

He hummed happily continuing to finish his cup. 

You just curled up on your crate and snagged a moving blanket letting the fire warm you as the boys talked. 

“General Plo should be arriving tomorrow morning.” Hunter let everyone know, “They’ll be securing Kashyyyk base come sun up.” 

You just nodded and rested your eyes. 

Quickly, without notice, you fell asleep to the sound of your pack and the crackling fire deep within the Kashyyyk forest. Your sleep would have been perfect if it wasn’t for a disturbance under your curled frame. 

You groggily opened your eyes to find Hunter leaning over to pick you up, “C’mon you limp tooka let’s at least get you inside.” 

You just grumbled too tired to fight your Sergeant as he carried you inside like a sleeping pup. When he set you down in your bunk, you kicked off your boots and rolled into the blankets not caring about anything besides being face down in your plush pillow. 

“Goodnight Adi’ka.” Hunter whispered turning to leave. 

“Night Sarge.” You whispered back knowing he could hear you. 

He turned off the light and shut the door behind him to go back to talking with the boys. 

Sleep quickly came for you drifting you off into some much needed rest.

~~~

You really wished you had just stayed in bed this morning. 

Instead, you were now standing out in the sprinkling rain listening to the way Hunter was trying to explain close combat. 

Your exercise clothes were getting chilled from the misty forest air and you were close to shivering. 

“So I’m supposed to hit Tech?” You asked not liking the sound of this one bit. 

Crosshair leaned back on one of the crates legs spread like last night watching you with a smirk. He didn’t have much faith in you, you knew that for certain. Crosshair was more on the team of just letting himself and the others step in if you needed help but Hunter and the others were determined to teach you something. 

Tech stood before you in his civvies and his goggles looking calm as always. 

“It’s okay Y/N. Just do what Hunter showed you.” Tech encouraged taking a slight stance. 

You just whimpered not liking the idea of hurting anyone, especially your pack. 

“It’s hard. I’m fighting instincts.” You sighed putting your fists up like Echo said. 

Crosshair groaned knowing this was stupid trying to teach an omega to get violent. He knew they only get violent when their pups are in danger. It’s literally against her nature. 

“C’mon Pip you can do it!” Wrecker tried to nudge you. 

You just whimpered and stepped forwards throwing a punch at Tech’s shoulder. He swiftly dodged you and pushed you past him. You stumbled over a pile of moss nearly loosing your footing. 

“That was… something.” Echo rubbed his forehead. 

You shook your head and looked at Tech, “You won’t hurt me Y/N, try again.” He cooed. 

You took a deep breath and tried again. This time he flung you around into Wrecker who caught you and spun you around. 

You reared back and launched another punch, this time he grabbed your wrist and rolled you mid air landing you on your back with a thud. You coughed feeling the air press from your lungs. 

“Maker Tech!” Hunter ran over to you kneeling down to help you up, “Gentle vod!” 

“Apologies.” Tech replied scratching his head. 

“It’s okay.” You brushed the moss off of your pants. 

“You’re asking her to do something against her biology.” Crosshair growled. You nodded and agreed with the sniper. 

“I think I’m probably better with learning how to shoot.” You shivered in the cold, “I couldn’t over power an alpha even if I wanted to. You’ll just be tossing me around until someone calls it quits.” 

Echo sighed and stood up walking over to you grabbing you by the shoulder looking deep into your eyes, “Remember that one time on Ryloth when that pup clung to you begging for help? And you took him under your protection when the separatists stormed that village? He was separated from his pack and so were you. We couldn’t get to you in time and you destroyed the droids with nothing but a loose pipe?” 

You looked up at Echo swallowing again. 

“And what did that pup call you?” Echo raised a brow. 

“Ryma.” You whispered suddenly getting emotional. 

Echo nodded, “Ryma.” 

“Ryma?” Wrecker asked. 

“Mother.” Tech translated. 

Mother. Something in you switched at the memory. You looked at Echo who seemed to notice the change, “Now, remember how you felt protecting that little helpless pup and all those horrible droids trying to take him from you.” He backed up letting Tech step forwards again. This time when you struck, you clocked Tech in the chin. His head snapped back surprised you managed to hit him. You stared at your own fist in shock and then immediate panic. 

“Oh my god Tech!” You rushed forwards trying to console the Alpha. 

Hunter just laughed, “That did it.” 

“That was good Pip. Do it again.” Echo encouraged.

Crosshair raised a brow a little impressed Echo was smart enough to tug on your emotions like that. 

