#but i swear they changed her makeup after she came down

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I'll come pick it up after pt.3

John Egan X Female! Reader

Sumarry: Tonight is the celebration for the soldiers. Bucky hopes to see his nurse there...

Warning: +18/ almost smut/ swearing/ use of Y/n/ historical innacuries/ flirting/ Buck being a cock block/ alcohol/ mention of injuries and blood (like once)/

Word count: 3,05k

A/n: Y'all... I got carried away writing this, but I don't think you'll complain. Please let me know what you think. :) (also her dress is like Leisl, from sound of music)

She was looking at herself in the mirror, she just finished getting ready for tonight’s celebration. The men that was bleeding today was alive, she succeeded in finding the artery to stop the bleeding. He was going to make it. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, going to tonight party, after all, there is a sexual tension between her and Major Egan. She had to keep her professionalism earlier, he was staring at her like she was the most beautiful woman on earth. And she felt like it, that’s why she was all dressed up, that’s why she was going to the party. Her dress was long, stooping at her mid-calf, perfect for dancing. The dress was light pink, it was perfect for her tanned skin, her hair was put in a crown braid, with small pieces of her hair falling down. She didn’t put too much makeup, just enough to change her everyday look, she put lipstick on, it was red, but not too much. She felt pretty, and she was sure that John Egan was going to agree with her.

Bucky was getting ready for the party with his friend Buck, telling him all about the nurse that healed him today. ‘’Wait, so you asked your co-pilot to punch you in the face, so you’ll have time with her?’’ Gale Cleven was in disbelief, he couldn’t believe what his best-friend was telling him. ‘’Yeah, I know it’s a good idea! And she flirted with me’’ John Egan had heart eyes, he was smiling and was taking extra time to get ready. Buck rolled his eyes in annoyance before signing. ‘’You do realise that you sound fucking crazy, right?’’ Buck was trying to reason his friend, but that battle was lost before it even began. Major John Egan had a crush, and no one could stop that. ‘’I hope she’s here tonight, so you can properly meet her’’ Bucky said, fixing his hair, again. It was official, Buck’s best friend had gone crazy, over a woman. His lady’s men reputation was long forgotten, John Egan was head over heels over Y/n Hamilton.

She entered the room with the other nurses. It was early, but there were some soldiers already there. Harry Crosby was one of them, he was the humblest person Y/n had ever met. He’s sweet, they talked a lot when she arrived at the base. He was the one of the few that welcomed her at the base. But he was busy talking with his friends. Some of the nurses were getting stole away by some soldiers that wanted to dance with them. Y/n always made sure that her girls were comfortable with their dancing partner. They even made a code, in case a girl isn’t comfortable, one of the nurses, or Y/n, would go see the girl and asked if they had received needles, if the girl said yes, she needs help. For the youngest nurses, Y/n was like a big sister, she’s only 23, but the other girls liked her very much. She heard a bark and knew that it was Gale Cleven’s dog, so John Egan was certainly with him.

Bucky entered the room with his friends, looking for only one person. His nurse, was she here? Meatball ran towards the group of nurses near the wall, and that’s when he saw her. She was magnificent, her pink dress made her tanned skin even more tanned, her hair left her neck exposed and she wore heels, making her a little bit taller. ‘’Whenever you need to find her, ask Meatball’’ Buck laughed as his dog came back to him, with the beautiful nurse. ‘’I’m starting to think that this lovely dog is confusing me with a stick’’ She laughed as she walked to the two men. Cleven smiled, but Bucky smiled even more. ‘’I should train him better, so he doesn’t try to bite you’’ Gale responded. ‘’If he ever bites me, do you know where the nurse’s office is? They didn’t give me a proper tour’’ she says, acting clueless. Bucky laughs as his best friend leaves to go talk to another soldier. Leaving Egan and Y/n alone.

‘’You are breathtaking, darling’’ Major Egan says as he takes her hand to kiss the top of it. Butterflies flying in Y/n’s stomach, when his lips leave her hand, it feels cold. ‘’Thank you, Major Egan- ‘’ ‘’Please call me Bucky’’ ‘’Thank you Bucky, you look really handsome too’’ They both blush a little, the tensions between the two of them is still there. ‘’You know, if you want a proper tour of the base, I can give it to you’’ Bucky proposed. ‘’Maybe later, tonight about you, and all the other guys that were on the mission’’ she says as they start walking towards a table. ‘’Do you want something to drink, darling?’’ She nods. ‘’I’ll just have whatever you’re having’’ she answers. ‘’Coming right up milady’’ he says with a poor British accent to make her laugh. When Bucky’s back is turned, one of the youngest nurses, Daisy, runs towards her table. ‘’Oh dear, was that Major John Egan?’’ she askes, grinning like a child. ‘’Yes, it was, why?’’ Y/n giggles. ‘’Was he flirting with you?’’ she nods, and Daisy takes her both hands. ‘’I heard rumors about this morning – ‘’ ‘’Daisy you know we don’t gossip’’ she frowns, but she’s still interested about what the rumor’s about. ‘’Yes, but this one is interesting, I heard that Major Egan asked his co-pilot to hit him so he could spend time with you!’’ Daisy quickly whispers. She gently taps her hands away. ‘’That’s absurd, Daisy, but hey, could you maybe go check on Molly?’’ Y/n asks. Daisy nods and walks away before Bucky returns to the table with the drinks. ‘’Champagne? Well, I didn’t know John Egan was drinking champagne.’’ She teased as she took a sip of the beverage. ‘’Well, I didn’t know if a pretty girl like you can handle whiskey’’ he explained. ‘’Trust me Major, you have no idea what I can handle.’’ Bucky was impressed, his girl was flirting with him, and she can handle whiskey! ‘’Really, uh, so what can you handle?’’ ‘’That’s the conversation I usually have after 2 glasses of alcohol’’ she took another sip, while holding eye contact with the men in front of her.

The more the time passed, the more they drank and talked. They flirted openly and even teasing the other. But after the Colonel’s speech, the party really began. The band started to play some dance music and the people were getting on the dance floor. Y/n was still looking after her girls, making sure they were okay, but her gaze was more on Bucky. ‘’Do you want to dance, darling?’’ he asked. She nodded and they made their way to the dance floor. The beat was quick, but not too quick, they danced together the hole song, and the one after, and the one after the previous one. After 4 songs, they needed to sit down, so that’s what they did. ‘’Tired already?’’ Bucky teased. ‘’Try dancing with these!’’ she pointed her heels. Bucky laughed and took a sip of whatever they were having. Buck came to sit with them, Meatball following him. ‘’Where were you Buck’’ Egan asked. ‘’Been talking with some of your nurses, Y/n, uh, Elodie is really sweet’’ Buck said. She tilted her head, surprised by the men that was usually shy. ‘’You flirted with a girl? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend’’ Bucky laughed. Y/n smiled and looked at Bucky, his smile was beautiful. Meatball came next to her, so she petted him. ‘’Hi, you, you’re so adorable, and you can always find me. You won’t bite me, you’re too nice for that!’’ She said, petting the dog. ‘’So now, it’s the last dance of the night, gentlemen it’s time to ask your ladies to dance’’ The signer of the band announced. Bucky looked at Y/n, she smiled. ‘’Hold on’’ she said while untying her shoes. She took them off, leaving her only in her tights that matched her skin tone. The men chuckled before offering his hand for her to take. They went on the dance floor as It’s Been a Long, Long Time from Harry James started playing. Bucky started to dance, but Y/n just came closer to him. They hugged, but it was just for the dance. Bucky hands were resting on her lower back, she putted her arms around his neck. Their face was so close, but she decided to put her head on Bucky’s shoulder. Their bodies were slowly moving to the beat of the music. Y/n could hear Bucky’s heartbeat, it was fast, he was nervous, but so was she. ‘’Your heart’s beating fast’’ she said, loud enough for him to hear. ‘’That’s because you’re dancing with me, darling’’ he replied. She looked up at him, their eye contact was filled with tension. She took a shaky breath before smiling to him. ‘’Want to give me the tour you were talking about’’ she nervously said. He smiled to her while he nodded. ‘’Wait, I need to get my shoes back on’’ she realised she was barefoot. She quickly went to put her shoes back, before they both head out the crowded room.

They were both alone, outside. ‘’So, where’s the nurses office?’’ She playfully asked. Bucky offered her his arm; she took it and they started to walk towards Y/n worked. ‘’You looked beautiful tonight’’ He complimented her. ‘’Thank you, Bucky. ‘’ she blushed. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’ she asked. ‘’Anything’’ he quickly responded. ‘’It’s probably just a rumor, but Daisy said that she heard something about you asking your co-pilot to punch you in the face’’ she laughed nervously. Bucky laughed too, but he was stressing. Would she think he was stupid for doing so? ‘’Uh, I- uh, yeah, I did. I wanted to see you alone after the mission. I figured if I was injured, it would be easier to have you for myself’’ he stopped, realising what he just said. His mind and his heart were racing. Y/n giggled, blushing, she was nervous too, he was John Egan, he had a reputation of being a lady’s men, but he got punched in the face, just to see her. ‘’ Well, that’s a first. You know you could’ve just come to my office; we didn’t have many injured’’ Bucky was relived. ‘’Yeah, well i-i- ‘’ he stammered. ‘’Next time, maybe not in your pretty face’’ she flirted. Bucky blushed. Y/n shivered, it was cold outside, the party had many people, so it was warm, now that they’re outside, it’s cold. Without thinking, Bucky took off his jacket and put it on his girl’s shoulder. ‘’We’re almost there, darling. It’ll be warmer inside’’ he said.

When they entered the nurses building, it was empty, the men that were there were transferred to another base. They were completely alone. ‘’Here we are the medic center’’ Egan announced. She smiled as she looked at his stitches. ‘’How is your face?’’ she asked. ‘’It’s okay, I don’t have any pain’’ he watched at she came closer to him. With the heels she was wearing, she didn’t need to stand on her tippee toes to reach his face. ‘’Can I?’’ she asked his permission. It was the first thing she was thought in medical school, always ask for the patient’s consent. She took it very seriously, especially when there was a sexual tension between the two of them. She was nervous, they both had alcohol in their system, and she had a confidence boost.

Her hands were shaking, but he stood still as she examined his wound. He noticed her lipstick, it’s still there. He couldn’t take how pretty she was; he imagined her lips on him, how her lipstick would mark his body. How gentle she would be with him, was she a virgin? Bucky tried to erase these images from his mind before he got a boner. The way she looked at him, with innocence and lust at the same time. How can she flirt with him that much and look like she never saw a man in her hole life. ‘’Your heart is still racing’’ she said, a hand on his chest. Before he could answer, she took his hand and put it on her chest. He was touching her breast. But when he focused on the feeling under his hand, he felt her heart racing, just like him. ‘’Mine’s racing too’’ she said, while looking at him in the eyes. Her hand was still holding his in place, he tried not to think about his hand on her chest, but it was impossible. ‘’Do I make you nervous, darling?’’ he teased. ‘’I could ask you the same question, Major’’ She was playing with fire, and she knew it. ‘’Fucking hell’’ he muttered under his breath. ‘’Let’s go in my office, I have a fireplace.’’ She said, taking him by the hand that was on her breast. ‘’Why do you have a fireplace in your office?’’ he questioned. ‘’It was there when I arrived, the late chief nurse was, presumably, always cold.’’ He closed the door behind them, as he watched her, getting the fire ready.

It was getting warmer in the office, so she took his jacket off her shoulder. ‘’Do you want something to drink?’’ he was confused, she had a fireplace and drinks? But he nodded and she took out a bottle of whiskey with two glasses. ‘’Whiskey, I’m impressed, darling’’ he smirked. ‘’What can I say, I’m full of surprises’’ oh how he wanted to kiss this attitude out of her, but he loved it. Her shameless teasing and flirting, she was amazing. She poured two glasses and handed one to Bucky. Their fingers brushed together, they made eye contact, but they wouldn’t break it. ‘’Are we playing a staring contest, darling?’’ his tone was challenging. ‘’Maybe’’ she whispered as she brought up her glass. ‘’Cheers, honey’’ she purred, before drinking the liquid. Bucky did the same, when their glass was empty, she took them and broke eye contact. She turned so her back faced him.

He couldn’t take it anymore, so when she turned, he decides to get behind her. His chest was pressing against her back. ‘’ You lose, darling’’ he whispered in her ear. Sending shivers in all her body. She turned her head, their lips were so close to each other, it was intoxicating for both. ‘’What are you going to do, Major?’’ she practically moaned. ‘’Like I said, darling, I don’t know if you can handle it’’ he responded. She turned to face him, but she sat on the desk, opened her legs. The same position they were earlier, but the roles were changed. ‘’I told you, Bucky, you don’t know what I can handle’’ she says, her voice challenging him. With a boost of confidence, thanks to the alcohol, she lifted his chin with her fingers. ‘’Don’t underestimate me, Major’’ she said, dangerously close to his lips. He was about to faint; she became this confident woman, and he loved it. She wasn’t shy anymore, she was teasing him, touching him.

‘’You’re playing with fire, darling’’ he warned, with his deep, husky voice. ‘’But you already know that you like to play with me like that, uh?’’ he affirmed. ‘’What can I say, you’re fun to play with.’’ John Egan was speechless, he was in awe, ready to drop to his knees if she’d ask him. ‘’What do you want, Major?’’ she whispered. They looked at each other, their pupils were dilated, they were both in the same situation; horny. He leaned in, reaching her ear. ‘’What I want, darling, I want to kiss every square inch of your body. I want to take you right now on this desk. I want your lipstick to mark every inch of my skin. Should I continue?’’ he teased. Her face was hot, they weren’t flirting anymore. It was a pure invitation to have sex with him. His hands were on her thigs; his thumb was caressing her skin. He looked at her with desire, what was she gonna say. ‘’Cat got your – ‘’ he was cut off by the mouth of the chief nurse on his. She was kissing him.

