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The Golden Notebook - Endeavour Morse x Reader

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Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

La Petit Mort - Morse and you share your first kiss in the rain.

California Dreaming - Morse turns up at your classroom to discuss the night you spent together.

The Detective & The Professor - You and Morse turn heads at a university event.

What’s In A Name - Morse refuses to tell you his first name.

Bruises - You see to Morse's care after a beating.

Every day Morse falls a little bit more in love with you.

Sometimes it’s something as simple as the way you say his name, not Morse, not Endeavour but Ed, the one you gave him.

Today it’s the way you move, the confidence of it, the grace. You’re standing at the front of the lecture hall with your hands tucked into the pockets of those red high waisted trousers as you listen to one of your students discuss The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing.

He’s read it before, pilfering it from your bookshelf when you were heading to one of your morning classes. It’s a powerful account of a woman searching for her personal, political and professional identity amid the trauma of emotional rejection and sexual betrayal. He thinks it could have been about you in another life, if you hadn't had the fortitude or strength to do what you did.

He's drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice, the light assertive tone you use as you describe the main character’s inevitable breakdown. This is the side of the coin he’d never considered before he met you, the constraints that bind women into their roles, the pressure to conform. You’re supposed to play the good wife, the one with the three bairns and a well kept home, pretend the whole thing isn’t driving you quietly mad.

“It’s what my father wanted for me,” You’d told him as you stared at the ceiling, smoking a cigarette in bed. “I was supposed to marry the boy he picked out for me. While everyone was waiting for me at the church, I packed and took the train to Oxford, stayed with my aunt who was librarian at the university before I received a scholarship to read literature.”

“A runaway bride? You do continue to surprise me.” He muses, the edges of his mouth tipping up as he watches the smoke curl in the air. “Did your father ever forgive you?”

“No.” You say as you lean across him, tapping the ash into the ceramic black ashtray on the nightstand. “He disowned me because of the embarrassment. The day the interview  about my role in the new women’s rights movement came out, he bought all of the newspapers in the village and burned them in the back garden. He didn’t want the neighbours knowing that he couldn’t get control of his daughter.”

“He was a fool, thinking that you were anything less than a force of nature.” He says as he steals the cigarette from between your fingers and takes a drag.

“You really do believe that don’t you?” You say in a rare moment of vulnerability. He can see how much it means to you, his words. You’d spent so long alone before him that you’re not used to the affection that comes with loving someone.

“I think you are the most ferocious, beautiful, forthright woman I’ve ever known.” He tells you, stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray so he can give you the attention you deserve. “And I am very lucky to have you in my life.”

Your cheeks had coloured then, turning the prettiest shade of apricot he’s ever seen and you bury your face into his chest to hide it.

“You’ve gone all shy on me now.” He'd smiled, his palm soothing over your hair. “That will never do.”

He tickles you then and the sound of your laughter in that moment, it had lit up his entire world.

It’s the stirring of the young women around him that makes him realise the lecture is over. They’re already in the midst of gathering their things, moving onto the next class. He waits until they vacate the room entirely before he raises to his feet and descends down the steps.

“I thought I saw you sneak in the back.” You say, your fingertips chasing over the lapels of his suit jacket when he appears before you. “Come to broaden your mind did you?”

“I did read the source material.” He informs you, his thumb tracing over the apple of your cheek as he looks into your eyes. “One day you’ll convert me to the cause.”

There is no doubt between the two of you that he’s already a feminist, he may tease you or debate the finer points but he believes wholeheartedly in equality. The problem is it’s a battle, a bloody, relentless war and he wonders how long it will take until you’re in the firing line of the same unsavoury characters who don’t want the world to change.

He can’t stand the thought of that, the idea of someone hurting you for your beliefs, of taking you away from him. The loss of you from his life, it would absolutely destroy him.

“You’ve have a very serious expression on your face right now.” You remark, your fingertip smoothing over the space between his brows to ward away the worry line. “Did something happen?”

“No, nothing’s happened.” He says, capturing your hand and clasping it to the side of his face “I just wanted to see you is all. I know it’s been a couple of days with my shifts and everything. I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you.”

“And what Detective Morse have you been thinking about?” You tease, your nose trailing lightly over his so your mouths are barely apart.

“That it’s been too long since I’ve tasted you.” He murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours. “Could we go to your office, lock the door for the next hour?”

“Oh Ed, you going to ruin me aren’t you?”  You whisper, your fingers tangling in his curls and his breath hitches as you tug just hard enough to send a flush of heat ricocheting through his body.

“It’s going to be right here if you’re not careful.” He mumbles and you smile as you take his hands in yours, guiding him back towards the desk with that mischievous look on your face.

“Alright then Ed.” You say as his hips slot perfectly against yours. “Let’s do it right here.”

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TV - Masterlist

Most of the stories linked here are reblogs from other creators. This masterlist is mainly for me to find stuff quicker, and those of you who might want to take a quick look what you can find on here.

General Masterlist

Other Collection:

Doctoring (includes Star Trek, Almost Human, MCU, Torchwood)

Star Trek Masterlist

BnhA Masterlist

Umbrella Academy

Ben Hargreeves

Interaction

Someone

Five Hargreeves

A New Forever

Diego Hargreeves

Take Care of You

Game of Thrones

Podrick Payne

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Coffee Run

Change

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Caramel Popcorn

Ahoy

A New Hope

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinsky

The Mistake

Star Trek

Leonard “Bones” McCoy

White Knight

Reds

Endeavour

Endeavour Morse

#8

Supernatural

Masterlist (by Icarus-fell-in-spring)

Castiel

Imagine Castiel’s reaction when he accidentally hurts you during sex

100 from the prompt list

Sex with Castiel would include…

The Facts

Sam Winchester

Take Care of Each Other

The Musketeers (BBC)

Athos

Jealousy

Broadchurch

Alec Hardy

At the Beach

Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin

What falling in love with them is like

Levi Ackerman

One Or The Other

Imagine Levi finding you injured on an expedition

The Aftermath

It’s the Tea 1

It’s the Tea 2

Playing with his hair

Names for him & you

Never Expected

Here you come again

Perfect

The Sham

If you insist

Line Without A Hook Part 2

A Line without a hook Part 6

Levi and you strolling around town

Pretty

Armin Arlert

Playing with his hair

NCIS: LA

G Callen

Be With You

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

Dating Sherlock Would Involve

Torchwood

Ianto Jones

Serendipidy

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreisler

Safe and Sound

Every part of you is enough

Yuri on Ice

Yuri Plisetski

The Book

Worthy of you

Stranger

Haikyuu

Bikini scenario

Haikyuu boys through lovers’ eyes

Their little habits

Valentines Day 2021

scent, coffee and turtlenecks

haikyuu characters as university students

Haikyuu Setters as Fathers

Sugawara

Lazy Mornings

First date with their best friend

A cut above the rest

NSFW Alphabet

Just the Way you are

Proposal

Praise

To be alone with you

Sweet, Hypocrite

In every Lifetime

Oikawa

First date with their best friend

Paper Rings

Kenma

You and I

Kita

Heart Knot

Akaashi

✨ Kinktober Day One ✨

Boku no Hero Academia

Dabi

Quarantined with Dabi

When he accidently hurts you

Good Girls, Bad Guys

Todoroki Shouto

Heart of the Storm

Arrhymthmia

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Tomioka

Headcanons

Giyuu Tomioka

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Endeavour Morse #7

Imagine...

Getting a late night Phone call. "It's late for you." Morse stated "Then why did you call?" The girl answered back in a teasing tone.