The next few minutes you actually were able to do what Hunter had showed you. You sparred lightly with Tech getting used to the basics of kicks and punches. Hunter also taught you how to protect yourself and keep the sides of your head protected while Tech made a few practice strikes. 

You were just starting to get the hang of it when you heard a deep rumbling come from the forest. You all paused your sparring lessons to watch two massive venators appear from hyperspace above your heads. Within seconds, drop ships deployed heading straight for your little encampment. 

“They’re here.” Wrecker watched the ships near the clearing to their left. 

You stood there watching as General Plo Koon’s orange head popped out of the attack ship followed by the telltale grey plastoid of Commander Wolffe’s entire garrison. 

Your stomach flipped when you felt Echo’s mischievous eyes met yours. You looked at him as his lips turned into a smirk. Oh no. 

 You felt the heat creeping up your neck to your cheeks and you quickly excused yourself and trotted back inside the Marauder before anyone else noticed. 

“Hey Sergeant!” 

“Kriff.” You whispered hiding behind the wall of the ship listening to the 104th make their way through the open field towards your unit. 

“Hi Commander.” You heard Hunter great the man you were dying to avoid. 

While you were focus in on what they were saying, you missed Echo sneaking up on you finding you pressed up against the door panel spying. 

“Nuh uh.” He chuckled grabbing both of your shoulders and steering you out of the ship. 

“You’re evil.” You whisper letting him guide you back outside. 

“We need gossip material.” He shoved you forwards into Hunter’s side. You came skittering to a halt and stared daggers at Echo who just meandered into the crowd greeting his friends. 

“And what do we have here.” Wolffe took off his helmet letting it sit on his hip while he looked you up and down. You felt the lump in your throat as the alpha shamelessly eyed you, you suddenly felt exposed in your training gear, “The little omega from 79’s.” He tutted. 

If you hadn’t known Hunter the way you do, you wouldn’t have noticed, but that wasn’t the case. You noticed the small muscles in Hunter’s arm flex like he was rearing for a fight. Clearly he didn’t like Wolffe’s behavior in the slightest but his face remained neutral. 

“What are you doing all the way out here Crya’ika.” He purred 

“Hi Commander Wolffe.” You forced your nurse voice to the forefront. “Sergeant Hunter had quite the assignment, and being their medic, I’m here to make sure they don’t get banged up too badly.” You smiled looking up at your Sergeant for approval. 

“You doing a good job?” He asked with a quirked brow. 

You nodded, “I try my best.” 

“I’m sure you do.” He smiled before turning back towards his men. They began setting up camp leaving you and your boys standing in the light rain watching as more and more attack ships flew overhead no doubt heading towards the blast zone. 

You let out a breath you had been holding and allowed Hunter to escort you back to the ship. 

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.” Hunter mumbled as you approached the steps to the Marauder. 

“He’s an overconfident alpha.” You reassured, “I don’t think he’d ever try anything.” 

Hunter let you walk first into the Marauder, “He tried to pick you up back on Coruscant.” He pointed out. 

“And I didn’t go through with it…” You rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, but does he know that?” Hunter snapped. 

You jerked back looking at him, “Hunter, I’m not going to rut with him can you please drop it. I’ve already live through one incident I’m determined not to have another.” 

He deflated his shoulders, “Sorry pip. I didn’t mean that. I just don’t like when someone messes with my pack.” 

Your eyes widened. 

His eyes suddenly mirrored yours realizing what he has said and he stuttered, “I- uh.” He scratched his head, “Sorry I-“ 

“I’m pack?” You grinned ear to ear. 

He looked at you seeing how happy it made you, he was thrilled at the smile you were giving him.

“Yeah pip. You’re pack.” He admitted. 

You squealed and jumped on him giving him a big hug. You knew how much of a big deal this was. The 501st immediately adopted you without any hesitation, but you knew how close this unit was. You were beyond the moons hearing that the pack leader had adopted you too. He softly hugged you back. This had been the longest six months ever.

“Do I still have to go to training tomorrow?” You asked mumbling into his armor. 

“Yup.” He replied.

“Dammit.”

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Bruh, I'm scared for this episode not going to lie....

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TLC

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Previously on awkward-author. Little angst, lots of fluff

