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Incoming call from Lover Boy <3

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A late night call from your lover Wonwoo after successfully wrapping up his second Tokyo concert.

Note: To celebrate Nana Tour coming to an end I decided to FINALLY write the fic idea I’ve had since episode 1. Please forgive my rusting writing skills - it’s the first fic I’ve actually written in years!

“Incoming call from Lover Boy <3”

The familiar nickname flashed up on your screen, causing you to pause in your reading, smiling slightly at the phone. It was just a joke at first - changing your boyfriend’s nickname in your phone to see how he would react, but the sheepish pink blush that painted his cheeks whenever he caught a glimpse of it drove you to keep it that way ever since.

Your phone continued to buzz angrily, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What’s up?” you questioned, picking up the phone right away. It wasn’t unusual for Wonwoo to call you when he was away, but you knew he’d just wrapped up a concert that night and usually he’d prefer to either celebrate with the boys or just sleep, especially this late.

“Sorry baby, were you asleep?” a familiar face came into view, picking up on the slightly sleepy tone of your voice and voicing out his concerns.

“No, I was just finishing up this chapter, don’t worry. Is everything ok? What happened to drinking with the guys?” you asked, turning your camera on in turn.

“I had a drink already, but I thought I’d turn in early or else I’d be up all night with those idiots. We do fly out at 6 am after all.” The rosy flush that dusted over his features revealed the truth in his statement, as he shook his head fondly at the questionable sleeping habits of his members. “Besides I couldn’t miss out on speaking with you, it’s the highlight of my day.”

This made you smile a little to yourself. Although you’ve never doubted your boyfriend’s love for you, it still felt good to hear that your presence lights up his day in the same way his does to yours.

As you continued chatting about anything and everything - mostly the boys’ antics during the concert - Wonwoo began to remove the remnants of his stage makeup and get ready for bed. You did the same, basking in the moment of shared domesticity despite the ocean between you both. Despite all of the moments you’ve shared together, perhaps watching him sleepily rub his eyes with makeup remover is the most romantic of them all.

Before long, Wonwoo was done cleaning his face and headed back into the hotel bedroom as the two of you chatted. The lights went out with a click and you heard faint shuffling noises as Wonwoo struggled with his clothes. Eventually, he turned on the bedside lamp to reveal himself lying down, shirtless with his glasses on and his head on the pillow.

“You should take your glasses off hun, that’s got to be uncomfortable”, you chastised him, “and that can’t be good for the frames either”.

“No, I want to see you properly”, came the petulant response, “I won’t be able to actually hold you until tomorrow so this is the best I can get”.

“I can’t wait until you’re home.” you sighed. Although it had only been a few days, the pandemic and the fact that you were able to go with them on the last tour meant that times where you’d been away from Wonwoo were few and far between. Although the two of you had been very lucky in that regard, it did make time apart more of a struggle.

“Me neither, it’s not the same sleeping in these hotel rooms without you…”, he sighed. “I’ll be home tomorrow though! Do you have any plans? I know you’re working but maybe we could have a night in? We can watch a movie and order food? Oh! We should try out that new pizza place near ours, you know, the one Mingyu was talking about?”

“Oh yes! He made it sound so good - I’ve been wanting to check it out for a while! We should get extra and then we can have some leftovers for breakfast the next day!”

“…Babe… What are you talking about…. Pizza isn’t breakfast, you monster.” he deadpanned. At this, your cheeks puffed out a little in frustration.

“Breakfast can be whatever you want it to be! You can’t convince me that you had a healthy breakfast every day when you were living with Mingyu!”

As you continued to bicker back and forth about the validity of various breakfast(?) foods, you took a second to admire your breathtaking boyfriend. Even with his face smooshed into the pillow and his glasses askew, his handsome features and plush lips pulled into a subtle smile never failed to make you swoon.

Eventually the conversation turned to your days, catching up on everything that had happened since you last spoke. Although yours was quite uneventful - “just my manager being an idiot, as always” - Wonwoo was full of stories of shopping with the boys earlier that day.

“And then Hoshi just ran away with Coups’ crutches! He was just sat there on the floor pouting!”

As you giggled at his latest story, Wonwoo couldn’t help but join in as well. Your laughter never failed to give him the deepest joy - he would share stories until his throat ran dry, just to see you smile. He’d even endure the endless teasing from his members to buy magazines with his own face on to bring back to you. He didn’t understand why you needed them when you had the real thing - “They’re good to make collages out of, ok? Don’t judge me!” - but he’d dutifully bring them home to you to catch a glimpse of that bashful blush and shy smile of yours.

As your giggles died down, a wave of exhaustion washed over you and you couldn’t hold back your yawn. Despite doing your best to stifle it off camera, your ever attentive boyfriend still caught on.

“Are you tired baby? Sorry for keeping you up, we can always catch up tomorrow instead”, he said apologetically.

“No, no, if anyone should be tired it’s you. You’re the one that just finished a whole concert! Besides, I like hearing you talk. Tell me more about your day”.

At your gentle prompting, Wonwoo launched into another story about Dino’s latest antics. Despite his animated retelling of the members bullying their maknae, you felt calmed by his voice and felt yourself slowly being lulled to sleep. As your eyes drooped further, a gentle “sleep well baby” was the last thing you heard before your eyes shut completely.

—

The next morning you wake up to a text received at 4 am:

‘Sorry honey, we’ll have to take a rain check on our plans today. I’ve been kidnapped’

‘We’re going to Italy. I’ll bring you back some limoncello to make it up to you x’

You wracked your sleep-addled brain trying to make sense of his message before you remembered - Youth Over Flowers! You felt a slight twinge in your chest at having to cancel your date night, but that was quickly overtaken by excitement for your boyfriend, whom you know has never been to Italy before. You had considered visiting together in the past, but you’d never been able to make it work with your boyfriend’s packed schedule. Your boyfriend had rarely been able to go abroad for leisure at all in the past, let alone with almost all his members. The fact that Na PD somehow managed to surprise the boys, despite them losing all hope of the trip actually happening, just made it that much more sweet.

As you set to work looking up restaurant recommendations in Italy to make sure that your boyfriend was able to enjoy his trip to the fullest, a knock sounded on your door. Jumping out of bed and pulling on a dressing gown, you quickly made your way to the door.

“Pizza for Y/N?” It was the pizza place you’ve been wanting to try.

“I don’t think I ordered this? Do you have the wrong place?” you responded, bewildered.

“It was ordered to this address under the name of Jeon Wonwoo. There was a note left on the receipt.” At that your heart swelled, and you accepted the box gratefully from the delivery driver.

As you settled down at the kitchen table with the still hot box, you unfolded the receipt and took in the message your lover left for you.

“Sorry I can’t be there today baby. Please take this as my peace offering while I’m off expanding my pizza horizons in Italy. I hope you have a good day at work, can’t wait to see you soon! 10 days can’t go by fast enough. Please wait for me a little longer love <3”

You smiled softly at the thought of him, bleary eyed, having to pack all of his belongings in a rush, but still taking the time to think of you.

You took a bite of the piping hot pizza covered in your favourite toppings - delicious. Who ever said pizza wasn’t a breakfast food anyway?

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Pick a Card | Who's Your Future Spouse?

wondering what your future spouse if like? this pac covers everything from looks to love language~ pick an image 1-4 and have a happy reading!

pile 1 | 🐰 physical attributes - straight hair - brown eyes - long/ thick eyelashes - contacts what are their hobbies? - exercising - playing video games where will you two meet? - divine intervention - local attraction what are they like? - never sleeps - straightforward - loud - your soulmate what will they like doing with you? - removing makeup - holding hands their love language- words of affirmation

pile 2 | 📸 physical attributes - slender - dyed hair - rough hands - smells good what are their hobbies? - traveling - collecting stuff where will you two meet? - concert - park what are they like? - introverted - pessimistic - lazy - people person (once they get to know you) what will they like doing with you? - nose nuzzling - playing with your hair their love language - acts of service

pile 3 | 🐶 physical attributes - short hair - blue eyes - piercings - 20/20 vision what are their hobbies? - cooking - drawing/ painting where will you two meet? - in nature - while traveling what are they like? - not easy to anger - affectionate - cat person - disorganized what will they like doing with you? - matching clothes - painting nails together their love language - quality time

pile 4 | 🐥 physical attributes - green eyes - insanely attractive - soft features - wears a lot of bracelets what are their hobbies? - hiking - writing where will you two meet? - restaurant - hometown/ place of residence what are they like? - your twin flame - supportive - open minded - cares a lot about what others think what will they like doing with you? - watching movies together - touching foreheads/ forehead kisses their love language - physical touch

i hope you enjoyed this pac; if you did, leave a like or a comment! i love hearing from you guys 🥰 my dms are always open to anyone who’d like to talk, and my suggestion box is open to anyone who’d like to leave a suggestion for my next reading! (and tips are open too for anyone who feels like it haha) have a lovely and wonderful day/ night whenever you’re seeing this~ 🥰 - tiff ♡

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— LONELY GIRL x shin asakura 3

summary . being around these weirdos make you feel something . something different from the rush of killing , different from the pounding in your chest after training .

wc . 1.4k

cw . a little bit sad if u squint rlly hard , and i don’t rlly know what else !

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as you stand before the Sakamoto family’s shop, you think you’re going to fall over and pass out on the spot. you came here because you need the money from mr. Sakamoto’s bounty. your lipstick is waiting for you— looking so pretty in the store’s glass window. she looks at you every day, basically begging to be taken home with you. she will be yours. you will wear that lipstick today after killing mr. Sakamoto and claiming the bounty. yes, you will! you will!!

however, when you finally step inside, the air conditioning lightly brushing over your face— you really can’t bring yourself to think of anything related to your job. your gaze drifts across the store, a quiet sigh escaping your lips. so much for the money, you guess.

you walk over to the aisle with makeup remover— you forgot to get some last time you were here. not that you would’ve had a chance to get it even if you did remember.

“here.” shin says, already holding out the item for you. flinching, you blink back at the man with slightly widened eyes. you glance down at the makeup remover; the exact one you were just thinking of. this guy’s good.

“thank you, shin.” you mutter, gently grabbing the item from him. you give the man a hesitant look, feeling uneasy from that weirdly kind smile on his face. he looks good— very good— but you’re not particularly used to such warmth. wasn’t this guy supposed to be like mr. sakamoto? an ex-assassin?

then again, it seems everyone here is oddly sweet.

you can’t remember the last time someone’s looked at you with eyes that sparkle like that.

in your little daydreams, you fail to notice the way shin’s becoming increasinginly more flustered. you’re looking at him so closely, and everything you’re thinking at the moment is a mix between sparkly hearts and thunderstorms. he can’t get a read on you— or maybe he’s just too distracted by you. more specifically, the way your lips are parting and your lashes flutter.

you’re both hauled out of your eye-contact when someone comes crashing into the shop, flass shattering everywhere. shin clicks his tongue— mr. sakamoto’s not gonna be happy.

you’re quick to pull out your pistol, aiming and shooting at the intruder. dead instantly.

“hey!” shin flounders, eyes wide. yeah, mr. sakamoto’s definitely not going to be happy! “you can’t just— how did you— i thought your—“

“i think you’re cuter when you’re not flailing around like a fish abour a bit of blood, y’know.” you deadpan, glancing back at shin. that’s a lie. you think he’s cute all the time. but you won’t tell him that.

too bad, he can read minds.

shin looks back at you, his cheeks flushed with that shade of pink you’ve become so familiar with, and you swear you could feel your heart beat just a little faster. not in the same way it beats after a kill, not in the same way it quickens during a date— but an entirely new pace that you really can’t control.

“uh—“

you’re cut off by a figure— the assassin that you thought you killed earlier— standing back up. you immediately shriek, arms wrapping around shin and clinging onto him like a lifeline as a yelp escapes his lips.

“what. the. fuck!!” you shout, shoving the blonde-haired man in front of you. ghosts are totally not your thing. i mean, haven’t you heard about thise stories of the souls of people you’ve killed coming back to haunt you?! no freakin’ way! this cannot be happening right now!!

“chill,” shin pleads, a hand reaching to grab yours. that has the opposite effect. you’re already scrambling away from shin, and that freak in front of the two of you as you clutch onto one of the shelves.

“(name)—“

“AHHHGGHH!! GET IT AWAAAYYY!!” you squeal, a shaky hand pointing back at the figure. did it just grow another head?! you think you’re about to pass out.

“uh.. Lu? Heisuke?” shin mutters skeptically, taking a step closer. your eyes widen; grasp tightening on the shelf. goodbye, cruel world. you can’t believe that shin’s going to surrender to that creature—

“HAHAHAH, SHIN, YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE!” Lu beams, slapping her knee as she giggles and laughs. Heisuke smiles brightly from beside her, and it’s only now that it starts to click with shin.

they wore a costume and pretended to be an assassin.

you crack an eye open hesitantly, and your jaw drops. that red-haired girl and the funny bird guy.. your cheeks suddenly feel quite warm.

“was that supposed to be a prank?” you mumble, almost shyly; shin thinks you look very cute. the way your eyes avert at Lu’s teasing, the way you huff at Heisuke’s little jab. you’re much more suited for a life with them.

even if you are better suited for a life with the Sakamoto family, you refuse to submit. so after an afternoon of kidding around and cleaning up the mess from earlier, you don’t really hesitate stepping outside.

next time you’ll get that bounty money, for sure.

“(name), wait.” shin says, jogging up behind you. he looks back at you, suddenly feeling slightly hesitant. “let me walk you home.”

you just stare back at him. you don’t know if you should feel offended or flattered at his offer. the guy knows that you’re a skilled assassin, yet he still tries to be a gentleman? you keep quiet for a few moments, silently thinking over how to respond.

“alright, sure. i’ve never been one to deny a pretty boy, anyways.” you draw out, lips quirking up into a smile. a smile that shin’s grown to like a lot. he’s not quite sure about these feelings, but after an embarrassing conversation with mrs. Sakamoto, he’s decided to see where these emotions leads him.

the sun begins to set, and you find yourself yawning softly; today’s been pretty eventful. you’re not even this tired after missions. man, having fun can be pretty exhausting sometimes.

“…you should quit being an assassin.”

“not happening.”

shin sighs; mumbling a soft “it was worth a shot” under his breath as he glances over to you. he pauses, stumbling just slightly.

you’re very beautiful under the glow of the sunset.

you stop, looking back at shin as he straightens up. your eyes meet, the breeze gently brushing through your hair. for a moment, you’d almost believe that time had stopped.

befote you cough softly, quickly turning straight ahead and starting to walk again. your heart’s beating so fast. so, so fast. this is so weird, so unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

the rest of the walk sort of passed by in a blur of emotions, eventually whisking you away and guiding you to the door to your apartment.

you look back at each other, the faint glow of the lamo above flickering slightly. by now, the sun has set and the moon has risen; leaving you feeling awfully vulnerable.

it’s something about the darkness, that just leaves you feeling so .. emotional. or maybe it’s the man standing infront of you, looking at you with those pretty eyes of his.

“thank you for walking me home.” you finally speak, your usual charisma vanishing. you’ve been able to charm many men into this very same apartment; but you can’t bring yourself to do the same with shin.

“uh, yeah.” he trails off, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck esther awkwardly. something’s telling him that he should stay. but he really can’t put his finger on it. think, shin! think! what did mrs. Sakamoto tell you…

‘just go with what feels right!’ her kind voice rings through his mind, like a gentle bell that’s ongoing. shin averts his gaze for a moment, before finally locking eyes with you.

and something, something that he really can’t tell what it is, pushes him to lean closer. his hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over the skin.

he’s never done this before, so he’s slightly unsure. but judging by the look on your face, the thoughts running through your mind, shin finds himself closing the gap between your lips.

it’s a soft, chaste kiss; but just enough to answer the questions you two have been agonising over.

shin blinks slightly as you pull away, a flustered expression on your face as you scramble to open your apartment door. and before he can open his mouth to speak, it’s already slammed shut in his face.

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iv) - pt 1 pt 2 p3

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : maybe the only way matt and y/n can stand being around each other is to fuck each other

warnings : weed, alcohol/drinking, smut (slightly rough but not very?? pretty filthy tho), profanity

mickey speaks : rlly hate how the smut turned out but maybe its jus me being a perfectionist + i changed a lot of shit ab UCLA (mostly grad dates) to fit into my narrative okay, i knowwww. only sorta proofread bc ive been busy, enjoy <3

THIS IS PART FOUR GO READ THE FIRST THREE PARTS DUHH

"FUCK!"

the turn of spring to summer in LA is typically the most eventful time of year. more parties are thrown than ever before in celebration of the season change, the boom of tourism begins, and of course school years are ending.

you celebrated your college graduation from UCLA only a week ago, with a large dinner at your favorite seafood restaurant and your friends all excitedly in attendance. matt was also there but you let it be known you invited him only so you wouldn’t feel bad (though he claims he wouldn’t have cared if you did or not).

you also shared an excruciating breakfast that same morning with your parents (both suffocating you with their traditional views that reminded you exactly why you moved hours away from them to attend school). you were cautious to wear items of clothing that would hide your tattoo and kept any conversations on the topic of your schooling rather than outside interests (not that they even care to ask) out of fear you may expose your routine of going out to party most weekends.

your brother was also at breakfast and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep a positive attitude for you. you immediately noticed his wet face when you gave him a full hug after your ceremony, which made you cry, mostly out of missing him and love.

"it's not that bad!" andrea looks at you in the mirror as she continues to give herself soft curls.

“how the fuck did i manage to make this one downturned and this one up,” you reply in frustration while you point to either wing of eyeliner on your grimaced face.

andrea giggles and aims the stick of the curling iron at makeup remover lying in the sink, “just get a q-tip and fix it, cariño.” (“honey”)

you move around her to grab a q-tip from a small jar in the medicine cabinet before following her instructions, getting extra close to the mirror.

remi barges in the bathroom dressed in a mini skirt and a detailed patterned top, “hi nick!” she exclaims to her phone screen, placing it down on the counter while untwisting her lipgloss.

you can see nick’s awkward face as he sits in the car (making his camera jump at any dip or bump in the road), “sooo…this better be erin’s bathroom ceiling im staring at.”

“and if i say it’s not?” remi giggles to herself before rubbing her lips together to spread the gloss further.

“i’d say what the fuck are you guys still doing at home?! y/n’s our mutual friend that even got us into this bitch and i’m not just walking into some sorority house acting like i know any of these fucking people.”

“and we didn’t go to college!” chris exclaims to add to the point.

“yeah, we didn’t go to fuckin’ college!” nicks adds before his face falters, “the fuck does that have to do with it?”

chris’ voice is low as he explains himself, “you know…like, obviously we aren’t gonna know shit about some delta kappa omega?”

nick comedically pauses and the three of you watch the screen to see him staring at chris with no facial expression, “…okay chris. anyway, get your asses over here ASAP. we need you.”

“okay, we don’t need them. you’re being dramatic just chill out,” matt huffs from the driver’s seat.

“hey, we’re leaving soon i promise, nick.” andrea assures and remi picks her phone off of the counter to show the girl.

"thanks, but we'll be fine. erin told me where to find her, let's not get ridiculous." matt continues dismissing the conversation he finds so unnecessary.

you hold yourself back from saying anything but you can’t help but wonder just how close erin has got to matt. and how she managed to hold any conversations without pissing him off (no way a little lap dance dismissed matt’s entire personality). she hasn’t been too explicit about anything happening between them, only cluing you all in through her frequent mentions of him.

chris’ loud voice beams, “yeah, you ladies take your time! nick gimme the phone-” chris’ smiley face takes up remi’s screen now that the phone has shifted, “you know, who the fuck are we to tell any of you to rush?!” he sees andrea in view (with a form fitting dress and warm toned makeup) and can’t help the rush of words that decide to spill from his mouth, “andreayoulookfineasshitbytheway- and i just think, uh,” he giggles at his poor recovery and at andrea shaking her head and biting the side of her mouth (her very andrea way of blushing). “um, yeah, fuck, what was i sayin’?” he turns to matt.

nick laughs from the backseat at chris’ comment (he thinks it’s generally embarrassing opposed to andrea who finds herself embarrassingly flattered by him).

“nothing important, say your goodbyes now, we just pulled up.” matt gives his short advice and takes the phone. “see you, bye,” he hangs up and chris punches his arm immediately.

“dudeee!” chris groans. matt doesn’t give any reaction besides handing nick his phone back without looking at him.

“we’ll see them in less than an hour, get your shit.” matt tilts his head out the door as he opens it and exits the car.

“he’s so annoying.” chris huffs and turns to nick as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“i don’t know him, he’s your fuckin’ brother.” nick shrugs and acts clueless. chris laughs into his seat and nick knows making chris laugh makes him feel way better than just shitting on matt would’ve.

matt opens his door again, “get your gigglin’ asses out here!”

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matt's suprised he's lasted this long at this party without a fucking drink.

he's seen just about every partygoer trope there is - drunk guys and "you need to sober up" girlfriends, overly excited drunks far too impressed by each new song that plays, the loner type who strictly speak within their circle even when wasted, et cetera - and has managed to lose everyone he knows in this crowd, leaving him alone with DD responsibilities in a sorority house bouncing with excitement in honor of their “graduating senior sisters.”

speaking of, he’s only spoken to erin once all night. he did see you with your friends briefly, early in the night before you were swooped away with nick to be introduced to some guy he just met.

so like all times matt is bitchless and bored, he decides to smoke. he reaches in his jacket pocket for the joint he rolled before the party, in case of emergency.

but just as he raises the lighter towards his mouth he's interrupted by an airy, high pitched voice, “um, excuse me!” matt looks over, “yeah, you. sorry, you can't have drugs in the house.” the blonde frowns.

“it’s weed…” matt clarifies, taking the joint from between his lips.

“uh huh! and that is prohibited, outside please,” she guides her hand, drink in tow, towards a sliding door behind her.

he's not gonna nitpick with some chick about the umbrella term of 'drugs' or debate whether the alcohol she's drinking lies under it, so he just nods his head “cool,” and removes himself from his spot against the wall to walk around her and out of the door.

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you slump against a nearby couch as you recover from a hour of dancing alongside your best friends. remi sits next to you and leans her head on your shoulder as you both look around at the room full of people (a shade of deep fuchsia covers the room from multiple LED lights around the large house).

when you feel your own blinks become slower you shrug your shoulder and look at remi's profile, "we should probably get up rem, or else we'll fall asleep. this couch is way too comfy." you sigh.

"mmm... yeah. kinda want another drink but," she turns to look behind you both, "the kitchen's all the way over there..."

"now i know you two aren't tapping out of my party already?!"

you both look over to see erin dressed in a small glittered party dress, making her shine as she walks closer. "erin, where the fuck have you been?!" you excitedly rise from the couch and give her a hug.

"it's actually so fucking hard to host a graduation party, especially with my sorority sisters- they've had me doing all these traditions and shit, i haven't had time to talk to like anyone!" she explains to both you and remi.

"well, at least you look good, bitch!" remi adds and holds erins hand to make her twirl in her dress.

"thank you," she blushes and looks down then back to you two, "have either of you seen the triplets?"

"i think nick's off with some dude and chris is 'teaching' drea how to play beer pong..." you trail off and look to remi, "have you seen matt at all...?"

"not recently, i don't think so?" she looks over to erin.

"oh okay, that's fine. just wanna make sure they're having funnn." she draws her words out as she plays with the ends of her hair and smiles. you and remi can both tell she something bothers her more than she's leading on.

"e, come with us to grab drinks," you hold both remi and erin's hands and guide them with you to the kitchen.

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matt hadn't realized how hard he was staring at you dancing until chris came up to him with wild eyes and a loud laugh, making him snap away from whatever trance he was in.

"you okay, matt? your brain's not buzzkillin' right?"

matt straightens himself to no longer lean on the wall, "no."

"you sure?"

"yes?"

"maybe you should say fuck DD and have a drink or two, might give you somethin' to smileee aboutttt!" chris laughs.

"don't be stupid, chris. 'm not driving drunk."

"obviously we'd get an uber, matt." he emphasizes with a 'duh' attitude. "i get funnier when drunk, not stupid."

"right," matt offers a light laugh.

he throws a hand over matt's shoulder as they both face the crowd of dancing people, "god damn andrea's fucking hot- swear she's been feelin' me all night," chris hypes himself up then brings his red solo cup towards his mouth.

matt's eyes shift from you to andrea, who's limbs move just as freely and smile is just as wide. "that's good, that's good," matt nods. "she's nice."

"she's everything, bro." chris shakes his head in awe, "but, uh, do you have any cash on you?" matt turns his head, eyes showing his annoyance. "i'll pay you back, you know that matt. just like $20 to get me in the poker game outside."

"chris-"

"please, matt," he begs.

matt lets a heavy sigh out through his nose as he rustles in his pocket for his wallet. "you're my favorite now," chris kisses matt's hand quickly before he's heading off with a crumpled twenty in hand.

matt's eyes follow him until he's fully gone, then he's turning to look for you again. only this time it's not a challenge at all, you're already on your way.

you pull at the bottom of your little black dress (which rode up some due to your eccentric dancing) as you approach. "hi, matttt," you sing. it's known to most of your friends that when you're drunk your emotions are ten times stronger, and right now you're feeling extra carefree.

matt can tell you've definitely had a few drinks, so he tries to keep the conversation civil. "hey," he cracks a smile.

"are you not having fun?" you ask. you've wondered ever since you recognized him across the room.

"sure, i'm having fun." he shrugs, keeping eye contact with you.

you notice his all black outfit and blue jean jacket, "we kinda match," you look down at yourself then towards him, "i had a jean jacket too...it's um, in a closet somewhere i think."