*Gif not mine credit to the original owner*

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Fandoms, otps and favourites in the tags

Song fics

Moving On - Kodaline ‘Sometime in the future we can share our stories, when we don’t care about all of our mistakes our failures and our glories…but until that day comes along we’ll keep on moving on’

Flying High Falling Low - Walking On Cars ‘It’s that time of year again and you know I’d love to buy you something but you know that I’ve got nothing…’

Marry Me - Train 'Forever could never be long enough for me, to feel like I’ve had long enough with you’

The Fighter - The Fray 'Lover held her love, she begs him not to go, she unwraps his gloves, the lover says I know I know I know. She touched his finger tips, kissed his trembling lips. Somehow they both know, he’s not coming home’

Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur 'I met you in the dark, you lit me up. You made me feel as though I was enough’

The Moment I Knew - Taylor Swift 'And it was like slow motion, standing there in my party dress with red lipstick, and no one to impress…’

If You Could See Me Now - The Script 'It was February 14th Valentine’s Day, the roses came but they took you away…’

Not About Angels - Birdy 'We know full well that there’s just time, so is it wrong to dance this line?’

I Wouldn’t Mind It - He Is We 'Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile, I wouldn’t mind it…’

Breakeven - The Script 'Still alive but I’m barely breathing…just prayed to a god that I don’t believe in…’

I Found Myself - Anna Clendening 'My heart was beating, barely breathing but still alive. Lost along the way I’d given up my fight…’

Dancing On My Own - Callum Scott 'Now I’m in the corner watching you kiss her. I’m right over here, why can’t you see me? I’m giving it my all but I’m not the guy you’re taking home…’

All Too Well - Taylor Swift 'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…’

Hurt - Christina Augilera 'I’m sorry for, blaming you, for all the things I just couldn’t do. And I’ve hurt myself in hurting you…’

Hiding My Heart Away - Adele 'This is how the story went, I met someone by accident, who blew me away…’

Thinking Of You - Katy Perry 'Comparisons are easily done once you’ve had a taste of perfection…’ To My Parents - Anna Clendening 'I’m sorry mum and dad I know I messed up bad, I should’ve done, should’ve done better. I’m sorry mum and dad for all the time I’ve had to get my life, get my life together but I didn’t…’

Take Me Home - Jess Glynne 'Came to you with a broken faith, you gave me more than a hand to hold…’

One - Ed Sheeran 'Tell me that you turned down the man who asked for your hand because you’re waiting for me…’

Leave Your Lover - Sam Smith 'I don’t have much to give but I don’t care for gold. What use is money when you need someone to hold’

In My Veins - Andrew Belle 'Nothing goes as planned…everything will break…’

These Four Walls - Little Mix 'I feel so numb staring at the shower walls…it’s begun the feeling that the end has come. And now the water’s cold.’

The Man Who Can’t Be Moved - The Script 'Going back to the corner where I first saw you gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move…’

T-Shirt - Birdy 'I know because I’ve spent half this morning thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in’

Still Falling For You - Ellie Goulding 'It took us a while, because we were young and unsure…’

One and Only - Adele 'You’ve been on my mind, I grow fonder everyday lose myself in time at the mention of your name.’

This Town - Niall Horan 'Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there. The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air…’

Fake Smile - Rebecca Ferguson 'Put on you fake smile and wipe away your real tears, it’s not real anyway…’

Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx 'Oceans apart, day after day and I slowly go insane…’

Broken Arrow - The Script 'This time he’s not gonna be another cloud’ve been. This time she’s gonna live to work she’s not working to live…’

Above The Clouds Of Pompeii - Bears Den 'I was too young to understand the flowers sleeping in her hands…’

Alive - Sia 'I had a one way ticket to a place where all the demons go. Where the wind don’t change bad nothing in the ground can ever grow…’

One Of These Days - Olly Murs 'My room is big enough for the both of us, won’t you come around help me fill it up…’

Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots 'I ponder on something great my lungs will fill and then deflate. They fill with fire, exhale desire. I know it’s dire my time today. I have these thoughts so often I ought to replace that slot with what I was bought 'cause somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence’

Near To You - A Fine Frenzy 'Near to you I am healing but it’s taking so long. And though he’s gone and you are wonderful it’s hard to move on.’

My Immortal - Evanescence 'When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears, when you screamed I’d fight away all of your fears’

Just A Kiss - Lady Antebellum 'Lying here with you so close to me, it’s hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breath’ Secret Love Song Part II - Little Mix 'Why can’t I hold you in the steer or kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that, why can’t it be like that 'cause I’m Yours…’

Happiness - The Fray 'Happiness damn near destroys you, it breaks your faith to pieces on the floor.’

Please Don’t Say You Love Me - Gabrielle Aplin 'Please don’t say you love me because I might not say it back. It doesn’t mean my hearts stopped skipping when you look at me like that…’

Come To Me - Goo Goo Dolls 'I caught you burning photographs like that could save you from your past…’

All Again - Ella Henderson 'I am falling, but I’m too weak to fly. Now my heart’s wide open and you’re the reason why…’

I Know You Care - Ellie Goulding 'Clinging to me like a last breath you would breath…you were like home to me, I don’t recognise this street.’

Suitcase - Emeli Sandé 'Didn’t see it coming, no kind of warning, I can’t work out where I’ve gone wrong. His clothes are missing, but his key’s still here…’

I Can’t Make You Love Me - Adele 'Turn down the light…turn down the eyes. Turn down these voices inside my head…’

Bad Blood - Bastille 'We were young and drinking in the park we had no where else to go. You said you’d always have my back oh but how were we to know…’

Better Man - Lady Antebellum 'When I first laid eyes on you in that downtown cafe I loved the way your auburn dances a cross your face…’

Shine - Birdy 'Shine, if your heart tells you to then who are you to question it. Shine, if the world gets you down don’t be afraid to wrestle it….’

Fix You - Coldplay 'When you try your best but you don’t succeed…when you get what you want but not what you need…’

Freedom - Rebecca Ferguson 'There is hope…even as the tears fall on your lips even as you take another sip…’

Wasn’t Expecting That - Jamie Lawson 'It was only a word, it was almost misheard and I wasn’t expecting that. Just a delicate kiss, anyone could’ve missed, I wasn’t expecting that.’

Yours - Ella Henderson 'I wear your winter coat, the one you love to wear…so I can feel close to what’s beyond compare…’

Kiss It All Better - He Is We 'He sits in his cell and he lays on his bed covers his head and closes his eyes. He’s sees a smoking gun and the coward he ran and in his arms is the bleeding love of his life…’

Beautiful Disaster - Kelly Clarkson 'He drowns in his dreams…an exquisite extreme I know. He’s as damned as he seems and more heaven than a heart could know…’

The One - Kodaline 'Tell me, tell me that you want me and I’ll be yours completely for better or for worse.’

Beautiful To Me - Olly Murs 'She ties her hair up tight, she puts her armour on when she steps outside…’

Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Paloma Faith 'I tell myself you don’t mean a thing what we got, got no hold on me. But when you’re not there I just crumble…’

I Hope - Rebecca Ferguson 'I used to hate you so easily, look into your eyes so eagerly and where there was cold I wouldn’t walk away.’

I’m Yours - The Script 'You touch these tired eyes of mine, map my face out line by line and somehow growing old is fine…’

Breaking the Law - Emeli Sande

'I’ll never stop braking the law for you. I’ll never stop helping to pull you through.’

Begin Again - Taylor Swift 'And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid…I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny because he never kid.’