To say that your day had been one massive shitstorm would be an understatement. Nothing had gone right from the moment you got up. You had had a particularly bad nightmare the night before, leaving you sleepless hours after it had slunk back into the corners of your mind. Because of this, you had slept through your alarm and missed your mandatory training session with Steve, who looked like he was in a particularly foul mood himself for one reason or another because he decided to chastise you like a toddler in front of a large group of agents. 

The lack of sleep and the public embarrassment clouded your mind, meaning you didn’t pay as much attention as you should have in your makeup training session, which resulted in a painful blow to your chest that was still throbbing hours later. You had hoped that would be the end of it, but by the time you got to the kitchen the coffee was finished and the jar was empty. The breakfast you had tried to make for yourself was completely inedible unless you wanted a severe case of food poisoning, and Sam had finished the last bits of your favourite cereal.

To top to all off, your least favourite sibling had called you. Normally, you could stand the bullshit that they came out with, but everything just struck a nerve with you today. You were used to being single, you enjoyed it, but your sibling had just gone on and on about how you needed to find someone or you’d be alone forever, and maybe you could stand to drop a couple of pounds and stop eating so much to attract someone’s attention. There was only so much you could take before you snapped at them to fuck off, which resulted in some particularly horrible texts from them.

Today was not going well at all, which is what resulted in your decision to skip out on the rest of your duties and go back to bed. No doubt Steve would have something to say about this, but a quick command to FRIDAY to keep everyone out of your room would hopefully fix that.

 “(Y/N)?” Wanda’s soft voice drifted towards you as you made your way down the corridor slowly. “Are you okay?” she held onto your elbow gently and pulled you to a stop.

“I think you know the answer to that already,” you grumbled, shaking her off. “I’m going back to bed. If Steve comes yelling, tell him I’ll incinerate him if he even thinks about disturbing me.” She had to have sensed how utterly defeated you were, because she didn’t push you, and instead, gave you a small smile and let you get on your way. You had only just managed to pull on your favourite oversized shirt – which you had definitely not stolen from laundry – when a hesitant knock came from your door.

“Miss (Y/L/N), Mr Barnes is here to see you. I informed him that you wanted to be left undisturbed, but he is insisting,” FRIDAY said softly.

“Doll, come on, let me in,” he said from the other side of the door. “I know you can hear me.”

“Leave me alone, Barnes.”

“(Y/N) –”

“Seriously, Buck. I don’t need to see you to burn you to ashes. Leave me alone. I’m in pain, hungry, tired and pissed off.” He fell silent on the other side of the door, making you assume he had walked away. With a sigh, you pulled your duvet over your head and buried your face in the pillow. Realising you had been such a bitch to Bucky when all he wanted to do was help made you feel worst, and soon, the stress from the rest of the day finally caught up to you. You cried silently, your pillow slowly becoming soaked as you tried to get a grip on yourself. Another knock on the door made you freeze, and you sniffed and tried to stay as quiet as possible in hopes that you would be left alone. 

“Doll, I know you’re awake in there,” Bucky’s voice sounded quiet and muffled through the door. “Let me in, please? Wanda told me how bad your day is going. Let me help.” You heard him sigh a few minutes later when you didn’t reply, and heard him shuffle around. “I’m just gonna sit right here until you let me in, then. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why won’t you just go?” you croaked out, pulling your head away from the pillow.

“Because I want to help you. Can you let me do that?”

“Why? Why bother?” you moved over to the door slowly, your blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you want to help me? I’m –”

“(Y/N), if you try to degrade yourself by saying you’re worthless or helpless or useless, I will break down this door.”

“But I feel like it,” you said quietly, your head resting against the door in defeat as a new wave of tears cascaded down your face.

“You’re far from any of those things, (Y/N).” You could hear him stand up quickly, and his voice suddenly sounded clearer, as if he had his head pressed against your door as well. 

“Don’t lie to me and tell me what you think will make me feel better,” you scoffed. “Not today. I don’t think I can handle it today.”