"then you must have great style," matt jokes.

"oh i think that was clear before i happened to match you," you joke making use of your hands while speaking.

"mhm, sure..."

"so, do you wanna dance with us?" you smile in question.

"absolutely not," matt laughs and brings a fist to his mouth.

your smile drops, "right, you watch us dance but laugh at the thought of participating...?" you move your eyes to each side, "'cause that makes sense, matthew."

"no, it's not like that. you go have fun, i'm just not one to make myself look stupid for fun." he shrugs.

"so we...look stupid?" you squint your eyes in amusement knowing matt is trying to be such a hard ass for no reason.

"you said it," he laughs.

now you're a bit annoyed. "so you go back to being a loser all alone right here in this corner, and i'll go back to this stupid party and enjoy myself."

"alright," he rolls his eyes, "go ahead and be dramatic about it."

"will do," you sigh and begin to walk over to your friends, presenting matt with the gift of your middle finger directed towards him behind your back.

and matt thinks he just might take chris' advice on having a drink or two.

౨ৎ

you hate that matt is still on your mind.

and it irritates the fuck out of you that you're now giddy seeing him for a third time tonight. but to give yourself the benefit of the doubt, you've gotten to the point where you're so buzzed you've become horny.

you came outside on the hunt for remi, who told you she was looking for erin, and ended up finding all three triplets at a makeshift poker table full of rowdy men.

and as some wise person must have said: when horny, find someone to fuck.

"y/n!! whatcha doin'?" nick notices you and gives you a wide grin offering you a chair near the table.

"hey, nick. 'm sorry i can't really stay i just, um, need to borrow matt."

matt. who isn't paying much attention to anything around him now that the four shots he took settled. with his phone in one hand and a beer resting in his other, he's bound to be startled when you come behind him and whisper in his ear, "heyyy, sorry to bother but can we talk?"

he blinks and looks behind him, "y/n?!"

"come," you motion with your fingers and begin to walk away as he rubs his fingers over his eyes and starts to stand up.

"yeah?" he asks getting closer to you.

you wordlessly bring him back into the heated house and navigate until you find a mostly empty hallway (all while he keeps annoying you by repeatedly asking what you want).

his back falls against the wall, "way to confuse the fuck outta me. what's good?" the hand you were once holding dives into his front pocket out of habit and the other continues to hold his beer.

"i just need you to take me home."

"y/n, i'm no longer driving myself home, let alone you," he shakes his head.

"right, i figured, smartass."

"glad those comprehension skills still work. grab your phone and order an uber, 'm sure you dont need my help."

"matt. i want you to come home with me." you sigh in defeat.

"oh shit." matt dead pans. "ohhh shit." his eyes widen before a a laugh breaks through his closed mouth, "sunshine...you're tryna' fuck?" he looks up at you from his spot against the wall.

you scramble a lie to make yourself look less pathetic, "you're a last resort trust me," you roll your eyes. this was way better in your drunken mind than reality.

"still made the list though!" matt jokes, "wow. who knew you were so romantic? bringing me all the way over here just to tell me you wanna fuck. and at your place? how sweet," he can't help but poke fun.

"fuck you," you say under your breath.

"well only because you asked so kindly!" he goes to wrap his arms around you before you push him back against the wall.

"are you done?"

"i guess." he shrugs.

"so will you or not," you try to keep your confidence and not allow matt's comments to embarrass you. "it's fine if not, just-"

"yeah," matt's smirk slowly grows. "meet me out front, i'll have to go lie to my brothers but i can be quick."

౨ৎ

"why am i shocked you're actually here?" you ask as you shut the car door and look over to matt, phone screen reflected on his face.

the car begins to speed out of the neighborhood as he turns off his phone and shoves it in his jacket pocket, "let's be serious for one second," he reaches over and pulls at the end of your dress, "you wear this and look like that and you think i'd say no? i'd be crazy. i mean, yeah, your fuckin' mouth can irritate me to pieces but-"

"actually just shut up, matt" you remove your head from leaning against the window and move across the middle seat to kiss him. you pull apart fairly quickly though, "how are you less mean yet extra annoying when drunk? i shoulda went with my last last resort." you shake your head.

matt grumbles before leaning to kiss you again.

౨ৎ

after a car ride full of teasing and rushed kisses, you both made it to your apartment complex.

you fumble with your purse as you search for your house keys, distracted by matt’s lips moving over your neck. you pinch your eyes shut in frustration, “mattt, give me a second,” you nudge your shoulder into him to get him off of you.

“let me see it,” he grumbles grabbing your purse and finding your keys with ease, moving his arms around you and unlocking the door.

“you make it look so easy,” you breathe and open the door with your body pressed against it.

matt lets go of you and follows you inside.

you lean a hand on the wall next to the door to quickly remove your heeled shoes and matt watches you with dopey eyes and glossy, excessively bitten lips before deciding to take his shoes off as well.

you walk closer to him once he’s done, your dress riding up your legs and barely covering your ass at this point. you look up to him and softly ask, “do you need anything to drink?”

he brings his right hand up to hold your face and moves close to your lips, “you know i don’t want a fucking drink.”

“you don’t?" your pout is genuine even though you're teasing him. he knows you're sweet enough to really get him a drink if he desired. he draws his thumb across your slumped lip before you speak again, "well…what do you want, matt?” you move your hands to the waist of his jeans, tracing the outer seam.

he pinches his eyes shut and moves his head to lean on your shoulder, he’s not gonna be the one to say he wants to fuck you. you want to fuck him, that's why he's here. so he’s definitely not begging you to touch him.

“hmm…?” you hum as your hands go to either side of his face, bringing him back to look at you. he looks into your eyes as he drops his hand from your jaw. you notice the pink splotches that still linger on his face, recovering from the heat of the party atmosphere and now the heat of this moment.

matt looks down at your lips, “you know what i want, and you want it too.” his hands travel down and push the front of your mini dress up as he feels over your underwear.

you mouth hangs open and you move your hips against him softly. begging him with your actions rather than your words. and those tend to speak the loudest.

"so what do you want, y/n?" he asks quietly without breaking eye contact.

"matt-" you breathe, wanting him to do anything more than a juvenile rub over your underwear.

he licks and sucks your neck as your hands capture his hair. “where do you want me?” he sounds out of breath when he asks so close to your ear. he finally moves his fingers past the waistband of your panties to nudge your clit as he taunts, “hmm…? you want me right here?”

you whine, “we can’t right here."

"why not?" he breathes against you, annoyed.

"i can't have you fuck me in the foyer i share with my best friend,” you just know andrea would be pissed if either of your body’s fluids made it onto the freshly vacuumed carpet.

he retracts his hand, “then why are we just standing around? show me to your room,” his voice is rough.

“why don’t you try to guess which is my room is mine?” you smile with your faces far too close together.

“why don’t you be a good host and give me a tour?” he retorts.

“that’s not fun,” you push.

he growls and lifts you up, walking past the living room and into a hallway that splits in two (all while you incessantly kiss his jaw and upper neck). he huffs at his ridiculous situation and reaches for the first door he sees. a toilet sits at the end of the room and a cluttered counter to the left.

“bathroom,” you mutter with a giggle.

matt responds with a snipped tone, “mhm yeah i’ve seen one before.”

his grip on your waist grows harsher as he opens and closes a multitude of doors with you commentating over.

he finally makes it to your room with you mocking him in a cheer of celebration as you climb off of him and turn on the dim light near your bedside.

matt would normally take in the room around him but his headspace is far too sexually frustrated to give a shit about how you decorate your room.

he opts to stand near the door and eye you from afar, wanting nothing more than to pounce on you.

you notice this (as well as the fact that matt hasn’t listened to a word you’ve said about minding the mess of clothes piled in the corner from your struggle to pick an outfit earlier) and slowly walk back towards him. the soft yellow light blurs behind you and highlights the edges of your figure in a mouthwateringly pretty way that makes matt antsy.

when you’re close enough matt somehow pulls you closer. his nose nudges against yours messily before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. your hands feel for the end of his shirt and move underneath it to touch his warm lower stomach. you can feel how his body expands and curls as he breathes through your unwavering kiss.

despite wanting to keep the tension high, you break apart from matt to tease a bit, “can i touch you?” his face is scrunched absentmindedly from his desire and his lower lip finds its place tucked behind his front teeth when he rushes a nod to you in encouragement.

you push him away from you softly, “take your jacket off.” you move to your bed and after the sound of a jacket hitting the floor, you find him right on your feet, chasing your kiss and heat.

he leans over you and immediately finds your lips once more. now that he’s on top of you he finds himself wanting to get you to say how bad you want him.

his hands meet your thighs and move your dress as they run up to your rib cage before moving back down to squeeze your thighs.

matt’s surprised when you’re the one to involve your tongue in the mix, making the kiss sloppy yet intimate. your hand then crawls into his hair to keep him close.

but he doesn’t let you hold him for long, taking your hand from his hair and laying it against the bed, raising himself above you. “what do you want sweetheart?” he lowers his other hand towards your stomach, grazing your tattooed hip gently before feeling your underwear.

“you,” you respond in defeat and desperation.

“oh? and you want me to…?”

“matt. touch me,” you take your free hand and guide his own under the waistband of your underwear.

“but i thought you wanted to touch me? now you’re just bein’ selfish.” he keeps his hand close to your pussy, running his index finger across your lips kindly.

you look at him with droopy eyes, “please."

so matt lets you be selfish. he selfishly wants to taste you after all. he lowers himself to your face and captures your bottom lip once more, sucking then biting down slightly before moving his face further down your body slowly. your dress maintains its rippled shape in a bunch right where your tits lie.

he makes his way to your tattooed lower hip, still a little impressed with his execution of the cartoon (as it's not his typical style) and showing this with a kiss, then a light lick (making you shudder the tiniest bit). as he furthers, he finds the space on the bed is not enough, opting for the plush, carpeted floor.

matt sits on the back of his calves to watch how your body reacts when he pulls your panties down, only he misses the satisfied smile curling onto your face when you move your head to the the side.

he shifts your pliable legs to give him a better view of your heat's entirety, spreading your folds gently as he gathers spit in his mouth and spills it onto your clit. his eyes flicker from your face (choking on a moan) to the bead of saliva mixing with your natural slick that has him on edge. “that feel good?” he asks and moves his fingers up and down your pussy slowly, bumping your clit but not lingering long enough.

“yes...so good, matt,” you encourage in a broken whimper.

he hums, placing his mouth over your clit and sucking hard. you moan out lowly and you can't help but close your legs around matt's head. he normally would lay them flat again and tease you but he finds the pressure and dizziness turns him on so much more. his hands rest at your hips, moving up and down and your legs cradle his head as he works his mouth and tongue on you.

"mm fuck," you reach above your head to grip the soft colored comforter in your manicured hands. matt never falters, his licks only become needier when he adds two of his fingers to curl inside of you.

he continues his restless actions until the moment right before you have registered you were about to cum. then, he's immediately removing himself and standing up, wiping his face with one hand as the other hurries to unbuckle his chunky black belt.

you grumble and fix yourself to sit up and look at him, now discarding the belt into his own growing pile of clothes on your floor. he begins to unbutton his pants when he hears you whine and pull at his ego to get him to come back. “how fucking typical. should’ve known i'd barely get one orgasm, let alone two out if this.”

matt immediately stops unzipping his jeans and comes closer to stand above you, his face clearly annoyed. he gives your pussy a light slap, making you whimper. “keep talking shit, brat.” he grits through his teeth and slaps it again making a filthily wet sound that has you moaning.

he doesn't stop at that; he begins to harshly rub your clit back and forth without mercy, keeping eye contact as his face hovers your own, before moving his fingers inside of you while his thumb continues to work your clit. continuous loud moans crowd your room before you eventually meet your high with rolled eyes and shaking legs.

matt quickly pulls his fingers out and wipes them against your thigh leaving it sticky and shiny like golden honey. finally able to unzip and remove his jeans and boxers, allowing his needy cock to be free from the tightness. you move to the edge of your bed when you hear the small clap against his stomach, eager to find matt as ready for you as you are for him.

he watches from above as you admire his length while your fingers ghost over his sensitive dick. you then bring your mouth closer, dribbling spit over his tip and wrapping a fist around him. you look up into his hooded eyes for approval then take him in your mouth and jerk the rest of him with your hand.

he groans and bites his pink and undoubtedly swollen bottom lip as you suck and hollow your cheeks around him, even taking him all the way at some points. and though this feels fucking amazing, he wants nothing more than to be inside of you right now.

he holds the base of your neck then squeezes lightly to get you to pull away, spit erotically traveling with your lips. “can i fuck you now?” his voice is perfectly hushed yet demanding in tone.

you nod and matt wipes your lips, “good, take that dress off.” he removes his own shirt and reaches for a spare condom he’d put in his pocket before leaving the house (for no particular reason). he turns back to you, with your breasts now on display for him, ripping the package with his teeth.

you motion for him to give it to you and he complies. somehow even when you’re literally putting a condom over his dick, you’re a sweetheart about it: kissing it once he’s fully covered and turning yourself over onto all fours without him having to ask. because you understand yourself and have the confidence to choose the position you’d like to be fucked in. and matt would be lying if he said that isn't so fucking attractive.

he smirks as he adjusts himself on the bed, feeling out every inch of your full ass before moving his hands to squeeze your waist. you lay your head against the plush comforter, arching yourself further in anticipation. “matt,” you blubber out a whine.

he takes the base of his cock and guides it through your folds, “mhm…i know.” he sees your face twist in amusement, “oh, you like that, huh?”

you lick your lips and nod your head before matt finally pushes himself fully inside of you. his hips start in slow, rhythmic patterns before becoming uncontrolled and incomplete- and the same goes for your moans.

matt's almost hypnotized by the way your ass moves in reaction to his thrusts (slowing himself down just to watch in detail and only speeding up when you start to get really antsy over it).

as you both get sloppier and chase your highs, matt decides to flip you over and tuck your legs into your chest for a different angle. there's something especially needy in the way he rubs at your clit and makes a mess of your tits with his mouth that drives you insane with pleasure.

"my- shit!" you moan harshly under matt.

"hold it," he huffs.

"can't," you whimper, "just-"

"shhh," matt captures your lips as he quickens his pace, feeling his own climax approaching. after a few moments you're breaking the kiss to roll your head away, exposing your neck as you uncontrollably cum around matt.

"fuck," he moans, stilling his movements to maximize his release.

he takes a moment to breathe before removing himself from you, immediately fucking his fingers into you while rubbing your weak clit (just to be annoying) until you push him away and tell him to fuck off.

he lets out a chuckle as he removes the condom and discards it appropriately. when he comes back over to you you're on your side with your own arm wrapped around your waist in comfort.

matt sits next to you, "that good for you?"

you just nod and bite back a smile.

matt hums in pride, running a hand over your exposed ass before leaning down to kiss and suck a dark hickey into the skin.

"c'mere," you tug his hand.

he complies and you turn to open your legs for him once more, grinding a bit once the two of you begin to kiss again.

you reach between the two of you, taking matt's half-hard dick in your hand and stroking. as you pick up your pace he whines and begins to thrust into your hand in need.

until you hear your front door open. to which you push matt off of you and on to the floor, hearing him groan as you snap at him to get in your closet.

you crawl under your comforter while matt hurries to gather his things from your floor and get into your closet.

you hear andrea stumble a little making her way through the house and you catch your breath just as she knocks on your door and cracks it to check if you're sleeping.

"y/n, you awake?" she slurs a whisper.

"yes. hi drea, how'd you get home?"

she opens the door a little further but continues to lean on the door frame, "how did you get home? was lookin' all over like 'where's my girl?' everyone was usless though," she sighs.

"sorry, i took an uber," you giggle, "i got sleepy, i guess."

"mhm...you and me both." she yawns expectedly.

"you should get some sleep, we can talk in the morning, okay?" you smile from your bed.

andrea nods, "'kay, love you." she leaves with a sleepy smile.

"love you," you reply as she shuts the door again.

you let out a relieved breath, glad she hadn't suggested a sleepover like you'd both normally do when drunk.

matt walks out of your closet, almost fully clothed, buckling his belt again, "gave me fucking rug burn, thanks."

you move a hand over your face, "sorry- i just don't need anyone seeing you here."

"'s fine," he shrugs and takes a seat on your bed, "how long is it gonna take her to sleep so i can leave?"

"less than five minutes," you pick at one of your acrylic nails, seeing matt place his jacket on your bed makes you almost laugh to yourself, "shit, i left my jacket at erin's."

matt grins to himself and adds, "shit, i left my car at erin's," with a shake of his head.

you both laugh softly before it fizzles.

matt's back is towards you as he opens his phone to order another uber home. and now the silence brings you back into reality and suddenly you're feeling sick to your stomach about erin.

it takes you a little but you eventually mumble towards his back, "matt you didn’t fuck erin, right?"

"no," his voice sounds distracted and like he wouldn't care even if he did.

you focus on a loose thread in your comforter that you pick at, "...kay. not that it matters 'cause this was only for tonight. but i know i would probably die from guilt knowing i fucked with you after she did."

he turns to see you genuinely out of it and seeming to shelter yourself under your blanket. he leans towards you and rubs your arm softly before whispering, "don't make it a big fucking deal, nothing's different." his stare actually makes you feel far worse but you nod as if you agree anyway.

he stands up and puts his jacket on, “you sleep well okay, sunny?”

"shut the fuck up, you don't care about how i sleep," you whisper.

he breathes a laugh and reaches for your door.

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[eladandan]

Jungwon as your boyfriend 

pairing Jungwon x reader! genre fluff warnings not proofread word count 0.7k

Jungwon lives by stealing your clothes. He loves that they have your smell, and he usually wears them whenever you are away from him. For him, it is like taking a piece of you in him. 

This man somehow knows everything about you, including your needs and wants. For example, whenever you go out, Jungwon knows he needs to bring a bottle of water and snacks because you get hungry or thirsty. He also probably knows you better than you do. You would go to a restaurant thinking of ordering something, and he would go and say something like: 

“ I know you won’t like it, I just know, TRUST ME”. 

You would not trust what he said at first, so you would order the dish. Jungwon knew he was right because of the funny face you made after taking the first bite. 

Jungwon has your go-to beverage memorized like the back of his hand.

He knows when you are running out of your favorite candies before you even notice, so he would go and buy them before you are left without candies.

Communication is KEY to him.

He will call you day and night just to see how you are and to catch up, even if you just saw each other an hour ago.

He will also text you the most random thing ever just so that he can talk to you. He will also spam you with random selfies throughout the day.

Jungwon would also answer you within 5 minutes after you sent a message. It does not matter if it is 3 am. He would somehow be awake. 

Something that he hates is arguing, so he always makes sure to express how he feels without hurting your feelings. He would also appreciate it whenever you give him feedback to improve both himself and the relationship. All this together makes arguments vague in your relationship + in the rare situation of a fight, he would not let you guys sleep if you are both angry at each other.

He has the most embarrassing picture of you as his wallpaper, and he would have a Polaroid of the two of you on his phone case. You would ask him MULTIPLE times to change his wallpaper, but he would decline each time simply because he does not think you look bad, he thinks you look so adorable + he likes to annoy you with that picture.

He is both into outdoor and indoor dates. He loves to cuddle with you and eat good food as much as he likes going out and spending time with you. 

Talking about dates… Jungwon is the most creative partner ever. He would take you to go and do some pottery, take dance lessons (ofc he would be your teacher), go to a dog café, etc. He would take you to the most unexpected places sometimes.

Jungwon is someone who does not come into play when it comes to your relationship.

He dates to marry and makes sure he dedicates enough time to you.

He probably has a calendar with days marked as “Y/N’S DAY!!!”. He just loves to make you feel loved and seen. He also probably has a dedicated part of the day for you because he always says he has to take a daily dose of you. Otherwise, he will die of a broken heart. 

Jungwon is not a fan of pet names. He would call you rat face or something really stupid, and he would probably have your number saved as “my little dumb dumb <3”. 

He loves taking care of you. If you arrive home late and tired, he prepares a hot bath for you to relax as well as hot tea, and if you cannot even remove your makeup, he cleans your face with makeup remover wipes. Also, if you had a busy week, he would book and pay for a spa appointment, even if you did not ask for one. 

He is playful and goofy as well. While walking, he will try to make you fall by sticking his foot between your legs. He also likes to make you trip by making your knees bend, and just after, he will run away so you don’t take revenge by pocking his dimple.

Dating Jungwon is like dating your best friend because he would be your best friend!

Author's note: Heyyyy guys!! I know I have been missing for like a year or something 😭 but this year was HARD. I promise I read all of your requests and I will try to write them as soon as possible. By the way, this was requested by two anonymous readers, and with that said I hope y’all enjoy this post <333. Take care my loves and do not forget to eat your meals and stay hydrated! Feel free to dm me for any request and comment, like, or repost if you enjoyed it!

-Love Ela

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 4 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: thank u guys for waiting and having patience! enjoy reading <3

W/C: 4.092

part three

"I'm craving a late-night dessert."

I lazily text Luis, shifting on my hotel room bed in Girona. The minimalist interior helping my mind rest after the very hectic and stressful day.

The match against Girona FC was a blazing success with a 3-0 win for us, and what better way to celebrate than having good food?

My eyes widen slightly at the message popping up on the screen, reading Luis' response quickly.

"Meet me at the restaurant in twenty."

I immediately plant my feet down on the floor, sliding the hotel slippers on. Hurriedly having to put on something appropriate since my pyj wouldn't cut it. Rummaging through my small suitcase, I grab my just-in-case slip dress. I would always pack a dress for situations exactly like these. Thankfully, it hadn't wrinkled that much, still looking acceptable enough to be worn out.

I pull the dress over my frame, checking it out in the mirror. Fixing my appearance a bit, for once glad I was too lazy to remove my makeup.

I grab my phone and keycard, walking out of my hotel room. My sandals clicking against the marble floor and echoing throughout the spacious hallway.

I press the elevator button, scrolling through my phone as I wait for the elevator to travel up to my floor. The doors open a moment later with a small noise. I raise my head, ready to step forward, watching the doors slide open patiently, but freeze when I see Vinicius and Jude stand in the elevator.

Both men are dressed up to some extent. Vini just wearing a white T-shirt, while Jude is dressed in a gray cardigan.

It wasn't even that cold..

"Hi?" I greet, trying to keep my facial expression neutral, stepping inside reluctantly. My eyes darting over to the panel of buttons.

"Hey, where are you going?" Vini asks, and at that moment I see the restaurant button already lit up.

"The restaurant- like you guys?"

"Celebrating tonight's win, some others are joining us as well."

"Really? No curfew tonight?"

"We got an exception." He winks, making me chuckle.

"Oh, that's nice!" I comment, leaning against the elevator wall. The conversation quieting down and becoming slightly more awkward. Jude's annoying and negative energy pissing me off a bit.

"You're going alone?" I hear a moment later, my eyes darting back to Vini.

"No, I'm meeting Luis there. He's on a different floor."

The elevator suddenly stops at a different level, the doors sliding open to reveal a family of four. A mother and father, guiding their very tired-looking children into the small space.

I exchange a smile with the mom, stepping aside to make room for them. Cringing when my hand makes accidental contact with Jude's leg. I immediately fold my arms up in disgust, trying to shuffle a couple centimeters away from him.

An awkward silence surrounds us again, the minute or two it takes for the elevator to arrive feeling like hours at this point.

We finally arrive at our floor after the family gets off to their level. The restaurant has beautiful outside seating. Pretty green trees and plants decorating the area nicely. I can hear Vini and Jude walking right behind me as I walk closer towards the seating area.

My eyes catch Luis sitting with some players. Watching carefully, I realize they had already combined multiple tables. Making it a table for ten.

So, now I have to sit with all of these men, as the only woman?

I enjoyed the company of all of these men except one, but still- I just wanted my little dessert and go to bed.

I notice only three chairs being available, all across from Luis.

"Hi guys." I greet, looking at them. I slide my chair back to sit right across from Luis, both of us sitting at the end of our table. The other players greeting and welcoming us nicely.

I adjust my dress as I sit down, hearing the scrape of the chair next to me. I look up, staring right at Jude's side profile.

I bite back a sigh and look away, my eyes skimming the table.

"Is everyone going to enjoy their orange juice?" I joke, knowing they weren't allowed to drink tonight, nor was it encouraged.

I hear a couple grumbles and laugh, looking over at Luis.

"What are you getting?" I ask as he hands me the menu. I flip all the way to the back, finding the dessert category.

"Crema catalana, and I'm still thinking about my drink."

I hum, continuing to mentally debate on what I should get, eyes roaming over all of the delicious-sounding desserts.

After much overthinking, I decide to order a classic cheesecake, along with a virgin mojito. I look around to find a waiter, one finally catching my eye. I raise my hand to call him over, allowing the others to order first, fidgeting with my necklace while I wait for my turn.

I look up at the waiter when he starts speaking in English, realizing Jude is ordering and it’s my turn next.

"What would the beautiful lady like?" He says, not switching back to Spanish for some reason. I give him an awkward smile, quickly giving my order.

The waiter isn't necessarily bad-looking or anything, he's alright, just visibly not my age.

Way older for sure.

He repeats my order to me, and I try to listen intently, noticing his eyes flicker to my chest. I nod in confirmation when he's done, reluctantly handing him the menu when his ogling of my chest intensifies. I don’t miss the creepy spine chilling smirk he gives me, but I give him a blank face, not entertaining his bullshit.

I exhale when he finally leaves, shifting in my chair. Trying to calm my annoyance.