He was in shock of what just happened, that he didn’t respond to the kiss. So, when she pulled back, she was nervous, did she do anything wrong? When he realised that she wasn’t kissing him, he looked at her. ‘’Darling, can you please do that again, so I can kiss you back’’ he pleaded, with need in his voice. She nodded and their lips were back together. One of Bucky’s hands moved up to hold her neck, the other one moved down her back. His body moved forward so they could be as close as possible. They stopped kissing to take a breath. The kiss had left them both breathless. ‘’You feel what you do to me Y/n?’’ he almost moaned. One of her hands dropped to where his boner showed. ‘’Is this what I do to you Major? She mewled. He could only nod, his words were stuck in his throat. They kissed again, both fighting for dominance. But their kiss was brutely stooped by a knock at her door. ‘’I’m sorry for the interruption, but Bucky, we have a mission tomorrow, you must sleep’’ Gale Cleven was at the other side of the door, feeling bad that he interrupted his best friend in whatever he was doing in there.

‘’Fuck’’ he moaned, frustrated. She noticed a necklace in Egan’s neck. She took it off him and put it around her neck, the cross at the end of it was directly in her bra. ‘’Come and take it back tomorrow.’’ She whispered. Sure, she wanted to have sex with him, but they were in a war, he had to be well rested to kill the Germans. Bucky smirked and kissed her goodnight. When he left her lips, he wanted more, he was like a starved man. ‘’Goodnight Major’’ ‘’Goodnight darling’’ and he left her office. She couldn’t wait for him to come back tomorrow.

Part 4⬇️

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Batting Practice Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley takes you out, and it's clear he remembers all the details you told him. He even treats you to a trip to the batting cages, and at the end of the night, he's more than happy to give you a little tour of the Bronco.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing and smut (18+)

Length: 4700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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You locked yourself away in your bedroom as soon as Molly arrived and reread the text Bradley had sent earlier this morning. You had picked out a cute sundress to wear tonight, but now you were scrambling to change up your outfit.

Bradley Bradshaw: I wanted to surprise you tonight, Kitten, but I need to make sure you wear appropriate attire. I want to take you to the batting cages after dinner. You mind wearing sneakers?

You didn't mind doing anything he wanted. 

Quickly you perused all of the jeans you had lined up on your bed. You chose the pair that had a few casual rips and made your butt look good. You paired them with a flattering black top and some casual slip on sneakers. And then you focused on getting your hair and makeup in order. 

While you were a little hesitant for Everett to know you were going out with his coach tonight, you didn't see any way to hide it. He was making a pillow and blanket fort with your sister in the living room at the moment, and you figured Bradley would want to see him when he came to pick you up. 

As you were swiping another layer of mascara on your lashes and double checking yourself in the mirror, you heard Molly yell, "He's here!"

Your heart was absolutely racing as you capped your makeup and ran down the stairs just as you saw Bradley approaching your porch through the front window.

"Coach is here!" Everett called as you opened the door for him. Bradley was holding a bouquet of flowers in each hand, and he looked impossibly handsome. 

"Hi," he greeted all three of you, since Molly and Ev were now crowding around the door as well. 

"Hi, Coach. Come on in," you told him, nudging your sister out of the way with your leg. 

"I got one of these for you," he said, handing you some flowers. "And one for you," he told Molly, handing her the other bouquet with a smile. "Thanks for making tonight happen."

You would have been a little concerned about the way Molly was looking up at him if she was any other woman except for your sister.

"And this is for you," Bradley told Everett, extracting a baseball card from his back pocket. 

Everett's eyes went wide. "A baseball card? It's a Phillies player!"

"Yeah," Bradley replied with a laugh. "Do you collect them?"

"No," Everett whispered, gently turning the card over in his hands. You were ready to cancel dinner and the batting cages and take this man right up to your bedroom. The way he treated your son was perhaps the sexiest thing about him.

"Well, I do. That's one of mine, but you can have it," Bradley told him. "If you want to collect them, too, I'll get you a binder to keep them in."

Now both Molly and Everett were looking at Bradley like they never wanted him to leave their presence. 

"You ready to go?" he asked you softly, and you realized you were quite mesmerized by him too. 

"I'll take care of these for you," Molly said, gently pulling the flowers out of your hand. "Go have fun."

"Oh, Molly," Bradley added with a grin. "Bob says hi."

You turned and looked at your sister, and she was biting her lip and trying not to smile. That was interesting. 

When Bradley held out his hand, you laced your fingers with his, and both of you waved goodbye to Everett. 

Bradley opened the passenger door and helped you climb into the Bronco, but before he closed it, you gave him a quick kiss. "Thanks for the flowers. And Molly's flowers. And Everett's baseball card. You're really fucking sweet."

Bradley laughed and kissed you a little harder. "We're just getting started, Kitten."

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The flowers and baseball card seemed to have the unexpected but also desirable effect of your hands constantly on Bradley. 

You held his hand as he drove to the beach and found a parking space. You linked your fingers with his while he led you along the boardwalk to get burgers. And you wrapped your arms around his waist while you waited in line. 

"Okay, Kitten. I know it looks like I put in very little effort here, but you told me you like cheap burgers."

You looked up at him, your chin grazing his chest while you laughed. "My favorite."

"These ones are good," he promised you, guiding you up to the window when it was time to order. You turned around in Bradley's arms, and now it was his turn to get his hands on you. He listened to you rattle off your burger order as he stood behind you and let his hands settle on your waist. 

"Make it two," Bradley told the guy who was working once you were done ordering. "And you're holding something special back there for me as well."

You turned and looked up at Bradley over your shoulder, but he just shrugged and gave you his most innocent face.

"What?" he asked, trying not to laugh. 

"You're going to go out of your way to make tonight perfect, aren't you?"

"Of course, Kitten."

He watched your brow crease. "Huh. I never went out anywhere with Frank. Same goes for Danny. Unless you count dinner at Red Lobster after our quickie courthouse wedding."

That was the second time you had mentioned how badly your douchebag ex husband and coworker fling had treated you. Bradley desperately wanted more information, but a bag of burgers and a bottle of chilled champagne were being handed to him through the window.

"Veuve Clicquot? That's like a hundred dollars a bottle!" you said when the champagne caught your eye. 

"Oh, that's how you pronounce it? I just asked the woman at the store what to get for someone I was trying to impress."

You looked giddy as he handed it to you. "Well you can go back and tell her that you did a great job with that."

Bradley led you back to the Bronco where he pulled out the heavy blanket he had stashed on the backseat. "Feel like watching the sunset on the beach?"

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You and Bradley ate your burgers side by side on the blanket, facing the setting sun and the Pacific Ocean with paper cups of champagne. 

"Your job sounds a lot more exciting than mine," you commented after he told you about the six months he spent on an aircraft carrier last year.

"Kitten. Six months in the middle of the ocean with nobody to hang out with except Bob. Are you insane?"

You laughed and turned to look at him after you finished your food. "Are you insane? Bob is a literal angel! He's the sweetest man!"

"Hey, now. Did Bob ever buy you a three dollar burger? I don't think so."

You laughed harder as he leaned a little closer and kissed your cheek. "No, he never did that." Then your eyes went wide. "Why did you tell my sister that Bob said hi?"

Bradley shrugged. "They were pretty chatty after practice on Monday. Bob usually flirts by talking about income taxes or recipes he tried out. But Molly was laughing. Quite a bit. You have to bring her to another practice and see it for yourself."

You squeaked. "Molly thinks he's hot."

You watched Bradley grin and rub his hand over his mustache.

"And I still think he's so sweet," you added. "And so do all the other tee ball moms. You should hear what they say about the two of you."

"What do they say?" he asked, sounding slightly concerned. 

You snorted and shook your head. "That your arms are the size of fire hydrants. That you and Bob could take turns bench pressing them. That they would love a tour of your Bronco. I thought that one sounded like an innuendo, but I'm not exactly sure."

He smirked at you. "I'm only giving a tour of my Bronco to you."

"So... it is an innuendo then," you said, teasing him as he topped off your cup of champagne. 

"Don't take this the wrong way, Kitten, but is there a reason why you decided to get involved with that shitty guy from work?"

You glanced down at the blanket and scrunched up your nose. Frank had been an easy, convenient option, or at least that's what you had told yourself. When you looked up at Bradley, you took a deep breath and said, "I didn't think I could do better."

Bradley almost dropped the bottle of champagne, barely catching it before it hit the blanket. 

"Are you fucking joking?"

"No," you said quietly. 

"Jesus, Kitten. You could do way better than me, and I'd like to think I'm an upgrade from Frank who doesn't know how to take no for an answer."

You turned to look at the sun as it started to dip below the horizon, illuminating everything in orange. But your eyes were drawn back to Bradley and his beautiful face.

"See, Coach, the thing is... Frank was already an upgrade over Danny. We only got married, because I was pregnant. We weren't really even together."

"Kitten," he whispered, hooking his fingers underneath your chin and running his thumb along your lips.

"It's really all okay, because I got Everett out of the deal." The last thing you wanted was for Bradley to feel bad for you. Your life turned out better than you ever thought it would when you were still married. 

"Your son thinks you're cool," he said with a smile, and you smiled back. "I grew up without a dad, too. It scares me a bit how much I can relate to Everett."

You leaned into his palm where it was cupping your cheek. "What happened to your dad?"

"He died when I was four. And my mom died when I was nineteen."

You felt your face crumble as you scrambled across the blanket to reach for him. 

"It's okay, Kitten," he said with a soft chuckle as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "It was a long time ago."

"That just makes me want to hug you more," you told him, your words muffled against his neck. The deep laughter that rumbled in his chest made you push him back until he was laying on the blanket with you on top of him, your cheek resting on his chest.

Bradley tucked one arm behind his head and kissed your hair while he kept his other arm around your back. The two of you ended up watching the sun disappear from view and the sky start to turn purple with you draped across him, not saying a word until the first few stars were twinkling. 

"You ready to visit one of my favorite places with me?" Bradley asked softly when you tipped your chin up to look at him.

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" you asked, biting your lip as he parked at the batting cages. "I'm not even sure I know how to hold a bat correctly."

"I thought you were a pro now, Kitten. Watched all those YouTube videos."

You shot him a playfully scathing look as you unbuckled your seatbelt. 

"But don't worry," he added, leaning across the seat to kiss you. "I'm gonna be a lot more hands on." 

You pressed your lips together and nodded, and Bradley was excited for this. 

It was dark out now, but the bright stadium lights allowed this place to stay open late. There were some teenagers and another couple here as well, and Bradley led you inside to pay.

The air conditioner was blasting, and Bradley immediately opened his arms for you to snuggle against him. "Hi, one cage for an hour, please," he said, handing over his credit card. You were snuggling against him, but your lips also found their way to his neck as he quickly signed his credit card receipt. Bradley grunted your name as you kissed him, contemplating just taking you back to the car.

"Show me how to play baseball," you whispered. "I want to be a power hitter, too."

Bradley laughed and took you by the hand. "You gonna behave?"

You just shrugged as he led you to the helmets and helped you select one in your size. He grabbed one as well, along with two bats, and headed to the assigned cage with you, popping the gate open and then closing it behind you both. The sounds of other people hitting balls and laughing filled the air. 

"Keep your helmet on the whole time, okay?" He wiggled it onto your head and then gave you a kiss. "Want me to go first? Show you where to stand?"

"Yes, Coach Bradley," you said with a smirk. He wanted to wipe that smirk off your face with his lips. 

Instead he hummed as he positioned you in the corner of the chainlink cage and put his own helmet on. He turned the pitching machine on and set it to the highest speed. 

"See that light?" he asked, pointing down to the far end where the machine stood. "When I press the button to signal that I am ready for some pitches, it will change from red to green before each ball gets launched."

"Okay," you nodded, letting him know you understood.

"I have it set on fast, but I come here a lot. We can slow it down when it's your turn." Bradley pressed the button one more time and watched the light change to green as he got into his batting stance. He took a dozen pitches, hitting all of them hard up into the mesh or down along the ground. 

Maybe Bob was right; maybe he should join the officers rec league. He'd probably be better than everyone else, but maybe he could pitch instead of playing shortstop. He thought Everett might like to come watch him play. You and he could sit in the bleachers and cheer for him, and then Bradley could take Everett to pick out some baseball cards at the flea market in Coronado. 

"I know it sounds cliche, but keep your eye on the ball," he told you, hitting a few more pitches. "That's more important when you're hitting against a real pitcher than a machine, from a safety standpoint. But it's still important."

"You're all about safety, huh? I think it's part of the reason you make such a good tee ball coach." 

He turned and glanced at you. He hadn't really considered that he might be doing a good job at coaching the team; he usually deferred to Bob most of the time. But he was enjoying more aspects of coaching than he thought he would be. 

When he was done with his second round of pitches, he paused the machine and picked up the smaller bat. "Super into safety, Kitten. You have any idea how upset I'd be if you got hurt because of something I could have prevented?"

You took the bat from him and said, "Tell me."

"Devastated," he whispered, hooking one finger through your belt loop and pulling you toward him while he backed away. "Ready to give this a try?"

He turned you so you were in position with him standing behind you. "Plant your back foot over this way," he said, gently pushing your right foot back with his. "And then bend your knees a little more. Perfect."

"How do I hold the bat?" you asked over your shoulder.

Bradley wrapped his arms around you, and helped you place your hands where they needed to go. His front was pressed against your back, and he could feel the friction of his jeans rubbing against yours. 

"Like this," he rasped. You had goosebumps on your arms, even though it was still warm outside, and you were leaning back against him a bit.

When you were in position, he let his hands trail the length of your arms and down your sides until they settled on your hips. He'd been dying to be able to touch you freely like this for weeks, and now you were egging him on. 

"Like this?" you asked, your voice practically a moan as you pressed your ass back against him.