“You mean everything to all of us. So don’t you dare tell me you’re worthless. Natasha tore into Steve when she found out how he belittled you this morning, and he felt so bad afterwards. Bruce went and had a bit of a chat with the agent that hurt you during training, and even though we all know it was an accident the man still looks shook up. Clint was beyond concerned for you during target practice, but you just zoned him and Sam out and didn’t hear a word of what they were saying as you went through the motions. Wanda just came to me looking devastated because she said you were hurting and she didn’t know how to help. Tony is restocking a whole damn cupboard with your favourite kind of coffee so you never run out again. We all love you here. So don’t tell me you’re worthless.”

“But –”

“As for useless and helpless?” he paused to laugh sarcastically. “Doll, you’re terrifying. It’s probably not want you want to hear at the moment, but when you’re in the zone on a mission, nothing gets in your way. You kick ass and get out of it all without a scratch. I’ve seen you take down five guys twice your size all at once and you didn’t even bat an eye. You’re far from helpless.” He took a deep breath and his voice lowered considerably. “You’re not useless either. You make me better – you make us all better. You literally picked us up and brought us back together, doll. After everything with the Accords, after Tony found out what the soldier did to his parents…I didn’t think any of us would speak again. Of course, Natasha and Clint didn’t let it get in between them, but the rest of us? We didn’t speak for weeks. I killed Tony’s mom and dad. He never wanted to see me again. But you dragged me back out of cryo. You got us all together in one room. You fixed us all up again.”

“You and Sam still hate each other.”

“Baby steps, doll, baby steps.” You couldn’t see it, but he visibly relaxed when he heard you chuckle quietly. “You’ve been there for me through so much recently. Let me be there for you. Please.” He felt defeated when you didn’t reply to him for a few minutes, and moved away from the door to sit back on the floor, determined to wait for you. He was just about to start counting the tiles on the ceiling when your door opened quietly. You looked and felt so vulnerable at that moment. Your face was a mess with dried and wet tears and your eyes were rimmed red and puffy from all of your crying. “Oh, (Y/N).” 

He stood back up quickly and wrapped you in my arms tightly. Settling you back down in bed, he left you for two seconds to bring a tray into the room before he asked Friday to lock the door once more. It broke his heart to see you feel so downtrodden and weak, but he simply held onto you and let you get all of your pent up emotions out with the occasional kiss on the head. He didn’t let go once you had literally cried yourself to sleep, and made sure to keep one arm around you at all times. You woke up a little while later, mouth dry and head pounding as you blinked at the soft light coming from our bedside table.

“Buck?” your voice was hoarse and you tilted your head up to see he was reading a book while running his hands through your hair.

“Hey there, doll. How you feeling?” he put the book down and gave you an apprehensive smile.

“Tired,” you yawned to prove you point. “My head hurts.”

“Here, I’ve got just the thing for that.” He sat you up carefully and handed you a bottle of water with a couple of painkillers. Gratefully, you took the pills and down the water before handing him back the empty bottle. “Are you hungry? I got you some pizza earlier, it’s probably cold by now but I know you prefer cold pizza.” You couldn’t help but smile as he pushed the plate towards you and picked the book back up. He started to read to you, his voice soothing as you took small bites of the food he had grabbed you. Eventually, your stomach was full, your headache was subsiding and you were curled up in his arms, just listening to him read out loud from your worn out copy of The Hobbit. 

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?” he looked down at you, a small smile playing on his face.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, doll. Anytime.”

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Escape {59}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Anger, Yelling? Secrets?

Words: 1,969

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Dean paced the room, his arms crossed over his chest as he tried to hold in his impatience. His fist would uncurl every now and then so that he could rub at the scruff on his face, just another sign that he was struggling to hold himself together.

“You need to calm down, Dean.” Hearing this, Dean stops on the east side of the room, his eyes locked on the bookshelf a moment before he turns to look at his brother who is sitting at his desk, the phone still attached to his ear as he was on hold.

“Calm down?” Dropping his arms to his side, Sam can’t help but sigh at his brother's frustrations. “How am I supposed to calm down!?”

“I’m doing everything I can.”