"You okay?" Luis asks, glancing at me concerned. His shoe making contact with mine.

"I'm okay. I'll go to the restroom for a moment." I whisper, grabbing my phone off the table and getting up.

I walk into the restroom. The beige and dark gray decorated space looking gorgeous, especially with the nice lighting.

I get to the sink and wash my hands to refresh myself. Deciding to take a couple pictures. I had noticed that I barely had good pictures of myself on these short trips. I definitely had to remember to capture these moments more often.

After spending a good five minutes snapping tens, or maybe even hundreds, of pictures, I realize I had to head back to our table.

I mentally prepare myself, trying to suppress the feeling of wanting to punch the waiter square in the jaw.

Can a woman wear a pretty dress and not be made uncomfortable by a man for once?

The guys I was with did not say one thing or did not look at me in a weird way at all. So, why did the stupid waiter have to ruin my mood?

I take a deep breath, open the restroom door, and walk back to our table. Conversations and jokes being made in full motion put me in a better mood, and I get an idea.

"Guys, let me take a picture of you all." I suggest, seeing some of them look up. Voices of agreement being spoken.

"Whose phone should I use?" I ask, going to stand at the head of the table. Jude handing his phone to me. Realizing he must've understood my question.

I decide to not say anything and just take the phone, snapping some very nice, memorable photos.

"Take a selfie! You need to be in it as well." I hear Brahim urge, his arm wrapped around Antonio's.

I nod, flipping to the front camera, positioning the phone so everyone can be seen properly, and take a few more pictures. Finishing up, I hand the phone back to Jude, going to sit down again.

After indulging in numerous conversations, our orders finally arrive, brought by the same waiter as before. I'm aware he can't bring all orders at once, so I wait patiently, watching him hand out a couple orders at a time.

As expected, my order comes last. The waiter places my cheesecake in front of me, my eyes follow the delicious, creamy dessert-

SPLASH!

I feel ice cubes and cold liquid spill all over me.

There is no fucking way this just happened to me...

This had to be on purpose, because there is no way.

My eyes and mouth go as wide as dishes. I look down at my wet dress, drenched in my mojito. Broken shards of glass now on the floor, next to my feet.

The entire table goes quiet, and I suddenly want to be buried alive.

Is this real life right now?

I look up at the waiter, watching him scramble for the handkerchief in his back pocket. I'm still frozen, in shock as his hand inches closer to me. To my horror, he starts dabbing and rubbing the damn cloth on my drenched chest.

Absolutely not, this couldn't be real...

I snap out of it, realizing this man was touching my body, and open my mouth to curse him out until a hand grips at the waiter's wrist. I can practically see it turn white until it's pushed away from my proximity with a scary strength.

"Don't touch her."

I hear an unusually deep, calm voice say and immediately know who it belongs to.

I don't even dare to look his way, whether it's because I'm so fucking embarrassed or- no I was absolutely horrified.

I watch the waiter clutch his wrist, trying to look as unbothered by the pain as possible, as he starts spewing millions of apologies to an enraged Jude.

"Don't apologize to me! You touched her!" He says loudly, gesturing to me. Frustration painted all over his face.

Oh shit

No way, he just defended me

I finally gather the courage to look at him, forgetting all of my words completely as I watch the situation unfold. Along with Jude, the entire table erupts in voices of disagreement. All of them practically ganging up on the waiter.

The waiter’s expression falters again as a string of more apologies leave his mouth. I can't help but just stare at him, unable to say or do anything.

"Can we see the manager?" I hear Antonio say, beginning to usher the waiter away.

The waiter finally leaves to collect the manager, and I look down at my body, uncomfortably starting to wipe away at the sticky residue of the sweet beverage left on my skin.

Talk about a mess.

Luis stands up from his chair, coming to help me as I can hear soft murmurs coming from the rest of the table. Hearing curse words in multiple languages mumbled underneath their breath.

I do hear a couple reassuring words, female staff members coming to help me out. After a couple of minutes of trying to clean myself off in the restroom, I finally walk back. Feeling much better and cleaner, though still in shock.

A damn late-night snack suddenly turned into whatever this mess was...

When I sit down, I notice three empty chairs, realizing both Jude, Brahim, and Antonio are gone. I look at Luis, shooting him a questioning look.

"They went to the manager, to you know what.."

I didn't know what 'you know what' meant, but I imagine it wouldn't be good for the creepy waiter.

It doesn't take long before they return to their seats, along with a nicely dressed older man. He makes instant eye contact with me, introducing himself as the manager before apologizing for the incident and offering for the table’s bill to be dropped.

That was the least of my worries. I was sitting at a table full of men earning millions every year, the bill wasn't an issue.

"I understand mistakes happen, your staff should be more careful next time." I begin, using elaborate hand gestures as I speak to him, trying to convey my frustration.

At this point, I had given up on my anger, just wanting it to be over with so I could finish my dessert and go back to my room.

"I'm just glad it wasn't anything hot, but really, I urge you get your staff in check. Doesn't really do well with the image of your establishment..." I state, throwing my hands up and raise a brow.

"Again, I apologize on behalf of our staff and establishment. Is there any way we could make it up to you? We already have your drink replacement on the way."

I open my mouth to speak, though I get distracted by a murmur coming from my right.

"Just fire the fuckin' creep, mate.."

I keep my facial expression neutral, pretending I didn't hear it, and continue speaking with the manager.

"No, truly, just a replacement for the drink is alright.." I wave my hand in rejection.

A couple minutes later, a waitress comes up to our table, handing me another drink. I thank her quickly, informing her of my appreciation.

We all return to our fun conversations after I reassure everyone that I'm a hundred percent alright. The mood picks up quite fast when the guys started talking about something funny that had happened in the changing room today.

I finally finish my well-deserved dessert, sipping on the last bits of my drink as I continue to listen to the guys.

I suddenly feel a gust of wind passing me, making me shiver a bit. The weather had definitely gotten way colder as it became later in the night.

I hear a scoff next to me at my reaction, and look in the direction of the noise. I raise my brows, puzzled, as Jude starts shrugging his cardigan off. The rest of the table still distracted by a story being told by Vini.

I freeze at his sudden movement, seeing him inch the cardigan over my back. His arms surround me as I watch him drape the cardigan onto my shoulders. His body very close to mine. His hands go up to close the cardigan, buttoning up the first two buttons.

My eyes travel from his hands to his face, not uttering a single word to him. Eyes widening when he leans to whisper in my ear.

"You're insufferable." He whispers to me, pulling back and looking away, his attention going back to Vinicius.

I smirk at the comment, somehow being glad he was being snarky. I adjust the cardigan a bit, looking at the back of his head.

"That's all you." I murmur quietly.

"Shut up." He mutters, finishing his drink, not glancing at me any further.

I stifle back a chuckle, returning my attention to the banter as well.

I felt insanely grateful for the normalcy for a moment, which with Jude was rare- if not never happened.

"What the fuck is this man even talking about?"

I groan, fighting the urge to bash my head against my keyboard. I was fifteen minutes into my lecture, not understanding a single word my professor had said. I was really impatient, and two times speed wasn't helping either.

I had finally sent in my stress-inducing essay. Now having to catch up on two 45-minute lectures. I found the plane ride to be a very good place to catch up, since it was almost three hours long from Girona back to Madrid. Though, I had forgotten to consider that I was running on minimal hours of sleep after last night’s turn of events.

"What are you whining about now? I'm trying to sleep here." I hear Luis mumble, turning my head to watch him pull his blanket down to reveal his face.

"Sorry, it's just this lecture I need to catch up on." I mumble, returning my attention back to my laptop screen and restarting the lecture. I adjust my grip on my pen and begin taking notes. Hoping I could understand my professor the second time around.

I hear some commotion and laughter in the back of the plane. Not wanting to get distracted, I raise the volume of my lecture, trying to focus completely.

My efforts are finally rewarded when I understand most of the information this time, sighing in relief as the first lecture ends.

"I am a genius." I mutter to myself. My ego was completely boosted now, and no one could tell me otherwise.

Or so I thought…

I instantly hear a loud laugh and look up, confused. I take out my earbuds and look to my right, Jude standing next to me.

Yeah, forget whatever happened yesterday, normal Jude had returned.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have a restroom in the back of the plane?" I ask, fake-smiling at him.

"It's occupied, so I went to this one here." He states, arms crossed against his chest.

"Why are you bothering me then?"

"I heard the most outrageous words leave your mouth, couldn't help myself."

"Can you just let me listen to my lecture now if you're done?"

"What lecture?"

"Law lecture.."

"You study law?" He asks, bewildered. His hand inching closer as he snatches my precious notebook from my table and starts inspecting it.

"I do." I reply, scowling and reaching to get my notebook back.

"Because of your dad?"

"Maybe..." I respond, confused by the number of questions he's asking.

"Think you'd put me in jail rather than saving me from it."

"Well, fuck around and find out." I retort, getting even more annoyed. Our conversation gets interrupted by Eduardo before it gets too heated.

"What are you guys fighting about?" He asks, looking at us, way too amused for my liking.

"Her lecture." He says, pointing at my screen.

"Do you know she studies law?"

I watch Eduardo nod, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder.

"She’s our club’s future lawyer." He jokes, winking at me and patting my shoulder as I crack a smile at his words.

I hear Jude scoff, mumbling an annoyed 'whatever' as he goes to sit back in his seat.

"Is he okay?" I ask, wondering why he looked so pissed.

"He's fine. Just in a bad mood, I think." He replies, telling me he'll go back to his seat.

I nod, giving him a small wave before starting my second lecture.

"Right, but I don't think this could work. We have had great engagement since the beginning of the season, switching up our posting schedule would not have a positive impact- in my opinion."

We'd been in our monthly meeting with the marketing and PR team, and it was practically sucking the life out of me. Especially, with Valeria's stupid idea. I had no choice but to say something about it, because no one else looked like they dared to.

"Then- let's take the democratic approach. Who's in favor of changing the schedule?" Hugo suggests, looking around the room.

My eyes dart around the room, seeing some of Valeria's minions raise their hands. Thankfully, they aren't the majority.

"Okay, well, that tells us enough. Sorry, Valeria." Hugo chirps up, resting his forearms on the table.

I watch her face crumple up into a fake smile, and her gaze averts to me.

"Well, if that's what everyone thinks, It's fine."

"Then that concludes the meeting. Let's keep this up until the end of the year!"

I hold back a sigh of relief, glancing at Lina and Luis as they give me the exact same bored look.

"Come on." I urge, grabbing my laptop and folders. The three of us walking out of the meeting room and back to our desks.

"What are you guys going to do tonight?" I ask, grabbing a piece of gum from my desk and throwing the pack at Luis.

"Thanks! I think I'll just go to bed early. My sleeping schedule is messed up." He says, handing the pack to Lina.

"I'm celebrating my boyfriend's birthday. Fancy dinner, all of that stuff." She says, finally handing the pack to me, prompting me to put it away in my drawer.

"Really? How nice!” I comment, turning to Luis.

“Where’s your bird, old man-”

I begin, but I am rudely stopped by Luis' hand clamping over my mouth.

"We don’t talk about that." He says, his palm still on my face. I grab his wrist to take his hand off me, scoffing.

"I don't have any siblings, so you should step up and make me the bougie aunt-"

His hand clamps over my mouth again, making me sigh against it. Hearing Lina laugh at our antics.

"Don't say anything else."

I shake my head in response, grabbing his wrist again. "I won't." I mutter, having difficulty hiding the smile on my face due to how annoyed he looks.

"I have to leave, only way I can get ready on time." I hear Lina say, watching her collect her handbag.

"I'll leave with you- are you staying longer?" Luis asks, glancing at me, also beginning to pack his items.

"Yeah, I have something to do." I say, my eyes darting to the gray cardigan that is draped over the back of my chair.

They both leave the office minutes later, leaving me to tidy up my desk. I pack up my bag and don't forget to grab the cardigan as I make my way down.

I glance around when I walk down the flight of stairs, trying to find someone who would know Jude’s whereabouts. Finally, may I catch Brahim walking out of the restroom.

"Have you seen Jude?" I ask, walking up to him. My heavy bag resting on my shoulder as the cardigan is draped over my arm.

"He's in break-room three. Why are you asking?" He asks, raising a questioning brow at me and reaching up to fix his hair.

"I have to give him something."

I notice a slight change in his expression at my words, a small smile forming on his lips.

"What's with that look?" I ask, raising my own brow.

"Nothing, you should go. Don't want to miss him, do you?" He replies, his eyes going down to the cardigan in my hand.

I stare at him for a second, puzzled by his reply, but decide to ignore it.

"See you tomorrow, then." I say, waving to him as I walk up to the break room.

I reach over to the door handle, but retract my hand as the door is already opened by a familiar man, a huge suitcase behind him.

Wasn't this that one famous Instagram barber?

"Oh, sorry, is Jude in here?"

The man immediately steps aside, revealing Jude, sitting there in the chair, his hair definitely freshly cut.

The man leaves without speaking a word, leaving me standing there in the doorway.

"Didn't you already get your hair cut last week?" I ask, my voice loud, as I walk into the room instead of standing in the doorway.

I watch him stand up from his chair, his phone in his hand. It looked like I interrupted his photo shoot.

"I need to look good, obviously." He mutters, finally looking at me. His face crumpling with irritation.

"For what? The girls that run away when they find out how annoying you are?" I say, looking displeased.

Jude rolls his eyes, huffing, before looking away.

"Why are you even here?" He breathes out, voice thick with an unwelcoming tone.

"Oh- here." I mutter, remembering why I was there. I extend the cardigan to him, seeing his eyes soften for a moment.

"I washed it as well. Checked the label and everything." I add, my tone relaxed.

"Thank you." He finally says, folding the cardigan and throwing it over his shoulder.

A thank you? That was new.

We both stare at each other for a while, not knowing what to say next to one another.

I wanted to thank him for what happened back in Girona, but my ego and pride were holding me back like a dam holding back water.

A civilized conversation was something that never happened between us. Causing our silence to be even more awkward.

"Okay, that's all. I'm leaving." I finally say, shoving my hand in my pocket as I begin marching up to the door. Not looking back when I hear his phone ring loudly.

He answers the call quickly, and I sigh in relief, finally walking out of the break room, excited to go home.

[inkedinfusions]

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | eren jaeger halloween special

⊱♱⊰ | A small Halloween party and smudged makeup may seem like what happens every other year, but this one is about to take a turn, one both expected and surprising.

── ★ ˙ ̟ . ♱ .ᐟ.ᐟ masterlist of works

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 '𝟐𝟒

word count: 2.3k

content warnings: fake blood, mentions of alcohol

a/n: I started this today lmao. Anyways, I hope ya'll have a happy halloween if you celebrate it, and if not, I hope the candy that this festivity brings you is sweet and plentiful. Also thanks to my beta reader for reading and revising on such short notice (read: I deadass just texted them the link to my docs and they read it over immediately) Truly the goat <3

Thanks for reading!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 smudges in the corner of your eye for the umpteenth time that late afternoon.

Historia huffs, reaching for the makeup remover and cotton pads to wipe it off, being extra careful to not erase any of the purple shadow that adorns your eyelids.

“Would it kill you to stop squirming?” she asks when you blink and smudge it again.

You groan, almost hiding your face in your hands before realizing that would only mess up your makeup further. It had taken a grand total of three baby wipes, five brushes and a shit ton of q-tips to make the eyeshadow and glitter look good, and you aren’t about to mess up the other half of Historia’s hard work.

“I’m sorry!” you say. “I can’t help it if my eye twitches— and It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.”

Mikasa snorts from where she lays on her bed, doom scrolling while she waits for you to get ready. The witch hat she’ll be using is sitting on her nightstand, next to some discarded accessories and a pallet of red face paint, responsible for the tracks of painted blood on your face.

Historia sighs, screwing the lid back on the liquid eyeliner bottle. 

“I’m just going to use a pencil,” she says. “It’ll be easier to wipe off and correct later.”

“I told you to do that from the start,” Mikasa chimes in.

You stay still when Historia brings the liner close to your eye, flicking it outwards. The pencil will be easier to smudge, but quicker to clean up, even if it means you’ll spend a great deal of the party in front of a mirror. Or you’ll just give up halfway through and hope that the pseudo smokey eye is excused by your costume.

“Why can’t you do it?” you ask Mikasa when Historia is done, helping her arrange the makeup supplies so that they are less of a pain to clean the next morning.

“I mean,” you continue, “you basically wear this everyday, no?”

Mikasa shrugs, standing up to help tidy up. “I can’t do it to other people though. Only myself.”

Her lips twitch in a mischievous smile before continuing. “Eren is the one who knows how to do that,” she says, grinning slightly like it’s some kind of inside joke. “Maybe you should ask him for help?”

Historia chuckles and you feel your face heat up. “Shut up,” you protest.

“I’m just saying-“

“Shut up.”

“Shutting up.”

Historia’s makeup box closes with a click, and Mikasa's vanity is more or less cleared up. You and your friends had chosen to arrive early to get ready in her room, while the boys are busy raiding nearby convenience stores for snacks and booze.

Halloween is never boring with your friends. Either because of some stupid stunt Connie and Sasha pulled, or dumb gossip you would share late into dusk, your get-togethers are always thoroughly entertaining.

And speaking of the devil.

“Hey guys,” Sasha says through mouthfuls of chips, entering the room. “Done with the costumes?”

A small chorus of Yeahs echoes in the room

“Mikasa is wearing the same emo outfit she always wears so—“ you mutter, ducking and laughing when Mikasa launches a pillow in your direction, ignoring the ‘It’s goth!’ she throws your way.

You take cover behind Annie, who arrives just after Sasha, almost crashing into Historia when she starts to fiddle with the tiny gemstones on her face in the mirror. 

“I think this one’s crooked,” she mumbles, slightly poking at them with her pinky finger.

“Babe,” Ymir says from where you thought she was passed out on a bean bag. “It looks fine. Leave it.” 

“You think so?”

“You could be wearing a trash bag and still be the most beautiful girl in the room.”

“Ugh, gay people,” you say teasingly, knowing as well as them that their relationship is actually goals, and no, you weren’t jealous at all of their mutual sappiness. 

“Ugh,” Ymir replies. “Straight people.”

“But I’m not-“

“You like Eren,” she cuts you off. “That’s enough.”

That serves to silence you for the time being, wisely choosing to instead stuff your mouth with the bowl of chips Sasha stole from downstairs.

“And speaking of the devil,” Mikasa says when a car is heard outside.

 “Oh! You think they bought sour gummies?” Sasha asks with stars in her eyes, already rushing downstairs.

“Knowing them they probably bought half the store,” Ymir mutters, reaching for Historia’s hand to follow Sasha.

You make your way downstairs, walking among fake cow webs and hanging ghosts, guided by the lively chatter of your friends. 

Sasha and Connie are already on the couch munching on snacks, chattering excitedly next to Jean, who is browsing scary movies on the Tv, looking for something to have in the background.

Reiner and Bertholdt are busy setting up the drinks, arranging the kitchen table with a wide variety of sodas, booze, and colorful red syrup. You even spy some edible fang gummies, the only snack not already poached by the others.

“Hey,” Eren greets you when he sees you approaching, although it’s partially muffled by the vampire fangs in his mouth.

“Hi,” you smile, matching bloody grins on both your faces. “Those fangs working for you?”

“They are a pain,” he groans. “I swear some of this blood is real, with how many times I’ve cut my own gums.”

“Maybe you should stick to those gummies,” you point to the kitchen table, opening up the bottom cupboard to take out the punch bowl.

Eren, who has already given up on keeping his plastic fangs on, follows you as you move through the kitchen, taking over the punch preparing process from Reiner and Bertholdt, shooing them to the living room.

“Maybe I will.”

He rips the plastic bag open while you pour a sizable amount of cherry juice into the punch bowl, followed by pared orange peels, cinnamon sticks, cloves, ginger and chili. You take the bag from his hands and take some fang gummies to sprinkle into the bowl, mixing the ingredients thoroughly.

“Could you pass me the—“ Eren passes you the vodka wordlessly. “Oh thanks.”

“Course.” 

You prop it up next to the punch for anyone looking for a drink with a kick to it. You had learned from previous hangouts that alcohol in communal punch was not something to mess with, some people’s unreal tolerance (Eren’s and Annie’s) spiking up the median endurance. 

Let’s just say that you don’t remember much from New Years Eve two years ago.

You don’t notice how his eyes linger on you for a moment, how the tips of his ears go red when your fingers graze. And if you do— well— you’ve both played the oblivious game for far too long to do anything about it.

“Hey,” Eren starts, prompting you to look at him. “So I was wondering—“

A loud screech and your friend’s subsequent complaints makes you both jump in place, and a loud robotic voice informs you that the karaoke speaker Historia had brought has been turned on. Loud music follows the voice before the volume shoots down, and the first few notes of a popular song start to play.

You turn to Eren after a beat. “Sorry, you were saying?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He grins, handing you a red cup he had previously poured. You’ll know he’ll tell you if you push, but like many past occasions you simply return his grin, accept the drink, and walk towards where your friends are gathered.

Your throat feels raspy after the eight consecutive songs you’ve sang, some with Sasha and Connie, one with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, and others where you didn’t have a mic, but were simply belting out the lyrics with everyone else.

Scream plays quietly in the background after an unexpected scream (funny) had scared you and Sasha, prompting you both to bump into each other and make a mess of popcorn on the floor.

Said girl still ate them, so you can’t really say they went to waste. Under five seconds too, so, in her words, the five second rule still applied.

Reiner had somehow been coerced by Jean and Marco into singing a Disney song, and you were sure that the whole block could hear their screeches. You were a giggling mess by the time they sang the last note, tears coming out of your eyes at their impression of what was before a heartfelt anthem.

It is only when you wipe off your tears that you realize your fingers are stained black. Shit, you think, the eyeliner.

You groan, not really wanting to go fix it, but knowing that you probably look like a panda and not at all like the smokey black eye you had envisioned.

“Hey, Mikasa?”

“Yeah?” She turns towards you.

“Can I borrow your liquid liner? I’m going to try and do it myself.”

“Are you sure you won’t poke your eyes out?” Mikasa asks, raising her eyebrows. While you didn’t appreciate her lack of faith in you, it was well founded. You weren’t clumsy by any means, but your hands had the tendency to shake when you needed to do precise work.

You open your mouth to reassure her when a voice coming from your left pipes up.

“I can help,” Eren offers.

“You sure? I wouldn’t want to interrupt your fun or something.”

“It’s fine. Besides, Jean’s voice is kinda making my ears ring now.”

A beat passes, interrupted by Mikasa clearing her throat. “If that’s all then, better hurry. The pizza is getting here soon, and I can’t guarantee you’ll get a piece if you’re not downstairs the moment the doorbell rings.”

“It won’t take long,” you say.

“Sure,” she says, unconvinced.

You and Eren both decide to ignore the implications of her statement, walking upstairs. You start to walk towards Mikasa's bedroom, meaning to retrieve her eyeliner.

“Where are you going?” Eren asks.

“For the liner?”

“I have a different one that it’s easier to put on. Come on, it’s in my room.” He nods towards the door to his bedroom, and you fall into step next to him as you stroll down the hall.

“I forgot you had an emo phase.”

“It wasn’t— whatever.”

You snort at his lack of retort. His so-called ‘emo phase’ wasn’t actually emo, but you liked to tease him about it every once in a while.

You make a quick detour to wipe off the black smudges that were left over, messing up your eyeshadow but not really caring enough to fix it properly. It would do for the night. Besides, unlike with the eyeliner, you could simply blend it in with your fingers.

Eren flicks the lights on and you flop onto his bed while he searches for the forgotten liner, a remnant of his dark and embarrassing past. Well, embarrassing for him at least. You, on the other hand, found it incredibly attractive whenever he put it on. Not that you ever told him.

“Here.” He takes a black bottle after rummaging through his drawers for a while.

Eren takes a seat next to you, and you move onto a similar sitting position, facing him. 

While you couldn’t stop moving around when Historia was helping you out, you are now completely frozen in place, transfixed in his aquamarine eyes.

You feel every breath he takes, every exhale he lets out. Small translucent freckles that remain from summer decorate his cheeks, where startling red is also painted.

His touch is feathery soft, the fingers on your chin doing almost no work to keep your head in place. Still, he doesn’t remove them. 

Eren gently tilts your face as he goes, filling in the gaps in the wing, in your upper lash line, in the inner corner of your eye. 

You realize his mouth is moving after a while, bringing you out of your stupor. 

“I— sorry, what?”

You mourn the loss of his fingers on your chin when he pulls back to screw the lid of the liner back on. Eren chuckles, and it’s not the first time the sound brings butterflies to your stomach.

“I asked if it’s okay like that.”

“Yeah,” you say, still a little out of it. “It’s fine.”

Eren raises an eyebrow. “You haven’t even looked at a mirror—“

“What were you going to say to me in the kitchen?” You interrupt.

His mouth slams shut, and for a second all you can hear is both of your heartbeats drumming in your chests, blood rushing through your veins, warmth beginning to spread throughout. There’s even the bad singing of your friends in the background to top it off.

“It was nothing,” he says.

“No it wasn’t. What were you going to ask?”

You watch as Eren internally debates with himself, weighting the pros and cons interfering with your pull and push game would bring. The pros win, it seems, because he replies, softer than you've ever heard.

He gets closer to you, fingers once again finding their home on your chin. His eyes look for resistance but find none; your pulse looks for his own and finds a rhythm.

“Can I—?”

You don’t let him finish, and it’s really something you have to work on, the way both of you never wrap up your questions. But oh, you don’t find it in yourself to regret it.