"Just like that," he agreed, letting his fingers slide up inside your shirt, making you giggle as he caressed your skin. "You ready for me to turn it on?" He squeezed you with both hands before letting go.

"I thought it was turned on," you mumbled before turning your face toward him and saying, "Yes, coach."

Bradley laughed as he selected the slowest pitch speed. "Watch for the green light, Kitten."

You swung too late at the first pitch, missing it completely. Same for the second and third pitches as well.

"You're swinging a little late, but you look good. Really good," he promised, staring at your ass as you swung a little earlier this time. You almost had the timing down, but you were just not quite there yet. "I'm pausing it for a minute." Bradley watched you bend to pick up one of the balls and he groaned. "Fuck."

"What?" you asked innocently. 

"You know what, Kitten. You love teasing me," he said, taking the ball out of your hand and tossing it toward the mesh fencing. He was a little hard now; something about the combination of your body and watching you try to hit a ball was really doing it for him. 

"Get me back into position?" you asked, and Bradley had his hands all over you again. When you wiggled slowly against him, he groaned before releasing you. 

"Focus. Let's try this again. Remember to swing earlier," he said, adjusting himself as the machine sent a pitch your way. 

You missed the first pitch and groaned. You missed the second one, still swinging a little late.

"Come on, show me where Everett gets his skills from," Bradley told you. "You can do it, Kitten."

Then you nailed the third pitch, sending the ball up into the netting. "Oh my god, did you see that?" you screeched. 

"Sure did! But pay attention, you've got more pitches coming."

You hit the next few in a row as well, and then Bradley turned off the machine and caught you just as you jumped into his arms. 

You dropped the bat to the ground and kissed him. "I'm a power hitter," you whispered against his lips with a smile. Bradley pulled off your helmet and let that fall to the ground too. He held your lips to his with a firm hand at the back of your neck.

He was certain you could tell he was a little hard, the way you were moving against him. "You proud of yourself?" he asked. 

That simple question could have so many meanings, but the way you gasped, "Yes," had him slipping his fingers underneath your shirt again. 

He kneaded your skin softly while you kissed him, and he finally managed to say, "Let's get out of here, Kitten."

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The short ride back to your house was quiet, the air in the Bronco thick with anticipation. Bradley must know you couldn't invite him inside tonight. Even if you could sneak him in and back out again, you weren't going to do it when Molly was there.  

When Bradley pulled into your driveway and cut the engine you had your seatbelts off immediately. "Come here, Kitten," he whispered, easing his seat back and rubbing his thigh. He groaned as you crawled across the seat toward him and kept his hands planted at his sides until you were straddling his right thigh. 

"This is technically our third date, right?" you asked, licking your lips.

"That's right," he confirmed.

"Makes this okay, then," you whispered. You were wet; you could tell your underwear was soaked from the anticipation of the ride home. But it felt so good pressing yourself against him, like you were quenching a need you didn't even know you had before tonight. 

"Hi, Coach," you said softly, scooting up along his thigh with a soft gasp as your hands came to rest on his shoulders. 

Bradley's hands found your hips in the darkness, and then his lips and mustache were on your neck. "Hi, Kitten." He bit you softly, and your head tipped back slowly, your body arching against his. 

You could feel yourself slowly grinding against his leg, and then you stopped yourself, embarrassed. You were like a cat in heat, humping his thigh. 

Digging your fingers into his soft hair, you pulled his head back so you could get your lips on his. "Don't stop, baby," he commanded, hands on your hips guiding your core slowly along his thigh. "Feel good?" his breaths were a little shorter, and his voice was deeper now. The interior of the Bronco was so quiet, every single tiny noise either of you made felt impossibly amplified. 

"Feels so good," you whined softly, right next to his ear, and he jerked his leg up against you, making you cry out his name. 

"That's right, Kitten. I'll take care of you," he promised. "Give you what you need."

You nodded vigorously, lips parted before you mashed your mouth to his, letting him invade you with his tongue and taste your teeth. He swallowed all of your moans as he pushed his hands higher up your shirt until he was pulling it off. You were moving against him slowly, his huge palms warm on your back as the cool air hit your skin. 

Bradley leaned back against the seat and smiled at you. "Been dying to see everything since you sent me those dirty photos while you were at work."

His fingers found their way between the fabric of your plain black bra and your skin, and you could hear yourself begging him to unhook it. 

When you felt the fabric slide away from your breasts, only to be replaced by his rough thumbs, you became one hundred percent certain that he was going to make you orgasm with your jeans still on. 

"So pretty," he whispered, toying gently with your breasts while you moved your hips along his thigh, your movements becoming a little more erratic. 

"Bradley," you gasped, a little nervous about what was going to happen. "Is this okay?" Your voice was quavering. 

"I love it," he promised before his lips wrapped around your tight nipple, and you were practically seeing stars. Your underwear was slick and soaking wet as your clit was met with the perfect amount of pressure. 

Bradley sucked harder on your right nipple, palming your left breast a little roughly. "Oh, god," you gasped. He was amazing. He was doing everything you needed him to with almost no prompting. 

"Fucking gorgeous," he murmured, brushing your wet, hard nipple with his lips and mustache. Now you were bucking against him as he devoured you, all needy lips and gentle teeth. Bradley held your chest to his lips, both hands on your back as your legs started to shake.

"Oh!" you cried out into the darkness. "Bradley!" 

"Cum, baby." He was swirling his tongue against you as you stuttered and clenched deliciously around nothing, soaking your panties even more. 

You rode out your orgasm until your hips were barely rocking against him. Bradley was rock hard inside his jeans, pressing against your right leg, and when you reached for his zipper, he eased you back along the seat with his knee pressing firmly against your core.

Once you had eased his zipper down, you reached inside to stroke him through his underwear. He hissed for you when you squeezed him gently. He was huge. He was going to make you feel so good all over again.

Your phone alarm started to screech inside your purse, and Bradley whacked his head on the passenger door while you scrambled beneath him.

"I'm so sorry," you said breathlessly, reaching to try to silence your phone, but it took you a few seconds to find it. "Sorry."

Bradley just grunted and kissed your cheek. "Is that your cue to end our third date?" he asked through clenched teeth. 

"I'm sorry," you said again.

He was still holding himself above you, and you assumed he was still hard when you started to reach for him. But he eased himself away from you, and you wanted to scream out that it wasn't fair. 

"Bradley," you whispered, but he was already helping you up to a seated position. When you reached for his jeans again, he stopped you, and brought your hand up to his lips. 

"It's okay, Kitten. We'll have more time another day," he told you, reaching for your bra and helping you put it on. 

"I'm sorry, Bradley. It's just that Molly has to work tomorrow, and I promised I wouldn't be out-"

He quieted you with a kiss, letting his forehead rest against yours. 

"I had fun with you tonight." His breath was hot against your face. "I want to go out with you again."

"Me too," you agreed right away. That wasn't even a question in your mind. 

He pulled your shirt over your head before he popped open the passenger door. The air outside felt freezing as you stepped down onto your driveway, but Bradley followed you out, zipping up his jeans before wrapping his arm around you. 

As he walked you up to your door, you bit your lip and nudged his semi hard length with your palm, and he groaned before he started to laugh. 

"I'm sorry about that," you said with a grin. 

"Don't be, Kitten," he said and then kissed you. "Got you off. That was more important."

You squeaked as his lips met your neck. "Nobody else has ever made me cum like that," you whispered into the cool air. Bradley groaned against your skin, making you clench as you added, "Frank couldn't get me off at all. I had to think about you to be able to finish."

Bradley froze and then backed you up against your porch railing, examining your face. "You thought about me when you were with another man?" he growled, and you trembled.

"Yes," you whispered, and he was pushing himself against you and tasting your tongue again. You were about to chance taking him up to your bedroom with you, but your neighbor's motion activated light turned on and lit up your entire porch. 

Bradley pulled his mouth away from yours, but he was panting now, and his cock was twitching against your belly.

"I'll be thinking about that forever," he promised, looking at you in awe. He exhaled a ragged breath and said, "Go inside. I'll see you at the game tomorrow, Kitten."

You moaned as he stepped away from you and guided you to the door by your shoulders. "Good night, Coach." With one more kiss, you were opening your front door and letting your fingers brush against his. 

When you closed your door and leaned against it, you saw Molly was smirking from your couch, holding a book on her lap. 

"Oh my, look at you," she said, making you grin and giggle. "The two of you were sitting in the driveway for an awfully long time."

"Shut up," you mumbled, still smiling at her as she started to grab her things so she could leave. "Thanks, Molly."

After your sister left, you were too jittery to go to bed. Your skin felt flushed with heat, so you stripped down to your bra and damp underwear and fell back onto your bed, a puddle of satiated lust. 

You giggled as you thought of the state Bradley left in. You grabbed your phone and texted him.

Sorry I left you with such a big problem to take care of.

He texted back so quickly, you were scrambling to see what he said. 

Bradley Bradshaw: I just got home. I'm about to take care of it, Kitten.

You sucked air into your lungs, heart pounding as you wrote back.

Just how big of a problem is it?

He attached a photo that had your jaw dropping open. His cock was huge, tenting his gray boxer shorts. And he was grabbing himself through the fabric. You groaned as you were filled with need once again.

Bradley Bradshaw: Massive.

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Massive. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 10

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[natspookie]

waiting game

inspired by la casa de papel :,) natasha romanoff x fem!reader

☆ summary : natasha slips out something she doesn’t mean || angst and fluff at the end

☆ warnings : age gap (legal, 36 and 21), and swearing

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“why would i go and fuck around with a kid?” you stared at the wall while natasha denied any relationship rumors between the two of you in a meeting after your mission.

you and natasha had been dating for over 8 months. no one knew. natasha liked it that way. she wanted to keep it low key and secretive to protect you from any enemies and weirdness. you didn’t, however, like it that way. but you decided having natasha like this was better than not having her at all.

in the mission with natasha as the lead, you were hacking the computer when natasha got distracted, talking to you, and you got shot in the shoulder. she immediately fired, which was the total opposite of how the mission was supposed to go.

it was supposed to be a quick and quiet get in and out, but with that fire natasha shot, more men came.

the meeting was dismissed and you were the first to stand up and leave the room. wanda caught up to you, one of your closest friends. “hey, wanna have drinks in 30 mins?” she smiled sympathetically.

she didn’t know you two were dating. but she did notice the lingering gaze you always had on natasha and within any circumstance, what natasha said would’ve hurt you nonetheless.

you nodded and thanked her before making your way to your own room. some of your important things were in natasha’s room but you really needed to clear your head.

you walked into your bathroom with your dresser there and started putting on some makeup in front of the mirror.

you were looking down applying some lip ointment on your finger when natasha sneaked her arms around your waist “i’m sorry for what i said” she mumbled

“no you aren’t” you laughed as she stayed silent. “and thats okay” you looked up at her in the mirror as you said that

“i don’t- i didn’t mean it, alright?”

“look nat, i get why you did it and trust me, i understand.” you turned around to face her, leaning on the desk” “but i’m going to be honest with you. that hurt me. maybe i’ll come off as a ‘kid’ and be whiny but i can’t change how i feel” you pursed your lips into a smile and shrugged walking out of her embrace to search your closet for something to wear

“you’re mad” she followed me out the bathroom

“i’m- embarrassed okay? everyone thinks of me as a kid and- yeah! i’m the youngest but..” you shrugged again, unable to complete that sentence. picking out a pair of flare jeans, socks, and a tank top, closing the bathroom door in front of natasha

“where are you going dekta” natasha leaned her forehead against the door “wanda invited me to some drinks, i’ll be back later and we can talk about it. bye nat” you opened the door and kissed her cheek as she watched your door shut.

natasha sat on your bed waiting for you to come home that night, you never did.

it was 4 in the morning when she called you for the upteenth time, getting more worried by the minute.

she made her way to her room in order to change, supposedly going to check on you at the bar but found you passed out on her bed.

your clothes were discarded at your side while you laid under the covers. natasha let out a sigh of relief that you were safe.

she slid under the covers beside you and played with some stray hairs, careful to not wake you even if you were hammered. “i’m really sorry dekta, i love you” she kissed your forehead, intertwining her legs with yours, and falling asleep.

the bed was empty when she woke up, as well as the clothes that you removed last night. she rubbed her eyes and left the room in search of you.

she passed by the common room with you in the kitchen, brewing some tea. steve, bucky, and wanda were there as well, sipping some coffee and having breakfast. “morning nat” steve said, looking up from his newspapers

“mornin” she looked at you, who didn’t acknowledge her at all. “how’s your shoulder, y/n/n?” she fiddled with her rings, walking closer.

“good, cho fixed it up right after we got back…thanks” you smiled, taking a seat beside wanda. “uh- can we talk?” you looked at her, and you did.

you followed her to an empty hallway.

“i’m sorry” “it’s okay” “no it’s not”

“nat, like i said last night, i understand why, ‘kay? it just doesn’t make you verbalizing my fear any better” you looked at her

“i know, but i need you to know that you are not just some kid, and this is definitely not us fucking around” you nodded, unsure what to say

“i don’t want to keep you a secret anymore” she whispered against your lips as you frowned “i don’t want this forcing you to tell everyone” she shook her head. “the team knowing can’t hurt” you both smiled. “i really love you nat, sorry i walked out last night” you hugged her “and i really love you and will always be here” she mumbled

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bonus: how each person on the team found out.

you and natasha decided to not hide anymore, but also not show it in obvious pda.

wanda

well… you told her, with her being your best friend and all.

but what you didn’t know was she saw you and natasha grinning from ear to ear in the kitchen and sharing a kiss a few weeks beforehand, she kept it to herself with a smile.

tony

when natasha ditched her original seating in the movie nights to sit beside you and leaned her head on your shoulder, he observed you both more often.

it was only confirmed when he saw you both get home from a date from the cctv cameras, walking into the compound with hands held together.

steve

during training, natasha failed to see steve resting at the very back when she tackled you into a kiss right when you finished doing pull ups on the bar.

bruce

tony told him, but told him not to tell anyone

clint

spying in the vents.

maria

she saw you guys kiss as natasha came back from a long mission

thor

he still doesn’t know, even after a year of dating, because he’s always so loud that you two have enough time to separate.