“I know you are! But your friends are just trying to piss me off!”

“They’re not….”

“Really!? Because they sure are taking their time!”

“This stuff takes time, Dean!”

“Well, I’m done waiting.” The eldest brother grumbles, slapping his hand against his thigh as he goes back to pacing the room. 

“I know you are, but you just have to…” When Sam pauses, Dean stops to look at him. Only this time, he seems to be focused on the phone in his hand. Figuring that someone was finally on the other line, Dean slowly makes his way closer to the desk, his focus now on his brother as he waits to hear the one sided conversation.

“Yes, judge Cross, this is Sam Winchester. Did Steven…” Grabbing the arm of one of the chairs, Dean slips into it, his eyes not leaving his brother. “Yes, we have a strong belief that there was a second perpetrator in this case and we have evidence to back it up. Along with a promising confession.” Sam’s eyes meet Dean’s when he mentions the evidence. Though he trusts his brother's instincts, he knows to anyone else that his so-called evidence is a long shot.

“I know, but our man won’t talk unless we give him a deal. This is purely leverage until we get that confession, but we need it to be approved for him to believe it. It sounds like if there’s the  slightest doubt then he won’t talk.” Dean chews on the inside of cheek, his nerves and hopes high as he waits for an answer.

“Okay. I’ll do that right away. Thank you sir.” Seconds later, Sam hangs up the phone and Dean sits there with wide eyes, waiting for him to spit out his answer. “He wants to see the evidence you have before he makes a decision.”

“What!?” Sam only nods, eyeing the folder that Dean brought in with him. “But, Sam…he’s not…”

“You don’t know that.” Dean scoffs at his brother's positivity and stands from his seat, turning away from the desk. “Listen, Dean…is the evidence a long shot? Yes. But Judge Cross can be pretty lenient sometimes so there’s still a chance.”

“Yeah! A small one!” he barks back, his frustration focused back towards his brother. “I can hear his laughter now!”

“Come on, Dean…” Leaning forward in his expensive leather chair, Sam clasps his hands together. “We need to at least try, right? You can’t give up without getting the answer because then it’ll haunt you forever.”

“These cases already haunt me, Sam.” Sam sighs sadly, nodding soft as his eyes drop to the desk. “I just…I hate that I keep getting this close to getting answers and then I’m turned away, so I’m just waiting for this to be that same situation.”

“All we need is to find that one door, Dean. That one door that doesn’t shut in your face.” Dean’s throat visually constricts as he swallows. “This could be that door.” Sam tells him confidently. He knows there is still a chance this might not work out, but he knew Judge Cross pretty well, and he had more confidence in him giving them what they wanted than any other Judge.

With doubt still clouding Dean’s mind, he still takes a seat back at his brothers desk and flips open his folder. He shows Sam what he has and what he strongly believes before writing out a quick report for the Judge to read and understand. Then it just came down to more of the same. More waiting.

-

To say he was defeated was an understatement. Despite the confidence that Sam had in Judge Cross, Dean still had major doubts. He has seen plenty of cases go cold or even fail in court because of the lack of evidence that was presented and he knows damn well that his ‘evidence’ isn’t the most compelling. He just had to put his faith in his brother and hope to God that Sam was right. Because if not, then he may never find whoever this mystery man is that hid in the shadows of your case. On top of that, the possibility that this same person may have killed Cassie…there was a lot banking on getting this exception.

It wasn’t until Dean hung his keys on the hook by the front door that he noticed the lights out in the house. He was so lost in his thoughts that his surroundings were just a big blank canvas.

With his brow creased, he kicks off his boots and slowly makes his way into the house. Little lights flickered around the living room and dining room, the candles doing pretty well at lighting the house up just enough to make out everything in the house.

“Y/N?” After calling out for you he hears a little movement in the kitchen before you step out. The flowing red skirt got his attention immediately, not to mention your exposed legs walking towards him. You were all dressed up except for the lack of shoes, your bare feet being the most casual part about you and honestly very adorable in Dean’s opinion.

“Hi!” you greet with a large smile, walking up to him without noticing the confused look on his face and kissing him. By this time Dean starts to panic and wonders if he missed your anniversary or something. It’s clear he’s missed something. “Happy valentines day.” you mutter quietly against his lips before stealing another kiss and that’s when Dean’s heart sinks.