He tastes like candy, sweet and sour, the lingering flavor of alcohol adding a small kick to the kiss. Your hands find his way to his costume’s collar, his own to the back of your neck.

It’s soft, gentle, warmed in the slow burn of a confession years in the making. Maybe you did have one regret— the fact that it took this long for you to get here.

You part just as quickly as you came together, the subtle after taste of his Halloween treats lingering in your breath. You smile, and he smiles, and you both start giggling like little kids after a sugar high, intoxicated in the other's presence.

“Hey,” he says, thumb swiping at the corner of your mouth. “Now your lipstick is smudged. Want me to help you with it?”

[jinxwuzhere]

random blurb I thought of for shadow that may be ooc but, I think it's cute :3

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ dancing with shadow

word count : 896

(f/d) - favorite design. like sequins or sparkles ✧

“come on, it wouldn’t hurt to ask!” sonic ushered you, pushing you to where shadow was sitting and whispering. he was right. kinda. “the worst he can say is no!” you turned to sonic with an unimpressed look as if to say, “really?”.

sonic pushed you a bit more and zoomed off, the sound alarming shadow to look up from the tv, him previously trying to ignore you since he was apparently so focused on Dexter. You shyly waved and plopped onto the couch, smiling like an idiot and playing with your fingers. “Hi..” You mumbled, he looked at you confused, but replied with a simple and stoic hey. “Would you possibly uh.. gotomyschooldancewithme?” You asked quickly, adverting his unwavering gaze. “dance?” “yeah!” “no.” your breath hitched, but you tried to not let him notice. you nodded and removed yourself from the living room immediately. you opened your room door to find sonic laying on your bed, feet propped up on the wall, reading your teen magazines. “sooo, how’d it go?” he asked curiously, looking up at you upside down.

you scratched the back of your neck, not wanting to remember or relive what just happened. “i’ll find another date..” “i could go!” sonic offered. “well you went with me last time..plus, i really like shadow, i want him to feel more like he’s one of us, you know? he never really wants to go anywhere with us, i thought it’d be nice.” “plus you like him.” the blue hedgehog cheekily smiled. “well, yeah, that too but, I just mainly wanted him to feel included.”

you huffed and hopped onto your bed next to sonic, choosing a dress you’d both pick up tomorrow. you chose a (f/c) dress with (f/d) and mostly everyone agreed that it would go well with you. well, except shadow of course. he was gone for most of the night. maddie and tom thought it’d be best to let him have some space, he probably felt suffocated she said.

maddie was excited to help you get ready for the dance again, she remembered what it was like and she wanted to recreate that feeling for her only daughter. you two laughed and joked while she helped you. once she finished your hair and makeup, you looked in the mirror. “wow..” you mumbled. “i just know you’ll be the life of the party. you always are,” she rubbed your back and kissed your head. “shadow is missing out bigtime.” “yeah..” i sighed. sonic, tails, and knuckles, met me at the front door. “uhm, hello?” “we just wanna ride with tom to take you there.” knuckles said, nudging and winking at sonic. you suspiciously nodded and smiled, “okay.” “I call shotgun!” sonic smirked and zoomed to the car, already making it in. you shrugged and made your way to the car, the cold breeze making you shiver, and as you stopped you looked at the moon for a second, really hoping that the black and red hedgehog would change his mind. tails gently grabbed your hand and led you to the car.

when it was time to leave, you hugged everyone, especially sonic since he helped choose the dress. “we should all watch a movie together after I come home, okay?” you smiled at your friends and tom. “i love you guys, i’ll be home before you know it.” you waved as tom drove off, sonic yelling something incoherent and you laughed. your friends all ran up to you, gawking at your look. “you look amazing y/n/n!”

maddie and tom assisted shadow with the suit and the rose red boutonniere. “i’m so glad you changed your mind, y/n is gonna be so happy!” shadow softly smiled and mumbled, “i hope so.” she quickly handed him the red corsage in a cute little box. “this is for y/n, alright?” he nodded and said a quick thank you before tom lead him to the limo. tom paid the driver and off he went.

you were dancing and laughing with your friends when shadow found you. he usually hated being in overcrowded settings, but if it was for you, he’d tolerate it. when you sat back down he was in the seat beside you, looking at the decorations and care the staff put into the dance. “it’s really beautiful.” shadow said, looking at everything before turning his attention to you. “i’m sorry i turned you down before it’s just..” he trailed off, not wanting to say how he really felt because he didn’t want to ruin anything. “i feel weird when i’m around you and i don’t know if that’s good or bad. i can’t speak to sonic about it because he’ll tease me. really, anyone in that house would tease me.” he sighed. a slow song started to play as soon as his sentence ended.

you felt a bit bolder now that you know for sure he felt the same, you got up, holding out a hand. “dance with me..?” you asked, cheeks flushed and a smile that eggman himself couldn’t have wiped off your face. shadow remembered the corsage and carefully opened the box and carefully placed it onto your wrist. “this is how you do it right?” he questioned, not wanting to look stupid. “yes, it’s really beautiful shads, thank you.” he blushed at the nickname and took your hand, leading you to the dancefloor.

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♡/♛- Disrespectful [II]

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➸ INTERESTS; -jjk!geto suguru/satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; -living within your early twenties, you were working alongside Geto as his protege. As he required extended information on someone who served an important part of his past that he claimed was his enemy, he sends you out to become his personal spy. The only problem was that what the future had in store between you and both men was highly unexpected.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.2.4k, cursing, arguing, romantic tension between two parties, kissing, slight sexual mentions, heated make-out sessions, manipulation mentions.

➸a.i; - i know i know chapter is super short, i'll make it up to u guys i swear im just super tired, next chapter will be way longer!! ily guys.

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You sighed as you sat back in your car and buckling your seatbelt as Satoru watched you. Waving at you cheerfully as he kept one hand within his pocket. The dinner had ended thankfully, and, in all honesty, it made you leave with more questions than answers.

He made it more confusing and difficult than anything else, but honestly you couldn't complain about a huge part. A man as powerful as him and having that much to deal with? It was largely obvious why he was so closed off when the topic became personal.

If you weren’t on track and so focused or dedicated towards your mission and the information you needed, he either would’ve caught on or had forgotten. You went through so many loopholes with him you were completely unaware of how much time you two had spent together.

Both of your plates had been empty, and the waitress had refilled both of your drink's countless times. It’s as if you two were fighting, well only you. He had a counter claim for anything that came out of your mouth, unless if it was something personal, which he was trying to get out of you to begin with.

By the time the two of you stepped outside of the restaurant it was very late, you had checked your phone for the first time in hours to read the time.

10:47pm

You gasped harshly walking side by side with him when you read the time, repeating it out loud to him. Remembering you had arrived a little before 7pm to be on the safe side and seeing you've been here nearly 3 hours later had gave you chills. He only looked at the silver watch on his wrist and grinned, saying you should go home.

You cocked a brow at him, asking what about himself. He only remarked he had business to attend late tonight, and he offered to walk you to his car. Honestly, you would’ve applied pressure to find out what it was, but you wasted so much energy trying to do that initially inside the restaurant, so you let it rest.

Now you were driving back to your apartment, completely forgetting you were supposed to check in with Suguru as soon as possible. As you pulled into the parking lot, you only grabbed your purse and parked. Soon walking out and locking your car as you used your keys to lock it.

You entered your apartment with a sigh, removing your heels by the front door exhausted and telling yourself you'd tend to it tomorrow. You went straight to your bathroom, quickly de-robing and tending to your face, removing all of your makeup and jewelry. As you were nearly done washing your face you heard your phone ringing from inside your purse that you had thrown on your bed.

You went into your room and pulled your cellphone out from your purse to see the screen lighting up with 'Annoying Ass Satoru'. You smiled to yourself and answered, placing him on speaker as you walked around your room, finding something more comfortable to wear as you unhooked your bra.

"Hey, did you make it back safely?" You heard his voice ask on the line, you changed into your clothes as you answered him.

"Oh no I just crashed off a cliff and fell into the ocean, but I answered your call." You answered satirically, hearing him chuckle over the phone. You smiled to yourself as you listened to him on the line.

You two spoke for a while, exchanging things back and forth, of course without him throwing sudden hints or flirtatious comments. It made you blush partially, even though you've tried so many times to swallow it down.

You had mentioned it before, he was an attractive man, funny intelligent and classy, and besides it shouldn't be anything you should give in too. You had someone already, although the two of you weren't serious and didn't necessarily claim one another, you had Suguru, right?

His comments and attitude had begun to dig underneath your skin, well at least in a good way. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help what you felt, overall, he seemed to be a good man, which made you question why Suguru held such a grudge against him, but it’s not like you could know anymore.

Soon you two wrapped up your conversations and said your goodbyes and good nights. You placed your phone to charge and fell asleep, forgetting entirely to place an alarm for the next morning regardless of it being Saturday.

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Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you were awoken to the sound of keys rattling outside of your door, before you could even properly get up you heard the doorknob twist and your door creak open.

You quickly got up, thinking quickly and using the water leftover from a large glass by your nightstand. Transforming it into a large liquid like dagger and held it with one hand as you placed your other in front of you, hardening it to ice and prepared to fight.

You heard as the footsteps from outside made their way to your bedroom, realizing them immediately and drawing your hands down and taking a sigh of relief.

“I could’ve killed you” you said, lowering your weapon and placing it back in the glass on the nightstand, now melting the ice back to its original form. Suguru didn’t respond, he didn’t even nod or smile, just glared at you.

“Maybe if you would’ve paid attention to the messages or calls, I was sending you, you would’ve known I was coming.” He responded blatantly, you only rolled your eyes at his cold remarks and made your way to the bathroom, freshening up.

“I left the other phone in the car” you replied, now finishing up and washing your face. Hearing him scoff from outside of the bathroom, you dried your face and made your way back to your room, sitting on your bed as you watched him stand.

“Did you kiss him or fuck him?” He asked you, his arms crossed watching your surprised expression. You sucked your teeth at him and stood up, ashamed he would even mention such a thing.

“Are you fucking crazy? Why would you even ask me such a thing.” You spat at him, now making your way to him and jabbing him in the chest. He quickly swatted your hand away.

“I have every right to ask you such a thing. You haven’t returned my texts or calls since yesterday afternoon after you left me without even saying goodbye. Or are you forgetting you didn’t even check in with me after your little date, you completely forgot about me.” He said harshly, now jabbing you back in your chest.

He couldn’t be serious, doing all of this over a simple mistake is idiotic. He’s made countless mistakes before and has always left it to you to clean up, now he wants to act all perfect.

Please.

"I still barely know my position here. I'm not sure what you want from me or what you expect me to do at this little high school or with Satoru. All you do is ever leave me out in the dark or make me clean up after your messes. I'm so sorry I got caught up doing the work you asked me to." You snarled in response, now slapping his hand off of your chest and making your way back to your bathroom and slamming the door behind you.

You couldn't believe him, the nerves of him. He wasn't here or saying these things out of respect or concern for you, it was all jealousy. Jealous of you spending time with another man other than him, jealous of someone else having your attention.

He was jealous of the fact that out of all people you were spending time with, it was with someone he's envied for so long or has tried for even longer to take him down. You shook your head as you looked at yourself in the mirror, still in the same clothes you had slept in the night before.

You could never truly understand Suguru or what his intentions were for you. You could also never make him do what you wanted or preferred him to do, it was constantly a lose/lose situation. After every argument or disagreement, the two of you shared things would always go his way, his ego would climb while yours would falter.

Surprisingly no matter what you said or did to him he'd constantly find a loophole around it, twisting your words against you. You had heard a term for it, manipulation?

No.

Gaslighting.

Whichever form of manipulation it was you hated every ounce of it, and it would make your skin crawl or your head pound. You muttered to yourself angrily as you could hear Suguru outside of the bathroom arguing with you still, or merely himself, as you had stopped speaking a while ago.

You only opened the door, finding him in the same spot as before. You slowly made your way over to your bed and sat on it, watching him waste his breath. The more he pried, you began to just sit there and go on your phone.

He quickly took note of you ignoring him before taking a deep breath and sighing. Slowly making his way up to you and sitting beside you, reaching his hand over your lower back and placing it over your waist as you stiffened a little.

"M'sorry" he said softly before placing a kiss on the side of your head, the sound ringing through your ear. You gave into it, leaning into him slightly, then resting your head on his shoulder.

Every relationship came with it's benefits and downsides, your relationship with Suguru, if you could even call it that, had it's benefits. He was a gentleman when it came to you from time to time, and he loved children, that part always makes you smile.

But there were times when he made you doubt yourself entirely, like right now. Could one of the reasons why he's so closed off when it comes to work with you is because he doesn't trust you enough to share it?

You sighed as you gave him a side hug, now placing your phone off to the side. He smelled good, he always smelled good, and it never failed to make you smile. Soon the two of you let one another go and you stood up making your way to your fridge.

"I thought we agreed you only come here for emergencies" you stated, looking for something to eat. You looked behind you for a split second to see his expression, he only laid in your bed after removing his shoes.

"You're always going to be an emergency for me" he said without hesitation, you couldn't contain your smile as you heard him. You turned back around to see him comfortable within your bed and you made your way over to him. Without a second thought he grabbed ahold of your wrist and pulled you on top of him.

Within seconds you were now straddling him, laughing alongside him as he grabbed ahold of your waist. The laughter between the two of you soon died down as you quickly got realization of what was happening between the two of you.

The pit of your stomach began to flutter lightly as you tried to get up, but his placement on your waist was firm. He was ensuring you wouldn't go anywhere; he didn't want you to go anywhere. He only sat up slightly and kissed you, to which you kissed him back.

You were quick to place your hands on his shoulders in order to keep your balance, deepening the kiss. As the passion was shared between the two of you, Suguru was quick to break the kiss and remove his hands from your waist, simply to take his shirt off.

Before you could do the same or move any further along with him, your stomach growled. You pouted slightly, covering your face and chuckling out of embarrassment as he laughed. His laugh indicating to you that he had definitely heard your stomach rumble.

"C'mon, I'll take you out to eat. My treat? Back by my place." He said, quick to sit you down as he grabbed his shirt and placed it back over his head. You took the time to admire his figure, his torso and large toned back, a large smile plastered on your face.

"What is it?" He asked, turning around to look at you after he had finished pulling his shirt down. You only shook your head and waved your hands around out of defense.

"Nothing, nothing, I'll go get changed" you stated simply, quick to get up and dig around in your dresser drawers for clothes to wear. You could feel Suguru's eyes on you with every movement you made, making you smile even harder.

Without a second passing by, you thought of Satoru for a moment. You raised a brow to yourself as you stood up and made your way to the bathroom, your clothing and towel now in hand.

Why were you thinking about him at a time like this? That wasn't something that had occurred before and it was strange for it to even happen to begin with. After the small, shared moment you shared with Suguru out of all people in this planet your mind could've brought up it had to be his sworn enemy?

As you disrobed and entered the shower your mind began to wander even farther. The flashes of the quick moment you had just shared with your lover, if you could even call him that, were now replaced with Satoru.

This time you weren't confused or upset with your thoughts but embraced it further to see how far it could lead you.

If he had you straddled on him,

Or if he had kissed you,

Or if he kept his firm hands on your waist,

Maybe if he fucked yo-

You immediately slapped your cheeks with both hands, covering your eyes as you quickly got the image out of your mind. You had definitely thought too far and wandered where you didn't expect to end up. This was bad, very bad, and just like that the simple small clip you had imagined of making love to Satoru Gojo hadn't left your mind for a while.

All of the while Suguru was awaiting you outside of the bathroom to take you out to eat breakfast.

This wasn't just bad

It was horrible.

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YOU’RE HIS AND NOT MINE - E.WILLIAMS (PART 3)

Warnings : Argument, angst, shouting, break up, domestic dispute, crying, anger, sadness, swearing, guilt, lack of guilt, confession

Summary : In which, y/n crumbles in front of Ben like she thought she would and she finds out something detrimental

Authors Note : I knew that this story was going to be a bit of an emotional rollercoaster but, even I was going through the emotions when writing this. I think this is my shortest but possibly most intense one. Also, had to do quite a bit of rambling and build up so I apologise for that. Enjoy! <3

Purple is y/n

Green is Ellie

Blue is Ben

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You make it back to your boyfriend’s house and, before walking in, you stand by the front door, taking in a deep breath and you are quite nervous about how this will go.

Upon walking inside, Ben is sat on the sofa, scrolling on his phone with a coffee in his hand. He smiles at you and you smile back, secretly dying inside.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey handsome. What have you been doing?”

“Oh I’ve just cleaned up a bit and I was just chilling down here.”

You smile, nodding, and then you notice the time. It’s 11:27pm and you’re only now getting home. You check your phone to make sure you’re not reading it wrong and you’re not.

“Shit. I’m so sorry for coming home so late.”

“It’s alright, love. Is your mum okay?”

“Wha- oh yeah she’s fine.”

You swallow hard, having forgot your fake story you told him because your memory is so clouded with what just happened.

You guys make your way up to his room and you get in bed, snuggling into his arms. You close your eyes, pulling the blanket over yourself and just hiding pretty much.

The next morning, you wake up and your hair is all fucked up and your mascara is smudged as you forgot to take off your makeup last night.

With an annoyed groan, you start to get ready for the day ahead. Thankfully, it’s a Friday so you’ve just got one more day of school left before the weekend.

After curling your hair and removing and reapplying your makeup, you’re ready to go. When you go back to Ben’s room to get dressed, he’s still fucking asleep.

“For fucks sake… Ben. Get up. It’s nearly time to go.”

He wakes up, groggy and tired. You laugh, kissing his forehead before getting changed for the day. Your outfit is a black crop top, ripped jeans and a nice chunky belt with some jewellery.

When you’re done, to your annoyance, Ben is already done and ready to go. You look at him, confused.

“How the fuck are you already ready? And are those yesterday’s clothes?”

“I’m quick and yes they are.”

You both laugh, checking the time again and heading out, getting in your car and making your way to school.

When you get through the gates, obviously the first person you see is Ellie. Usually, you’d be thrilled about that but not really right now considering Ben is next to you.

You smile at her and wait for Ben to leave before saying anything. She grabs your arm and pulls you away so that Ben really can’t see or hear you.

You both just start talking about random stuff, laughing and joking with your best friend like last night didn’t happen.

Throughout the day, your lies are bubbling up inside of you and you start to get more and more stressed, considering every single possibility ever, even that there was people spying through the window and they sent a photo of you and Ellie to Ben. Like, realistically, what the fuck?

Finally, the bell rings for your last class and you almost get excited about the weekend until you realise that you’re staying at Ben’s the whole weekend. Yay…

He meets you at the gate, eyes Ellie up as she hugs you goodbye. He did promise that he wouldn’t say anything to her after Wednesday’s incident but he never promised no dirty looks, I guess.

You make your way home together, staying relatively silent, besides from a few odd sentences about your day or his day or what you ate blah blah blah.

When you make it home, you’re snuggled on the sofa, watching Brooklyn 99 when suddenly, you pause it. He looks at you confused.

“Ben… I need to talk to you.”

“Okay, what’s up babe?”

“I know that you’re going to be really mad at me, which is completely understandable, but it’s been eating away at me all day and I can’t keep lying to you like this.”

You pause, considering what you’re doing and especially the consequences. You contemplate back tracking but you’re too far gone now. You have to tell him.

“Wha-“

“I slept with Ellie last night! I’m so sorry, it just happened. I went over to hers and I kissed her and we jus-“

“WHAT?!”

“I know, I’m so sorry. This totally isn’t like me and I understand if you never want to see me again but… I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You’re fucking sorry?!”

Ben pauses for an awkwardly long time, seemingly considering his next words very carefully. You want to say something but you’re waiting for him to as it looks like he’s got something on the tip of his tongue.

“Fine. We’re doing confessions are we? Okay? I’ve been cheating on you for 3 months with multiple women.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, you were so fucking boring in bed and you can’t kiss for shit.”

“Ben… what the fuck?! I slip up once and you blow up in my face, which I understand, I did something wrong, but then you tell me this?!”

You genuinely couldn’t put into words how mad you are right now. You perfectly understand that what you did was wrong but seriously? If what I did was like a 8/10 bad, his is like an 80/10 bad.

Seriously, how could he not burst with guilt and regret when he saw me? At least the first time. Maybe not after that because his body was apparently immune to love after that but at least the first! Right?

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I did something to disobey you and our love and I couldn’t even go 24 hours without breaking down and telling you. You’ve been doing it for 3 months while still acting the same!”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck you Ben. If it wasn’t over before, it definitely is now. Never fucking speak to me again, dickhead. And, you know what? Ellie was better in bed than you. Fuck you.”

You storm out, knowing that if you stay in this asshole’s presence for much longer, you’re gonna lash out and, as much as you’d like to give him a free nose job, you don’t want that on your head.

Only after you’re about 5 minutes down the road and the anger has clouded over do you realise you have nowhere to go. So, of course, you ring Ellie

“Ellie, fucking pick up! …Ellie, I’m so fucking pissed off right now, you don’t even understand so I’m coming over.”

“What the fuck happened?”

“I’ll tell you when I get there.”

“Okay…”

You angrily put down the phone, feeling a little bad for how rude you were to Ellie but you know that she will understand considering your tone of voice.

You make your way over to Ellie’s, your anger turning into sadness as you walk through the rain. Your rage soon turn to tears, crying the whole way there.

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One Last Souvenir From My Trip to Your Shores - Part 2

“Come on, Derek, it’s my job and Aaron knows that. And it’s not the first time I’ve had to flirt with an unsub. It’s not like I’m going to sleep with the guy.”

He scoffs and shakes his head, putting the coffee pot down with more force than necessary, “It wouldn’t be the first time you did that either.” 

A thoughtless and unkind comment from someone she's always considered a friend makes Emily feel like she's right back at the start.

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Hi besties,

Thank you so SO much for the love for chapter 1, I'm genuinely a little blown away.

It almost makes me anxious to post chapter 2 haha, so I hope you enjoy this <3

I can't believe I ever thought this wouldn't be 11k words overall haha

As always, let me know what you think <3

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Warnings: None

Words: 5.5k

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She looks as tired as she feels. 

It’s the first thing she thinks when she looks in the mirror. Her makeup is smudged underneath her eyes, and she curses whoever marketed her mascara as waterproof. Her chin trembles when she sees the tracks of her tears on her cheeks and she shakes her head at herself, desperate to no longer be upset, but it’s futile and another tear slips down, following the trail left behind by the ones that had gone before it. 

“Damn it,” she says, blowing out a shaky breath, “Get it together, Emily.” 

She removes her makeup and then splashes water onto her face and pats it dry, blowing out a slow breath as she looks at herself in the mirror again, her red-rimmed eyes and slightly blotchy skin standing out in her bathroom's slightly too bright light. 

“That’s as good as it’s going to get,” she murmurs to herself as she drops the towel onto the countertop, and a smile spreads across her face when it lands next to some of Aaron’s things that lived there permanently. He had a razor here, a toothbrush and a bottle of his cologne. She’d never tell him that on the rare occasion when she slept separately from him she’d wear it. That she’d spray herself and her clothes and close her eyes and pretend he was right there with her. 

His bathroom looked similar, items she’d taken there and left in amongst his and spread across all the surfaces. The first night she stayed, Aaron presented her with a toothbrush to keep in his bathroom, and it now sat in the holder next to his and Jack’s.  It made her feel like part of a family for the first time in a long time, maybe for the first time ever, and it made her smile whenever she saw them all lined up, or when she accidentally picked up Jack’s watermelon flavoured toothpaste.  It was messier than her bathroom, a microcosm of Aaron and Jack’s life - items the little boy always left out that she or Aaron would put away - and it felt like a taster of a life that she was leading up to. Practice for something she so desperately wanted and knew she was on the cusp of having.

She sighs and steps out of the bathroom, but stops when she hears voices. For a split second, she thinks Aaron might actually be telling off the poor college kid who delivered the pizza, but then she realises she recognises the second voice. She feels anxiety pool in her gut again, any comfort Aaron had given her extinguished by Derek’s voice. 

“I just want to speak to her,” he says, more irritation in his tone than she thinks he deserves to feel. She steps into the hallway and sees Aaron blocking Derek’s view of the apartment, his skin paper white as it’s drawn over his knuckles as he holds the door tight. 

“I think you’ve said enough,” he says, his voice clipped, and she doesn’t have to look at his face to know Derek’s likely on the receiving end of a stern expression that had made hardened criminals crumble. 

She knows if she said that she wanted Derek to leave he’d close the door in his face without question, and he’d tell him to leave and that would be it. She’s tempted, unsure if she wants to talk to him before she’s had a chance to figure out what she wants to say, the wounds caused by his careless words still fresh and wide open. But she knows this conversation will be hard whenever she has it, and she wanted to get it over with, to try and move forward from whatever the last few days had been. To try and start chipping away at the heavy weight in the pit of her stomach that had been planted there by Derek just a few days ago. 

“Aaron,” she says before she can change her mind, her lips pressed together as he turns to look at her, “You can let him in.”

He stares at her, and they have a silent exchange, a conversation with no words because they’d never really needed them. He looks at her, seeking out any tiny semblance of doubt on her face and she nods at him, lets him know she’s sure and he nods back, a short, sharp thing that she knows means he’ll support her no matter what. He opens the door and lets Derek step past him, and he comes face to face with the pizza delivery guy who seems confused by the tension he’s walked into. Aaron passes him the money and takes the pizza without comment, closing the door behind him before anything can be said. He places their dinner, which he’s sure will go cold before they can eat it, on the closest surface he can find, and makes his way to Emily’s side. 