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

Fever and Fainting

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.6K

Summary: being sick sucked a little less with your girlfriends.

TW: vomiting, fainting (i guess?), like one swear word

A/N this is my first fic so it might kinda suck sorry

You had spent the last five days looking after your old neighbours kid who was sick, so it was no surprise to you when you woke up feeling like your head was packed with sand. The headache you could deal with but the pit of nausea that seemed to only get worse had you throwing back the sheets and sprinting to the ensuite in a heartbeat. As your dinner from the night before made a reappearance you thanked whatever gods were out there Nat and Wanda had training early this morning and weren’t there to watch. As much as you loved them you had never once been sick whilst together. Sure Wanda had the flu a couple months back and Nat had been great but this was different. This wasn’t the flu, and frankly you didn’t know what it was yet. You flushed the toilet and wiped your mouth, wanting nothing more than to climb back into bed. Fixing your hair in the mirror you saw how pale you looked. Ghostly. Changing into Nat’s fluffy long pants and Wandas sweatshirt, and throwing on some makeup you walked down to the kitchen. Pulling your hands into the sleeves as a chill ran up your spine. Clint was sat in the kitchen as Wanda made breakfast Nat hovering nearby and stealing bacon.

The sound of your girls laughing made it an easy decision. You weren’t going to tell them. They looked so happy and they had just come back from a week long mission in Moscow and needed some time to relax. You’d taken a swig of anti-nausea meds that had tasted like dirt so you thought everything would be fine. Clearing your throat, the girls looked up. It had been a bad idea. Now along with the headache your throat hurt too. Smiling you gave them a hug dodging their kisses to your cheek, you missed they looks of surprise. You never avoided kisses. Once you sat down at the table your body seemed to suddenly gain mass. Your limbs now felt like dead weights and it was somehow getting colder. Suppressing a shiver, Wanda came over with a plate of bacon and toast, knowing your dislike for eggs. But after only a couple bites you went back into the kitchen to “get more”, but really you simply put back what you didn’t eat and left.

Wanda frowned at the slightly larger pile of food in the kitchen, her and Nat knew you were acting odd, but lying to them and not eating wasn’t something you did.

Your legs screamed at you as you walked back to the lift. When your eyes landed on your bed your legs seemed to not take no for an answer. Eyes rolling back in your head you didn’t hear the door open.

Walking into their shared room to find you halfway to the floor wasn’t something Nat had ever planned on. “Y/N!” She yelled, reaching you a second too late and having to watch you head connect with the floor. Nat rushed over pulling your unconscious body into her arms.

“Friday, alert Wanda that i need her now.”

“Right away Ms. Roman-off”

A second later Wanda appeared in the doorway.

“Nat you needed m- OMG what happened.” Wanda raced to Nat’s side who now had you clutched tightly to her.

“Im not sure she just passed out, I only got here in time to see her hit her head when she fell” Wanda tapped you cheek lightly in an attempt to brig you around.

“Y/n/n. Wake up sweetheart. Come on”

A muffled sound pulled you out of wherever you were. But as it came clearer so did the pain in your head which had increased ten fold. Groaning you made out the voice to be Wandas.

“Baby, are you ok” Wanda laid a hand on your cheek, only to sharply pull it back a moment later.

“Shit Nat she’s burning up.”

A moment later another hand placed on your cheek. Leaning into the cold touch you moaned slightly at the feeling. Too tired and sick to be embarrassed. Suddenly your eye flew open and you frantically tried to extract yourself from the assassins arms. Wandas eye went wide at your loud thoughts, quickly passing you a bin as what little breakfast you had tumbled into it. Nat’s hands drew back your hair as Wanda shushed you and traced patterns on your back. Tears slipped down you cheeks, you hated being sick. When you were done your head lolled, the girls quick to pull you back before you ended up in your own sick.

“Sweetheart can you hear me?” Wanda asked, you groaned in response, both girls too concerned to laugh, they exchanged looks of worry.

“I’ll take that as a yes” Nat smiled softly.

“Can you stand up baby we need to get your fever down.”

“Based off the pink medicine in the bin I’d say you knew you were sick already, didn’t you” Nat poked.

Wanda glared at her for a moment mouthing “not now” to her. You turned your face into Nat’s shoulder as she picked you up. Wanda already in the next room drawing a tepid bath. You were too tired to process what was happening and too sick to care, as they peeled off your clothes. Damp with your sweat. You half stood half leaned on the counter shaking violently as the girls watched the bath water fill up the tub. When Nat lowered you into the water, which felt freezing against you skin, you almost cried. Clinging to her they shushed you. Together they washed your skin free of the sweat, before wrapping you in a soft fluffy towel and dressing you in Nat and Wanda’s spare Pjs.

Nat carried you back to the bed as Wanda went off in search of a bucket.

“M’ s’rry” you mumbled, feeling slightly more lucid after the bath.

“Oh sweetheart” Wanda said walking back in. “You don’t need to be sorry.”

“You cant help being sick” Nat agreed. The two girls joining you on the bed. Nat ran her hands through your hair whilst Wanda traced shapes on your leg. Slowly you drifted off to sleep.

Only to be awoken a couple hours later in violent need of the bucket Wanda had set down by the bed. Crawling over the top of your girls legs, you hung off the edge of the bed as you threw up again into the bucket. Waking both girls up in the process. You found your hair being pulled back again. Nothing came up but bile, your stomach having rejected all food earlier. More tears fell as you finished, strong hands pulling you back up onto the bed. You sniffled snuggling into their embrace as they whispered sweet nothings in you ear.

“Oh sweet girl. Do you feel better now?” Wanda asked, sighing in relief at you little nod.

“Not going to go again?” Nat asked, sweeping you hair back from your eyes. You shook you head slightly as more tears fell. With the pad of her thumb Wanda brushed them away, as Nat peppered your cheek with kisses.

As you fell asleep again, the two girls shared a look. Normally you were never so quiet and needy, but then again they had never seen you sick before. Pulling you closer to them they spoke in hushed tones. Agreeing if you didn’t get better soon, especially after giving you meds they would take you to Bruce. It seemed you fever had broke but the vomiting hadn’t stopped. Each time they fed you food, soup or other light things it simply came back up around a half hour later. After almost two days Nat and Wanda carried you to Bruce’s lab. Your half asleep form clutched to Wanda’s chest, as you watched through half lidded eyes.

After running some tests Bruce confirmed a bad case of the stomach flu. Giving the girls some stronger meds and a sick bag for the trip back to your room. He gave you some meds and small nibble of food. As the meds were ones you couldn’t take on an empty stomach. You made it all the way to the lift before your eyes snapped open and you threw up on Wanda and yourself. Bursting into tears, Nat and Wanda shared a surprised look before reassuring you and telling you it was alright.

“Its ok sweet girl i know you didn’t mean to.” Wanda cooed brushed back your hair.

“Come on we’ll go back and you can both shower.” Nat smiled pulling Wanda and you down the hall.

After a shower the three of you were back in bed. The two girls verbally wrestling with you and begging you to have more to eat.

“Come on baby we’ll even let you choose the movie.” Wandas hands held the awful syrup you’d come to despise. Sighing deeply you opened your mouth allowing them to give you the medicine. After twenty minutes, the girls watched you sleep ready to give you a sick bag, not wanting a repeat of the lift situation. Chicago PD playing on the tv in the background. When a half hour passed and so did an hour they relaxed some. Keeping the sick bag by the bed if you needed it later. Snuggling up to you they held you close as you all fell asleep. That night you only woke up twice to be sick, both times your girls held you and comforted you until you were asleep again.

Over the next few days you slowly came good again. Back to your usual self, life in the compound returned to normal. Or as normal as it can be for a witch, an assassin and their girlfriend.

Master list

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[chemical-killjoy]

Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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part 2

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y/n's pov

"Have a good day and- and oh you better be on time tomorrow!"My boss's words echoed as I walked out of the store, swinging my tote bag over my shoulder. I let out a sigh, the cold air stinging my cheeks. It was only 6:00 PM, but I had asked him for an early dismissal since I still had to get ready for that stupid party tonight. Ugh, why did I ever agree to go in the first place?

I hurried down the busy street, weaving between people who seemed to be in just as much of a hurry as I was. The thought of that stupid party only made me more impatient, but I knew I had to go. I really regret saying yes but I can't cancel on Liv last minute. She'd kill me.

Thirty minutes later, I finally made it home, my shoulders slumped in exhaustion. The moment I stepped inside our tiny apartment, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto my bed, too tired to even change out of my clothes. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told me I had exactly an hour to get ready.

I pushed myself up off the bed, wincing as I stretched out my stiff muscles. I groaned and walked over to my tiny closet, rummaging through the hangers and mess of clothes until I found something halfway decent to wear.

I didn't want to go all out but I also didn't want to look like a total loser. After much thinking, I settled on a black mini skirt with some ripped fishnets and a sleeveless band shirt that I cropped, and finally my platform dr. martens. Not my best outfit but it would have to do. I quickly straightened my hair and threw on some makeup.

"y/nnnn" Olivia called from the living room. I let out a small groan, knowing that meant she was already waiting for me. "Just give me a minute!" I yelled back, quickly putting my rings, earrings, and necklaces on. Once I was finally satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my purse and jacket and headed out of the room.

As I stepped into the living room, I could already see the impatient look on Olivia's face. She was sitting on the couch, her posture perfect as always, wearing a fitted red dress that hugged her curves just right. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail and she had a pair of black heels dangling from her fingers. "About time!" she said with a roll of her eyes. "You took forever."

I rolled my eyes playfully" Shut up I just came back from work" I said as I walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. "Besides, we have to be fashionably late "I added with a grin. Olivia laughed and smacked my arm lightly.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Are you ladies ready ?." Said a deep masculine voice. I glanced at Olivia, who nodded, indicating that it was indeed her boyfriend. We both stood up and headed towards the door.

I let Olivia open the door, not really wanting to deal with him right now. As soon as she did, her boyfriend, Alex, stepped inside, his green eyes scanning me up and down. Ew.

I always hated Alex. From the moment Olivia introduced him as her boyfriend, there was just something wrong about him. Maybe it was the way he always looked at me like I was a piece of cake, or maybe it was the way he treated Liv like shit, but she was too blind to see. Whatever it was, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around him.

As he stepped into the apartment, I glanced at Olivia, trying to gauge her reaction to his presence. She was always so damn good at pretending like everything was okay, but I could see the tension in her shoulders and the way she bit her bottom lip.

"You look amazing, Liv," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "As always." He gave her a quick kiss, making my skin crawl.

"Thanks, Alex," Olivia replied, her voice a little shaky." Let's go" I added, trying to break the awkward silence. "We're gonna be late." I grabbed my jacket from the couch and shrugged it on, hoping to hurry this whole thing along. Olivia shot me a grateful look before turning back to her boyfriend.

We got inside Alex's car, I sat in the back, as usual, and Olivia in the passenger seat. I glanced out the window as Alex drove, trying to ignore the uncomfortable silence that settled between us.

After a fifteen-minute drive, Alex finally pulled up in front of a fancy looking house. I sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long night. As we got out of the car, I couldn't help but feel a little out of place. The other girls here were dressed in designer dresses and heels, while I looked like I was going to a rave.

We walked up to the door and Alex knocked, waiting for someone to answer. A moment later, a tall, blonde girl with a smile on her face opened the door. "Alex, you're here. Come in." She stepped aside, motioning for us to enter. I shot Olivia a look as we walked in, feeling even more uncomfortable.

The house was huge, with high ceilings and expensive looking art on the walls. There were so many people here, all of them dressed to impress. I felt even more out of place than before. I tried to stay close to Olivia, hoping she would make me feel better about being here.

A few minutes passed, and I found myself getting bored. This party is lame as fuck. Olivia seemed to be having fun, talking to some of her friends, and laughing, but I was regretting coming here. I mean, I know I should support her and all, but I just can't stand this.

"Liv," I said, trying to get her attention. "Can we, like, go somewhere else or something? I'm kind of bored here." Olivia glanced over at me, a frown tugging at her lips. "Okay, hold on a second," she said before turning back to her friends.

I sighed in frustration as I waited for Olivia to finish her conversation. This party was even worse than I thought. The music was awful, the people were fake, and I was starting to feel dizzy.

I decided to go get a drink since Olivia was taking forever. I made my way through the crowd, trying not to trip over my feet in these ridiculous shoes, and finally reached the kitchen.

A group of people were already gathered around the counter chatting and laughing. I stood in the back, trying to decide what I wanted to drink, I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice, then poured some soda into it. I wasn't in the mood to drink alcohol tonight.

Just as I was about to turn back with my drink, someone bumped into me, causing me to spill soda all over my shirt. I let out a frustrated groan, already hating this night even more.

"alright motherfucker" I turned around, ready to give the person who bumped into me a piece of my mind, but the words died on my lips when I saw who it was.

"I'm so sorry- wait y/n ?"

"Matt ?" I said, my voice small. He looked just as shocked as I felt. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

He smiled. "Lucas invited the whole group" He shrugged before looking down at my now ruined shirt. " Shit..um..I'm so sorry about your shirt" He said softly.

"It's fine don't worry about it," I forced a smile, trying to play it cool.

"Matt what the fuck is taking you so long…y/n?!" A voice called out behind him, causing me to glance over my shoulder.

"hey ?" I said looking at Chris who looked so confused. "What are you doing here ?" he asked now standing next to Matt. "I'm just here with my roommate…uh…she's right there I guess," I said pointing at Olivia. She was still talking to her friends and didn't seem to notice.

"Ohhhh, I see…well…um…good to see you…I guess?" Chris said nervously, clearly not sure what to do with the situation. Matt was now talking to Nate who was standing behind Chris.