“Valentines day.” he tries to hide the fact that he forgot, but he’s so blindsided that he can’t do it convincingly. “Right. That’s-that’s today.” He knows he’s failed even before he sees your sympathetic grin.

“Rough day, huh?” Dean finally lets out a huff, all his baggage from this surprise and the load he took on today getting released in those few seconds.

“I’m so sorry. I-I…”

“Hey.” Your voice is just as comforting as your hand against the side of his face and he lets his eyes fall shut as he leans into your touch. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes, it is. To be honest I've never been a fan of this day anyway.” 

“So then what’s with the setup?” he asks when his eyes scan the place.

“Well…you’ve been gone all day and I wanted to do something special for you. It just happens to be valentines day, so…” you shrug as you look around at your candles. “I decided to do a little extra.” Deans hand slides into your hair, pushing a few strands back as he looks deep into your eyes.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” 

“You don’t have to.” you tell him sincerely, placing your hand over his before pulling it away and kissing his palm. “Now, why don’t you go take a shower and relax a bit.” you say as you rub his arm. “Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes.” All Dean can do is lean in and kiss you sweetly. Between the day he’s had and to come home just to find out he’s forgotten valentine's day, he was trying to hide the frustrations he was feeling.

But he did as you suggested. After soaking your presence in and stealing a few more kisses he headed upstairs and took a shower. He even turned up the temp to a little hotter than normal to help his muscles loosen up. With how tense he was at the jail and even in Sam’s office, his body was hurting.

By the time he got back downstairs you were just finishing up with setting the table. It looked like you had a roast of some type along with some veggies, mashed potatoes and a salad all set out looking like a page out of a magazine. Not to mention that you had a glass of wine set out for yourself and Dean’s favorite beer sitting and waiting for him to drink. He honestly felt like he didn’t deserve you.

“That looks delicious.” From the surprise on your face Dean realized that you hadn’t heard him enter the room again. 

“I hope so.” you laugh nervously, looking over the table once more to see if you had forgotten anything.

“So…” you start as the two of you take a seat and start dishing out food onto your plates. “What happened today?” Dean stiffens for a moment, but quickly detours his thoughts and tries to explain to you without going into any deep details.

“Um…well, I uh, I found some new evidence for a case and I had to go to county to speak with one of the inmates and try to get some info out of him.”

“Fun.” you say sarcastically, sending a grin across the table to him.

“Yeah. Tons.”

“Any luck?”

“Uh..” he sighs softly as he sets the mashed potato bowl back in the center of the table. “Kind of? I had to make a deal with him. So I had to go and talk with some lawyers to change his sentence a bit.”

“That’s scary.” His eyes lift to yours. “Like how big of a change are you talking?”

“Well, in his case, not much. All we’re doing is taking off the death penalty, and that’s only if he cooperates.” You nod softly and then grab the bowl of salad, scraping a little handful onto your plate.

“Must be a bad guy.” you say with a light chuckle. “What did he do?” That’s when Dean freezes. He feels sick for lying to you, but he doesn’t want you knowing about what's going on until he can sort things out and right now, he’s run out of lies.

“You know what, I uh…I really don’t want to talk about it.” Seeing the defeat and stress in his expression, you dropped the subject.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just been a long day and I don’t want to…”

“Dean, it’s fine. “ He’s relieved when he sees that you’re clearly okay with not talking about it. “You deal with a lot of crap, so…if you don’t want to talk about it, I understand that it’s for a reason. So, it’s okay.” His head bobs subconsciously as he watches you dig into your meal

“So, uh…what did you end up doing today?”

“Well, I booked the venue.” your smile grows when you look up at him. “So, that’s all set. Then I started looking at invitations online. But then I got a little tired so I just sat and watched TV for a bit, read a little of my book and then started dinner.”

“Sounds like you had a pretty good day then.”

“Yeah. Was really nice actually.” You spear some lettuce with your fork. “Would have been better if you were here, but…I’ll take what I can get.” Dean’s finally able to smile a little, the magic of just being in your presence at work again. No matter what his day was full of, coming home to you was always the cure.