Some of the tension dissipates from her shoulders the moment he’s next to her, and she crosses her arms over her chest, clearing her throat as she waits for Derek to speak. He doesn’t, as if he hadn’t expected to get this far at all, and Aaron sighs, his hand on Emily’s back to get her attention. 

“Why don’t we all go sit down?” 

She nods and lets herself be led to the living room, warmth spreading through her from where Aaron’s hand is pressed against her back. He taps her spine three times with his thumb, and she steps away so she can hold his hand, the press of her palm against his her way of returning the sentiment she doesn’t want to share in front of Derek. It’s only when they are all sitting down, when Aaron takes his place by her side, sitting close enough that their thighs press together, and Derek sits on the couch opposite them that she realises this is the first time Derek had ever been to this place. 

He’d never visited, and had never asked to either, and it makes sadness swell in her gut, a feeling that’s extinguished as she remembers what Aaron had told her about what he’d said in her old apartment. How he stood in her home, the place she’d cooked for him and where he’d drunk her expensive liquor, and he’d torn her character apart. He sits opposite them and just stares, and she’s suddenly very aware of the fact she and Aaron are dressed so casually, one of his t-shirts loose on her frame. It’s a version of them that was usually only for them and Jack and she hates that Derek is seeing it. It makes her feel exposed, like she’s on display for him to see, and she tightens her grip on Aaron’s hand. 

“I thought you wanted to speak to me,” Emily eventually says, her voice more steady than she feels and she thanks a god she isn’t sure she believes in anymore for the way she’d been brought up, for the fact she could hold herself together even when it felt like she was slowly ripping apart at the seams.

Derek sighs, his arms across his chest as he looks back and forth between the two of them, “Can we talk alone?” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Aaron says without thinking, an automatic response he can’t hold back as the desire to protect her almost burns him from the inside out. He looks at her so he can gauge what she wants, because they both know he’d leave if she asked him to, but she nods ever so slightly and keeps her grip tight on his hand, her blunt nails digging into his skin. 

“Anything you want to say to me you can say in front of him.”

Derek laughs, it’s nervous and unlike him, and he looks between the two of them again, “What, you can’t speak to me without your guard dog?”

She knows it’s an attempt at a joke, that he’s trying to lighten the mood he’d created in the first place, and it just makes her angrier. She knows it does the same for Aaron because she can feel how his shoulders get tenser, his body almost wider with it as he prepares to be exactly what Derek is comparing him to. 

“Derek,” she says warningly, “He’s staying. What did you want to say?”

He leans forward, his elbows on his knees as he clasps his hands in front of him, and he blows out a breath, “I’m sorry.” 

She chuckles humourlessly, “Is that it? Because we have pizza to eat and it’s been a long day-”

“Emily, come on-”

“No,” she says sharply, “You can’t come here and say you’re sorry and think that’s it. You can’t call me a whore and expect to-”

“Whoa,” he says, cutting her off and shaking his head, “I never said that.” 

She clenches her teeth, fed up with being told by people, men, that she’d misinterpreted things, that she’s overreacting to something she hasn’t even begun to react to yet. 

“Then what did you mean by it?” She asks, staring at him, finding no joy in how he shrinks in front of her, how he becomes visibly smaller as he grapples for an explanation they all know he doesn’t have, “That’s what I thought. You should go, this was pointless-”

“I didn’t mean to say it.”

She scoffs and shakes her head, “Then what did you mean to say? Or did you just mean to think it?” She asks, her sadness once again overtaking her anger, the two emotions racing each other around her bloodstream in a way that makes her fidget. Aaron places his hand on her knee and it grounds her, reminds her she’s not facing this or anything else alone anymore. 

“When you were arrested for murder, I barely knew you and I believed you were innocent without question and I did not judge you or your actions. Why couldn’t you do the same for me when you stood in my home and talked about things you do not understand that happened before I knew you?” 

Derek connects the dots quickly, figures out the chain of command of how everything he’d said in anger to Dave had made its way back to Emily, and looks sharply at Aaron, “You told her.”

“She deserved to know,” Aaron says firmly, all of his focus on keeping his cool. Emily could hold her own, he knew that, but his desire to protect her was thrumming under his skin, making him all but vibrate on the couch. 

“What gives you the right-”

“I asked him,” she says, cutting over Derek again, barely able to bring herself to let him finish a sentence, “I asked him and he told me.” She sighs sadly, the one thing she’d been thinking on repeat since he’d broken her heart finally slipping free, “I thought you were my friend.” 

Aaron tightens his hold on her hand, unable to stop himself because the crack in her voice reverberates through his heart, and he’s worried if he didn’t do something he’d tell Derek to leave. He runs his thumb back and forth over the pulse in her wrist, tracing the evidence that she’d survived the very worst things that had happened to her. 

Derek’s face falls, the first crack in his facade, and he sinks back against the couch, “I am your friend, Em.” 

“I think we have very different ideas about how we should treat our friends, Derek. I have spent months…” she trails off and swallows thickly as her voice starts to shake. She turns her head to face Aaron, her eyes shining as he looks at her and her jaw tight as she tries to keep herself together. It’s another silent conversation, a squeeze of her hand and a look in his eyes that she knows means are you okay, and she smiles, something that’s lost in the tight way her lips are pressed together and she nods, her expression firm again when she turns back to look at Derek, her voice more steady this time, “I have spent months trying to earn back your trust, trying to prove myself to you again and all this time you’ve been…what? Judging me for things you’ll never have to understand,” she licks her lower lip and takes a deep breath, “I had a relationship with Ian. I had sex with him,” she shrugs when he closes his eyes, his jaw tight with anger, “Why does that have anything to do with you?” 

He sighs, “It doesn’t, not really, but-” 

“There is no but Derek. It has nothing to do with you, and neither does my relationship with Aaron, which is something else you seem to have an opinion on.” 

Derek’s jaw tightens again, his eyes flicking to Aaron, staring him down as he spits out his response, “He faked your death.” 

His attitude towards Aaron makes her angrier, something she wouldn’t have thought was possible as it briefly stamps out any sadness that was lingering in her throat. Aaron stiffens next to her, his shoulders so tight she’s surprised his t-shirt doesn’t rip, that he doesn’t turn into the superhero Jack always compared him to right in front of her and defend her honour. She knows he wants to. If she hinted even for a second that she wanted his help he’d jump in and protect her, but he doesn’t, because she didn’t want or need him to fight her battles. She needed him to help pick up the pieces after. To remind her where all of them went and help her move forward. It was the part of all of this that she’d been missing before him. The support behind the scenes that she’d always told herself she didn’t need because she didn’t know what it felt like to have. 

“And you faked your cousin’s,” she says cooly, unaware until she’s said it that his hypocrisy over Aaron and JJ’s actions to protect her had upset her, the response out and in the air around them before she’d realised it had escaped the place she’d buried it. A flash of guilt licks through her chest, burning her from the inside out as his face falls. She shakes it off, remembering that no matter what she’d made him feel, it was not even a degree of how he’d made her feel.  

“I did that to protect my family.” 

Aaron chuckles humourlessly, his self-control slipping for a moment as everything he’d turned inwards for months breaks free, “And why do you think I did what I did? For fun? Because I wanted to bury another woman I…”

He drifts off, his jaw tight as he holds back everything that feels too personal to share with anyone other than Emily.  He’d known he’d loved her for a lot longer than they’d been together, but he’d only found the name for it when he was faced with losing her, when he was carrying a coffin he knew she wasn’t in. It was a moment of awful clarity, every moment he’d ever had with her on a grim showreel in his head that he couldn’t stop seeing. He told himself that when he got her back, the idea of if too painful to accept, he’d do something about it. 

In the end, he hadn’t been able to, frozen in fear that she would never feel the same way for him. She’d taken the leap, like she so often did, and he’d held her hand and jumped with her. 

She’d always been the bravest person he knew. 

“He was protecting me too,” she says, her hold on Aaron’s hand now so tight her skin is bone white where it’s stretched over her knuckles, “As our friend you should be happy for us,” she says, and Derek shakes his head, dropping his gaze to the floor, “I mean it, Derek. I won’t accept you talking crap about the man I love or our relationship.” 

He looks up, his brows furrowed, “You love him?” 

She scoffs, “Yes,” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world because it feels like the most obvious thing in the world.

“And I love her too,” Aaron adds, the gentle words at odds with the stern expression on his face. He usually smiled when he said it, his expression soft and his dimples carved out deep in his cheeks. She turns to look at him and smiles at him, something in her chest easing when he smiles back. 

“Did you love him?” 

She presses her lips together at Derek’s question and watches as Aaron’s face falls too, the brief flash of him, of her Aaron replaced by Hotch as they both turn to look at him. She clears her throat. 

“Ian?” She asks, and Derek nods. She smiles wryly, “Please don't tell me you're equating love to sex, I've seen you go home with enough one-night stands to know you don't believe they are the same thing.” 

He chuckles humourlessly, “That isn’t an answer.” 

She has to wrap her other hand around Aaron’s, sandwiching it between the two of hers to remind him to stay quiet, his anger thick and palpable in the air like a cheap cologne. She’s angry herself because Derek thinks he’s won, that he’s tripped her up with his frustratingly black-and-white thinking. He was still so sure after all these years, after all they’d seen and done, that there were clear answers to everything. She’d lived in the grey area for years. Had existed on the edges of what was right and wrong, and she wonders if that’s part of her that Derek would simply just never understand. 

“And I don't have one that's simple,” she says, “Or one that I think you'll find satisfactory.”

The room falls into silence and Derek leans forward, his fingers pressed against his temples as he tries to gather himself, “I am sorry that I upset you. No matter what…no matter what I may think or have said, I never wanted to upset you.” 

She presses her lips together, “Okay.” 

He frowns, “Okay? Is that it?” 

She nods, “You apologised, I’m not ready to forgive you.” 

He chokes on a humourless laugh, “Em-”

“No,” she says, cutting over him, “You didn’t just upset me, Derek. You…you’ve changed the way I think about our friendship. And that’s going to take a long time for me to come to terms with,” she swallows thickly, pushing down emotions she won’t let herself feel until he’s gone, her eyes burning with tears, “It’s going to be a long time before I trust you again.” 

He sighs and shrugs in defeat, “Then where does this leave us?” 

“Where we are right now I guess,” she replies, “I didn’t bring us to this point. You did. And it isn’t my responsibility to try and make you feel better about it.” 

They fall into silence again, and Emily realises she has nothing left to say, that she’s done trying to defend herself when she’s done nothing wrong. The ball was in Derek’s court now, and she hoped he’d eventually see her side of it all. He nods, his shoulders slumping a little, as he stands. 

“I should go.” He says, his smile tight. Emily stands too, and so does Aaron, his hand on her lower back as they move as one to show him out. He hesitates at the door and turns to look at her, his gaze drifting over both of them, over how close they are. As if he’s seeing them and their relationship as it is for the first time and not the way he’d assumed it to be, “Will we ever get back to where we were?” 

She shrugs, “I doubt we’ll sit in one of the SUVs on a stake out and make fun of Aaron for being a hardass ever again,” she scrunches her nose up and looks over her shoulder at Aaron, “No offence, honey.” 

He squeezes her hip, a smile Emily knows Derek has likely never seen before flashes across his face, “None taken. I am a hardass.” 

She presses her lips together and turns back to Derek, “We’ll get…somewhere. I’m sure.” 

It’s all she can offer him. It’s all she wants to offer him because she doesn’t know how she’ll feel tomorrow or in a week. She doubted the heartache would go away any time soon, and she didn’t know when she’d be able to look at him again and not think of the hurtful thing he’d said. Of the way he’d looked at her when he said it. Of the way he’d made her feel like she was worth nothing. 

It had been a long time since someone she loved looked at her like that and she cared that they had. 

Derek nods, and he forces a tight smile as he leaves, the apartment falling into silence after the door closes behind him. Aaron moves his hands to her shoulders, his thumbs pressed into her back as he tries to ease some of the tension there.

“Sweetheart-” He’s cut off when she turns in his arms, her face buried in his neck and her hands grasping at his back, his t-shirt tight in her fists. He feels the burn of her tears against his skin and he kisses the top of her head, “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,” he kisses her hairline and pulls back just enough to see her face, “Let’s go sit down, okay?” 

She nods but doesn’t pull away from him. She lets him lead her towards the couch, her sniffles and the occasional sharp intake of breath the only sounds in the apartment. As soon as she’s sitting down he moves to pull away but she stops him, her blunt nails digging into his arm as she furrows her brow. 

“I’ll be less than a minute, okay,” he says, squeezing her forearm before she nods and he tilts his head towards the bathroom, “I’ll barely leave your sight.” 

She watches as he goes, her vision blurred by the tears she’d held back throughout the painful back and forth with Derek. She hears the faucet in the bathroom briefly go on and off, and then Aaron walks back towards her, a damp washcloth in his hand. He sits next to her and turns towards her, his knee knocking against her thigh, and he gently wipes her cheeks with the washcloth. He touches her as if she’s made of something precious, his love and care for her soft as he dabs away the tears someone else had caused, each one immediately replaced. It doesn’t phase him and he carries on, diligent in the task he had set himself as they sit in silence, his knee pressed against her thigh as he gives her the silence she needs to figure out what she wants to do next.

“I’m sorry.” She eventually chokes out, her voice ragged and throat tight. 

“What for?” He asks, his smile reassuring and entirely hers when she finally looks at him. She tries to smile too and it shakes, the laugh that escapes her close to hysterical.

“I feel like all I’ve done this evening is cry.” 

“You never have to apologise for that. I love you, and part of that is looking after you when you’re sad or hurt.” He leans forward and kisses her cheek, tasting the salt of her skin as she leans into him, curling against his side as if she’d been waiting for him to initiate contact. He drops the washcloth onto the side table for now and wraps his arms around her, never wanting her to doubt that he’d always be there ready and waiting for her when she needed him. 

“It’s been a long time since someone I care about has been able to hurt me like that,” she says, her voice shaking, “He should call and give my mother some tips, she’s lost her edge in recent years.” 

He knows what she’s doing, knows that humour is a shield she’d used her whole life, and he squeezes her thigh, “Sweetheart.” 

She heaves in a breath, the press of it sticking to each of her ribs as it shudders in her lungs, and she nods as she blows it back out. 

“Sorry,” she says, smiling sadly when he raises an eyebrow at her again, “It’s just..having to think about Ian this much…” she blows out another shaky breath and her chin trembles, “It’s never easy.” 

He hears what she hasn’t said, what she doesn’t need to say, and he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, his knuckles soft against her cheek afterwards as he wipes away her tears, “Like I said you earlier, none of that matters to me. None of it. The only thing that matters to me is you.” 

“I know,” she says, cupping his cheek, running her thumb back and forth over his jaw, “Thank you,” she smiles sadly and he almost tells her she doesn’t have to thank him, but she carries on, speaking as if she wasn’t aware she was talking outloud. “Sometimes it feels like I haven’t moved forward at all since I came back.” 

For a moment he wishes he had shouted at Derek, that he’d let him know exactly what he thought of him and all the things he’d said about Emily, but he knows it wouldn’t have helped. The last thing Emily needed, or wanted, was two men fighting over her honour like she was a prize to be won.

“Recovery isn’t linear, Em. And you have moved forward. And I won’t let Derek, or anyone, take that from you.” 

She smiles despite the vice around her heart, “Even me?” 

He leans in to kiss her lower lip, “Especially you.” 

She rests her forehead against his and cups the back of his head to hold him in place, “You’re a good man, Aaron Hotchner. The best. And I won’t let anyone, including you, take that from you.” She swallows thickly and blows out a breath, and it makes her sadness skip across his face, the melancholy in it enough to break his heart, “Where do I go from here, Aaron? How do I go to work on Monday knowing my partner, my friend, thinks those things about me?” 

“Well, I’ve got it on good authority that your boss has a soft spot for you,” he says, running his fingers through her hair, “So he can make sure you don’t get partnered with him for a while.” 

She pulls back to look at him, “I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“You aren’t asking me I’m happy to do it for you if it makes your life even a little bit easier,” he rubs a soothing circle on her back, “And I have a feeling Derek won’t try and argue it either.” He says, and she bites the inside of her cheek, sure that she should just put up with it, but Aaron carries on, “There are some benefits to being the boss, sweetheart. And it’s not just the office with a front row view of your desk,” he pauses as she laughs, the sound easing something in his chest, the melody of it filling the space around his heart, “I can do this for you.” 

She’s nodding before she even knows she’s going to agree, and she leans in to stamp her lips against his, “Okay. Thank you.” 

“You have got to stop thanking me for looking after you,” he says softly, winking at her when she fails to hide a smile, “I like doing it.” 

She settles against him, drawing warmth and comfort from the safety of his arms. She’s not sure how long they sit there in silence. How long he trails his fingers up and down her arm, the calluses on his thumb catching on an old scar he’d heard her get years ago when she was thrown against a mirror by a long-dead monster. It feels like he’s trying to heal her bit by bit, that the soft press of his rough skin against hers is undoing everything that ever came before him, and on some level, she thinks he is. He’s providing everything she never knew how to ask for, everything she still didn’t know how to ask for, and she never wanted him to stop. 

 “We never ate the pizza,” she says eventually, the sound of his belly rumbling breaking through the silence they had fallen into. She scrunches her nose up, “It’s probably stone cold by now.” 

“You’re not a fan of cold pizza?” He asks, and she grimaces and shakes her head. 

“It reminds me too much of college and bad decisions.” 

He chuckles, “We can order another one.” 

“I need to find my phone,” she says, making no attempt to move, far too comfortable pressed against him, and he smiles as he pulls his phone from his sweatpants.

“Here,” he says as he hands it to her, “Order what you want. You can even get one of those disgusting dessert pizzas you like.” 

She rolls her eyes at him, “They aren’t disgusting. They are just glorified cookies.” 

“Then they shouldn’t call them pizzas.”

She presses her lips together to try and contain a smile, the beautiful and simple domesticity of it all almost misplaced after the day she’d had. But she thinks maybe that’s the point - that she could have a terrible awful day and still have this to come to, that she no longer had to sit in the darkness by herself. 

She smiles as she unlocks his phone and is met by his wallpaper. It’s a picture of the two of them and Jack, the little boy in her arms and both of them in Aaron’s, all standing together in the park with wide smiles on their faces. Aaron had been taking photos of her and Jack, and a stranger offered to take one of all three of them, her smile kind as she told them they were a beautiful family. None of them had corrected her, because thats what they were. A family. Or at least the building blocks of one. She’d make fun of him for it, gently tease him and call him sentimental, if she didn’t have the same picture set as her wallpaper too. 

She frowns curiously at an email she can see on his screen, a dispatch notification from a homeware store she knows isn’t cheap, and she turns her head to look at him, tilting the phone so he can see it too. 

“What did you order?” 

“Oh,” he says, clearing his throat, his dimples standing out as his cheeks flush with embarrassment, “I bought new pillows. You said mine hurt your neck, so I ordered new ones.” 

She stares at him for a moment, her mouth hanging open as she huffs out a laugh, “When? We only got back from the case this afternoon and you haven’t been home yet?” 

He tugs her closer, his lips against her temple as he hides a smirk against her skin, “There’s this amazing thing called the internet, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it. They should arrive tomorrow - I bought the same ones you have.” 

She pulls back to look at him, his phone in a loose grip in her hand, and she presses her lips together, entirely unsure what to say in response. “Those are expensive, Aaron.”

He shrugs like the price of them hadn’t occurred to him, “You and your comfort when you’re at my place are worth it.” 

She kisses him because it’s the only thing she can think of doing, and she rests her forehead against him, her nose knocking against his, “I love you.” 

He furrows his brow, “Because of the pillows?”

“No,” she replies, rolling her eyes at him, “Well, yes. But not just because of the pillows,” she says, “Because of everything,” she runs her fingers through his hair, “I love you because you’re you.” 

He smiles and kisses her, his lips catching the corner of hers, “I love you because you’re you too,” he looks at her, his eyes searching hers and finding the lingering sadness left behind by the last few days and the lack of a resolution that she so desperately wanted, “Everything will be okay, sweetheart. It might take some time. But it will be okay.” 

She nods and rests her head against his chest, her forehead pressed against his neck as she tries to get as close to him as she can, his warmth and the safety that always came with it giving her all the things she’d never had before. 

A home. Reassurance. And the love she’d spent a lifetime chasing, 

“I know,” she says, turning her head to kiss him, her lips catching his jaw, “How could it not be? I have you.” 

-x-

NB: I know some of you were hoping for an Aaron/Derek altercation, but it didn't feel right for Aaron's character and also it's absolutely not what Emily needs. She needs her man to be a supportive king!!

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Hangman's Joke: An Eddie Munson x Reader Halloween Special (The Crow AU) Part Three

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Part Three

October 30th, 1992

Word spreads quickly through the town about Tommy, a frantic phone call from Carol to the police setting the horrific discovery into motion. She didn’t waste a second to call everybody she could think of to spread the word, sending a shiver of fear through everyone who dared pick up in these late hours of the night. Good, you think bitterly to yourself. They thought Eddie and I were something to fear before? I’ll fucking show them. 

You’ve been laying low for a bit, waiting for the news to draw out your next victim. The crow has directed you to bide your time, in some innate way that doesn’t require words. It’s a sense you get, primitive and instinctual. Not yet, but soon. Very soon. So, you’ve been hiding out a couple of alleys over, leaning against your beloved Karma, lingering closeby to hear the sirens, to see the flashing red and blue zoom past the gaps between buildings. You playfully spin one of the twin blades in your hand, the other gently stroking the corvid who currently rests on your handlebars. The bird appears to enjoy the affection, taking it as a sign of respect for guiding you on this journey. Its silky feathers slip under your fingertips as you pet it, an approving caw leaving its beak every so often. 

Shortly after the cavalry shows up, it’s finally time to go. The crow hops onto your shoulder once again, flapping its wings to propel itself the short distance. You swing a leg over your bike, kicking her engine on with one easy shove of your foot, and roar off to the end of the alleyway. You turn in the opposite direction of the scene, heading to the far side of town. Where Steve Harrington is currently calling up his old basketball buddies with the knowledge of Tommy’s death, and plans to host an impromptu memorial consisting of beers and shallow words.

“Thanks for coming, guys. I know Tommy would be happy to see you all here.” Steve says, cracking open his beer in the deserted cul-de-sac he and his buddies have met up at for the evening. There’s six of them here tonight, including himself. There would have been more, if it wasn’t so late. He takes a long gulp of his drink, his ears barely even acknowledging the words of condolences the other men offer to him. All he can think about was the call he got from Carol earlier this evening. He swears he could hear her tears on the other end, how afraid she was. She wasn’t really making any sense, her words were spilling over one another in a distraught babble. What he could make out was something about an intruder, a woman in dark clothes and makeup, and the threats this stranger made. It wasn’t much later that the police confirmed the worst. Tommy is dead, and Steve’s hand trembles as he contemplates who may have done this. The only person who fits Carol’s nearly incoherent description, is someone who has no business walking around. Not when Steve and his friends put her in the ground exactly one year ago. 

“You okay, man? You’re looking a little pale.” One of his former teammates, Patrick, speaks up.

“Yeah. I’m good. It’s nothing.” Steve waves him off, finishing his drink. He crushes the can once it’s empty, tossing it into the street carelessly. He reaches for another right away, needing to soothe his nerves. If the whacked-out theory he has is true, he’s probably somewhere on the hit list. He only hopes that he’s wrong.

“So, who do you think did it?” Barry, another former athlete (who most certainly peaked in high school), questions. An uncertain look is shared among the group, a couple shrugs sprouting from their shoulders.

“Dude!” Steve scolds, slapping Barry’s chest with the back of his hand. “Shit, have some respect!” 

“Sorry, I’m just saying what everybody’s thinking.” Barry retorts sheepishly.

“Alright. Why don’t you tell us who you think did it, then?” Steve gives the other man a shove, sending him backwards a few steps, their shoes scraping against the wet asphalt.

“Relax, Harrington. He didn’t mean anything by it.” Patrick steps in, attempting to diffuse the situation. 

“No, I want him to answer me!” Steve keeps going, spilling his beer as he pushes Barry again. Barry’s hands come up in surrender, regretting saying anything at all.

“Dude, chill out! We’re just here to have a few drinks and remember our friend.” Patrick continues, placing a hand on either man’s shoulder. His eyes glance between them, in an effort to avoid a fight. Steve glares at Barry for a solid minute, debating whether he should sock the little shit in the jaw or not. His eyes flick to Patrick, finding sympathy from his friend. He elects not to take his unresolved anger out on Barry, not particularly in the mood for a fight anyway.

“Fine.” Steve scoffs, backing away to lean against his car. He takes another swig, becoming much drunker than he’d like. Or perhaps not drunk enough. His fear-addled mind can’t quite decide if keeping his wits would be wiser, or if he’s better off three sheets to the wind. Whatever, it’s not like a fuckin’ ghost of murder’s past is gonna visit me tonight, he thinks smugly to himself. 

“Sorry, man. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Barry apologizes.

“It’s fine. Morbid curiosity, right?” Steve waves him off with a smile, his words slightly slurred now. “Don’t sweat it.” He claps his hand on Barry’s shoulder in a friendly manner. “Now, we may as well hear this little theory of yours. Have at it.” He adds, his demeanor changing on a dime.

“Nah, man. Really. Let’s just drop it.” Barry says uneasily, shaking his head.