I glanced down at my shirt. I was wearing nothing but my bra under it, but they got wet as well and It was getting uncomfortable. "fuck" I muttered under my breath, and Chris seemed to notice. "you alright?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, not wanting to make a scene.

"Wait why is your shirt wet ?" Chris asked, now looking really concerned. I glanced down at my shirt again, feeling a little self-conscious. "It's nothing," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "It's just a shirt, I'm sure it'll dry off soon." I forced a small laugh, but he didn't seem to buy it.

"Here," he said suddenly pulling his sweater over his head, revealing a black tank top underneath. "Take this." He held the sweater out to me.

"Chris it's fine really…" I started to say, but he cut me off.

"No, it's not. You need it, and it's not like I'm cold or anything. Take it." He insisted, I hesitated for a moment before finally taking the sweater from him. "Thanks, I appreciate it." I smiled softly.

He nodded, seeming satisfied." I'll go find a bathroom to change into this. Thanks again, Chris." I said, and he smiled warmly. "No problem, I'll be waiting for you here when you get back." I nodded and made my way through the crowd.

After a few minutes of searching, I finally found a bathroom, just as I was about to twist the doorknob, the door opened from inside. And as if this night wasn't already bad enough, it was none other than Alex. "Oh hey, fancy seeing you here," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Alex if you're done using the bathroom please move aside so I can get in," I said, annoyance clear in my voice. He chuckled leaning on the door frame.

"What's the hurry, Y/N? We're all friends here, aren't we?" He smirked, his eyes roaming over my body. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my anger in check. "I'm not your friend," I said. "And I'm in a bit of a hurry."

He laughed, stepping aside but as I was about to walk past him, he grabbed my wrist. "Oh wait, where's the fire?" he said, pulling me closer. "Let me just check if you're okay…" His other hand reached up and cupped my cheek. I felt trapped, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to free myself from his grip.

"Let go of me, Alex," I hissed through gritted teeth.

He laughed, tightening his grip on my wrist. "Oh, I'm just trying to help you out. You don't have to be so…aggressive." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You know you want this, Y/N. You've always wanted it."

I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, feeling panic rising up inside me. "Let go of me, Alex," I repeated. I felt so trapped, so helpless.

His grip tightened even more. "Oh, come on," he growled, "you're not going to make this easy, are you?" He leaned in closer than before if that was even possible, his hot breath fanning my cheek.

I couldn't breathe. "I could make you scream," he whispered into my ear, his hand still gripping my wrist so tightly it felt like it was going to break. "I could make you beg"

I felt tears prick my eyes, but I refused to let him see them. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. "Let me go, Alex," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady.

He laughed, as his hand trailed down my body, resting on my hip. "You know you want this, Y/N," he whispered in my ear, his breath sending a chill down my spine.

"Alex please let go" I plead, tears starting to fall down my cheeks.

" Alex ? Y/n ?" A voice called out from the end of the hallway and Alex finally let go slightly pushing me.

oh no no no no this can't be happening right now, I thought desperately as I felt the tears running down my cheeks, the warmth of them making me even more miserable.

Olivia stood there, her face flushed and her eyes wide with anger. "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, her voice shaking with fury.

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[luckybitchsstuff]

could you do something angsty with trent alexander arnold? like maybe you two get into a huge fight and break up but he wants you back?

Sometimes we say things we don't mean - Trent Alexander Arnold

Pairing - Trent Alexander Arnold x female reader

Warnings - some swear words and arguing but nothing to bad

Omg okay, this is a good one. Also, I have around seven requests at the moment, including this one, so if you have requested and it takes a while for me to post it, I'm sorry

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It was stupid you made a silly remark on how girls were tripping over their own feet after seeing Trent. At first, he laughed about it, but as soon as you got home, he changed completely, and now you were stuck in the middle of a fight that was stupid and didn't need to be happening

“I don't even know why you are so angry. It was a little joke,” you shouted back at him as he scoffed. “You know exactly what you have been doing. You get so possessive and controlling over anything I do. You must stop blaming girls within a 5-meter radius of being in love with me.”

You shook your head. “I'm not being possessive or controlling. It's true, Trent. Everywhere we go, girls are drooling over you, and you barely pay any attention to me. It hurts, you know to be thrown to the side as I watch girls touch up on you, and you act like nothing is happening!” you felt tears burning in your eyes you could just curl into a ball

“Maybe if you didn't need attention 24/7 like a lost puppy, I wouldn't act like this, and you expect me to stand next to you when you look likeninjsut picked you up off the street for about 20 pounds an hour.” you stared at him in disbelief no fucking way he just compared you to a prostitute

“Fuck you, and we're done.” before he could say anything else, you grabbed your bag and keys and walked straight to your car, getting in and driving away without looking back. You couldn't believe he'd say that to you after your four years together. A fight has never been that bad

You got to your sister's house it was around 12:30 when you got there so you were sure she wasn't awake but you needed to stay somewhere and she was the only place close you walked up to the door ringing the door bell twice after a minute you heard the door unlocking to see a very sleepy personnstood at the door it wasn't your sister it was her boyfriend

“Is y/s/n here?” he nodded, and after seeing your state, he let you in. If anyone had seen your state, they would think you were pissed out of your mind, the mascara all over your face, bloodshot eyes from the crying, and your hair wasn't straight anymore. It was frizzy

“She's upstairs in bed. She's awake, though. I'll sit down here till you want me to come up.” you rubbed your back slightly before going to sit on the sofa. You made your way up the stairs and walked into your sister's room. She lifted her head from her phone, and as soon as she saw you, she sat up and wrapped her arms around you.

You stayed like that for a few minutes before she stood up to get some makeup wipes for you to wipe your face. “What happened?” she sat in front of you handing you the wipes

You told her starting from when you were out to when you left the house she gave you another hug telling you that you can sleep in her spear bedroom

It had been two days since your and Trent's argument, and you were starting to feel a little better, but you needed him back. You had barely slept because you couldn't without him there.

You heard a knock on the front door. You were about to stand up, but your sister beat you to it and walked towards the door, which you couldn’t see from the living room. You heard someone come in thinking nothing about it since her friends came over a lot

Your sister walked in, giving you a look, and then Trent followed. You felt relieved to see him, but you were still hurt by what he said to you. He smiled slightly at you before asking if you guys could talk. You nodded, and your sister left the room to go upstairs to give you both space to talk.

“I'm just going to say this now before you say anything. Whatever I said to you that night was wrong, and I know I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you, either. You were telling me how you feel, and as your boyfriend, I should always listen to you.” he stopped for a few seconds before continuing. “I'm not saying you must forgive me yet, but please just come home. I can't sleep knowing you're angry at me and also knowing you're just not with me, so please just come home.”

He looked down while waiting for you to respond. You didn't know what to say. You knew you wanted to forgive him, but you didn't know how or what to say

“I forgive you, but it still hurts Trent. Hearing the words come out of your mouth hurts a lot. I knew you didn't mean it straight away, but at the time, it was heated, and I shouldn't have dragged it out. This isn't just your fault I'll come home but I need to get my stuff ready okay?” you looked up at him to see him staring at you

You stood up to go get your bag but your sister was already holding it at the door. “Wow, you really must want to get rid of me!” you both laughed as Trent grabbed your bag for you and took it to your car as you were putting your shoes on he came back in

He gave you a hug you felt comforted again. God, had you missed this, you looked up at him, going on your tiptoes to kiss him before sinking back down and laying your head on his chest again. “I'm sorry I hurt you,” he said lowly. You lifted your head and looked up at him. “I forgive you.” he leaned it, connecting your lips again, and for the first time in 3 days, you felt comfort knowing you were back in his arms and that he was still yours.

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Sorry this took so long I've been so busy recently but ill start posting more again soon thank you guys for the requests love you all

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[delilahcalicocat]

Hi Delilah, can i request a Cody Rhodes x reader oneshot fic where reader gets compared to Cody's ex wife Brandi all the time and she gets alot of hate, reader tries to break up with Cody but he's not having it and he defends reader.

(No hate to Brandi i looove her 💯)

A/N: Of Course, but yes. No hate to Brandi or anyone, Brandi is awesome. I literally screamed during WrestleMania when I saw her again lol.

★~You... Mean it?~♡

{Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Toxic Social Media Followers, Kissing, Fem!reader having insecurities}

《Rating: Fluff》

[Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader]

Cody and you'd been dating since he tore his pectoral muscle

Since he had went through a divorce with Brandi.

You were the only one to be there in the gym since you'd been training up to return.

So after he won The Royal Rumble, he'd been spending some time with you on Monday before he had to go wrestle

You were Scrolling social media, you posted some pics of your makeup for the night

It was a red base with a blue cut crease and white wing liner

And your outfit matched the makeup, being a Red Shirt with Cody's logo on it, a White Skirt, and a Blue Sparkly Bow in your hair.

Everytime you posted on Social Media, you'd be compared to Cody's Ex-Wife.

You hated that you'd be compared, you were both totally different.

But you always kept the comments secret from Cody.

You and Cody hurried into the Arena, as it was 7:58, and Cody had to get ready for his entrance.

You appeared alongside Cody, since he wanted you to be there with him

While Cody was talking about his plans for WrestleMania, the Line between Social Media and Real Life snapped.

You'd been insecure about this appearance because you looked similar to what Brandi wore in AEW..

But Cody Continued to speak about the plan to defeat Roman

Until a person shouted "She looks like Brandi!"

and another shouted "You deserve better!"

The crowd loudly Booed Y/N, She was always hated on Social media but this was too far..

"C-Cody... I think we should break up.." You said through choked out sobs, Tears running Down your face

"No, Everyone in this arena shut the fuck up!" Cody snapped after you said those words

"Y/N is the love of my life, and there's no changing that! Just because you think she looks like Brandi doesn't mean you get to Fucking hate her!" He spat

"I mean, I've seen some of her Social Media Comments. You guys call yourself followers? Come on. Do better than that." He said

The side of the crowd that actually supported You and Cody started cheering.

"If you just came to hate. Why'd you buy a goddamn ticket?!" Cody Spoke

You looked in shock, Cody was always a sweetheart. But he'd gotten defensive over the fact the crowd tried to break them up..

"Paul (HHH). Give them their money back and get them the fuck out of here." Cody Said to Triple H

Cody turned back to you and kissed you

"I love you.." He said

"You mean it?" You asked

"Of course, love" Cody said with a smile

#wwe fanfiction #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe #cody rhodes fic #oneshot #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes #cody rhodes x reader

[plentyoffandoms]

Glittery Clear (Part 9) (18+)

Gwi-nam x f/Reader

wearer will let the snapper "feel up" or touch any body part

Main Masterlist ♡ All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist ♡ Yoon Gwi-nam Masterlist ♡ Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Fingering. Dry humping (yes again, but different). Gwi-nam

Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @dramastream 2nd gif I found on Google images.

Gwi-nam's POV:

I didn't leave my room for the rest of the weekend. Not with the photos and memories of what happened at the party and after the party.

So when Monday morning came along, I woke up nice and early for once and actually drove to her place to take her to school.

I didn't tell her this plan, so to see her shocked expression when she saw me leaning against my car had me hiding a smile behind a smirk.

"What are you doing here?" She snapped at me, her body tense.

"Well shit, I was just trying to be nice and drive you to school." Her body seems to relax a bit at that.

"Fine." Was all she said as she walked to the other side of the car.

The moment we were in the car, it was pure silence. She was angry about something. I actually tried to do small talk, but she wasn't having any of that.

Her body was turned slightly as she looked out the window. Well, this just won't do.

I parked the car and only unlocked my door. She had to wait for me to open her door. I could hear her struggling with the car handle and I waited just a moment to open the door.

As I opened the door, I looked around and noticed that there were a few people around, but they were not paying us any mind.

I held my hand out to her, and she just looked at it. Then at my face and then back at my hand. She hesitantly placed her hand in my mine.

The moment I could, I closed the door and pushed her against the side of my car with my body, my hand gripping her throat.

I noticed that she tried to cover my bites up with makeup, but I could still clearly see them.

"You can fucking thank me for picking you up, instead of acting like a little brat." I sneered.

"I never asked you too." My grip got tighter, but she didn't change her facial expression. I leaned my head closer so I was muttering against her lips.

"Did you even do what I fuckin' asked?"

"Me not wearing underwear? Why don't you check for yourself?" She scoffed.

The one hand that wasn't gripping her neck reached down to grip her ass through her skirt. Her hands reached up, and tried to push my hand off of her neck as I tightened it even more.

"You really are being a brat today. Take them off."

"Gwi-nam," my name fell from her lips as she was trying to gasp for air. I let her go, and she collapsed against the car.

"I better have them in my locker by the beginning of first period."

YN'S POV:

He practically stomped away after he demanded I take off my underwear.

Am I gonna do it? Yes. I wanted to get him riled up. I wanted him to get angry, because fuck, it is hot.

I haven't been able to stop touching myself after what happened on Friday night. When he left me, laying on my bed, my face covered in his cum.

The look on his face as he came will be forever burned in my mind. I even thought about it when my parents came home in the early hours of the morning, waking me up and demanding to know who I brought home.

That I knew the rules about having no boys come over without at least one of them home.

I quickly explained that I left the party early, and Gwi-nam drove me home. That I invited him inside our home because he was a friend who needed to use the bathroom.

I continued the lie as I told them he all of a sudden felt sick, and I had him lay down on my bed since the couch wasn't long enough for him to stretch out.

They said they believed me, but I knew they still had their doubts, but I still kept with the same story every single time they asked about it.

Sun-Hee and Jang-Mi, on the other hand, when I saw them yesterday at the mall, they were questioning why the hell I was seen all over Gwi-nam at the party and why I was seen leaving with him.

"We are just having some fun." I told them.

"Really? Fun with him?" Jang-Mi asked.