Hard Work - Ella Henderson

'I know I’m not wasting my time, for you to be the reason I cry, and no I’m not gonna lie. You’re hard work but you’re good for me.“

Nature’s Law - Embrace

'You should never fight your feelings, when you’re very bones believe it…’

Shirtsleeves - Ed Sheeran

'When salted tears won’t dry I’ll wipe my shirtsleeves under your eyes. These hearts will be flooded tonight, I’ll wipe my shirtsleeves under your eyes’

No Angel - Birdy

'Remember once the things you told me and how the tears fell from my eyes. They didn’t fall because it hurt me, I just hate to see you cry’

Like I Can - Sam Smith

'He could be a stranger you gave a second glance. He could be a trophy of a one night stand. He could have your humour but I don’t understand 'cause he’ll never love you like I can’

Friends - Ed Sheeran

'That’s why friends should sleep in other beds and friends shouldn’t kiss me like you. Yeah I know there a limit to everything but my friends will never love me like you’

This Woman’s Work - Greg Laswell

'I know you have little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength yet. Should be crying but I just can’t let it show, should be hoping can’t stop thinking. All the things we should’ve said but we never said but we never did. All the things that you needed from me. All the you wanted for me. All the things we should’ve done but we didn’t oh my darling…’

Dead Man Walking - The Script

'Already seen it in your face already someone in place. I’m a breathing talking dead man walking’

Be The One - The Fray

'They’re two lovers in the night waiting on the sun to rise. Passing ships into the night under different skies. But you just whisper what you said one last time I could’ve sworn I heard you that 'you are mine’

Promise Me - Beverly Carven

'When I go away I’ll miss you and I will be thinking of you every night and day. Just promise me you’d wait 'cause I’ll be saving all my love for you…’

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

'Because I’ve been feeling everything from hate to love from love to lust to truth I guess that’s how I know you…do I’ll hold you close’

Lay Down - Ella Henderson

'Won’t you lay down and tell me the places you’ve been. Won’t you lay down and relive your story again…’

Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon and Garfunkel

'When you’re weary, feeling small. When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all. I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough. And friends just can’t be found. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down’

For The First Time - The Script

'She’s all laid up in bed with a broken heart. Whilst I’m drinking jack all alone in my local bar. And I don’t know how, how we got into this mad situation. Only doing things out of frustration. Trying to make it work but man these times are hard.’

How To Save A Life - The Fray

'Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness. But I would’ve stayed up with up all night had I known how to save a life’

Black Is The Colour - Cara Dillon

'Black is the colour of my true love’s hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She’s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground where on she stands’

Riding To New York - Passenger

'I met him in Minnesota, he was dark and overcast. With long grey hair and eyes that stared through me like I was glass. I asked 'where are you going to?’ He said 'I’m the wind I’m just blowing through’… then he lit up a cigarette and began to talk’

Lay Me Down - Sam Smith and John Legend

'Can I lay by your side? Next to you. Next to you. And make sure you’re alright…’

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

'I found my heart and broke it here. Made friends and lost them through the years…’

Silhouette - Tom Odell

'It’s just a silhouette, a flick of the blinds just a mind trick. I don’t know why but it reminds me of someone that I used to know…’