“I insist.” Steve squeezes him hard, leaning in closer with a deadly stare. “Out with it.” He snarls. None of the other men get in the way this time. There’s a reason Steve is considered one of the leaders of the pack. And god help anyone who gets on his bad side.

“Well, I mean…” Barry starts, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. He sighs, continuing despite his instincts telling him otherwise. “It’s gotta be Carol, right? She’s the one who saw him last.” 

“No way, man. She wouldn’t do that. Besides, she’s the one who called me. She was a total mess.” Steve dispels this idea immediately, refusing to think the girl could be capable of anything like this.

“I dunno, dude. It’s almost always the girlfriend in these scenarios.” Barry says with certainty.

“Read a lot about crimes of passion, do you?” Steve retorts, rolling his eyes.

“Well, no!” Barry blurts. “Since you seem so sure, who do you think did it?” He turns the question back onto Steve, crossing his arms.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what I think.” Steve laughs, shaking his head. He polishes off his drink, already heading for a third.

“Why not?” Patrick asks curiously, just as the roar of a motorcycle slowly approaches the group of men. They all turn their tipsy heads to follow the sound, temporarily blinded by the bright headlight as its mysterious rider comes to a stop. The stranger kills the ignition, the light mercifully fading away in the dark. The shape of a young woman is revealed, though the sudden exposure has left their vision spotty and unfocused.

“Cuz Stevie here doesn’t think you believe in ghosts.” You answer the question on Steve’s behalf, climbing off the back of Karma and strutting over to the men. The crow leaves your shoulder, flying upwards to rest in a tree beside the curb of the cul-de-sac. You’re a bit outnumbered, but it won’t really be a problem. Not this time. Six against one sounds plenty fair to you at the moment.

“Who the hell are you?” Barry asks dumbly, rubbing his eyes and blinking a couple of times. 

“I’ve been hearing that a lot today. Guess I didn’t make as much of an impact on this town as I thought.” You chuckle, bringing yourself further into the dim yellow glow of the street lights. “Allow me to refresh your memory.” You say darkly, a grin spreading across your lips. You command the memories of the torment these young men inflicted upon you to come forth, and flood their own minds. All of them fall to their knees, gripping their skulls, except for Steve. Given the terrified expression on his face, and how he’s turned white as a sheet, he definitely remembers you. He’s frozen in place, still gripping the unopened beer he just grabbed from the pack in his hand. 

You allow him to stand in horror as his friends are shown every last thing they ever did or said to you and Eddie, but from your perspective. Every shove against the lockers, every lewd comment, every punch, kick, and slap. They feel it all. And that’s just the four years of hell they subjected you to in high school. It only gets worse, more painful, when the adult memories come crashing down on them. The dead animals, the threatening calls, the graffiti. They’re consumed by fear and hopelessness, tears springing from their eyes as they cry out for it all to stop. You laugh at their pleas, glancing at each one of them with not an ounce of pity in your chest. They all scream and claw at the ground, begging for the torment to end. But it shall not come, not until you’ve accomplished what you came here for. The men are squirming on the damp pavement now, getting a healthy dose of the nightmares you endured for months because of them. 

“Doesn’t feel so good to be on the receiving end now, does it?” You ask bitterly, expecting no answer besides the pathetic noises these unfortunate excuses for human beings are making. You leave them to their mental mangling, turning your attention to Steve, the true prize you’re after. “I’m guessing you don’t need the crash course, huh, Harrington?”

“You…you can’t be…” Steve says in exasperation, hoping it’s just the booze getting to him. 

“And yet, here I am! In the flesh and everything!” You reply dramatically, arms held out wide as you do a full circle to let him get a good look at you. “Turns out being wrongfully accused, tortured, and murdered has its perks! Who knew?” You let out a bellowing laugh, dropping your arms once you’re facing him again. 

“This can’t-can’t be happening. You’re一” Steve whimpers, truly hoping that this is all some fucked up dream. 

“Dead? Yeah, I know. We covered that already. You never were a sharp one, were you, Stevie? Certainly not in Mrs. Click’s class.” You speak casually, enjoying every second spent freaking Harrington out more than the last. He’s damn near on the brink of pissing himself, and wouldn’t that be a sight to see? You pull out a cig from the pack in your pocket, sticking it between your dark red lips. You flick your lighter, inhaling deeply as the end begins to burn. “So, did you want to bother putting up a fight? Or should I just kill you now?” You ask as you exhale the smoke, kind of hoping for the former. It’ll make the inevitable end result all the more satisfying.

“You’re crazy! This isn’t happening! It’s all gotta be a dream! I drank too much, and I passed out on someone’s couch! I’ll wake up tomorrow with a killer hangover, and none of this will be real!” Steve babbles anxiously, shaking his head as he attempts to convince himself that all you are is an alcohol-induced nightmare.

“Flattering as it is to be the girl of your dreams, Steve, I’m afraid this isn’t something you’re gonna wake up from.” You reply impishly, pulling one of the knives from your pocket, preparing for round two. 

“You can’t be serious.” Steve scoffs. “I’m not gonna fight you! You’re not real!” He insists, stalking over to you. He looms over you with a familiar fury in his eyes. “You’re dead! You can’t hurt me!” He shouts in your face, expecting you to flinch or fade away like a dreamland boogeyman.

“You sure about that?” You ask, unfazed by his apish exertions. You run your finger along the edge of your silver blade as you speak, an eerie glow of mischief filling your pupils. “How about we test that theory?” You suddenly swipe the knife through the air, just barely nicking Steve’s ear.

“Ah, shit.” He hisses, taking a step back as he feels the blood drip warmly down to his chin. He reaches up to touch the cut, looking at his red-wetted fingers with wide eyes. The cold wind of the night stings the wound, and he realizes that this whole situation is very real. “Fuck.” He murmurs, meeting your keen stare. His mouth sits open in shock, waiting for his fight or flight to kick in. Either option is better than standing here like an idiot, while a woman he’s known to be deceased brandishes a deadly weapon at him.

“Am I real enough for you yet?” You ask with a cackle, lunging forward to strike him again. He jumps back, your blade just barely missing his chest. You swing your arm the opposite way to try again, and he dodges you once more. A third attempt brings the same result. “You’re pretty quick, Harrington.” You chuckle, more than happy for the challenge. “Tommy barely even put up a fight. Let’s see if you can do better.” You taunt him, reaching in your pocket to pull out the matching blade to the one in your grasp. You back away a couple steps, tossing the spare knife onto the ground. “Pick it up.” You order him, taking on a fighting stance. It’s a bit cruel, playing with him like this when you already know you’ll win. Like a black widow luring the unsuspecting fly into her web. But you’re sure Harrington’s own ego will get the best of him, the masculine need for competition that runs deep within his veins. Veins you intend to split wide open when you conquer him in this farcical battle.

“This is insane.” Steve comments, bending down to pick up the weapon you’ve provided. He imitates your position, arms held out while crouching slightly. “Let’s do this, you crazy bitch.” He sneers, already convinced he’ll come out on top. You are just a lowly woman, after all, no match for a man of his athletic prowess. Or so he thinks. “Ladies first.” He gestures at you to make the first move.

“What a gentleman.” You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. You lunge forward, slashing the sleeve of Steve’s windbreaker with ease. The layers of fabric split apart, all the way down through his taut flesh. Ruby red spills forth in a steady stream, darkening his clothes. “Your turn, pretty boy.” You smirk, awaiting his move.

“Fuckin’ bitch! It’s gonna feel just as good killing you the second time!” Steve yells through gritted teeth, lumbering into your space and stabbing you directly between your breasts. 

“Fuck!” You cry out. The blade hurts like a bitch going in, and thick, black blood oozes out of you, but you stay standing. 

Steve’s eyes go wider than before, gazing in horror as you don’t fall lifeless to the ground. “What the fuck?” He nearly whispers, watching as you grab hold of the handle sticking from your flesh, and slowly pull it back out. 

“Shit.” You wince as the knife feels just as bad coming out, looking down at the thick gash left behind. To your surprise (and Steve’s), the hole slowly closes up, the only evidence of a stab being the blood-soaked rip in your shirt. You look up at Steve, letting out an ungodly laugh of amusement at the discovery that you appear to be immortal. Well, at least for tonight. “Tough luck, Stevie! Looks like I’m not the one dying tonight!” You continue to crack up in an unnerving, borderline maniacal manner, grabbing Steve by the collar of his sweat-soaked shirt and driving him backwards in your iron grasp. You walk him all the way into the side of his car, his helpless form letting out a pathetic grunt as he meets the cold metal exterior. You hold him firmly against the vehicle, deciding that the time for fun and games has long since passed.

“No. No, this can’t be happening. Please, no. No, no, no.” Steve blubbers, unable to do much else. Any amount of fight he could put up won’t do any good. His body has given up, his mind following close behind. He frantically looks upon his friends, all of which are still useless piles of moans and screams writhing on the ground. They’ll be no help to him now.

“Say hi to Tommy for me.” You say in a sickly-sweet tone, still tittering with delight. Steve watches wordlessly as you lean in to press a big kiss to his cheek, your dark lipstick left behind on his pale skin. You pull back, and slice the man’s throat wide open with a flourish of your blade. 

“Fuck.” Steve gasps as blood begins to gush from his gaping neck, his hands attempting miserably to cover the spray. The liquid lands warmly on the both of you, soaking through every layer in a shower of viscera. You watch with amusement as the life drains from his eyes, though your laughter has ceased now. He gargles and chokes, the sounds becoming the most beautiful music to your ears. A single tear spills from his left eye, a souvenir you decide to take for yourself. You swipe it off with your finger as it rolls down toward his cheek, and bring it to your lips. Your gaze locks onto his weaker one as you lick your finger clean. The salty taste of misery overtakes you, damn near euphoric as you savor his suffering. A sound that would be a whimper escapes him in a rough garble, his brows downturning in despair. He stops struggling shortly after, limbs barely twitching anymore as the blood loss slows down. You wait patiently for him to go still, dropping him to the ground in a lifeless heap just before his bowels release. 

“Two down. Two to go.” You comment to yourself, taking the still-lit cigarette from your lips and flicking the ash that’s grown an inch long during your sparring. The other men fall silent, left unconscious as you mercifully release them from their torment. Perhaps they’ll wake up a little less cruel in the morning, though you highly doubt it. The crow swoops down from the tree where it sat to bear witness to your second act of revenge, returning to your outstretched hand. You pick up your weapons, give them a decent enough wipe down, and put them back where they belong inside your coat. You’re just about to turn around and hop back onto Karma to lay low for the night, when you hear a vehicle coming down the end of the road. You turn to see two headlights, and the outline of Hopper’s truck. “Oh, shit.” You mutter, flicking your smoke away and dashing ahead towards your bike.

“Police! Stop right there!” Hopper bellows, slowly climbing out of his vehicle with his gun drawn. He can’t believe what he’s seeing right now. He was just on his way home when there was a call about an altercation in this neighborhood. The other officers are still busy processing the Hagan scene, so it was up to him to check it out. And now here he is, on the anniversary of your death, staring down what can only be the ghost of you. With blood all over your face and hands, standing a mere few feet away from what looks like the Harrington boy laying on the ground with his throat slashed open. His weapon points at you, but he has no intention of pulling the trigger. In fact, he’s so dumbfounded by this scene, that he can’t move at all. “Y/N?” He asks hopefully, his voice breaking just a little. He hopes his mind isn’t playing tricks on him. He needs you to be back, for you to know he did everything he could to help you.

Taking your chance while Hopper’s trapped in a stupor, you run to your motorcycle, rushing to start her up as your heart pounds in your chest. You didn’t want to see him, not like this. Not after what you’ve done, what you still have to do. You kick Karma back on, and speed out of there as fast as you possibly can, ignoring Jim as he calls after you over the roar of the engine. Your hands tremble around the handlebars, your stomach twisting with guilt at the awful mess you’ve left your friend to clean up. Tears stream from your eyes as you run, run, run, back to the place where you hope he doesn’t come looking for you. Oh, what he must think of you after catching you in the aftermath. How disappointed, how disgusted he must be. You’re not the sweet girl he caught getting hot and heavy with Eddie in the cemetery all those years ago. Not anymore. That girl was snatched away from this world, long before her time. Now, you’re this. This unkillable, inhuman monster, whose only goal is revenge. And what a tremendous shame that is.

You come to a screeching halt outside your abandoned apartment building, nearly toppling over as you kill the engine. You manage to keep yourself upright, stepping off of Karma’s back with trembling legs. You hurry to pull the motorcycle behind the dead bushes out front, to hide it away from Hopper in case he comes looking for you. You’re stealthy enough on foot, able to hide around doorways and silently sneak through the halls if it comes down to it. You can’t let him find you, he’ll undoubtedly try to stop you from fulfilling your duty to Eddie, and to yourself. And you can’t allow that to happen. 

You head inside to stay out of sight, surely there’ll be a town-wide manhunt assembled and sent after you soon. You’re assured by your feathered friend that the time will come for your final act, you just have to wait a little bit longer. It should be safe here, nobody is meant to be around, and certainly no one will dare come sneaking in after news of your vengeful crimes spreads in the light of day. It’s a strange feeling, using the rumor mill that quite literally got you killed to your advantage. You suppose it’s the ultimate form of payback, giving the gossipers and finger-pointers something of substance to scream about for once. Because it’s no longer about superficial fear anymore, unfounded claims and lack of evidence. No, there’s plenty of cold, hard proof now. Hawkins wanted to label you and Eddie as the resident boogeymen, and you plan on making them all severely regret that decision. 

You step inside your apartment, thankful to not be bombarded by an onslaught of memories this time. The crow jumps from your shoulder to the kitchen counter, to keep watch as you rest your weary body. Satisfying as murder is, it takes a hell of a toll. You feel like you could sleep for centuries, and still need a few hours extra afterwards. There’s much left to be done, and you’re going to need all the energy you can get. You walk lazily down the hallway, taking notice of some damp footprints on the carpet. It appears you have an intruder. You cautiously approach the bedroom door that’s slightly ajar, peeking through the crack. You see a small form laying on your bed, the hood of their jacket pulled over their head. 

You slowly pull out one of the knives from your pocket, hoping you don’t need to use it beyond scaring off whoever this kid is. You push the door open as quietly as you can, and avoid crunching on the broken glass under your feet. You slip into the room, and get a better look at the child. They’re nearly soaked from head to toe from the rain, shivering in their red jacket and jeans as their arms cross over their chest in an attempt to stay warm. Light whimpers escape the kid’s mouth, freezing in this dank room that has no heat. You take a step closer, wanting to get a look at their face. You trip over something on the floor, tumbling over yourself and onto the carpet with a low grunt.

“Shit.” You wince, looking back to see what caused you to fall. You find a skateboard, the paint chipped and wheels worn down a good few layers of rubber. You’d recognize it anywhere, and you realize who’s been sleeping in your musty old bed. “Max?” You whisper, not wanting to wake her.

You hear Max stir and sit up, though she can’t see you as you’re pressed against the end of the bed. “Y/N?” She asks hopefully, rubbing her eyes. She looks around for you, noticing her skateboard tottering back and forth on the floor. Someone is here, and she needs so badly for it to be you. You don’t reply at first, thinking maybe she’ll write off the commotion as a stray cat, or the wind, or something. Then you can slip out once she leaves or goes back to sleep. “Y/N, please. I need to know that you’re here.” She says sadly, the words stabbing into your chest, more painful than the blow you received from Steve earlier tonight. “Please don’t hide from me. It’s been so awful without you here. You have no idea.” She continues tearfully, drawing a few drops from your own eyes as well.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You finally answer, startling yourself with your own voice. You stand up from your hiding place, keeping your back turned to Max. You can’t let her see you like this, all covered in blood. Steve and Tommy’s blood. “You need to go home, Max.” You say, masking your own sadness as best you can.

“I knew it! I knew you were alive!” Max says excitedly, hopping off the bed and hurrying over to you. You feel her arms wrap around you from behind, and it only makes everything hurt that much more. 

“Max, please. Just go.” You repeat yourself, stifling a sob. You want more than anything to turn around and hug her back, to tell her how sorry you are for not being around when she needs you. “Your mom’s probably looking for you.” You pull away from her as gently as you can, luckily it seems none of the blood smeared from you and onto her own innocent hands.

“Why won’t you look at me? You’ve been gone a whole year, Y/N. I just want to see you, please.” Max pleads, getting more upset than she’d like. She feels like a silly little baby, begging to see you when she never thought she would again, seconds away from falling to her knees and screaming for what she wants. But what else can she do? You’re who she’s been waiting for all night, and you’re denying her this one simple thing. “Y/N please! I have to see you so I know I’m not crazy, and that this isn’t a dream!” Her tone grows more desperate, the sound tying your stomach in knots. 

It’s not fair, you shouldn’t have to choose between preserving her rosy image of you, or showing her the ugly truth. Why couldn’t you have been brought back to say one last goodbye? Why couldn’t you have just not died at all? Why must it be this way? Have you not suffered enough cruelty? Must you suffer more in damaging what little Max has left to remember of you? You’re stuck in place, bloodied fists balled at your sides, unable to make this impossible decision. Tell her to go away, or show her the monster you’ve become. Either way, you break her heart. You curse that damned crow for bringing this whole ordeal upon you, for forcing you into what can only be described as a trap. Fuck you, you stupid bird. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask you for a damn thing. You should’ve just left me alone, in the fucking ground. You’re sure the crow can hear your spiteful thoughts, and pays them no mind. You can’t possibly be the first person to be a bit upset with this little arrangement.

“I’m not dumb, you know.” Max says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “I know you killed Tommy, that’s why I even came over here. I was with Hop, and he got a call through the radio. And I knew it had to be you, or Eddie. It couldn’t be anybody else.” She explains, sounding more wise beyond her years than she has any right to be. She steps closer to you, unafraid of what you’ve done. “He had it coming, if it makes you feel any better.” She adds with a shrug, the matter-of-fact way she says it nearly makes you burst into laughter.

“It doesn’t. But I don’t really have a choice about that.” You reply with a small smile, shifting your feet as you still debate how to go about this. “I want to see you, too, Max. I just…you shouldn’t have to see me like this. I’ve made quite a mess.” You speak delicately, hoping she doesn’t notice your hands stained with deep, sticky crimson in the moonlight pouring through the window.

“I can get you a towel, if you want to clean up.” Max offers, thinking little of it. She sees the drips of blood landing on the floor, and the only thing she wishes for is that it isn’t yours.

“That would be great.” You answer, nodding your head. She leaves the room, fetching a towel from the bathroom. She shakes out the dust as best she can, and brings it back to you. “Thanks.” You say as the fabric meets your fingers, wiping your hands with the towel first. The rain has diluted the blood a bit, making it easier to wipe away. You go over to the mirror to check your face, making sure Max doesn’t peek. You can see her sitting on the bed again in the shattered reflection, twiddling her fingers in boredom. You wipe the viscera away from your face, smudging your makeup along with it. It forms a grim mask on your skin now, twisted and morphed. Fitting, given what the last few hours have done to you on the inside. You toss the towel away, and finally turn to face your friend.

Max looks up at you, her face blooming into a relieved smile. She comes over to you, giving  you a proper hug this time. You don’t hesitate to return it, squeezing her tight in your arms. “I missed you so much, Y/N.” She says, muffled against your chest.

“I missed you too, Max.” You reply softly, stroking her damp hair. Her body heat warms you, but her shivering has only gotten worse. “You’re freezing, kiddo.” You say with worry, looking down at her as she clings to you.

“Don’t care. You’re more important than being warm.” Max says, sounding like a stubborn child again.

“I’m dead, sweetie. You’re not. I don’t want you to get sick. Let’s see if there’s anything here for you to change into, at least.” You suggest, and she nods to agree. Much as she doesn’t want to let you go, she can barely feel her fingers and toes. You pull away, taking a look in the closet for some dry clothes. There’s not much left over after what you took for yourself. One of Eddie’s old band shirts, some jeans, and a hoodie with a broken zipper is all you can manage, but it should be enough to get Max to stop shivering. “Here, go put these on.” You give the clothing to her, and she goes to the bathroom once more to put them on. Her hands struggle to peel the near-frozen wet clothes she has on, but the feeling slowly returns to her fingers as she gets changed. She puts her wet clothes into her backpack to take home later, and returns to your side. “Better?” You ask.

“Yeah, thanks. I was probably gonna freeze to death in here.” She says.

“You still might. You really should get home.” You go over to the window, peeking outside to see a couple cops cars with sirens flashing speeding down the road. You hold your breath until they pass by, thankful none of them turn into the lot out front. “I’d take you on Karma myself, but the cops are lookin’ for me.” You add with a sigh.

“Have you seen Hopper yet?” Max asks curiously.

“Uh, yeah. He caught me red-handed after I一” You cut yourself off, almost blurting out that you killed Harrington. She’ll probably hear about it later anyway, but it doesn’t have to come from you.

“Did you talk to him?” Max questions, ignoring what she knows you were going to say. That you killed another one of the men who murdered you. Part of her wishes you would’ve come right out and said it. She’s not a baby, she can handle it. But the other part is a little afraid of how she might feel if she hears you talk so casually about taking someone’s life. It could very possibly soil the image she’s held of you in spite of what others in this town may think. Perhaps ignorance is bliss, in this case.

“No…” You trail off, looking down at your feet. The shame you felt when you first met Jim’s disbelieving stare comes back in full force, remembering how shocked his face looked to see you covered in blood. “I-I ran off.” You finish, refusing to look Max’s way again.

“You should go see him. I know he’d want you to.” She replies, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Funny how kids do that.

“I can’t. Not after…everything.” You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes at the idea. 

“You thought you couldn’t face me either, but you have. Hop will understand, Y/N. He loves you so much, just as much as I do. He worked so hard to protect you, and fight for you. The least you can do is let him see you.” Max speaks emphatically, not taking no for an answer. Her arms are crossed, her brows furrowed in determination. So grown up, you think to yourself.

“When did you get so smart?” You ask as you crack a smile through your tears.

“I learned from the best.” Max laughs, throwing herself around you again. You hold her tight, letting the both of you have this happy moment, a welcome break from the doom and gloom that comes with revenge. You’ll do as she says once you send her home, and give Jim a visit. An explanation wouldn’t hurt, right?

Hopper’s lost inside his own head as the Harrington crime scene is getting wrapped up. Steve’s been bagged and wheeled off to the coroner, the other men were checked out and had statements taken. They all said the same thing, a young woman with dark hair and clothes approached them on her motorcycle, and from there it’s all a blur. They mentioned seeing visions of some sort, but none of it really made any sense. Officers took note of it regardless, but it’ll surely be dismissed later on as drunken ramblings. All Jim can focus on, however, is the image of Y/N standing before him, holding up her bloodied hands as he pointed his gun at her. She looked so afraid, and ashamed. He has no damn idea what she’s doing back here, or how it’s even possible. He wishes she would’ve stuck around to shed some light on the subject. But given how quickly she hightailed it out of here, he doubts he’ll see her again. All he’ll get as a sign that she’s still around is a few more bodies, he guesses. 

“We’re all set here, Chief. You ready to head out?” Powell says as the other officers pile into their vehicles to go home for the evening.

“More than ready. We’ll work on typing up reports tomorrow, it’s been a long night.” Jim replies, lighting up his sixth cigarette of the evening. It’s been a helluva last couple hours, two murders in one night and all. Not to mention wrangling with witnesses, neighbors, and looky-loos. It’s a wonder he hasn’t been swarmed with reporters yet. That shitstorm will most likely hit tomorrow morning, just as he heads into the station to sort out this whole mess. Everyone is going to want answers, and he’ll have very few to give. That never leaves the general public feeling very ‘served and protected’, unfortunately. But he can’t exactly go on the six o’clock news and put out a statement about an undead suspect exacting her revenge, now, can he? They’ll have his badge for that, maybe even throw him in the looney bin.

“You can say that again. Have a good night, boss.” Powell says with a sigh, recognizing that haggard look on Hopper’s face. The same one he wore during the satanic panic debacle last year, and the Munson murders. His boss tends to put extra pressure on himself, and each difficult case only seems to add to the weight. In Powell’s opinion, the man needs a goddamn vacation.

“See you in the morning.” Hopper replies, nodding. He tosses his smoke away, climbing into his truck to finally drive home and pass the hell out on his couch. Fuck knows his feet won’t carry him far enough to reach the bed. 

Jim spends the drive once again preoccupied with the litany of thoughts swirling around inside his head, relying on muscle memory to make it back to his place. Rain falls in a lazy pitter patter on the windshield, the wipers swiping back and forth keep him in his trance. The wheel steers in his hands absently, his feet following along to step on the gas or press the brakes. None of it is nearly as significant as the moment that’s been burned into his recent memory. Y/N’s undead face staring back at him, before she quickly disappeared on her beloved Karma. Hopper can’t help it, torturing himself with the image, knowing he failed her, failed them both. 

As a familiar sting threatens to take hold in his throat and eyes, he finds the truck brought to a stop outside his home on the edge of the lake. Clearing his throat, he gets out of the vehicle and goes inside for the night. He doesn’t even notice a certain stolen motorcycle stashed behind a couple of thick trees near the side of the house. He goes up the steps, his only light being that of the full moon, and unlocks the front door. He heads inside, navigating the pitch black interior of the house. He tosses his hat and coat aside, letting out a long sigh he didn’t realize he’d been holding for a good hour at least.

“Long night?” A voice says from the darkness, startling Jim. 

“Who’s there?” He draws his gun, pointing it in the direction of the sofa. His heart pounds in his chest, hoping the voice was all in his head. A lamp beside the couch clicks on, revealing the one person he never thought he’d see again. 