"Yes. He is fun and exciting. I never know what is going to happen."

"How the hell did this....whatever it is, even start?" Sun-Hee finally asked the question.

So I lied again.

"You know how he was always staring at me? Well, I confronted him and here we are."

The two of them looked at one another and seemed to talk to each other with their eyes. "So what are? Are you dating? Just friends?" Jang-Mi questioned.

"I don't know. Like I said, for now, we are just having fun."

Speaking of the two, they came running towards me, talking about how they needed to borrow my Math work to make sure they did it correctly.

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I didn't get to put them in his locker by first period or second. I was too distracted by my friends and forgot about it until I saw him leaning against my locker.

The look of anger on his face had people practically running past him. I just walked past him, with my head held up high.

I expected him to walk behind me, but he walked beside me and put his arm over my shoulder.

He then directed me into the boys' bathroom. The few male students that were in there looked at us and then at Gwi-nam.

They practically ran out of the room. Even one guy came running out of a stall, zipping up his pants.

Gwi-nam locked the door once we were alone and stalked towards me. I was leaning against the sinks, and he turned me around, so I was facing the mirror and made eye contact with him in the mirror.

We didn't say anything as he flipped up my skirt. I heard him mutter something under his breath. I just gave him a confused look.

"Snap the glittery Clear one, now."

"No." I knew what that meant. Wearer will let the snapper 'feel up' or touch any body part.

"No? Okay." He reached up and ripped open my shirt. I gasped when I saw the buttons go flying.

I was going to say something when he placed his hands on my breasts and started to play with them.

I flung my head back against his chest, and he wasn't looking at me, but focused on what he was doing as he watched himself in the mirror.

"Look at us."

I did just as he asked, and I watched as his one hand trailed down my chest, down my stomach. He moved my panties to the side, and my mouth fell open as he inserted one finger in my pussy. I heard him curse under his breath.

"Just fucking soaked aren't you." Not even a question, just a statement.

"You like me manhandling you? Like it when I take control?" He inserted another finger, and I had to cover my mouth to stop the squeal from being too loud.

"I gotta feel you." I cried out as his fingers left my pussy, missing the feeling of being full by his hand.

He pushed me further over the sink, and he pulled my panties to the side once more. I felt him prod my entrance, but he didn't slip in.

His cock is now fully lodged against my pussy, and he started to move back and forth. I made eye contact with him as dragged his cock.

"Shit, it is like we are fucking. I should fuck you right here. Let everyone hear you scream my name." I whimpered. That is all I could do.

Gwi-nam was hunched over my back as he gripped my hips. He was kissing and biting my neck and shoulders.

Then he pulled himself straight up and pulled me back. He kept one hand on my hip as he reached up and gripped my chin and turned my head, and kissed me hard. He bit my lips, and I swear I could taste blood slightly.

I didn't notice his hand left my hip until I felt it against my clit. I squealed against his mouth as he quickly brought me to the edge.

He moved my panties to cover me as he was still nestled against me. Just in time for him to cum.

My mouth fell open at the feeling of him coming. He groaned out my name. The two of us stood there as we tried to catch our breaths.

He pulled his softening cock out of my underwear. "You still want them?" I asked jokingly.

"No, keep them this time. I will be checking in the car."

"The car?"

"Yeah, I am driving you home. Now, clean yourself up and go and get something to eat."

I looked down at my ripped shirt and was going to say something sarcastic when he thew his shirt at me. He was wearing a black shirt underneath.

"My car, right after the bell rings. No stopping."

Pink 18+ (Part 8) ♣︎ Blue 18+ (Part 10)

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[atinyjules]

This is my first time requesting for a Kdrama character. So I want some Lee rang x human reader in the modern time from 1st season. Where reader is a highschool or a uni student. Shes a bit introverted but she can be quite fun too.So how'd they meet and all?

UNDERSTAND - LEE RANG

Ofc! That'd be great! It's like 1 am in the morning right now but I stayed awake hoping someone would request a fic-🤧

Okay so my creative juices are working really good right now! So let's get started!

Thank you for Requesting (´∀｀)♡

Genre: Fluff, romance, strangers to friends to lovers trope, fantasy au, humor.

Pairings: Lee Rang x Human!reader (named)

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of death, blood and Rang just being a misunderstood half demon who just wants to be loved.

Crap.

That's what you felt like as a second year uni student trying to survive the harsh summer heat with two assignments due in two days and continuous tests for the next 4 days. On top of that you were two months behind on paying your rent and one last warning away before you're eventually kicked out of your apartment. But what did you expect?

As an orphan who had no financial or emotional support, you had to support yourself but even after working three jobs a day it still barely covered your tuition fees for a year. Life was hard but you didn't have a choice. These days people looked for employees with excellent social skills and unfortunately being an introvert, speaking and conversing with clients was not your forte.

Which brings us to your second job of the day at a skincare boutique.

Noeul's

"Thank you for you're purchase ma'am, please come again." I said politely as my customer left, smile falling to a frown almost immediately.

"No amount of skincare products will fix that prideful ugly hag's face." I muttered under my breath as I took a deep breath in and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

"Gosh my face looks so tired and exhausted...don't tell me I've been tending to customers like this..." I mumbled as I took a break to freshen myself up.

As I fixed my makeup in the wash room I couldn't help but eavesdrop at my colleagues conversation.

"I heard that your boyfriend proposed!"

"Yes, he did! See!" she exclaimed flaunting her engagement ring.

I let out a sigh internally as their voices started fading away and my thoughts took my attention.

Everyone I know have their lives all figured out and here I am a broke uni student who could get evicted by next week.

I sighed as I felt my emotions skyrocket through the roof and finally crack as I felt my tears pour out after keeping everything bottled up inside me for a month. Fortunately there was no one in the wash room at that moment but I was sure that my colleagues were out gosipping about my melt down. But nonetheless I cried my heart out and by the time I came out my shift had already ended so I went towards the changing room to get out of my uncomfortable uniform.

As I made my way towards the changing room I couldn't help but stop and look at the commotion that was happening in the perfume aisle. I came infront to see a man in a red suit holding another man up in the air with his hands wrapped around his neck as the victim suffocated.

"Aish, people can't mind their own business these days can they?" he said as his eyes connected with mine and he scanned me from top to bottom.

"You work here?" he asked me as I nodded and he threw two perfume bottles towards me. Luckily I caught it and cleared my throat.

"Should I pack it for you, sir?" I asked as he nodded.

"Pack them separately while you're at it yeah?" he asked as I nodded and bowed lightly.

After I was done packing the perfumes he payed for it and took the bags but instead of leaving he leaned at the counter and brought his lips to my ears making me flustered as his warm breath fanned my skin.

"Switch the power off and get under the table when I tell you to...alright? Cause it'd be a shame if you die." he whispered, catching me off guard as I nodded.

He then turned towards the entrance door and locked it, turning around with a menacing smirk as he closed the blinds and put the perfumes in a corner.

"On the count of three." he said and looked at me with a smirk as I grazed my fingers over the switch.

"Three" he said and walked towards the sample section.

"Two....one." he said and I switched off the power and quickly got under the table. And just as I did a string of gunshots and screams began, all I could hear other than those noises were the sounds of furniture breaking and bodies being thrown around. Out of fear I covered my ears and screamed as a body suddenly collided to the table next to the one I was taking shelter in.

"There you are, come on." the man from before said and propped me up on my feet almost immediately and pulled me out of the store with the perfume in his hand.

"W-What are you?" I asked after I saw many bodies splayed across the destroyed boutique.

"Your knight in shining armour." he said and turned to look at me with a smirk as I gasped at the sight of his golden eye.

"W-Wait-" he cut me off my pulling me into an alleyway.

"Keep yourself out of trouble, let's meet again. But until then, try not to die." he said and handed me one of the perfume bottle and a bag.

"They have a really strong sense of smell so I suggest you change your clothes and spritz on a lot of this " he said and smirked at me and walked away.

"What just-wait!" I ran out of the alleyway towards the way he walked to only to see an empty street making me gasp as I quickly ran to the nearest public washroom and did as he said.

"Are these his clothes?" I asked myself as I wore the oversized sweater and shorts that were in the bag. After that I spritz a large amount of the perfume on myself and made my way home.

Two days later I found myself at the park eating a watermelon popsicle, watching as the kids played in the water sprinklers. I smiled and chuckled as I watched them intently wishing I could go back to my younger years at the orphanage I grew up in. Even though I wasn't adopted, my life in the orphanage was quite nice...we had a nice headmistress, good food, loving care takers and a comfortable and safe place to live in. I sighed as I finished up my popsicle, grinning when it read two free popsicles.

"Ah, you're alive." I looked up to see the guy from monday causing me to shriek and flinch.

"Y-You!" I exclaimed as he smirked and sat next to me on the bench.

"Oh, you won." he said looking at my popsicle stick.

As we ate our popsicle, I couldn't help but stare at him.

He was definitely handsome, without a doubt and strong...really strong which brought me to the conclusion that he probably was either not a human or an incredibly strong human, my bet was on the first choice as the grandma who would make our meals when I was little told me that spirits and demons of sorts existed among us.

"If you keep staring at me you're popsicle will melt." he said making me turn a dark shade of red as I quickly chewed my popsicle causing me to have extreme brain freeze.

"Ahhh-" I groaned and clutched my head as he looked at me with amused eyes.

"I've met a lot of humans but you must be the most interesting and amusing one yet." he said as I froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Humans? Does that mean..." I trailed as he looked at the bed of roses.

"You like flowers?" he asked me and before I could even respond he already had a bouquet of roses in his hand.

"Take these as a gift for helping me out that day." he said as I looked at the roses.

"I don't take flowers from a stranger." I mumbled as he chuckled.

"I like your personality, the name's Lee Rang but just call me Rang." he said as I looked at him and smiled softly.

"I'm Kang Noeul." I said and accepted the flowers as he stood up.

"Nice name, it suits you." he said as he put on his shades and brought his hand forward.

"Friends?" he asked as I nodded and shook his hand and once again in the blink of an eye he propped me up to my feet.

"A fox always repays kindness, so tell me what you want...anything you wish for I'll get it for you." He said as I thought for a while.

"I don't have friends so...can you be my friend ? Like, a real friend not just for the sake of repaying my kindness but my real friend?" I asked as he chuckled and ruffled my hair.

"I'm not one for befriending humans seriously, but you're an exception." he said and walked in front of me and stopped.

"Are you just gonna stand there? Come on, we have places to be." he said as I furrowed my brows.

"Where?" I asked not realising that the next few months would be filled with me regretting my decisions.

"Who's car was that?!" I exclaimed referring to the car we just trashed as we ran away.

"My elder brother's." he said completely chill as I gasped.

"The one who abandoned you?!" I exclaimed as I picked up my speed.

"Why are you running so fast?" he asked as I continued sprinting.

"I don't want to die in the hands of a pure Gumiho...if you, a half gumiho are that strong I can't imagine how strong he'll be." I said as he held my hand and stopped me.

"Who said I'd let him kill you hm?" he said as he started walking us in a slow pace.

I've been friends with Rang who is not only a Gumiho but also my roommate for about 2 and a half months now...and everyday is filled with us getting in bizarre adventures or causing mischief. Being friends with him somehow unlocked a new version of my self that I wasn't aware I had while still being myself.

Having him in my life not only changed my life but also my feelings for him compared to when we had first met. Sure he was bad, he did bad things and had a long standing grudge on his elder brother who he was currently planning on getting revenge from but nonetheless he made me feel safe, protected and loved...something I haven't felt in years.

"You'd be willing to protect me?" I asked, completely surprised as he scoffed.

"We've been living with each other for than two months and that was enough for me to know that you can't live without me." he said with a smug expression, he isn't completely wrong though.

"Yeah, yeah." I said as he suddenly sat down in a bench and left me standing as he made me stand between his legs and wrapped his arms around my waist and burried his face in my waist.

"You won't...abandon me too will you?" he asked through the fabric of my sweater, catching me off guard.

"Why would you think that?" I asked as he held me tighter.

"My intentions aren't good...I only want revenge and bloodshed." he said as I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair.

"Maybe you're not as good as most people but for me it doesn't matter...I won't make fun of you for that...nor will I judge. But I just want you to know that I won't abandon you and I hope that you won't abandon me too." I said as he chuckled.

"Never, you have my word." he said as I took a deep breath.

"Rang?...can I tell you something?" I asked as he smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I love you too idiot...I can assure you that cause a fox always stays loyal to his mate." he said catching me off guard.

"How did you know?" I asked as he pulled me into a real hug.

"You weren't good at hiding your feelings, I saw and felt the love you have for me enough to entrust you with my heart, I love You Kang Noeul." he said and leaned in making me close my eyes as he pressed a soft yet loving kiss to my lips under the orange skies created by the sun's rays as it set.

"I love you too, Rang-ah."

"Never thought that I'd find

That the one in my life would be so near

And now you're here

I got you, you got me

When it's us, babe, you make me feel complete

You're all I need."

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I am so sorry if the story doesn't reach your expectations but I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it ♡♡♡

Thank you for reading♡

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[talesofesther]

Out of script

Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: You and Florence worked together as good friends until a change in the script also ended up changing your relationship.

Requested by @hiiiiitsmeeee: Hey! I would love to request something with Florence Pugh, maybe a soft moment on the set of don’t worry darling ✨

A/N: Lovely idea, I think I like how this turned out. If anything feels rushed is because I don't know enough about the movie to elaborate on it <3. Implied smut by the end.

Masterlist

The morning sun was warm against your skin as you walked back to the set. On your hands, you balanced two cups -one with coffee, the other with tea- and a small paper bag with fresh donuts.

"Hey Harry, good morning." You smiled at your friend and current coworker as you passed by him exiting his trailer, he smiled back with a knowing look in his eyes.