Sentences

1. “Are you kidding me?” 2. “What is going on?” 3. “Please tell me that was you?” 4. “How long have you been stood there?” 5. “Let me in.” 6. “Why is it so cold?” 7. “Paint is meant to go on the wall not your face.” 8. “Are you okay?” 9. “How long have you known?” 10. “That could’ve gone better.” 11. “You really thought that this was a good idea?” 12. “Where am I?” 13. “It’s One in the morning.” 14. “Let’s bake!!” 15. “Why are you holding our child like Simba?” 16. “I don’t trust you.” 17. “I hate you…” 18. “Don’t talk to me.” 19. “Just stay away from me okay?” 20. “You don’t know what it feels like…” 21. “They’re dead…” 22. “What do I do?” 23. “I’m pregnant…” 24. “This is going really badly. It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion.” 25. “I wasn’t staring! I was watching…intently.” 26. “This is what you call handling the situation?” 27. “Truth or Dare?” 28. “They’re your child before 5AM.” 29. “We’ve watched 12 episodes we need to stop now.” 30. “You know you can talk to me right?” 31. “Everything is going to be fine.” 32. “Aw, you’re so cute.” 33. “Don’t make me come over there.” 34. “Run.” 35. “Calm down.” 36. “Dance with me.” 37. “Just stop talking.” 38. “It’s getting late…” 39. “Wait. Are we lost?” 40. “Don’t go…” 41. “This is…a strange turn of events.” 42. “Everything we do is weird to everyone else but us.” 43. “That was the police…” 44. “Bro…” 45. “Please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bare the thought of not seeing you every day…” 46. “This is as far as I had got plan wise I’m afraid.” 47. “And now it’s snowing. Brilliant.” 48. “Yay…road trip.” 49. “Let’s play 20 questions.” 50. “What makes you happy” 51. “It’s complicated…” 52. “After everything…I’d still choose you.“ 53. “This could only happen to me.” 54. “Say something…” 55. “Come here…” 56. “Don’t shut me out. 57. "What are we waiting for?” 58. "We need to talk…” 59. .“We can’t keep doing this.” 60. "Haven’t you read that already?” 61. .“I can’t stand back and watch you do this…” 62. “You’re such an idiot.” 63. .“Why did you kiss me?” 64. .“Don’t pretend you’re not having fun.” 65. .“PUPPY!” 66. .“Do you really think I could replace you?” 67. “Because I love you…” 68. .“Duck.” 69. “I said there was a plan, I never said it was a good one.” 70. “Put. The snowball. Down.” 71. .“Did you just smile?” 72. .“When did things get this hard?” 73. "I suppose…we’re all stories in the end.” 74. “Did you have to hit me?” 75. “FOUR HOURS I’VE BEEN HERE.” 76. .“Come inside…” 77. “You deserve better than that.” 78. “You’d do that for me?” 79. “You were willing to give up everything…” 80. “Oh for the love of god just kiss already!” 81. “ITS HAPPENING!” 82. “Are you saying goodbye?” 83. “Another life…” 84. “Well that was stupid.” 85. “You love me really.” 86. “That was smooth.” 87. “Sometimes, the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.” 88. “I have a very good explanation for all of this.” 89. “Wait…are you actually struggling for something to say?” 90. “Nice save.” 91. “Do you want me to go?” 92. “What are you even talking about?” 93. .“How are you allowed out in public…” 94. “I’m going to stay, okay? I’m going to stay with you.” 95. “And when were you planning on telling me this?” 96. “Because…I care about you…” 97. “That’s stupid! Let’s do it!” 98. “Why am I friends with you.” 99. “It’s okay! You’re safe, I promise. It was just a nightmare.” 100. .“What is it? What happened?” 101. "It could’ve been worst.” 102. “what an appalling piece of advice!” 103. “Pizza and a movie?” 104. “If you weren’t so cute…” 105. “I mean you could’ve just stopped talking?!” 106. “You’ve been awake for 48 hours this isn’t healthy.” 107. “I think we should take you to hospital…” 108. “Please say you know who I am?” 109. “It must be awful to look at the person you love and for them to look back at you and have no idea who you are…” 110. “Nobody is invincible…” 111. “GIVE ME THE AUX CHORD OTHERWISE WE’RE MAKING THIS 39 HOUR ROAD TRIP IN SILENCE!” 112. “I would never forget.” 113. “Oh my god that rain is vicious.” 114. “Is it bedtime?” 115. “How’s my little soldier?” 116. “Bored. Bored. Bored.” 117. “Your go.” 118. “Stop staring.” 119. “Oh. Bit of a domestic going on.” 120. “You really don’t believe me…” 121. “What now?” 122. “I’m sorry, you’ve been cheating on me how long?” 123. “Look, I’m sorry I put you off when you were playing Mario Kart. Please can you let me back in now…” 124. “Don’t worry I took care of your animal crossing town whilst you were ill, I did all the weeding and helped almost pay off your loan.” 125. “Let’s get you to bed.” 126. “How can something so small be so loud?” 127. “Here. Take my jacket.” 128. “I’m not special. I’m nothing.” 129. “I don’t want to lose you.” 130. “I have calculated how far that window opens. Take it as a warning.” 131. “How was that supposed to help?” 132. “Come to bed.” 133. “Please sit down. I can’t pick you up off the floor of you fall over.” 134. “Look at me. Are you hurt?” 135. “How much longer can we keep doing this?” 136. “We could be happy…” 137. “Are you an actual idiot?” 138. “I may have..sort of… just adopted four dogs…” 139. “We’ve watched this film 7 times.” 140. “I could kiss you!” 141. “Are you limping?” 142. “On a scale of one to ten how illegal is this?” 143. “Wh..what do I do? Tell me what do I do?” 144. “Will you stay with me?” 145. “I’m doing this to protect you.” 146. “I’ve nearly lost you once. I’m not risking it again.” 147. “Two minutes. Just give me two minutes…” 148. “Welcome home.” 149. “I don’t belong anywhere…” 150. “What about us?” 151. “You are the human version of a headache.” 152. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.” 153. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 154. “Just take my word for it.” 155. “Look, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” 156. “Sorry I stopped listening about ten minutes ago. What on earth are you talking about?” 157. “I thought I knew you but now? I don’t know…” 158. “Respect and trust go both ways.” 159. “Oh ye of little faith.” 160. “Well, I just put 2 and 2 together…” 161. “It’s a stupid stupid idea.” 162. “Why do I let you talk me into these things?” 163. “When are you going to stop pretending that nothing ever hurts you?” 164. “Who put you in charge?” 165. “What did your last slave die of?” 166. “In your dreams.” 167. “We make a pretty good team you and me.” 168. “Leave it. It’s not worth it.” 169. “I didn’t want to get you involved.” 170. “I shouldn’t have come…” 171. “We know how it’s going to end…we always have…” 172. “Do you know what’s it’s like? Wanting to give up but knowing you can’t because everyone else needs you to be strong.” 173. “I’m guessing that wasn’t part of the plan.” 174. “I haven’t got time for this.” 175. “What happened to being one of the good guys?” 176. “What was that you just threw at me.” 177. “If I have to do this then so do you.” 178. “Are you angry?” 179. “Why are you being so nice to me?” 180. “What if this isn’t how it’s supposed to be? What if we’re just clutching at whatever time we’ve got?” 181. “Maybe I wasn’t meant to have friends…maybe I’m supposed to be alone?” 182. “Ugh I do not have an interest in football I can’t believe you made me come here.” 183. “I’m too late aren’t I?” 184. “Don’t quote 'Only Fools And Horses’ at me I’m trying to be dramatic.” 185. “Even if I wasn’t awake I would be now.” 186. “I fall for it every time.” 187. “Don’t ever do that to me again!” 188. “Are you safe? Where you are now…tell me that if nothing else. Are you safe?” 189. “I want my family back.” 190. “I’m just tired.” 191. “I bet you think you’re funny.” 192. “Real monsters are human…learnt that a long time ago.” 193. “I had a weird dream about you last night.” 194. “If you’re going to have your friends round you’ve got to play nice.” 195. “Oh well that’s made me feel much better.” 196. “Did they lay a finger on you?” 197. “Of all the things to be hereditary.” 198. “You owe me a new door.” 199. “I’m going to bed because I can’t cope with this anymore.” 200. “Next time an idea forms in that head of yours share it with the group.” 201. “text me when you get there.” 202. “In hindsight it wasn’t my best idea.” 203. “Is that my hoodie?” 204. “Excuse me but let me get this straight. You want me to sleep here? In the haunted house?!” 205. “Okay well that’s broken.” 206. “But…it was so real…” 207. “Look, I appreciate you trying to be kind but you’re really not helping…” 208. “Drive!” 209. “Well this is it. This is how it ends!” 210. “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.” 211. “How many energy drinks have you had?” 212. “As the adult here I shouldn’t be encouraging this.” 213. “Okay so we just follow the recipe. I mean how hard can it be?” 214. “Hi. Yeah. I’m lost and have less than £10 on me and my phone is on 3% Erm. Help. Please…” 215. “What the fluffing beans was that?” 216. “My stress levels reached crying in McDonalds yesterday but apart from that I’m fine.” 217. “Why does coming to a fair make me feel 12 years old?” 218. “I wanted to tell you. I really did. But how could I?” 219. “I was falling apart and no one could tell…” 220. “I’m you’re real dad/mum.” 221. “Well…this has certainly been the most entertaining evening…” 222. “I’ve seen enough episodes of Poirot to know nothing good ever happens on a train.” 223. “When are you going to realise that what you do effects everyone around you?” 224. “The memories hurt more.” 225. “I wish I’d just…I wish I’d done more whilst I had the chance…” 226. “We’re best friends because our parents could not cope with us as twins.” 227. “We’ve all lived through our own horrors and I think, no matter how fast we run, they’ll always catch up with us in the end.” 228. “I was replaceable…” 229. “Someone just ran us off the road.” 230. “If we’re going we have to go now.” 231. “I knew someone was missing from my life. I just didn’t know who…” 232. “We were young and messed up.” 233. “What do you know? You don’t know anything!” 234. “I wish I’d never met you.” 235. “I was scared you’d leave.” 236. “I don’t like the person I’ve become.” 237. “Why do you even put up with me?” 238. “He/she’s better of without me.” 239. “When did everything become so tragic.” 240. “Everyone has that story they never tell.” 241. “I’m leaving. I’m sorry but…i just can’t do this anymore.. 242. "If you’re gonna be like that do it yourself.” 243. “Why do I let him/her treat me like that?” 244. “I’ll take them to school today.” 245. “I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m someone I’m not.” 246. “Just give me your hand.” 247. “Don’t do this…” 248. “You were always there when I need you.” 249. “Mind if I join?” 250. “Maybe we’ll just have to figure this out together.” 251. “I heard this song and thought of you.” 252. “I’ll be back before you know it.” 253. “I’ll get this.” 254. “Just…take care of yourself. If you do one thing for me.” 255. “Out of all the things I thought I’d prepared myself for…I never expected to fall in love with you…” 256. “I can’t forget you.” 257. “I did this for you. All of this! Don’t you understand?” 258. “I may be a little drunk…” 259. “You look like you need a hug.” 260. “Try not to fall over.”

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Equal Opportunities: Endeavour Morse x Reader (feat: Fred Thursday)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman @lieutenantcrosby @to-grow-in-and-to-love @gwyn73

Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn’t expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

La Petit Mort - Morse and you share your first kiss in the rain.

California Dreaming - Morse turns up at your classroom to discuss the night you spent together.

The Detective & The Professor - You and Morse turn heads at a university event.

What’s In A Name - Morse refuses to tell you his first name.

Fred realises Morse has a girl because of his laugh. He can count on one hand the amount of times he’s heard the other man chuckle and it has never sounded anything like the noise that comes out of him when he picks up the phone on his way out of the office.

It becomes more evident over the next few months, his demeanour shifts into something more light-hearted. A new shirt appears in rotation, something more expensive than his usually brand.

“You should bring her around sometime.” Fred says one day after he tosses a handkerchief at the younger man so that he can wipe the red lipstick stain from his cheek. “Me and Win would love to meet her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Morse replies as he reviews his reflection in the rearview mirror, wiping the evidence away.

The first glimpse he catches of you is entirely accidental. It’s a Sunday morning and him and Win are taking a stroll through the market when he catches sight of Morse’s mop of curls over by the second hand book stall. He’s about to make his presence known when your arm slides around the younger man’s waist, your head nestling against his shoulder. You tilt your face up to meet Morse’s gaze and his expression in that moment, it’s the look of love alright.

“It’s good to see him happy.” Win says fondly, her arm looping through Fred’s and he clears his throat in agreement before they move on without being seen.