“Don’t shoot, officer!” You say with a laugh, playfully putting your hands up.

“Jesus, Y/N, You can’t scare me like that!” Hopper chuckles, forgetting the impossible circumstances of the situation. For a moment, it’s like you never left. The two of you sharing a silly joke, just like old times. But when he gets a real look at you, with your rain-drenched hair and smudged makeup, it hits him like a mack truck speeding down the freeway. “Is this really happening?” He asks, holstering his weapon though he stays standing. 

“‘Fraid so, Hop. No one wishes more than me that it wasn’t.” You answer regretfully, your smile falling away.

“Why is it happening?” Jim questions.

“I think you know the answer to that, Jim.” You reply, giving him a serious look as you stand. “I’m doing what no one else can. Getting justice for me and Eddie.” You add, coming off more angry than you’d prefer. You aren’t here to accuse him of not doing everything he could for you, you know deep down he wouldn’t be so careless. But the frustration is there, nonetheless.

“I did what I could, Y/N. This wasn’t just another case to me, you damn well know that.” Hopper retorts defensively. 

“Of course I do! I’m not mad at you! I’m furious with this goddamn town! It’s their fault that we’re dead! It’s their fault that I had to crawl out of my own fucking grave, that I have to kill the sons of bitches who murdered us!” You yell, letting out all the things you’ve been feeling throughout the night and had nowhere to put them, besides the force of your blade. Tears spill from your eyes as you release it all, relieved to have Hopper here to listen to every last word. “We were supposed to have a life, Hop! With anniversaries and stupid fights, with kids of our own or even just a couple pets, with late night talks and growing older together! We were supposed to have it all! And they took it all away!” You’re sobbing now, falling to pieces before Jim’s bewildered eyes. Without a second thought, he comes over to you, pulling you into his arms to hug you tightly. Your knees give out beneath you, your arms quickly clinging to him. “It’s not fair.” You say weakly against his tan uniform.

“You’re right, Y/N. It’s not fair. I’m so sorry.” Hopper says as his own sadness takes over, eyes squeezing shut as you hold him tighter. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He says in a whispering coo, stroking your damp hair with his hand, ignoring the watery red spreading onto his palm. He holds you for as long as you need, more than grateful to once again be able comfort you the way he did when you were alive. “I wish I could've done so much more, for both of you.” Jim says once your wails cease. 

You pull back, looking up at him while shaking your head. “Don't blame yourself, Hop. You did everything you were able to. It’s not your fault our killers are privileged little assholes.” You scoff at that last bit, the idea of those four walking free still sends fury burning through you at the mere mention of it. “Sorry for running off, by the way. And for the mess I left behind.” You say sheepishly, pulling your smokes out to give your nervous hands something to do. Nice as it is to see Jim again, it’s awkward as hell to talk to him about your murderous rampage.

“Hey, can’t say I blame you. I would’ve done the same, if I could.” Hopper shrugs, not exactly heartbroken over two snotty jagoffs getting what they deserved. 

“So, you’re not gonna stop me?” You ask, lighting your cigarette.

“Don’t think I could, even if I wanted to try.” He replies, thinking over his next question. He doesn’t want to pry, it appears you’ve been through your own ordeal tonight. But a real explanation would be nice. “How did you come back?” He asks with a cocked eyebrow.

You let out a small sigh, exhaling a cloud of smoke with it. You gesture at the couch for him to sit, taking a seat alongside him. “I’m not really sure how it works.” You start, looking around for your feathered companion. Last you saw it was on top of the lamp you turned on once Hopper came in. It senses your request for its presence, fluttering over from the armchair.

“What the hell?” Hopper jumps slightly at the bird coming into view. “What’s that thing doing in here?” He asks, watching the corvid land on your waiting hand.

“This crow is how I came back, as far as I can tell. It’s been following me the whole time I’ve been back, and it showed me things.” You explain, earning a caw from the bird’s beak.

“What kind of things?” Jim asks, eyeing the bird wearily. He just hopes it won’t shit on his carpet.

“Memories. From that night.” You say, drawing his gaze back to you. A flash of sadness crosses his pupils. “It showed me other memories too, nicer ones.” You say softly. “It’s got some kind of connection to me somehow. I’m not really sure. But I can feel it. And it’s told me what I need to do, before I can finally be free from all this.”

“This thing can talk?” Hopper questions, looking as if he’s waiting for the bird to open its beak and say ‘howdy’.

“No. It’s just a feeling, like I know it deep down inside my chest.” You attempt to explain, realizing how whacked out it sounds. “I’ve been brought back, because I have to pay back what’s owed to the four of them. Their deaths.” The way you say this so seriously sends a chill up Jim’s spine, reminding him of his failed attempt at interrogating Hargrove. It feels different this time, though, because he’s not afraid of you the way he was of Billy. He’s afraid for you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt again, you’ve already been through more than enough.

“Y/N, I一” He starts, but you cut him off.

“I knew you’d try and talk me out of it.” You shake your head, scoffing. 

“That’s not very fair.” Hopper huffs. “Look, kid. I already lost you once, I don’t want that to happen again.” 

“You don’t get it.” You take another drag of your cig, exhaling the smoke harshly. “I’m only back here until the job is done. And I can handle myself. It’s not like I can die a second time.” The frustration grows again as you struggle to get him to understand.

“How do you know that?” Hopper asks skeptically.

“I’ll show you.” You reply, sighing as you fish out one of the knives from your pocket. You pull it from its sheath, and let your cigarette sit between your lips during this demonstration. You hold your free hand out in the light, showing Hopper your palm. “Watch.” You say simply, looking at him. He nods, though he’s a bit unnerved. You bring the knife towards your hand, making a deep cut across your palm. “Ah.” A small grunt leaves you at the sting, the blade slicing through your skin like butter.

“Y/N一” Jim winces, wondering what the hell you’re trying to prove.

“Just watch, goddamnit!” You snap, finishing the cut and lowering the knife. Hopper does as you say, staring at the almost black fluid that runs down your hand and into the sleeve of your jacket. He’s about to get up and look for some bandages, to end this mad display, when something very out of the ordinary begins to happen. His eyes widen as your wound slowly closes in on itself, the flesh pulling back together to repair the damage, until it looks like you were never cut at all.

“What the fuck?” Jim murmurs, unable to process what he’s just seen. 

“Yeah, that’s what Harrington said after stabbing me in the chest.” You comment, a bit too casually for Jim’s taste. But he supposes coming back from the dead (with the sole purpose of avenging your own murder) does something to a person. 

“Jesus christ, this is insane. I need a drink.” Hopper laughs nervously, feeling a little queasy. He gets up from the couch, leaving the room to head to the kitchen. “Want one?” He calls to you as he opens the refrigerator. The bright white light inside hurts his eyes, and he reaches for two bottles of beer in the door.

“Please.” You call back, stubbing out your cig in the ashtray on the coffee table. Jim returns with the drinks, the caps already popped off. He hands you one, his fingers brushing against your icy hand.

“You’re cold.” He observes aloud, surprised he didn’t notice before.

“Yeah, kinda comes with the territory of being a walking corpse, Hop.” You chuckle, taking a swig of your beer. It tastes more bitter than it should on your tongue, almost making you spit it out. You swallow it anyway, ignoring the cruel fact that there are few earthly pleasures this arrangement allows you to indulge in. At least cigarettes already tasted kind of terrible when you were alive. 

“Right.” He says awkwardly.

“Sorry, I’ll stop being so morbid. How have you been doin’, Jim?” You ask, more than happy to talk about something other than death for once.

“Not great, if I’m honest. I miss you guys all the time.” He says, taking a large swig from his bottle.

“I’ve missed you too. But you’ve gotten closer with Max, at least.” You reply, looking on the brighter side of things.

“You saw her?” He asks, the pieces clicking into place now, why she wanted to skate ‘home’ by herself after he got the call about Tommy.

“Yeah, she was waiting for me at the apartment.” You say with a smile.

“I knew the little shit was up to something!” Hopper laughs.

“Yeah, she’s much more willful than I remember.” You giggle.

“I wonder where she picked that up from.” Jim teases.

“Oh, please! You’re way more stubborn than I ever was!” You shove his shoulder playfully, the laughter growing within the two of you.

You and Hopper continue joking and reminiscing until the sun is starting to come up. It feels unbelievably good to put your mission aside, and have a short respite of happiness with an old friend. You share a few more beers and cigarettes, remembering the good old days as if no time has passed between now and then. The crow sits patiently in your lap as you converse with Jim, allowing you this much-needed time of rest. Hope is just as good of a motivator as fury, after all. Hope that, once this is all over, Hopper and Max will no longer have to bear the weight you and Eddie unintentionally placed on their shoulders. That they’ll only be left with the love and joy that was shared between all of you.

To Be Continued…

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Ternion Part II

Kishibe x Reader x Aki Hayakawa SMUT, Angst, Fluff, MDNI, 18+ only Ao3

Read Part 1 before this if you wanna know whats up (Mostly Aki x Reader, but fear not PART 3 is coming and it is going to get delicious and nasty so soon. Thank you guys so much for all the love on the first part, i hope you guys enjoy this just as much! see you in part 3) 7.4k words.

After the events of last night and the office run in this morning Aki comes over, hoping to clear up a few things. Things end up much more confusing.

Content Notes: SEX/SMUT, kissing, oral (both receiving), riding, smoking, dirty talk, masturbating in the shower, avoiding feelings, talk about cum like a lot, reader is described with female anatomy.

It was 8:30 when Hayakawa arrived at your apartment, his heart raced as he stared into the wood of your front door. He hadn’t chimed the doorbell yet, nor had he knocked. He stood outside, under the covered hallway of your apartment building. The night air cooled the back of his neck where nervous sweat had begun to gather. He had taken his hair down now, rushing home after work to shower and shamefully stroking his aching erection under the cool spray of the water. 

Why was he so turned on after seeing you and Kishibe in your office? 

The rest of the work day had been aging, he was unfocused, his mind occupied with his own selfish thoughts instead of focusing on the very real danger he was in near constantly. He had a new scratch on his face to show for it, two butterfly bandages keeping the skin of his left cheek sealed as it started to heal. The bruising had started to come in around it, red and purple clouds erupting around the cut. Today’s Devil had been low level but he couldn’t get out of his own head, if it weren’t for his team members he would have been in a lot worse shape. And yet, he couldn’t feel embarrassed or disappointed in himself, there wasn’t enough room in his head between the questions circling in his mind.

Should he bring it up to you? He should just ask, right? It’s fine. It’s casual. He just wanted to know. Was it weird he had stayed to watch? He was just in shock, right? Had Kishibe said anything to you after he left? Did Kishibe know about the two of you? Was there really anything to know? 

Aki sighed heavily, adjusting the canvas bag of ingredients on his shoulder. Just go inside. He told himself, raising his hand to your small doorbell. Just as he did, your door swung open. You stood before him looking as beautiful as ever. Hair undone from its work styling, comfortable but stylish clothing on your perfect, full body, your makeup from the day still intact but blurred slightly in its previous sharpness giving you a dreamy look. God, you are so beautiful. No wonder you had him in a tailspin. You smiled at him, showing him your pretty, perfect teeth. 

“Hey, I thought I heard you stewing out here.” You opened the door wider for him, before catching sight of his injured face, your eyes blew wide, reaching for his cheek, “oh Aki! What happened? Come in, come in.” 

You took the bag off his arm and ushered him inside quickly. 

“It’s nothing…I just lost my focus a bit today. Seriously, I didn’t even feel it.” He followed you in, removing his shoes at the door and shutting it behind him. 

It wasn’t true, he had felt it. It really fucking hurt, it still hurt, throbbing under the skin, stinging along the split itself. 

“It doesn’t look like nothing, sit down.” You flurried around him, effectively sheep-dogging him onto your couch, making him sit. 

You examined the wound closely, looking for any early signs of infection. It was raised and looked flushed, but that was to be expected as it was starting to heal. Aki hated that he enjoyed having you sore over him like this. It made him feel weak, to be cared for and to enjoy it so. As your eyes scanned over his injury, his stayed locked on yours, watching your large irises flick over every inch of his face. Your hands move over his shoulders as though you were patting him down.

“Did you get hurt anywhere else?” You asked before adding flirtatiously, “how easy should I go on you tonight?” 

The levity of your addition made him regain his breath in the form of a small laugh, “not at all. I’m really fine. It’s my own fault.” 

You smiled at him again, satisfied that he was okay and intact. You leaned forward and pecked his lips softly, butterflies emerged from their chrysalises as he felt your lips for the first time today. 

“Good.” You hummed still close to his lips before sitting back down in front of him, “why don’t you let me do the cooking for once? You already brought me coffee and you're injured. What did you bring anyway?” 

You started to dig into the canvas bag he had already forgotten about. 

“It’s just stuff for a vegetable curry. Let me do it, it won’t take long.” He knew it would take half the time if he cooked, and he already wanted to skip ahead to the desert. 

You weren’t much of a cook so you didn’t fight him on it, opting to make him and yourself drinks as he tutted about your small kitchen. You sat on the counter sipping the cocktail you had made for you both, only a little bit in his way as he tried to cook around you. He was a very fast cook, clean and efficient, as well as gifted in his flavors. He regularly made you meals worthy of being in the finest kitchens in the finest restaurants. If he hadn’t resigned himself to dying as a Devil Hunter you would try to convince him to pursue this instead. You admired him as he worked, he hadn’t pulled his hair back up, as he often did when cooking, opting to just tuck the shaggier parts behind his ears. He really was so handsome. His long, angular nose pointing straight down to his delicious, grapefruit pink lips. Those striking, stormy eyes so full of so much unknowable emotion, so unguarded in this rare moment of privacy. You watched his eyes so carefully when the two of you were alone, he was so different at work, colder and laser focused. Even when interacting with you at the office or in the field he gave no indication of the sparkling, tender gaze you could see here at home. 

You couldn’t stop looking at the fresh bruise and slice on his cheek. The one marring his perfect, fawn fresh skin. 

“So what had you so distracted today?” You sipped your drink crossing your ankles in front of you as they hung down from your perch. 

Aki stalled slightly before resuming his chopping, not facing you, “oh..just work. Nothing important.” 

You cocked your head a bit, “if it was important enough for you to potentially scar your perfect face, I can’t imagine it was nothing.” 

He turned to you with a sly smirk, “perfect face, huh?” 

Aki moved toward you, slotting himself between your legs, his arms on the outsides of your thighs, leaning his upper body towards yours. You allowed him in instantly, moving your hands around his neck. 

“Yeah. Don’t want you ruining something so irreplaceable.” You flirted back, leaning closer to his lips. 

“I thought you liked scars?” Aki’s lips brushed against yours. 

Fuck. He showed his hand too much. 

You sunk into the kiss before you processed what he had said. But once you heard it you couldn’t unhear it. 

Was he talking about Kishibe? Had Kishibe said something to him?

You pulled away from the kiss, not letting on that you potentially caught on to his double meaning. Instead smiling softly and sipping your drink. Aki, too, was eager to not reveal any more than he may have already, so he moved back to his cutting board and deposited its contents into the simmering pan on your stove top. The conversation became starkly benign after that. Sticking to work and the supermarket and how strange Kobeni had been this morning. You tried not to pry too much more about his assignment that day. Eventually the thick air of potential conflict dissipated and you were able to enjoy the rest of dinner peacefully flirting. 

“Once again your cooking is unreal Aki. How did you even learn how to do all of this?” You complimented, enjoying the blush that would come over his face as you praised him. 

He shrugged, avoiding your heart eyed gaze at him, “oh nowhere. I get recipe books from the library. I make photocopies of the ones I like. I made this recipe myself though. It’s an easy one, so it’s not really that special.” 

You could swoon, imagining Aki taking his little canvas bags to the local library and looking in the cook books for new recipes to try was too sweet. He had such a lovely domestic side, your heart ached knowing his prolonged isolation was likely what had brought that on. But you decided to instead focus on the image of him happily scanning the recipes instead. You slide your foot against his leg under the table, seeing his ears turn pink. 

“That’s really lovely, Aki. I’m so flattered you would show me your own recipe. This one’s my favorite so far.”

“You say that everytime.” He rolls his eyes but his blush deepens a bit. 

“It’s true everytime.” You slide your foot up a bit higher on his calf, willing him to turn his eyes back to you. 

His gaze stayed trained on the plate in front of him, poking at the remnants of his meal. You finished your dinner in comfortable, but flirtatiously loaded silence. Your foot stayed in contact with his own, caressing the ball of his ankle, or snaking under the leg of his pants to brush against his shin bone. Aki was so easy to tease, he loved any kind of touch, but it made him feel giddy and vulnerable. Even just the back and forth of your leg against his had his heart racing and his skin feeling too tight. When you both were finished, the drinks had taken their effect, the dishes sat washed and dried on the rack, you two retreated to your terrace languidly smoking and enjoying the night air. Aki felt more grounded with every puff. You, however, felt more dangerous. Silence was a welcome part of your relationship with Aki, it enabled him to relax, and it gave you plenty of time to drink him in. You had probably spent more time staring at him than you had actually engaging in pleasuring one another. Presently you were enjoying watching the muscles in his long, slender throat shift and pull as he breathed in from the last of his cigarette. It was nearly at the filter. You knew he would want another, he almost always had two in succession  these days. You stood from your patio chair, pulling a dart from the pack and offering it to him as he moved to snuff out his current one. Finally you got to see those midnight blue eyes again, they creased slightly at the sides, his version of a smile. You took his cigarette butt and discarded it in the ashtray for him, and placed the new one between his lips, your forefinger brushing his top lip so delicately. Locked in the gaze you watched the reflection of the lights flame appear in his eyes, the sizzling of the end of the cigarette the only sound between you. It illuminated as he breathed in, relaxing to a low red as you pulled the lighter away. 

“Thank you.” He breathed out, pushing the smoke down and away from your face. So considerate. 

He watched you carefully, you could feel his eyes on your body, finally alone enough for him to openly desire you. You pulled the cushion from your chair and set it on the ground between his spread legs, his pupils blowing wider as he watched you settle on your knees in front of him. You mirrored his look, choosing 

“You don’t—-“ Aki shivered under your hands, sliding from his shoulders down his chest and stomach. 

“I want to, Aki.” You rested your cheek against his right thigh, your hand carefully brushing against the waistband of his pants, “Please? I hate that you got hurt, let me take care of you.”

Hayakawa brushed some of your hair back, hand moving over the top of your head and down your cheek. He wanted this so bad, he wanted you so badly. Your hand moved lower, feeling him hard in his pants, just barely stroking the shape of him. 

“Please?” You have him your best, cutest, most convincing puppy dog eyes, despite feeling how much he wanted you. 

He nodded quickly, moving to help you slide his pants off. Once they were bunched around his ankles, his underwear following closely, his cock sprung up before you. Pretty pink tip dripping already, long and thin in stature. Every part of him was so beautiful, length curved slightly, hair trimmed and groomed, even the veins buldging under the skin created a pretty pattern. Your mouth watered just looking at him, you leaned forward, taking the base in your hand and licked a drop of precum daring to leak over the side of the head. Aki shuddered at how hot and wet your tongue felt already. You wrapped your lips around the head and sucked in, your flesh of your mouth creating a perfect ring of pillowy muscle to surround him. The hand the was cupping your cheek now traveled to your hair, not pulling or pushing your head down, the hand was there to keep himself grounded or he worried his euphoria would carry him away from this moment. 

“T-thank yo-you..” Aki moaned as you moved lower on his length, your lips touching the top of your hand that held him in place. 

So polite.

His praise was the spark you need to begin your true artistry. You had always been….gifted…in this area, you weren’t shy, or afraid to get messy, or be loud. This had been a consistent cause for compliment for you since you had become sexually active. And the truth was: you enjoyed giving head, the generosity, the taste, the feeling, especially on partners as sweet as Aki; ones who keep your hair from falling in your way, who don’t try to guide or push you, who allow you to show them what you can do all on your own. You were pulling the sweetest sounds from him, short, huffing breaths, soft whimpers of your name, one hand gripping the arm of his chair, the cigarette it once held discarded in favor of steadying himself.  

Aki was having to focus on not bucking his hips up into your mouth, it was just as good—no, better than he remembered from last time. He wasn’t going to last like this. He hadn’t cum in the shower just a few hours ago, the shame of being so turned on watching you with another man, not just a man, but Kishibe, was too much. Even on his best days, most relaxed and excited days, he had never made himself feel this good. Only you had, only you could, 

you were the best he had ever had.

“Mmm, thank you, baby.” You hummed around his length and his eyes flew open. 

Had he said that last part out loud? 

He hadn’t even registered the words leaving his mouth, he hadn’t realized his eyes had closed until they opened. He struggled to look down and watch you, hollow cheeks, eyes closed, lips full and soft, stretched around him. His cock jumped all on its own at the sight, causing you to squeeze him in your hand tighter, pumping the inches directly into your bobbing mouth. 

The bottom hem of his sweatshirt was slipping down, your hand occasionally sliding against the fabric, spit and precum starting to darken the fabric. He pulled it up and over his stomach, holding it out of the way for you. You hummed happily again, sliding your free hand up his taught torso. The combination of sensation sent Aki’s head back and his eyes rolling. Another throaty shudder leaving him. You loved the feel of him in your mouth, the weight, the soft skin, the way your tongue could slide underneath so easily. You were having the time of your life between his legs, it wasn’t until the hand he kept in your hair clenched around a few strands that you even thought about him cumming. 

“Fuck, you’re so good” Aki muffled, now biting onto the hem of his sweatshirt both to keep it out of the way and to not give your neighbors an erotic audio play. 

You bobbed your head faster, focusing your tongue’s swirling around the head only and pumping the rest of the length. This combination was going to do it for him, he felt himself curl; hips rocking upward, back curving, hands now both on either side of your head. Hot cum flooded your mouth, you took him in as far as your throat would allow. You stopped moving and allowed him to empty himself completely. You took everything he had. Once he was finished, he slumped back against the chair, hands falling limply to the side, sweatshirt free from his mouth. You sat back on your heels watching him pant into the night air above you. When he finally dared to peek an eye down at you, his reregulating dick jumped. He felt his cheeks burn but couldn’t bring himself to actually be embarrassed. The throbbing in his split cheek had gone away completely, the chatter of his mind was quieted, he felt so good, so relaxed. He could have stayed in this euphoria all night, but he couldn’t possibly not reciprocate. 

Aki sat forward, his big hands wrapping around your bicep, pulling you forward to him. He kissed you, long and deep; his tongue unafraid to slip into your mouth and taste himself. Who was he to be discomforted by the taste of his own load? He pulled you easily onto his lap, his wet cock sticky against your leg, but you didn’t care, too lost in his kiss. He trailed one hand up your back and around the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into him. You wrapped your own arms around his neck, pressing your chest up against his. 

“I want to take care of you too.” Hayakawa finally spoke up against your lips. 

You nodded, barely registering what he meant. He slid his hands down your back, sliding under your shirt, feeling the soft skin underneath. 

“Let’s go back in.” He emphasized, growing impatient. 

Aki was different after he had cum, you were learning this about him. He was an intellectual guy, reserved, he spent most of his time in his own head, opting to keep his desires and wants to himself. But once you had pulled an orgasm from him, he became confident and bold. Asking for things directly, taking exactly what he wanted, and you loved giving it to him. You let him lead you into your bedroom, watched as he discarded the rest of his clothes in a small pile on the floor, let him remove your own clothes. He liked to be the one to undress you, hands exploring every inch of newly exposed skin as he uncovered it. He was meticulous in his ravishing of you; kissing your neck and shoulders, finding every dimple, every scar, every freckle, every birthmark, giving them each a moment of focused affection. Once he had you naked, he pushed you back onto the bed, making the pillows into a place for you to lean back against. He settled between your legs, pulling your knees over his shoulders and preemptively holding the tops of your thighs. Hayakawa did not like to be interrupted while he was eating. 

Uninhibited, endorphins flooding his mind, Aki dove right in. Licking along your slit, the taste of you sending his eyes rolling back in his head. Your back started to arch, just one kiss against you was enough to have you squirming. This is where the thigh holding came in handy, Aki pulled you closer to him, not letting you wiggle out of his grasp. He buried his face in your pussy. Tongue lapping at you, nose brushing against your throbbing clitoris. He was devouring you, slurping loudly, tongue dipping into your hole then sliding flat back up to your clit, to swirl shapes against the nerves. 

You cried out his name, trying to keep your hips still. Aki cast a warning glance at you, the blue of his eyes barely remained as though he was possessed. You couldn’t look at him for too long because he sucked hard around your clit and sent your head lolling back, nearly in delirium. Trusting that you knew to stay as still as you could, Aki freed your legs, his right hand traveling up your body to squeeze at one of your breasts. His left hand joined him at your core, two of his deliciously long fingers slipping into you so easily. The feeling of him sinking into you sent you gasping and moaning loudly into your bedroom, you grasped at the hand on your chest; desperate to hold onto him. The thumb in your hand stroke the back of your palm, squeezing your hand sweetly, contrasting the precise and torturous motion he other fucking into you.

“A-Aki…f-fuck, please, agh..” you were spouting nonsense at this point, broken syllables and haughty moans the only thing you could manage. 