The set was buzzing, as usual, people walking back and forth with all types of cameras and papers in hand as another day of work came to a start. Laila shot you an annoyed look and tapped a fake watch on her wrist when you walked past her, you grimaced apologetically, knowing very well you were already late for hair and makeup. You didn't walk faster only for fear of spilling your drinks.

An easy smile came to you when the trailer with the name 'Florence' taped on the door came into view. You were in the middle of trying to hold both cups in one hand when a pair of arms closed around your waist; making you yelp in surprise and almost drop everything.

Soft lips pecked the skin under your ear right after, raising goosebumps behind your neck. "Morning Y/N."

The warmth that came to your cheeks was expected. "You're gonna make me drop your tea one day and I won't go buy another, you know."

Florence laughed, and your smile was quick to join her own. She rounded your body with her hand gently resting on your waist, now standing in front of you. "Sorry love, I couldn't resist."

You adored her, part of you wanted the comments that were whispered between coworkers about you two to be true. You handed her the tea with a raised eyebrow.

"Thank you though, you're such an angel." She hummed appreciatively, sipping on her tea with closed eyes. You noted that she was already in her costume for the day, a light blue dress that suited her well, and hair half up, framing her face lovingly.

You knew who she was before the filming started, knowing her in person though, was a whole different story. She had you hooked within the first month.

"Earth to Y/N." Florence chuckled, her eyes glistened under the sunlight and her nose scrunched adorably. "There you are, Laila was asking about you, I think you should go see her."

You cursed yourself for zoning out on her. Your gaze moved to your hands, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, I know. I saw her on the way here." You opened the bag of donuts you were still holding, putting one between your teeth and handing the other to Florence with a wink. She licked her lips as you turned around, you could swear her cheeks turned rosy.

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"That was amazing guys, we'll take fifteen and then redo a couple of details." The director called out to everyone, walking behind one of the big cameras and discussing the recent shots.

You took off your coat, grabbed a bottle of water for yourself, and sat down on the hood of a vintage car. The sun was shining above the small road, making the green of the perfectly cut plants much more vivid, and giving the scenes a gorgeous natural light. Leaning back in the car, you received a warning glare from Jack. You gave him a thumbs up with a smirk. You had a knack for messing up props, unintentionally, of course.

"Tired?" Florence walked up to you, her hand on her forehead to block the sun. She sat beside you on the hood, hands playing with the fabric of her dress. You could see Jack rolling his eyes in the background.

"A little, yeah. The sun wears you down much quicker." You straightened up to be eye level with her, squinting your eyes to make out her face. Despite the warm sun, there was a gentle breeze flowing. To some, this was considered the perfect weather.

There was chatting around you, something about a last-minute change of script that could add a little more spice to the movie. The director seemed excited about the idea. The conversation was tuned out for you though, your focus was completely on the woman in front of you. The sun made her hair shine in golden tones, and her eyes turn a bright shade of green to rival the color of the plants. She pursed her lips in a timid smile under your gaze, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

You didn't register Florence raising her hand, only felt her touch lightly grazing your cheek as she fixed your hair. Her fingers lingered on your jaw, she gave you a cheeky grin. "The wind messed it up a bit."

The words were almost stuck in your throat, you chuckled nervously. "Thank you."

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A week later you discovered that the last-minute change in the script involved you.

You panicked when they said you and Florence would be sharing a kiss. Making things more interesting, the director said.

You were pacing back and forth inside the set, this time, in what was supposed to be a house. Nerves were coursing through your body, you bit on your nails to keep yourself busy. You could be professional, it's not like you hadn't shared a kiss with a fellow actor before.

There was an involuntary fleeting feeling of peace when Florence walked in, you exhaled softly, giving her a small smile. She came to you and held out her hand for you to take. By the look in her eyes, you could never tell she was nervous, but her fingers felt a little unsteady on your hold.

The first half of the scene went as smooth as it always did when you and Florence worked together, the chemistry was undeniable. You wondered if that had anything to do with the change of plans.

When the time of the kiss came, you could feel your heart thudding loudly in your chest. Maybe Florence did too.

She walked up to you and said her line perfectly, her hands came to either side of your face and there was a tenderness there that wasn't scripted. You held your breath, trying hard to focus on relaxing your body.

A beat passed and her lips touched yours, her movements were unsure and timid. Your hands hovered around her waist, your mind was still trying to catch up with the fact that you were kissing her. She was soft against you, with a comforting warmth you could get used to. Before you could lose yourself in her, the director yelled "cut."

She wanted more passion. This was a heartfelt kiss, not two teenagers making out for the first time.

Before the scene restarted, Florence ran her hands along your arms gently, stopping at your hands and holding onto them. "It's okay, just focus on me." Her words came out quietly only for you, her cheeks were a couple of shades darker and you were entranced by her tiny smile.

You gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "Okay."

After Florence said her line for the second time, she held your cheeks more firmly. She brushed her nose against yours before closing the gap between you. Her lips moved purposefully with yours, her body flush to you.

This time you didn't hesitate in holding her waist, running your hands over her back, and molding your bodies into an embrace.

When the director called to end the scene again, Florence separated her lips from yours without hurry. She brushed your cheek with her thumb as she caught her breath, you thought you saw her eyes glancing down at the same lips she just kissed. She remained close to you for a few seconds, her nose almost touching yours. You made no movement to untangle yourself from her either.

You saw when she seemed to catch up with reality. The scene was over and friends don't hold each other like that. She pulled away from you without meeting your eyes, mumbling a "sorry" you barely heard.

You only found her again when the sky was already dark, a half-moon shining bright. You had just finished your other scenes and were walking back to your trailer after a rather tiresome day.

The butterflies on your stomach were instant when you caught sight of her. The feeling of her lips still lingered. Even if you were all types of nervous around her now, you took in a deep breath and called out to her. "Hey Flo."

Her head snapped to you, she shifted on her feet as you walked closer. But her smile was still as warm as ever. If you weren't in love before, you sure are now.

"Wanna order some fast food with me?" You motioned with your hand towards your trailer.

She bit on her lip, raising her head proudly. "I'll give you one better; I brought some home-cooked meal that we can share."

You chuckled. "Of course you did."

"It's delicious." She said in a singing voice to convince you.

"I can't say no to your cooking."

She led you back to her trailer with a small smile and her fingers loosely holding onto your own.

The meal was indeed amazing and ten times better than any fast food, it was accompanied by wine, Flo insisted on it.

Now, you were sitting on Florence's bed, with your empty plates in the sink and your glasses full of wine in your hands. A random movie played in the background as you two talked, even after the kiss, being around her was still easy. Her presence always brought you peace.

Florence was different though, she blushed whenever you touched her, looking down with a sheepish smile you found adorable.

She had already downed a few glasses of wine when she finally set the empty glass on the bedside table. She turned to you, both now practically laying down on the bed. Her body was warm as she moved closer.

You placed your half-full glass down as well, turning around to look at her. You gulped, Florence was hovering above you, much closer than she was a second ago. "I- I think I should go." You felt a shiver running down your back, your hands gripping the sheets.

Her hand snaked around your waist, her breath fanned over your lips. The way her nose touched yours was starting to feel familiar. "I don't think you should." The last of her words were said as her lips were already brushing yours. She kissed you again, this time with no cameras around you, no script to follow. This was her, and she was kissing you as if she'd been wanting to for a long time.

A sharp breath of surprise came through your nose when you felt her. With the liquor clouding any better judgment you'd have, your hands came around her body instantly, pulling her even closer. Her lips felt sweeter than the taste of wine on them.

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You woke up the next morning feeling a steady, gentle pressure around your stomach. The low sound of the TV in the background was now playing the news channel of the morning. The pressure on your stomach squeezed you, and you realized with a start that it was an arm, and it belonged to a certain blonde who was snuggled comfortably almost on top of you.

Moving your fingers, you noticed that your own hand was resting around her lower back as you felt her skin. Your breathing quickened in a panic. You lifted the covers and saw that you were wearing nothing but your underwear and a loose shirt that didn't belong to you. Florence wasn't much different, except, she lacked a shirt.

You blushed furiously as you lowered the covers in a quick movement. "Shit, shit, shit." You mumbled under your breath. The fear of having overstepped boundaries whilst partially drunk gripped your chest tightly.

There was no sound coming from outside other than the birds singing. It was still very early, maybe you could sneak out. You tried to untangle your limbs from hers gently so as to not wake her up. But soon, green eyes opened and stared up at you with a tender gaze you knew you'd dream about seeing every morning now.

"Morning." Florence's sleepy voice was thick with her accent, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with one hand.

You chuckled; the sound came out more like a nervous squeak. "Morning." You mumbled back, now making quick work of moving away from her and getting up from the bed.

Florence dropped down on the bed with a soft thud as you removed your arm from under her. A small, confused frown settled on her eyebrows. "It's still early, you can stay." Her words took on an overly shy tone halfway through, her eyes glazing with a tint of sadness when she saw you hurriedly looking for your clothes.

"I really don't think I should." You said back, putting on your pants and fumbling with the button with shaky fingers. You bit the inside of your cheek, your back was turned to her but you heard as she moved. You huffed out a nervous breath. "I'm really sorry about last night. I hope this doesn't… Mess things up."

You heard Florence sniff, by the sound of the pads of her feet touching the floor you knew she was making her way to you. She rounded you, stopping much closer than she would have a day ago. She had wrapped the covers around herself, her hair was still messy from just waking up, making a bittersweet smile come to you.

"Are you?" Her voice was tight, you never heard her sound like that. Her green eyes were glistening brighter than ever with the soft sunlight coming from the window just beside you. If you looked closer, you'd see the start of tears in them. "Are you sorry about last night?" She whispered in the air, looking at you expectantly as her fingers turned white from gripping the covers.

You gulped, your mouth hovering open before the words got free from the lump in your throat. "No." If the morning wasn't so overly quiet today, she probably wouldn't have heard you.

A sigh of relief left Florence's lips, she gave you a small smile with tears clinging to her eyelashes; before burying her head on your shoulder, nuzzling closer when your arms engulfed her. "Neither am I."

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[luvly-writer]

“You are my sunshine”

Part 1: Introductions

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social media Au

Summary: Whilst fighting a magical being, a vision of a girl, to be precise Jason’s soulmate, is shown to the batfamily.

Warnings: none

Series: Finished

Author’s note: hi!! First chapter kinda nervoussss ;)! this idea came to me when i was quite literally taking a shower and i just went “yk what? i can develop that into something cool” so i took the challenge! Hope you enjoy!!

Taglist: @lorosette

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Series Masterlist:

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- written part between pictures-

-this is Y/n L/n

-she is an architect

-roommates with her best friend Nola Yang

-likes to read and travel

-she’s latina, born on PR and raised in Gotham

-uses twitter way too much

-self made woman, managed to make a wealthy living bc. of her job <3

-Nola Yang

- Photograher, model and editor

-well known

-Euroasian

- Yn and her have gone viral on tik tok a few times because of their adventures

-Gothamite

-believes Batman is a myth and will say it to his face

-coffee addict

——————now for the story——————————

Originally this as supposed to be an EASY mission

Some unusual activity had been seen on the east side of Gotham in the fields, so naturally they’d go

This time, it had been Steph and Damian assigned to go while the others kept patrol

Barbara on the comns

All the areas had been divided

then, Barbara got the emergency signal that something had gone wrong

and we’ll it all went down hill from there

Tim and Dick got there first

Then Bruce and Cass

Finally, Duke and Jason arrived

They had no fkn clue who they were fighting, but they were fighting alright.

The people didn’t seem to be on offense, on the other hand, they were just either avoiding their strikes or blocking them

It didn’t make sense why they were fighting them or why Damian sounded the emergency line

The people had light blue skin and dark grey cloaks, they had dark blue lines on their arms and purple eyes.

It wasn’t until one of them got to touch Jason that all went black.

Images were displayed as if they were distant memories

Two girls giggling in a living room could be seen, one Eurasian girl and the other, a y/h/c, a latina.

One was seated on a couch eating ice cream while the other presented what it looks like to be a power point on why Dracula from Hotel Transylvania is actually a dilf. (Nola: blue| Yn: Pink)

“Ok ok, take me seriously”

“I CANT” she said wheezing and almost out of breathe with laughter

“I SWEAR I HAVE A POINT!”

- suddenly the memory changes-

the focus is not on the latina girl, she is walking down the street talking on the phone:

“Si mami lo sé, siiiii i know i know, i did iron my clothes for the meeting, and yes my hair is fine and yes you can tell abuelita that I did put some light makeup on for it, ‘sta bn mama, te amo! Adiós, bendición”

She was dressed in some business casual clothes that really suited her as she finished her call and got into a building

it changes once again, to the same girl with the other one from the first memory waking down the a busy street, this one not being in gotham

“Paris, what a beautiful city!”

“Ik! Capitalism really popped off today with this funded trip from Gotham U! You think Bruce Wayne was behind this?”

“probably, after all, we both are the Wayne Enterprise scholarship winners and as long as we don’t have to pay, I’m good!”

“Amen to that!”

the memory changes to a final one

they are found in a Wayne Charity gala

Both girls are dressed up to the max, the Eurasian girl with a red dress while the Latina girl with a black one.

Both are in a corner with flash cards in their hands

“Feeling nervous?”

“As nervous as I can be seeing as we have to present in front of a bunch of rich old people”

“It’s a requirement from the scholarship, we have to thank Bruce Wayne for his generosity 🙄”

“I just thought it would be easier but now i’m feeling kinda sick”

“it’ll be alright, we’ll go to batburger after and marathon GOT once we are done”

“You know that because of this we HAVE to be of attendance to these things at least once a year to showcase how wELL tHe WayNe sChOlArs dO”

“fuck😀”

both girls burst out laughing and keep the conversation going

images of the y/h/c girl pass quickly, of trips, childhood pictures, random pictures until it all fades to black

when their eyesight finally focuses, all of the batfam members are found on the floor sitting down with the weird people staring at them

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” screamed Damian, furious that they got the upper hand

He is the only one to sharpen his senses the fastest aside from Bruce

the rest were slightly in a daze and when everyone finally cleared up, they were able to notice that the strange people were pointing at Jason

They tensed up

“Relax friends. We come with news and no harm” said they but that didn’t ease their worry

“The girl-“ their attention was caught seeing as they were all wondering who she was

“she is important to him”

Now Jason was confused, he didn’t fkn know this girl

“You know her, Hood?” asked Bruce

“No”

with that, their confusion worsened and their defenses rose

“she’s not a person of his now, if not a person of tomorrow. She will be the light to his darkness, the ying to his yang, the one to soothe your mind, Jason Todd”

aaaaand they were on high alert again

WHO. THE FUCK. WHERE. THEY!?!?