It’s a few weeks later that he’s officially introduced to you at a crime scene at the university. Apparently some braggard attempted to steal the last Fabergé egg. You’d been working late when you’d heard the upheaval, you’d stepped outside into the courtyard and seen the silhouette of a man dressed in black fleeing across the green.

“They’re idiots.” You say frankly as he takes your statement underneath the warmth of the morning sun. “Keeping something so precious out in the open like that, what were they thinking?”

“They were showing off I suppose, trying to boost the auction price.” He murmurs, casting his gaze back at the building where the attempted burglary had taken place. “You don’t care for them I take it?”

“Them and their little Berserker Club?” You remark, opening up the ornate cigarette case and removing one. He pulls out his lighter as you situate it between your lips, igniting the tip. “They’re pigs. They play the gentleman but behind closed doors they’re brutes.”

He learns then about the rumours surrounding the elite dining club, about the women they’ve left destroyed in their wake.

“I know that we’re pretending that there’s nothing going on between the two of you.” Fred says to Morse as they stand over Robin Grey’s body, staring at the place his eyes used to be. “But I suggest you keep her close over the next few days. Men like the ones she described, they don’t like having their fun and games ruined, not by a woman like her.”

Morse must take it on board because the scent of your perfume clings to him over the next few morning. Stealing kisses, Fred assumes after the initial spray. He used to do the same thing with Win, the aroma of her clinging to skin, bringing comfort throughout the day.

It’s a while later, he spots the newspaper spread out across Morse’s desk. There’s a few properties circled, ones that cost more than just a policeman’s wage.

“Bring her around on Sunday for a roast.” He says when the younger man returns from his rounds. “It’s about time don’t you think?”

You’re surprisingly courteous when you arrive at his home later that week. An educated, outspoken feminist like yourself, he thought would try railroading the lot of them with your opinions. Instead he finds you courteous and charming. By the end of it Win and you are as thick as thieves, gossiping over the Italian red you brought with you while him and Morse wash the dishes.

“It’s nice to have some intelligent conversation for a change.” Win says as she takes off her earrings that evening. “She’s good for him, brings him out of his shell I think.”

It’s a few months later they attend your flat warming party. It’s the first soiree that Morse has hosted the entire time Fred has known the man. When he looks around the place he’s surprised to see how much of Morse there is on display. A picture of his mother and him kept safe in a silver frame, his records neatly shelved alongside yours. The books he reads are intermingled with your own collection, modern and classic works living together in harmony.

He thought the essence of you might drown out the quieter man but instead the two of you strike the perfect balance.

“You’ll look after him won’t you?” He says at the end of the evening, his hat in his hand as he lingers in the kitchen. Morse is in the hallway, helping Win into her coat and you’re putting away the last of the glasses.

“We’ll look after each other.” You tell him, the edges of your mouth turning up into a humorous smile. “Equal opportunities and all that.”

“Alright then.” Fred says, his eyes crinkling with mirth as he looks at the future Mrs Morse. “Equal opportunities of course.”

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What I've Been Working On This Week:

Three Months - Kayce realises how badly he's fucked up.

Bore Da Gold - Rupert Campbell-Black - Rupert discovers you have a secret.

Lord Ashbury - Rupert Campbell-Black - Rupert learns the truth about you and Lord Ashbury

The Siren's Call - Rupert Campbell-Black - Rupert realises the depth of his feelings when the two of you spend the night together. (NSFW)

Happy Ending - Mike Mc - You discover you're not the only one that's struggling to cope.

In Love With A Psycho - Robert Sawyer - Robert goes to great lengths to find the identity of the man who pulled the trigger.

Fire - Endeavour Morse - Morse is forced to face the consquences of his investigation after the fallout from Ronnie Box.

All Work, No Play - Owen Strand - Owen knows when he's being blown off.

Home - Eddie Diaz - Eddie sees you for the first time since Texas.

Mother Nature - You take some time to breathe before your inevitable return to California.

Eurydice - Gibbs - Things come to a head between you and Gibbs when you finally confess your feelings.

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Next Time: Endeavour Morse x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman

Companion piece to:

Bruises

Morse meets you at the university, during one of his cases. He’s just leaving an interview with one of the fellows when he spots you on the lawn outside, dismissing your class. There’s a radiance to you he’s never seen in another person, a confidence that he envies. He can’t seem to tear himself away as the gaggle of young women filter past him, a copy of The Feminine Mystique tucked neatly under each their arms.

“I’m surprised there hasn’t been a riot amongst the old boys.” He says as he finds himself crouching down to help you pick up the discarded copies of Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. “They don’t usually like this sort of thing.”

“They don’t really get a choice in the matter.” You say as you tuck another book under his chin, on top of the stack he already has resting against his chest. “Our Pro-Vice-Chancellor is a woman, I’d like to see them argue with her about the validity of feminist studies.”

“Oh I’m sure some of them would try.” He says as he trails after you back into the building. The books bounce uncomfortably against his ribcage as he takes the steps that lead through the entrance way. “I doubt they’d get very far.”

“Oxford boy yourself are you?” You ask as you remove a key from your pocket, jamming it into the lock of your classroom. Odd, he thinks considering everyone else leaves their doors wide open or ajar but then he sees the note that’s been shoved under the door, the cursive letters written black fountain pen ink.

WHORE, it reads.

“Comes with the territory.” You tell him as you scrunch it up in your fist before tossing it into the bin. “Some of the men here don’t like the fact that I’m educating young women to think for themselves instead of reinforcing the patriarchal message of shut up and be a good little wife and mother.”

“I could track them down for you.” He says as he sets the books down upon your desk. “Tell them what will happen if they persist.”

“We both know all that will do is pour fuel on the fire.” You say as you begin to file the books away onto the shelving against the back wall. “Besides I’d like to handle it my own way.”

He’s inclined to ask exactly what that is but you’re interrupted by the arrival of your next class of students.

“Until next time Mr…” You gesture for him to supply his name.

“Morse.” He tells you, reaching out to shake your hand. “Detective Constable.”

It’s a few weeks later that he reads the paper to discover a scathing assassination of Professor Jonty Montgomery’s character. The piece details years of blatant plagiarism on half a dozen of his works and the persistent sexual harassment of several female students.

“They’ve been forced to fire him.” You tell him when you join him for dinner later on that evening. “They’re more annoyed about the plagiarism than the harassment. They could ignore the complaints but they can’t ignore him making a fool of their academic reputation.”

There’s something in your voice, a slight inflection that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He tilts his head towards you, his gaze meeting yours over the piece of chocolate fudge cake you're sharing.

“You?” He asks softly.

“It started small.” You tell him stabbing the cake with much more force than necessary with your fork. “The odd accidental grope here and there, when he became more forceful I gave him a bloody nose. He responded by pissing on my desk.”

“And then you destroyed his reputation.” He summarises, nodding his head agreeably. “More fool the next man that crosses you, you’d skin them alive and wear their pelt.”

It’s a half joke really, but there’s a seriousness to it. You’re a woman fighting against the tide of a man’s world, it wouldn’t do not to showcase the spoils of war. You’d made sure your name was used in that article, you wanted your colleagues to know what would happen to the next man that laid a hand on you or your students.

“Does that scare you?” You ask him as you dab at the corners of your lips with a napkin.

“No.” He says, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “I much rather admire it.”

He takes you to bed that night, his palms chasing over the black lace you wear underneath that starched white shirt as he makes love to you with the sound of Nino Rota in his ears. You climax together as the music hits it’s peak, the violin breaking off as the record ends and he finds himself drowning in the ecstasy of you.

He wakes up alone the next morning, a copy of The Feminine Mystique left upon his side table with a note that reads “I look forward to hearing your thoughts next time.”

He smiles as his fingertips trace over the cover, the scent of your perfume still clinging to his skin.