You weren’t sure, due to the overwhelming amount of sensation, but you would have been correct to think you felt Aki smile at the sound. Eventually you opted to just bring the hand you were holding to your mouth and bite down on one of his knuckles to stifle your voice. Aki filled with pride again feeling your teeth baring against the bones of his fingers. He uncurled his middle and forefingers pushing them past your lips and against your tongue. He had two fingers inside of you at both ends; he longed for more hands, he thanked genetics for his wingspan, he felt drunk, delirious, filled with a sense of purpose only to be compared to that of the divine. He needed to feel you clench around his fingers, needed to have the taste of your pleasure fill his mouth, he needed you. Your moans choked out from around his long, knuckly fingers, he hadn’t yet realized how hard he was becoming once again, precum dripping onto the mattress below him. He sucked again, hard, around your swollen clit, pulling a high squeal from you. Aki could feel your hole twitching around his fingers as they pistoned in and out, he curled them up more, just slightly, the way you had told him before. He wanted to show you he was a good listener, that he remembered how you liked him to please you, that he could please you. And he did. With the subtle adjustment your hands flew to his hair, gaping mouth allowing his fingers to drop from your mouth, drool following down your chin and neck. Your back arched from the mattress and your orgasm burst around you. You knew he was talented in this area, but this was something beyond, your mind went white, the only feeling encompassing you was pure ecstasy. 

Aki’s heart sang as you came from his efforts, his name leaving your lips with hot, panting breaths. He let you guide his head as you needed, keeping him in place as his tongue slowed but never stopped, gently taking you down from your peak. Finally you tugged his hair lightly, pulling his mouth away, a sparkling string of your arousal linked his wet lips to your still fluttering cunt. His neck and shoulders rippling under his skin as he came down from his own frenzy, eyes lidded as he watched you pant beneath him. His tongue swiped along his lower lip, not yet ready to be free from your taste. Seeing Aki, a man usually so put together, so refined and private, indulging in pleasure so openly, downright whorishly, was such a privilege. One you would not take for granted. Before you could luxuriate too much, Aki climbed up the mattress to lock you into a kiss again. His mouth was still wet, yours still tasted like him, the saliva exchanged between the two of you became the very essence of your shared climaxes. His tongue was an excellent and bold navigator as he explored your mouth. Sliding behind your teeth, licking right against your tongue the kisses became sloppier and messier. You hiked one leg over his hip, feeling his cock slide between your lower lips. 

“Ah-ahhh,” Hayakawa broke the kiss with a strangled protest and shuddered, burying his head in your neck. 

He squeezed your hip, keeping you from rocking him inside like you wanted to desperately. Pushing himself off of you he rushed to his discarded pants on the floor to retrieve a condom. Aki always wore a condom, you had told him that you were on birth control and made sure to keep yourself clean, but he insisted everytime. He had explained it had nothing to do with you, it was a personal thing, part of him needed the distance, even if it was barely a millimeter between himself and a partner. He could never allow himself to misstep; to risk carrying on his pain, to risk sharing it with you, to potentially let himself get too close— too comfortable. So the condom stayed on, and you wouldn’t press him about it anymore. 

He unwrapped and applied the condom efficiently, you secretly wished for more time to admire him. Handling his own cock, hissing as he rolled down the tight latex, adjusting it briefly before returning to bed. You seize the chance to push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He sat up half way to meet you, holding your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. 

“You’re so hot.” His hand circled the back of your neck, his lips moved over your neck and chest in frantic, wet kisses, “put me inside.” 

You were happy to oblige, reaching between your bodies and lining him up against your hole, his tip kissing your ring of muscle, already clenching in anticipation. Aki took your breast into his mouth as you lowered yourself down onto him. Thank god he did, or the moan he let out would have rung off the walls. You fared no better feeling his cock bottom out inside of you, curling against him, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck, crying out his name. He felt so good inside of you; he was long enough to fill you, his girth wouldn't stretch you to the point of pain but Aki rarely wanted to hurt you. Even now, with his cock totally engulfed by you, he made sure to continue the sweet, intimate littering of kisses and suckling across your breasts. He loved your breasts, having them in his hands, in his mouth, he wouldn't admit it, it felt too juvenile, but often at work he found himself peeking down your shirt or watching how they swung or bounced as you walked. Aki sucked hard on your nipple and thrust upward into you further, you whined, pulling his hair harder. You started to move your hip, rising and falling in time with his own thrusts. Aki kept one hand wrapped around your waist and the other pawed freely at the meat of your ass; squeezing encouragingly as you rode him. Aki had his boundaries, which were important and you supported, but he never failed to fuck you like he was in love with you.He wasnt, you knew he wasnt, he knew he wasnt, but when he was inside of you he may as well have been. Fucking deep and slow, mouth watering against your skin, your name dripping off his swollen lips. He could have convinced you otherwise. His sounds soon transformed from low groans to shuddering whimpers as he grew closer and closer, he wasn't going to last. He wanted you to cum again before he did, he could feel the way you tightened around him when you came, and he needed it like he needed air. 

“baby…I-i’m not going to last.” His sweaty forehead pressed against your collarbone as you bounced on top of him, “please, please.”

He kept muttering please against you, you nodded your head frantically, unable to speak. His nails dug into your ass causing you to hiss, your hands on his shoulders mirrored this, gripping onto his traps for more support. You were so close already, but the desperation in his voice, his pleasing desire to feel you cum around him sent you over. Once again you felt yourself cum, your mind going blank, your movements becoming sloppy. Aki felt you flutter around him, and he pulled you down to meet his hips, drilling as deep as he could, holding you in place as he filled the condom. You two panted together, holding one another as close as you could, muscles trembling and contracting as the aftershocks came and went. Once you had come back to your body, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“Aki…” you utter through a smile against him, you slide one hand down his back, feeling his clammy skin cooling, “You’re so good.” 

He had barely come down, still panting against your chest. He opted to nod, saving himself from the embarrassment of trying to speak. He placed one more kiss on the top of your left breast before starting to lift you up. You climbed off of him and buried your face into one of your pillows, the lingering shimmer of post coital bliss still encompassing you. He stood from the bed on only slightly trembling legs and removed the condom quickly, tying it at the end and discarding it in your bathroom. He fished his pack of cigarettes out of his pants pocket and cracked the bedroom window. You preferred not to smoke inside of your apartment, especially not in your own bedroom, but you always made an exception for after sex. He climbed back into bed with you and lit the cigarette, you stayed snuggling into your pillows and enjoying watching him. After a few drags he offered it, filter side forward, to you. You leaned forward taking a drag from his hand, his fingertips just barely brushed your lips. He inhaled just as you did, but when you exhaled smoke, he finally rid himself of his question. 

“What’s up with you and Kishibe?”

He watched your face carefully, looking for the slightest indication of frustration or fear or anything to tell him if he had overstepped. You sighed out, lingering smoke curling from your mouth. 

“We’ve been sleeping together for a few months. Since last September.” You answered. 

You prayed your heartbeat wasn't as able to be heard, that he couldn't see it pulsating in your chest, that you could keep this version of the conversation calm and collected. Aki let the new information wash over him, waiting for any emotion to overwhelm him. But his eyes remained even, his breath steady, his heartbeat was controlled. He looked over your bare, relaxed form before him, unable to keep his mind from superimposing the mentor’s own body next to yours. His hands sliding over the curve of your hip, down between your legs. Kissing your neck, which you so easily bared for him. Was he as rough on you privately as he was at work, harsh words and fast, brutal hands? Aki had been trained by Kishibe as you had, you both knew that he could be cruel, pushing beyond your limits with little care or warning. Aki felt himself tense confusingly at the prospect of you being brought to climax, or even tears, by Kishibe.  

“Aki?” 

Your voice snapped him back to the current moment, breaking his…fantasy? If it could be called that. It wasn't a nightmare, but he still couldn't parse out how he should feel about it. 

“Does that bother you?” You continued, trying your best to be patient with him, but frankly you were still a bit sore from how poorly things had gone with Kishibe, your anxiety was climbing faster than you could quell it. 

“Would it upset you if I said it did?” He shrugged, still not sure how to articulate his nebulous reaction. 

You moved to sit up, holding the pillow to cover your naked torso. Aki still pulled on his cigarette, not avoiding eye contact with you, he seemed relaxed still. For more than you did. 

You shook your head, but then shrugged yourself, “No, I guess I would understand if you are. I probably should have told you it was him. Considering something like this morning would happen eventually.” 

Aki remembered back to this morning, the curt, pointed way Kishibe had spoken to him hadn't seemed abnormal. Kishibe always carried the same detached, terse demeanor, so having been dismissed so readily had not raised any alarm bells. Maybe that was stupid of him, to have literally needed it to happen right in front of him in order to see the relationship between the two of you. Truly, he didn't think he had seen you guys interact one on one at work more than four or five times total. 

“I don't think it does. You don’t have to tell me anything you don't want me to know. We don’t talk about work that often anyway. If you want it to be private, that’s fine with me.” Aki took a long drag of his cigarette, looking through the window to direct the smoke outward into the dark city below your apartment. 

You were taken aback, completely stunned by how well he had taken this. You could see him processing the idea over and over in his head, but there was no malice or jealousy in his face or in his tone. Your attraction to them and a deep substance abuse problem may be the only thing he and Kishibe had in common.

“Did he tell you?” You dug deeper, watching as he studied the night sky outside, were you trying to get him agitated? 

Aki rested his head on the glass, turning to face you again, “No. I saw you kiss in your office.” 

Your skin cooled at the memory of Kishibe leaning down to you in your office, holding your hips and petting your hair. Despite the locked door, you knew it was risky to be physical at work, you should have known better. 

“Is there anything you want to know?” You offered. 

Aki considered this, not having expected to get this far with this conversation. As many scenarios as he had played in his mind on the train ride over he hadn’t imagined getting the chance to discuss the details of it with you. 

“How did it start? I never see you guys together.” He snubbed out his cigarette on the window frame. 

You pulled at the comforter absently, “There's not much of a story, honestly. A bunch of us were drinking at the bar, he asked to come back to my place afterward and I let him. I assumed it was just the one time but we saw each other the next week, and then the next, and…ya know. Here we are, I guess.” 

You pulled another cigarette from his pack, offering it to him, but he waved it off. Aki slid the window closed, moved back next to you in bed, sitting up against the pillows. You wanted to lay down next to him, rest your head on his chest and draw little patterns on his skin as the night crawled toward day, but you restrained yourself. Aki noticed your hesitation and opened his arm to you, ushering you closer, you sat closer, laying next to him. 

“I’m really not upset. I don't see what I should be upset about. I knew you were seeing someone else, I was just a little surprised this morning.” His voice resonated from his chest, he picked up your hand and held it in his.

His thumb worked over the back of your palm, but his eyes remained on yours, not flinching away from the intimacy nor the discomfort. 

“Does he know about me?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, he found out last night. We kind of…got into it.” 

Aki raised his eyebrows, “He was pissed?”

“Jealous, I think. He’s a little old school. He cooled off and came around this morning, that’s what our ‘meeting’ was about.” It felt good to air this stuff out to Aki, you hadn’t really spoken to anyone about the way your and Kishibe’s relationship worked, and maybe Aki wasn't the right person, but he was willing and curious so far. 

A sick sense of pride crawled up the back of Aki’s neck. To think about whatever he had done that had gotten under Kishibe’s skin had actually made him jealous to the point of conflict, was perversely gratifying. 

“Is he nice to you?” 

You were surprised at his question. Kishibe was pretty mean, he had a good heart, but he could be so gruff with people, especially at work, especially when he was training them. You were no stranger to having to mentally discount Kishibe’s office cruelty as him putting up the front that was demanded of him. Privately he could, occasionally, be tender and patient, allowing you glimpses into the sensitivity of a man who has spent his whole life trying to keep himself and his colleagues alive and safe. 

“In his own way.” You answered, not wanting to tarnish too much of the image Kishibe necessitated. 

Aki nodded, understandingly. He wasn't exactly a stranger to a messy work relationship with someone who was pretty mean, he got both the appeal and the discomfort of that. He looped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you down to lay on him, stroking your hair. 

“Then that’s fine with me.” Aki settled into bed, feeling the relief of having communicated his feelings, at least part of them, to you and it having gone well. 

You shared in his relief, kissing the side of his neck and sighing before reaching over to the nightstand to turn out the light. Darkness consumed the room, before your eyes adjusted to account for the moonlight. Aki’s breath was smooth and even, lulling you into sleep. His hands moved over your back soothingly. Sleep was taking you faster than expected, but you couldn't fight it any longer. Aki lay on his back looking up at your bedroom ceiling, listening to you. The blank expanse above the two of you served as a projection screen for his racing mind. The conversation had gone well, and he was grateful, but now he couldn't cease his curiosity. He thought back to the kiss he witnessed this morning, the way Kishibe had held your face in place to kiss you, such a clear demonstration of his dominance over you. The hungry, taunting look in his eye when he saw Hayakawa, daring him to step forward. Step forward and…what? Argue? Join? Aki squeezed his eyes shut, but it didn't help. Instead of clearing his mind, it spurred him further. He saw you on your knees pleasuring Kishibe with your mouth, the same way you did him just a few hours ago. But this time Kishibe thrust hard into your mouth, making you gag and tears slip from your eyes. He pictured himself taking you from behind as Kishibe covered your face in his cum, rough thumbs smearing it over your lips. Despite picturing Kishibe's hands on you, Aki felt as though he could feel them on his own lips, his own body. As if he could taste the pads of Kishibe’s fingers on his tongue. How many times had you kissed Aki after swallowing Kishibe’s release just the night before? How many traces of Kishibe lingered between your kisses? Had he already tasted Kishibe unknowingly? 

Aki felt saliva fill his mouth at the mere notion. What the hell was happening to him? His exhausted cock was starting to build itself back up again, he hadn't felt this insatiable in years, maybe ever. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to wake you up and fuck again, he wanted to leave, he wanted to stay, he didn’t know what the fuck he wanted. Or who. 

You woke up before Aki, which was unusual. On the nights you shared together, Aki would usually be awake before you, before the alarm even, making coffee, trying to stay as quiet as possible as you dozed. But this morning you rose from the bed, leaving him in what appeared to be a somewhat miserable slumber. You started the kettle heating and returned to the room to observe his stirring. His face was scrunched up, so much so that a small bit of blood had seeped from his reopened cut onto the pillow below him. You smoothed your thumb in between his furrowed brows, ironing out the growing elevens setting into his malleable skin. He appeared to relax before his eyes fluttered open. He took you in for a moment before, apparently, remembering where he was and sitting up. 

“Did I miss the alarm?” He stretched his neck side to side. 

“Just a bit, you looked like you were having a bad dream.”You smoothed his hair tenderly. 

Aki yawned, stretching his arms forward, “I don’t really remember. Thanks for waking me.”

“Coffees started, shouldn't be too long. Go ahead and shower, I’ll take care of it. We should change your bandage before we leave.” you stood back to your full height after kissing the site of injury. 

Aki nodded, rubbing his eyes and slinging his long legs over the edge of the bed. He watched you walk back into the kitchen and stood quickly, rushing to the bathroom. Once again he was more aroused than he thought possible. He had remembered this “bad dream” and it tortured him all night, cycles of barely sleeping and waking to reset the same dream again and again. You and him together, Kishibe watching. You and Kishibe together, Him watching. His lips on Kishibe’s neck. His hands guiding Kishibe into you. Kishibe holding Aki back as you pull an oversensitive climax from him as he bucks and whimpers in Kishibe’s hold. Kishibe kissing him, then kissing you, then you kissing him, then you kissing Kishibe. He thought he was going to pass out. His head felt full and groggy. He turned on the faucet of your shower, praying the cold water would rip the memory of the dream from him. It did not. He stood under the spray, looking upward praying to anything that could be listening to free him. Finally, he caves, wrapping one hand around his swollen, blood filled cock. Spitting down onto himself, Aki pumped himself in your shower as quickly as he could. Craving the shameful release. 

Back in the kitchen you finished preparing the coffee, splitting the pot into two mugs. You dressed yours the way you liked, keeping Aki’s black. The shower was running, he would be out soon and desperate for caffeine. You wondered about what had been troubling him, after last night had gone so well, you felt terrible thinking that maybe it hadn’t gone as well for him as it had for you. Maybe you should make breakfast. You peeked into your fridge and found nearly nothing, a half bottle of wine, a few condiments, a container of silken tofu. Not much to work with, even with the small portion of food left over from Aki’s cooking last night. A stop at the convenience store on the way to work, it is. You stepped through the bedroom into the bathroom when a sound made you stop cold. 

“F-fuck..” Aki moaned from the shower, your core throbbed at the sound.

You listened closer, hearing the rhythmic splashing water. Smiling wickedly at how dirty it was. How he must have woken up aching to be too shy to ask for your help. Before you could push into the room, pull back the curtain and join him, you heard one word that made your breath catch.

“oh…captain, please.” Aki whimpered, barely audible above the rushing shower. 

It took all the focus you had remaining to not drop the mug in your hand on the bathroom floor. Captain? Captain. You had heard him say Captain. No, not say-- moan, fucking whimper. Was he--? Could he be--? No. surely he wasn't--. You set the mug on the counter, its steam joining that of the quickly fogging mirror.

Part 3

[logan-fields-official]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, can I request a poly sbg x fem gyaru reader who gets bullied by Barron and his friends? (Angst but a very fluffy ending) :3

Swear I remember reading something like this before to? ANYWAYS!!! I don’t know much about gyaru so bare with me here. Again might add stuff to this later!!! WARNINGS: bad grammar, bad spelling, cringe? Cussing

SBG x Gyaru Reader!!!

Under the glaring lights of the hallway, Y/N could feel the weight of a hundred eyes watching her. Her vibrant gyaru style, witch consist of layered skirts and bright pastel colors, usually brought her a sense of confidence. Today, however, it felt like one bright big target for Barron and his gang. “Look at this clown,” Barron sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he leaned against the locker, arms crossed. “No wonder you don’t have any real friends. Who would want to hang out with a wannabe?” His goons snickered, and Y/N's cheeks flushed crimson as she tried to shrink into herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Logan. His light brown hair making him blend into the crowd of students, but his blue eyes seemed to shine with concern. “Hey, maybe we should just go, Y/N,” he said timidly, adjusting his glasses as he stepped closer to her, his delicate frame trembling slightly. “They’re not worth it.” As if fueled by Logan’s worry, Y/N squared her shoulders, ready to try and confront Barron when suddenly Aiden bounded into the scene, his blonde hair wild and red lenses sparkling with mischief. “Yo, Barron! You do know that being a dick won’t make yours any bigger, right?” His words had a life of their own, echoing in the hallway. Barron’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, it seemed like the air was charged with tension. “I’m not afraid of you, red-eye,” Barron spat back, but it was Ashlyn who chimed in next, her voice ice-cold as she removed her headphones. “Look Barron to keep it plain and simple nobody wants to see your pathetic display of ‘masculinity’.” Her slate-green eyes glinted defiantly. The group had a special bond one that can’t be broken, every word a protective barrier around Y/N “Thanks, you guys,” Y/N murmured, feeling a warmth blossoming at the edges of her embarrassment. Suddenly, Tyler, Taylor, and Ben strolled over quietly. Ben, despite his usual preference for silence, had his journal tucked under his arm, ready to write about the incident later. “Don’t worry Y/N we’ve all got each other’s backs,” Taylor said, her voice filled with complete honesty. Tyler spoke up next his voice slightly gruff “I don’t know how you let him get away with that. I mean we deal with literal blood thirsty creatures and you can’t stand up to him?” With their combined strength, Barron’s bravado crumbled like a house of cards, and he turned his back on them, retreating to the darkness from which he came. As Y/N’s heart slowed, Aiden flashed a toothy grin. “See? You’ve got a whole gang of misfits ready to protect you! Plus, nobody rocks the gyaru look like you do!” Later that evening, seated beneath the soft glow of street lights, while sitting between trees outside the school, Y/N felt a sense of belonging blossom among her group. “It’s not about fitting in,” she said, glancing at each of them, “it’s about being accepted for who we are.” Logan smiled weakly, Tyler rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a slight smirk, while Aiden laughed, shaking his head. “With us, you’ll always be more than a label,” he said with a wink. Ashlyn chimes in, “And besides, who cares about what Barron thinks? His opinion doesn’t matter.” With their laughter ringing in the air, Y/N felt lighter. Barron might still be around, but she wouldn’t face another day alone. Everything felt right in this moment, a mess of love and power woven tightly together, and for the first time in a long time, she truly smiled.

Aiden: Aiden would honestly be the biggest hype man even if he thinks your styles funny as shit. He’ll help you buy things like accessories and makeup. He’ll help with small things like eyeliner but he can and will let you do his makeup and will wear it the whole day. If literally anyone says something mean about you Aiden is on them.

Ashlyn: Probably isn’t a huge fan of all the colors as we seen her mostly wearing not very colorful stuff, but she supports you even if she does think it’s a bit much. She won’t let you do her makeup, but she’ll let you style her hair as long as it’s nothing to crazy. If you get bullied for it she’ll give you some advice like ignore them or if it gets bad enough punch them.

Ben: You stand out a lot compared to him like a lot a lot. We’ve seen this boy he meanly if not always wears a grey shirt and jeans. So you’ll probably end up helping him find things that fit him and help him stand out more. Which he doesn’t want to stand out but he won’t stop you unless you go way to far. Can and will do your hair. You gave him a heart attack one time because he came home to you doing Lily’s makeup.

Logan: He’ll support you big time but holy crap all the attention y’all get overwhelms him so much. If y’all are alone he’ll maybe with some nice playfully forceful convincing let you do his makeup. He won’t wear it the whole day, but you 100% have some photos of him wearing makeup with his hair done.

Taylor: IS ALL FOR YOUR STYLE. I feel like Taylor is the kind of person to be very curious about different kinds of styles and wants to maybe try an outfit for each style. She’ll 100% help you with your makeup and hair and let you do hers. Y’all literally have mini dress up shows where y’all compete to see who can make the better gyaru look in 10 minutes You usually win.

Tyler: Your 100% his polar opposite. You stand out a bunch compared to him and though he’ll support you and stand up for you he sometimes thinks it’s weird as shit and will not hesitate to tell you, but he feels a little bad when you get mad at him. He’ll bring you something you like as an apology. You and Taylor 100% held him down one time and did his makeup and hair. He got so mad and quiet literally freaks out when you snap some photos.

[insane-in-the-membranee]

Since I don't feel like studying rn (I have tests starting tomorrow but anw) I'mma make a list of all the webtoons I've read till now~ (feel free to recommend more :3)

My Deepest Secret (my 1st webtoon on the app) ✅

UnOrdinary (ongoing)

Freaking Romance ✅

Siren's Lament ✅

My dear cold-blooded king ✅

Age Matters ✅

Hello Baby (ongoing)

Let's Play (completed- gotta catch up)

I love Yoo (ongoing)

Eggnoid ✅

It's Mine ✅

The Remarried Empress (ongoing)

Your Throne (ongoing)

The Makeup Remover ✅

Rotten (paused)

Bastard (paused)

Sweet Home (paused)

My Daughter is a Zombie (paused)

CinnamonRoll ✅

I dropped Noblesse and Goh*

What you wish for (dropped)

Play Dead (Hiatus— last ch on Jul 17, 2020)

I'm the Grim Reaper (ongoing)

The Devil is a Handsome Man

Little Rain (Hiatus)

Her Mannequin (Hiatus)

To Love Your Enemy ✅

Reunion ✅ (by stephattyy)

The Male Lead's Girlfriend (completed- gotta catch up)

The Snake and the Flower (completed- gotta catch up)

So I married the Anti-Fan ✅

Secret Playlist ✅

True Beauty ✅

Beyond Virtual (completed- gotta catch up)

When Jasy Whistles (Hiatus)

LUMINE (Hiatus)

The Duke's Cursed Charm (completed- gotta catch up)

His Majesty's Proposal ✅

My Gently Raised Beast ✅

My In-Laws are Obsessed with Me (Hiatus)

A Tail's Secret (Hiatus)

She's Hopeless ✅

Who's Mr. President? ✅

For My Derelict Favorite (Hiatus)

Take me, I'm Yours ✅

Daytime Star ✅

Play The Game (Hiatus)

The Dark Lord's Confession (Hiatus)

Forever After (Hiatus)

Maybe Meant To Be (Hiatus)

I'm Dating A Psychopath (Ongoing)

The Dragon King's Bride (ongoing)

Only Hope (ongoing)

Phase (ongoing)

Go Away Romeo (ongoing)

Omniscient Reader (ongoing)

Lookism (ongoing)

No Marriage Is Perfect (ongoing)

Trapped (ongoing)

Eaternal Nocturnal (ongoing)

Serena (ongoing)

Baby Tyrant (ongoing)

I am the Villain (ongoing)

Locked Onto You (ongoing)

Leveling Up My Husband To The Max (completed) ✅

Unlovable Replacement (ongoing)

Dreaming Freedom (ongoing)

Operation: True Love (ongoing)

The Guy Upstairs (ongoing)

Men of the Harem (ongoing)

Like Wind On A Dry Branch (ongoing)

Iseop's Romance (ongoing)

Perfect Marriage Revenge (completed) ✅

Marry My Husband ✅

Cry, or Better Yet, Beg (ongoing)

I'm the Queen in this Life (ongoing)

Wind Breaker (paused)

The Age of Arrogance (ongoing)

My Reason to Die (ongoing)

Hero Killer (ongoing)

Get Schooled (Webtoon removed it tho)

A good day to be a dog ✅

The mafia nanny (ongoing)

Following Eunju (completed) ✅

The Price Is Your Everything (ongoing)

Not Your Typical Reincarnation Story (ongoing)

Taming the corrupted (ongoing)

That's all I can remember for now. Remember some might have been completed but I am following the Webtoon so I went according to that. I have written Hiatus on "Will Return" Series as well, lmk if you want me to change it to 'ongoing' instead!