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Love Next Door | Episode 14 엄마 친구 아들 dir. Yoo Je Won

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Supernatural Stains

Hello all, just wanted to start this off by saying I haven't written any sort of fan fiction since I was 12 and on Amino so please excuse all the bad writing! Hopefully I get better....

Anyways, here's sone info on the story: -1,064 words -Supernatural/Monster hunter AU -tf141xFem!Reader (it might have some y/n in the beginning but eventually you'll get a nickname and just be called that)

You could smell the man before he even thought of crossing the threshold of the laundry mat you worked in. Sour and unhappy with a hint of menthol, not too sure if it's from gum or some sort of vape. 

The door security beeps as you slowly slip further back into the office, becoming unseeable to whoever is walking up to the counter, no doubt dropping off a load of laundry that they were too lazy to complete themselves. Sitting there a second, you stare at the short, bald, frowning man as he sets his bag on the counter and angrily looks around, somehow already inconvenienced even though he hasn't been here for more than two seconds. 

“How can I help you?” 

Your back cracks as you stand, easily towering over the barely 5-foot frowning man with your 5’8 stature. He begins to grumpily describe all the bells and whistles he wants done and added to his laundry, like bleach and fabric softener and maybe some pet dryer sheets, you're met with two new and much stronger scents.

One is a mix of dirt and morning mildew with a hint of Cedarwood and the other mirrors the beginning notes but instead of a matching musky smell instead there's a smidge of….. Strawberry? An unexpected but not unwelcome smell, must be some sort of alcohol they bought at the liquor store next door. 

Mr. Grumpy or sorry, Dave, seemed to have finished talking as now you were just staring at his back as he walked out. Dammit, definitely did not catch a word of what he said save for his name. Turning to your left, you're able to remote start one of the machines and go to grab some gloves and detergent, hopefully, the right stuff because you do not want to get scolded by Dave if you fuck up his laundry. 

He seems to be the kind of man to leave 20 different negative reviews if you fold so much as his socks the wrong way. So even though he couldn't physically hurt you, vampire and all, he definitely could hurt your feelings which you did not feel like dealing with tonight.

“Aren't ye a sight fur sor’ eyes.” A deep Scottish voice slices through your Dave-centered thoughts, damn at this rate you might be in love with the man with how much you're thinking of him. What a romantic story, doing his laundry first and then maybe a date, and before you know if you're married with loads of kids and a too-small house. You'd probably be an essentially forced stay-at-home mom with-

“Ye a'richt thare Bonnie? Dae ah hae something onh mah face?”

Your vision zeros back into focus, realizing you've been staring at 2 very tall and very hunky men, who seem to be the sources of those alluring smells from earlier. Having to crane your neck to look the Scottish man in the eyes it becomes obvious they are over six feet. And damn are they not a sight for sore eyes, the Scott in front seems to be the one carrying the strawberry scent. It has a slight twinge of soap so it's clearly not liquor making him smell slightly sweet contrary to earlier thoughts. 

The man behind him seems to straighten up slightly as you flash them a bright smile. You can't see his face due to the sunglasses and black surgical mask blocking it. It seems to be a bit too dark out for sunglasses but you don't judge, Lord knows you have days when you need to wear sunglasses even into the night if you go too long without feeding. 

“I’m so sorry,” you say, a bright smile still on your face as you walk up to the counter across from both men, “how can I help you?”

“Na worrie’ at a' bonnie, juist 'ere tae pick up some laundry. Shuid be under th' name Johnny MacTavish.”

Finding the bag was easy and Johnny paid, handing you a few bills with a parting wink and a “Keep th' chaynge.” He and his companion turned heel and walked out, taking their alluring smells with them. Though they were barely near you for more than 10 minutes, you catch yourself mourning the loss of their earthy scents.

The rest of your shift goes by quickly and uneventfully, Dave ends up coming in around 8:30 to grab his stuff and leaves without complaint much to your delight. Soon enough it was 10 pm and after locking the doors you began cleaning. As you swept your thoughts kept shifting to the two men from earlier, thoughts of their scents, heights, and looks kept you occupied.

What men like that were doing out here, you had no idea. Sure you had the odd oil field worker come in to drop off and while they were bulky in their own right, they had nothing on the two seemingly mountains called men. They must be police officers or maybe even a part of the military due to not only their statures but also the way they carry and present themselves. Though it seems a bit odd for military guys to be this far from any bases it's not impossible, especially considering they could have family nearby that they’re visiting. 

The thoughts clouded your mind and judgment as you set the security system and walked into the cold nipping air. The men cloud your thoughts so much that they effectively distract you from the fact that parked right next to your car is a truck that's been sitting there for the better half of 4 hours. Which normally wouldn't be super odd but considering it's a Monday night and the pub on the other end of the parking lot seems to have closed early, it probably should have raised some red flags. 

That obviously didn't happen though as you opened the driver-side door and climbed in, luckily this bad boy has a remote start so it's already been idling for about 5 minutes and is nicely warmed up. Shifting into drive and pulling onto the road you were none the wiser of a certain someone lurking in the truck writing down your plates. Not that it would have mattered to you anyway seeing as the thoughts of the twin peaks have finally slipped your mind leaving just one thing behind, Hunger.

Thanks for reading!! Lmk if anyone has an tips on how to write better!