Next time…

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The End of Time: Endeavour Morse x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman @lieutenantcrosby @to-grow-in-and-to-love @gwyn73

Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

Bruises - You see to Morse's care after a beating.

Rarities - You and Morse discuss the fact your differences.

The Right One - Morse's bad trip leads Fred Thursday to question your intentions.

For the first few days after the hallucinogens Morse is weak and exhausted. He sleeps with his face buried in the curve of your throat, his entire body draped over you as your fingers lightly smooth through the curls in his hair. You understand that he needs the proximity at the moment, that the drugs have damaged his psyche, torn open old wounds that hadn’t quite healed.  

You spend your time, reading his classics out loud as he dozes, books of adventure like The Count of Monte Cristo or The Three Musketeers. Anything else like Shelley or Carroll would be too horrible or too surreal in the present. When he is awake, he’s lethargic. You cook for him, making sure he eats, before helping him bathe and changing his sheets.

“I know you said you didn’t want to be a wife, but at the moment this is feeling all very wifely.” He mumbles, his eyes closed as you shampoo his hair in the bathtub. “You ought to get out while you still can.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to be a wife.” You correct him as you pick up the plastic cup that your toothbrushes rest in and use it to scoop the warm water he resides in. “I said I didn’t want to be a housewife, there’s a difference. Now tilt back your head and hope I don’t drown you.”

He does as he’s told and you rinse the bubbles from his hair, using your fingertips to slick it back away from his features.

“You don’t have to do this you know?” He tries again as you use your palm to shield his eyes from the soapy water as it runs down his face. “Waste your time taking care of me. I’m sure you have much more interesting things to do.”

“Oh I see you’re feeling self-depreciating.” You remark as you set the beaker down on the edge of the sink. “You think I’m here out of some sense of forced obligation?”

“Aren’t you?” He asks and you can hear the lilt of vulnerability in his voice underneath that abruptness.

Your man, he’s not used to being cared for. He hasn’t been a priority in someone’s else world, not since his mother died. He questions kindness when it’s given to him because he feels underserving, despite the fact he is the most compassionate man you’ve ever met.  

“Ed.” You say firmly, your hand cupping his chin, guiding his gaze to meet yours. He’s starting to come back to life again, you can see it in the vividness of the blue that shines from his eyes as he looks back at you. “I’m here because I love you and I couldn’t stand the thought of you recovering from this horrible thing alone with just scotch and Wagner for company.”

A blush creeps across his cheeks, blossoming across the light dusting of freckles on his skin. You’ve kissed every single one of them throughout your time together, the ones on his face and everywhere else.

“Cleo.” He says, looking tormented. “I…”

“It’s ok if you can’t say it back.” You say softly, your thumb tracing over the delicate line of his jaw. “You just need to know how loved you are, that’s all.”

You pull away then because the water is growing cold and you don’t want him to catch a chill. You reach for the towel, holding it up as he forces himself out of the tub with a groan. You drape it around his shoulders when he steps onto the bathmat, patting him down gently until you’re satisfied he’s dry.

“Cleo.” He says and you tilt your head up, giving him your full attention.

“I do love you.” He says with an earnestness you find endearing. “I’m just not used to being loved, not by someone who gives themselves so unreservedly.”

“Well.” You say as he opens the towel so that he can wrap his arms around you, gathering you up against his damp form. “You better had because it doesn’t stop when you get better, I’ll love you until the end of time Endeavour Morse. I can promise you that.”

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What's In A Name: Endeavour Morse x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman @lieutenantcrosby @to-grow-in-and-to-love @gwyn73

Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

La Petit Mort - Morse and you share your first kiss in the rain.

California Dreaming - Morse turns up at your classroom to discuss the night you spent together.

The Detective & The Professor - You and Morse turn heads at a university event.

Morse won’t tell you his real name. It becomes a game between the two of you, you trying to guess and him rewarding each wrong answer with a little nip on the underside of your throat, in that special place that makes your hips arch and your breath hitch.

“Everett, Emmanuel, Egerton…” You guess as his mouth moves lower and he smiles against your flushed skin as you tip your head back and moan, losing track of your list.

He manages to keep it up for a month until you decide you’ve had enough. Things are starting to change, become more serious, at least they are for you. For him, you really can’t tell.

“I’m not crying out Morse when I’m fucking you.” You inform him, your fingers entwined with his as you pin his hands to the mattress. He whines, his breathing stilted, an apricot blush chasing across his cheeks. “If you want to come you have to be a good boy and tell me what it is.”

You tighten around him, gripping him so hard that he can taste nirvana on his tongue as he hangs there at the pinnacle of release.

“Endeavour.” He bites out through ground teeth. “It’s Endeavour! Please I just need…”

You start to move then, fast, hard and Morse, he loses his bloody mind, bellowing out your name so loudly that the neighbours in the flat next door start banging on the wall because they can’t hear the TV over the sound of your love making.

“My mother chose it.” He tells you in the aftermath, his lips brushing over your forehead. “She was a Quaker and she believed she saw that in me, she thought I was going to achieve something…”

He trails off because he’s never lived up to his name. He flunked out of Oxford before taking his exams, he left the Signal Corps before being promoted, his only achievement is his foray into CID and even that’s on thin ice.

“The Oxford lads used to call me Pagan because I told them I didn’t have a Christian name. Endeavour doesn’t have good connotations for me, it makes me feel…” He searches for the words as he stares up at the ceiling. “... Inadequate.”

“Well...” You drawl shifting between his legs so that you can prop your chin up on his chest. The weight of your body comes to rests against his, something he finds both intimate and reassuring. “We both know you are the furthest thing from inadequate on this God given earth so why don’t we come up with a compromise, something just between the two of us.”

“So you’re still adverse to calling me Morse in bed.” He sighs, tucking an arrant strand of hair back behind your ear. “I don’t see what the issue is. Everyone else has.”

And that he realises is exactly the problem. You aren’t everybody else. The relationship between the two of you, it’s not like anything he’s experienced. It’s playful, it’s fun and above everything else it’s tender. When you look into his eyes, he sees how much you care about him, he feels it in the depths of his soul.

“Look.” You say, your lips brushing over the Orion’s belt of freckles just underneath his collarbone. “If you want an impersonal rough fucking, I’ll use Morse. If you want to make love it needs to be more…”

This, he thinks, this is your line in the sand. The division between the physical and emotional. If he wants something with longevity he has to give you a little something in return, a part of himself that no one else has . He understands in that moment that you’re starting to fall in love with him, that his answer now is the difference between spending the night with you or watching you walk out the door when you’ve finished with him.

“Alright.” He murmurs, this thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “A compromise, when we’re together I’m not Morse, I’m…” He fumbles, seeking out the right term of endearment. Everything feels too used, too cloying. When he’s with you, he wants to belong to you and usually that comes with a name.

“How about Ed?” You say finally and the edges of his mouth tip up into a smile as he imagines you riding his cock, head thrown back in the heat of passion, the word tearing from your throat.

“Ed.” He echoes as he leans forward, his mouth ghosting over yours once more. “Let’s go with Ed.”

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Joan: Endeavour Morse x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman @lieutenantcrosby @to-grow-in-and-to-love @gwyn73

Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

La Petit Mort - Morse and you share your first kiss in the rain.

California Dreaming - Morse turns up at your classroom to discuss the night you spent together.

The Detective & The Professor - You and Morse turn heads at a university event.

What’s In A Name - Morse refuses to tell you his first name.

Equal Opportunities - Fred Thursday realises that Morse has a girl.

The Golden Notebook - Morse enjoys watching you work.

The Other Woman - You find another woman in Morse's bed.

It’s a few days later that Joan turns up to one of your lectures. She slips into the back of the theatre the same way that Morse sometimes does, taking a seat in the back row. You don’t even notice, you’re too busy discussing the themes of sexual repression and creativity in Germaine Greer’s The Female Eunuch.

It’s only when she approaches you at the end that you even realise you have a trojan horse in your midst.

“Look.” You say firmly as you stack the left over books with a force that borders on violent. “I don’t know what this is but I don’t need the ‘keep away from my man’ talk. I didn’t know he was seeing someone else and I don’t appreciate you coming to my work place…”

It’s then she tucks her hair back behind her ear and you see the bruising on her face. It’s fading now, the indigo hue fading into a tawny brown but you’ve been the block enough times to know that somebody’s hurt her.

“He didn’t do that.” You say resolutely and she shakes her as she touches her fingers to the tender area.

“No, Morse could never lay his hands on a woman.” She says with a fondness that sets your teeth on edge. “It isn’t in his nature.”

“No.” You say as you straighten paperwork in front of you. “It isn’t.”

“He doesn’t love me.” She blurts out into the air between the two of you and you sigh as you tilt your head up to look at her. “Maybe once but it’s was nothing like the passion he has for you, the way he talks about you…” Her lips purse together as she clasps her handbag in front of her. “It’s like you’re the sun that lights up his sky.”

“I think they’re very pretty words.” You inform her, tucking the paperwork into your satchel. “For someone who spent the night in his bed, wearing his clothes.”

“I didn’t mean to destroy his happiness." She says, looking away for a moment. "It would certainly explain why he’s been moping over the last couple of days.”

She tells you then, about the reasons she left. The shame she felt over her role in the bank robbery, the deterioration of the relationship with her parents. She took up with the married man, one who beat her. She’d fallen pregnant with his baby, miscarrying it a week ago.

“When I got out of the hospital, I only had the clothes on my back and nowhere to go and Morse, he had always been kind to me.” She says as she fiddles with the strap of her purse. “He slept in the chair by the way, there was no…”

“But you wanted there to be.” You say because the guilt, it radiates off her in waves.

“I kissed him.” She tells you, meeting your gaze. “And that’s when he told me about you, his beautiful, brilliant professor and that’s when I knew I’d lost him. I can’t compete with a woman like you.”

“We don’t need to compete at all.” You inform her as you place your palms flat on the desk. “Your self-worth, it doesn’t need to be tied to a man. Being with one won’t change how you feel inside, it won’t help you fix yourself.”

“Do you know how I can fix myself?” She asks you, blinking away tears as she shrugs helplessly. “Because right now it feels like I’m in a hole trying to claw my way out…”

And no one can hear you scream….

You’ve been there before once upon a time, when your father was trying to force you to marry a man you resented. So trapped, so vulnerable, so frightened. It had been your aunt that gave you the strength to take back your freedom, to break away from the expectations and live your own life for the very first time.

“Yes.” You say softly, reaching for her hand. “Yes I do.”

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The Other Woman: Endeavour Morse x Reader

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Companion piece to:

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Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

La Petit Mort - Morse and you share your first kiss in the rain.

California Dreaming - Morse turns up at your classroom to discuss the night you spent together.

The Detective & The Professor - You and Morse turn heads at a university event.

What’s In A Name - Morse refuses to tell you his first name.

The Golden Notebook

Bruises - You see to Morse's care after a beating.

There’s a girl in Morse’s bed.

Her head rests on the pillow where you usually lay, the sheets drawn up to her chest as she sleeps in his shirt, the one you bought him for special occasions.

You can’t describe the way you feel in that moment, like the air has just been sucked out of the room, your chest compressed so you can’t take a breath. You set the key he gave you this morning down on his desk before you leave, slamming the door so hard you hope it wakes her.

You ignore the phone after that, unplugging it from the wall as you smoke cigarette after cigarette, packing the few items he’s left at your place into the box you use to bring home your student’s papers so you can mark them in front of the fire. You place it on his doorstep, right where the two of them can trip over it before you head to the university for morning classes.

It’s that evening he comes to find you, his hair dishevelled, his tie pulled loose. You’re sitting at your desk, sipping from a glass of scotch, watching the light fade through the window across the green when he appears in the doorway of your classroom.

“I thought I’d given you a clean get away.” You say as you drain the glass. “You didn’t need to come here, we don’t need to talk about it.”

“But I want to.” He says as he closes the door behind him, blocking out the rest of the world.

“By all means.” You say, your eyes finally meeting his. “Explain away the young woman I found in your bed.”

He grasps one of the student chairs, dragging it closer to your desk before he throws himself into it. His palms rub over his weary features before he tries to find a way to begin.

“Joan is...” He searches for the words as he clasps his hands together in front of his mouth. “Joan is a friend, one that is in a very sticky spot at the moment.”

“A friend that wears your shirts and steals my pillow.” You remark as you take out your cigarette case and remove one of them, tapping it on the closed case. “You must think I’m stupid.”

“No.” He says shaking his head venomously. “Not at all. I… I’m making a mess of this.”

“I’ll make it easy on you.” You say as you place the cigarette between your lips, using the ornate lighter to ignite it. “You are nothing to me anymore. Just another in a long line of bitter disappointments.”

“Cleo…” He pleads but you’re already raising to your feet and reopening the door.

“I’ve got essays to read and I’m sure you’ve got Joan to get back to so we’ll say no more of it.” You say taking another drag of your cigarette. “You get on with your life and I’ll get on with mine, we’ll keep out of each other’s way.”

“Cleo…” He tries again as he lingers in the doorway, his fingers itch to touch you, to reach for you but he tucks his hand into his pocket instead. “I really do love you.”

“No Morse.” You say sadly and that use of his surname, it’s like someone’s thrust a bayonet into his chest and twisted the blade. “No you don’t.”

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The Detective & The Professor: Endeavour Morse x Reader

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Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

California Dreaming - Morse wants to discuss the night you spent together.

You look beautiful tonight. A vision in a black and white jumpsuit, one that closely resembles his own tuxedo. Your mouth is a slash of red, your eyes winged with a dark liner that makes them glitter like the finest jewels in the Ashmolean Museum.

You wear your hair in a half up, half down style, revealing a slender throat adorned with an ornate onyx and silver choker. It covers the mark he left on your skin earlier today, the one he made when he bit down on the side of your neck, repressing the sound of his climax as you made love inside your classroom.

Already there’s a stirring inside of him, a rush of heat that blossoms in his groin as he meets your gaze.

“You scrub up well.” You say as you step towards him, your lips brush his cheek and the scent of your perfume floods his senses, something fresh and luminous that reminds him of dewy springtime mornings.

“And you are stunning.” He says tucking you underneath his arm, holding you close. “The most beautiful woman in Oxford.”

“You flatter me.” You say with a sincerity that’s visceral. He realises in that moment, that a woman like you doesn’t hear too many complements. They aren’t often given to ones who defy convention.

He ignores the looks the both of you draw when you step through the stone entrance and into the outdoor space they use for the symphony. Oxford scholars are a gossipy sort. He gathers you’ve not taken a lover for a long time and of course, he has a bit of notoriety since the arrest of Felix Lorimer.

The Detective and the Professor, it’s all anyone can talk about in the weeks that follow. They discuss the night the two of you spent underneath the stars, your cheek resting on his shoulder as you were serenaded by the best musicians in the country, your fingers threaded with his.

He becomes a permanent fixture in your world after that, an attentive partner, an formidable opponent, an intuitive lover. Your debates are legendary, each one long and spirited, often ending with a fond smile as he proclaims how impossible you are before he makes love to you on a bed that’s never known it, not before you.

The good old boys are up in arms over the whole thing, they’ve been taking shots at you for years without so much as a hand up your skirt and the women titter because there are rumours about Morse, about the fact he has a medal, one for undisclosed services to the crown.

“We keep going on like this I’m going to fall in love with you.” You warn him one evening when your tangled up in bed together. His arm is looped around your waist, keeping you gathered up close, your legs entwined with his.

“It’s too late for me I’m afraid.” He tells you, his thumb ghosting over the blush of your cheek as he looks into your eyes. “I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”

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The Libertines: Endeavour Morse x Reader

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Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

La Petit Mort - Morse and you share your first kiss in the rain.

Bruises - You see to Morse's care after a beating.

Rarities - You and Morse discuss the fact your differences.

The Right One - Morse's bad trip leads Fred Thursday to question your intentions.

The End of Time - You support Morse in his recovery leading to a revelation between the two of you.

The Divine - Morse goes skinny dipping for the first time.

Morse learns about ‘swinging’ through a case he’s working. He has a vague awareness of the notion but he didn’t realise the prevalence of it, not until he’s at home fiddling with his own keys because he can’t work out the significance of the spare set in that astrophysicist’s pocket.

“It’s called a key party.” You tell him as his ass comes to rest on your desk alongside your typewriter. He looks at you with an expression of complete miscomprehension before you continue. “Bored suburban couples throw their keys into a bowl, see who they get to take home for the night or in this case slip into another room with.”

“You seem awfully knowledgeable about it.” He remarks, twisting the keys around his finger.

“I’ve went to one when I was with Phillipe.” You inform him, referring to the man who came before him. “He was awfully upset that I ended up taking the wife home with me. He’d had his eye on her for quite some time apparently. Shame he wasn’t her type.”

“I didn’t know you were…” He fumbles for the words, his cheeks colouring. “That you liked both.”

“For me it’s about the person.” You say as you lean back in your seat. His gaze remains fixed on the keys in his hand, his brows furrowed in thought. “Is that a problem for you?”

“No, not a problem at all.” He says, the edges of his mouth tipping up. “I just… I thought it was just me is all.”

“Just you?” You ask, raising to your feet and taking up residence alongside of him on the desk. He leans in close, taking solace in the proximity as you tilt your head up to look into his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I had feelings for another man once. Pete, he was called.” He says softly, clasping the keys tightly in his fists so they dig into his palm. “He left for America the year before I met you. It never would have worked anyway, his history… it never would have allowed for that kind of love, it was tainted for him.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, your hand capturing his. “I know how hard that must have been for you.”

Because Morse, he doesn’t love easy. Every single experience he’s had has been tainted with rejection or grief. You can’t imagine what it must have been like for him watching the person he cared about walk out of his life like that.

“You know every single part of me now.” He tells you, his fingers entwining with yours before he brings them to his lips. “There are things I’ve told you I have never told another living soul and I want you to know how much I value that. What we have it means the world to me, you mean the world to me.”

“I know.” You say as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “You mean the world to me to me too especially now that I’ve discovered we’re both filthy libertines.”

He laughs then and you can feel that tension evaporate from his body as he wraps his arms around you, gathering you close.

“At least I’m in good company.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours. “Very good company indeed.”

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Valentine's Bingo Card 2025: California Dreaming - Endeavour Morse x Reader

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Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

Bruises - You see to Morse's care after a beating.

Rarities - You and Morse discuss the fact your differences.

Morse’s weakness has always been the fairer sex, that’s what Felix Lorimer had told him the day after he met you. He hadn’t believed him at the time, after all it was him who had seen through Nina Lorimer’s escapades, who’d worked out the game the two of them were playing.

However now as he lingers in the doorway of your classroom he wonders if there isn’t something in it. He can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you as you sway to the sounds of California Dreaming by the Mamas & Papas. It emanates from the record player on the sideboard, the one that was given to you by your father.

The way you move, it should be forbidden. It’s the slow, sensual motion of your hips, the changing colour of your hair shifting in the light from the tall windows. You don’t care  that someone can see you if they stood on tip toes and peered through, you’re just content to exist in the moment. He both envies and craves you at the same time.

“You’re just going to watch?” You say as you glance over your shoulder and a pinkness raises in his cheeks because he hadn’t realised that you were aware of him.

“I…” He begins but you’re already taking his hand and pulling him to you.

The feel of you like this, flush against him, it reminds him of that night you shared last week. The warm light cascading across your skin as your hands had threaded in his curls, tugging them just enough to make his hips arch as you took him deeper. He’s never experienced anything as erotic as the sight of you undressing for him, each layer of clothing falling to the floor until you were clad in nothing but simple black lace.

“I’m going to have my way with you detective constable.” You had smiled as you straddled his hips and like a sailor being called by a siren, he had dashed himself on those rocks three times that night, each one more heavenly than the last.

When he’d awoken the next morning you were gone, the only evidence of your presence, a copy of The Feminine Mystique and a note.

I look forward to hearing your thoughts next time, it had read.

“I read the book.” He says as he guides your hands up along his chest to his neck, your finger lace at the nape, teasing along the strands of his hair as you move together in time to the music. “It’s a test isn’t it? A way of scaring off men who aren’t up for job.”

He means the one of being with you, the understanding that you won’t conform to the traditional roles that are foist upon women. You won’t give up your career if you marry him, you won’t tend the house and look after the children.

“It doesn’t seem to have frightened you.” You remark, tilting your head up to meet his gaze and he sees nirvana in those eyes, a freedom and contentment that he has yearned for every single moment of his life.

“Somehow it only makes me want you more.” He murmurs, his nose trailing along yours until your lips are barely parted.

You kiss him then and like a tempest he’s swept away in the undercurrent of recklessness and wayward desire. That feeling that comes with you, it’s like a narcotic coursing through his system, eating away at his sanity as he takes you on your desk, the sunlight streaming through windows, bathing you both in the warmth as your papers scatter across the floor.

“You are the only woman that does this to me.” He murmurs as you fix his tie in the aftermath. “The only one that makes me this wild, this feckless.”

“Good.” You say, your fingertips straightening his collar. “That means I’ll be the one that’s on your mind when you fall asleep tonight.”

“You will be if you’re the one sleeping next to me.” He counters and you give him that smile, the one that could light up the entire Sheldonian if you’d let it.

“There’s an event tonight, Strings Under The Stars.” You say as you lean back against the desk. That position, the way it accentuates your form, it makes him want you all over again.

“I’ll get us tickets.” He says, his hips slotting between your thighs, his mouth ghosting over yours once more. “The two of us, we’ll make a night of it.”

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The Divine: Endeavour Morse x Reader

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Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

La Petit Mort - Morse and you share your first kiss in the rain.

Bruises - You see to Morse's care after a beating.

Rarities - You and Morse discuss the fact your differences.

The Right One - Morse's bad trip leads Fred Thursday to question your intentions.

The End of Time - You support Morse in his recovery leading to a revelation between the two of you.

Before you Morse has never been naked outdoors, he’s certainly never been skinny dipping. He’s never felt the water lap at his bare skin underneath the night sky, felt the gentle caress of the breeze chasing away the droplets of water as they run down the freckles on his chest. He’s never stood waist deep during an uncharacteristically warm September in the Parson’s Pleasure, watching the most beautiful woman in all of Oxford breaststroke her way towards him.

Your hair is pinned up at the top of your head and you’re not wearing a single stitch of clothing as you come to a halt in front of him, raising up out of the water like a siren as you find your feet underneath you.

You look beautiful in the moonlight, the light glow cascading over your figure as his arms wrap around you, drawing you close. There’s a chill to your skin from the water so he tucks you in tighter against him, giving you the heat of his body.

“I knew you’d like this.” You murmur, your fingers lacing at the back of his neck, your fingertips tangling in his damp curls. “Somewhere serene, where there’s nothing but us and the divine.”

Those words, they resonate with him because right now, being here with you, it’s the closest to heaven he’s ever been in his entire life.

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