“she is the soul that had been paired with yours, your match. This meeting had been predestined long ago to happen. Search for her, and everything you’re looking for will be found”

“Let me get this straight!” Tim interrupted “the girl, is HIS soulmate?”

The people nodded in agreement (which was weird bc they were strangely coordinated)

“she will bring much joy, to not only him, but to all of you as well, she is important” one spoke and with those words they all banished

“Ok, raise your hand if you are confused as fuck” said Steph and everyone except Bruce and Jason raised their hands

“We quite literally just met his soulmate! How do you feel Jase?” asked Dick

Jason was in shock

He had a soulmate?

Seeing as Jason had not answered, Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezed it in a reassuring way as instructed that patrol had been done for the night.

Once in the cave, everyone had showered and changed yet no one wanted to sleep. They were all curious so the set to find who this mystery girl was.

With a house full of detectives with access to anything in the internet (and the Wayne archives) they were able to find her in less that an hour

True enough she was a Wayne Scholar and has been going to the galas for years now with her friend

How did they not noticed?

Were they too involved in their own complaining and planning of getting out that they never got to see her

It was easy to find her socials, and even if it was a little stakish, they all followed her

Now the questing of when and how they’ll actually meet her began

Luckily Alfred came downstairs to remind them thy it was enough and they should eat something and go to sleep, when he provided an answer

the spring gala was coming up, and she was e invited.

so for now, they would just see how she was through her socials.

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[loviwonnie]

—COOL WITH YOU

010. oh shit (written 0.8k)

the long-awaited break came and that means that its time for you to start your plan. to find out what wonyoung thinks about ricky.

you and wonyoung have been friends ever since you came to this school. she was just standing in front of her locker fixing her hair, and you managed to trip over and fall with her. you both looked at each other and laughed. ever since then you have become inseparable and every student called you “the two pretty best friends”.

wonyoung has been watching a lot of guys lame attempts to try and talk to her but none of them could catch her attention. but something has changed when ricky transferred into your school. you couldn't help but notice how your best friend always fixes her hair, makeup and clothes everytime he passes by. she was smiling when they did the smallest and unnoticeable eye contacts. you can tell that she finds him attractive. and it was true. ricky was hot topic when he just came and immediately caught everyone's attention. wonyoung was one of them, well, you were too.

now you find out that ricky actually liked her for a long time and you had to play the cupid here. ‘i will make them happy’ was your motto and you were repeating this word ever since you came to cafeteria and waited for your bestie to arrive.

“wonyoung! i am here,” you called your friend who was shining and glowing as always. with a bright smile on her face, she ran to you and sat down with her food tray.

“look, they have my favorite tuna kimbap,” she happily exclaimed and pointed at the rice wrapped in seaweed with tuna in it.

“they better be good” you grinned and took a bite of your bread. “wonyoung, i, you know, haven't been here for a while and there are so many new people here. for example, jungwon, hanni, well I don't know much about their friend group, so I thought maybe you could tell something about them” you said, trying not to sound suspicious or weird

“yeah sure,” wonyoung sat more comfortably and started talking about how cute hanni is, eunchae’s weirdness but in a good way, niki’s great basketball abilities, how jungwon is very nice and smart, but you had a hard time doubting that. and ricky’s turn came.

“oh ricky, um, he is, cute and kind, and also very funny, but you know, in awkward way, because he is still trying to adapt here,”

as wonyoung started talking about ricky, you noticed the way her cheeks turned red, she was looking down and avoiding your gaze. she probably was shy talking about him.

“so you like him?” you smiled and her eyes widened.

“hey, quiet! I don't want anyone to hear that” she shutted your mouth with her palms and looked around, hoping that none of his friends are near.

“omg you do like him! omg! for how long?”

“ever since he came here, now shut up, it's my turn to ask you questions” wonyoung coughed and looked straight into your eyes. you felt sudden pressure but tried to act cool.

“why did you look so invested when I talked about jungwon?” she lifted one of her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

“huh?” you looked at her confusing, trying to understand what she just said

“yn, darling, just say that you are interested in jungwon, you didn't have to make all of this just to hear something about him”

“what? are you crazy? i am not interested in him!”

“i saw how you moved closer when i started talking about him, you like jungwon?”

“no! wonyoung, I don't know why you thought that i like him because I don't! how can i like him if he is rude, mean and just awful? he sighs irritably when i get the good mark at classes or i swear to God, he judges me everytime he looks at me. he hates me, and I don't know why, so I don't see any reasons to like him” you exhaled after saying it all without stopping and looked at your friend with eyes full of wildness.

behind wonyoung, you noticed jungwon who was standing there looking at you with a slight of confusion and surprise. he heard everything and as soon as you saw him, you regretted every word your stupid and uncontrollable mouth had said. you didn't want to call him awful, that was too much, you understood that.

‘oh shit’ you thought and wanted to approach jungwon, but he was already gone. you felt bad, really bad. you knew that you have to apologize but just didn't how and when because it's not so easy to go and talk to a person who despises you.

‘that was..weird, but at least I learned some useful information’ you tried to calm yourself down with the thought of successfully accomplished mission.

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VI ║ Confute

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

{ << Part 5: Confound | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 7: Contrary >> }

Rating: E (18+ only)

Summary: As the weeks tick down to the end of filming, tensions go up - until the bubble bursts.

Warnings: Dieter being mean to Canada (but only because he's throwing a tantrum), angst, fighting, drinking, swearing, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), safe unprotected sex (be smart kids!), light cum play, yearning, mentions of food, no use of Y/N

Word count: 8.9k

Note: This is only a day late... happy birthday weekend my lovely Ash @mandoblowmybackout! You deserve all the Dieter 😘 And darling Kat @doin-stuff, this Pete cameo was written for you because you love him so much, and it makes me so happy 🥺 More notes at the end.

Ever the crowd-pleaser, Dieter holds his hands up and agrees. ‘Fine, fine. If we lose, I go on a date with Ruth. But,’ he pauses dramatically, then points straight at you. ‘If your team loses, you go on a date with me, sweetheart.’

Week 9

The machine is whirring and spitting coffee into a paper cup when Ana, one of the makeup girls you've gotten close to over the past two months, corners you.

You're in the break room getting your elevenses (Oreos and caffeine) during the brief window in which Dieter changes costumes for his next scene. She sidles up to you and leans on the table next to the sugar and cream.

'The girls and I came by your room last night to see if you wanted to go out for drinks, but you didn't answer the door. Where were you?' she asks over the noise of the coffee machine.

'Oh, I must have been doing laundry,' you shrug while you pour cream into your coffee.

She arches a perfectly shaped eyebrow at you. 'At 11 o'clock at night?'

You reply noncommittally, 'I have weird habits.'

Ana snorts. 'You're not that weird, hon.'

You try to change the topic. 'You know Dieter's next scene is in ten minutes, right? Don't you have to touch up his hair or something?'

She gives you a mischievous side eye and bumps her shoulder against yours. 'Alright, hon, keep your secrets to yourself. Because it’s always so easy to keep secrets on set.'

You let out a silent sigh of relief when she disappears from the doorway.

Truth is, you haven't even set foot in your own room in - you count the days in your head - damn, has it really been two weeks? Maybe two and a half?

The machine stops hissing and you tip in the sugar, chewing on the inside of your cheek pensively as you stir. Well, his hotel is a lot closer to the studio, shaves a good thirty to forty minutes off your daily commute, which means more sleep. You're not averse to the laundry service or in-room breakfast either.

Or him.

If the hotel has noticed an additional person's presence, they've been discreet about it. Your toothbrush sits next to his (definitely not electric one, can’t mess with his brain waves and shit) in between the double marble sinks. Your drugstore brand shampoo is on the same shelf of his expensive (gifted, of course) hair products. Your clothes hang in the closet (his are everywhere but), and your shoes are lined up neatly next to his (haphazardly kicked off) by the door.

At least your car is parked in the garage at the back of the hotel building to maintain some semblance of secrecy, in case any of the cast or crew spots it from the road while driving to and from the studio.

Dieter's suite also has a proper work station in the living room, which is far kinder on your back than the little coffee table you have to stoop over at yours. He lets you use it - he never does anyway, other than as a depository for any and all kinds of knick knacks.

You had to clear away empty cigarette boxes, lighters, Kit Kat wrappers and obscure drug paraphernalia to even find the surface of the wooden desk. But you've made it yours now, with your laptop plugged in on top of notebooks, scripts and bits of paper next to tea-stained mugs.

That's where you are most evenings after dinner - almost always Deliveroo, you order on even days and him on odd days. You would go over the director’s notes for the day before working on the choreography for upcoming scenes. Dieter would be on the couch across the room, leaning back on cushions with his feet up, holding a script above his face. Every so often, he records voice memos which he would replay to you for a second opinion, until either one of you calls it a night.

Sometimes, it’s him. Tossing his script noisily onto the coffee table, you’d hear him pad across the hardwood floor in his squeaky Crocs until he stops behind you and places his large hands on the desk, caging you in between his arms while you tap busily on your laptop. He’d patiently mouth at your ear, your neck, your shoulder until your fingers stumble, and when you finally breathe an exasperated Dieter, he’d turn you in your swivel chair and lean down to kiss you properly. If his back is holding up that day, he’d hoist you up into his arms, your legs around his waist, and carry you to the bedroom.

Last night, he was already in bed when you called it. He was half-sunken into the pillows, his reading glasses on, the duvet very white against his tan skin. He has a script with ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ in large letters blazoned on the cover in his hands, as he usually does these days. With five weeks till the scheduled end of principal photography, Rebecca has been dropping off shortlisted scripts for his next project, and they’ve been piling up on his already chaotic nightstand.

He didn’t even look up when you got into bed, which was a sign that he was reading something he liked. Not wanting to disturb him, you fiddled with your phone, setting you alarms and checking the weather for the next day, when the fine print on the front caught your eye.

Dieter actually jumped out of his skin when you shrieked and flung yourself onto him, grabbing the script. ‘Richard fucking Linklater? You’re in the running for a Richard Linklater project?’

He clutched at his chest, eyes round and staring at you above the black frame of his glasses in alarm. ‘Jesus Christ, sweetheart, you nearly gave me an aneurysm.’

You ducked your head and sheepishly tried to move away, but Dieter wrapped his arm around you and dragged you to his side. You said, ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. I’m just a huge fan.’

He grinned at you, taking his glasses off and chucked them in the general direction of his nightstand without looking. ‘It’s alright, you’re cute when you shout. Didn’t know you were a Linklater fan. Which of his films do you like?’

‘Before Sunrise. Before Sunset. Before Midnight. All of them,’ you rattled off without taking a breath.

Dieter pursed his lips in surprise. ‘Really? Wouldn't have pegged you for a romantic, sweetheart.’

You pinched him on the shoulder, making him yelp. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

Pinning your hands to the mattress before you could do any more damage, he replied matter-of-factly, ‘No offence, but you're the least romantic person I've ever met. With your rules and shit. Thought you’d turn your nose up to something as sappy as Before Sunrise.’

You gasped in affront, struggling against his hold. ‘Do not call Before Sunrise sappy! Take it back!’

He chuckled at your reaction. ‘Not as much of a hardass as you pretend to be huh, sweetheart?’

You huffed, wriggling out of his hold to pluck the script from his lap and you smoothed your palm over the crisp pages in reverence. ‘I can’t believe I’m holding a Richard Linklater script. Where will this be filmed?’

He shrugged, sliding down the bed to lean back against the pillows, his fingers on your bare thigh under the duvet. ‘Somewhere in Italy in the summer. Not too many details yet.’

Your eyes skimmed over the words, not really reading, your mind somewhere else. You told him quietly, ‘I've never been to Italy before.’

He hummed and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. ‘We'll see about that, sweetheart.’

You notice the stack of scripts on his bedside table thinning, until there’s only one left. He’s been taking calls at odd times behind closed doors, and a couple of times this week, he disappeared after dinner to meet with Rebecca other agency suits, not coming back until you’d already fallen asleep.

He doesn’t have to tell you what’s going on. 

And he doesn’t. 

It shouldn’t bother you. 

But it does.

It doesn’t come up until Week 10 drinks.

These Friday night drinks have been happening every two or three weeks, depending on the workload of the crew. You’ve made friends with a couple of casting directors in these get-togethers, and you’re catching up with them when you’re suddenly pitched forward by a heavy hand landing on your shoulder, and a shout of your name in your ear.

Tobias is practically humming with energy, toasting your little circle with gusto. ‘We're almost there! I’ve never directed a movie that’s been this on schedule before. What are your plans after this, my dear?’

You shake drops of spilled champagne from your fingers, exchanging amused glances with your companions. ‘I don’t have anything lined up yet. Intimacy coordinator roles are a bit thin on the ground in film right now. I think I may have a better shot at TV, to be honest.’

‘It’s not a bad idea,’ replies Tobias. Then he clicks his fingers, as if an idea just came to him. ‘This reminds me. My friend at HBO was asking me for a reference for an intimacy coordinator just yesterday. If you want, I could put you in touch. It’s for a show that starts shooting in Canada in a couple of months.’

A raspy voice pipes up somewhere behind your left shoulder. ‘What about Canada?’

Fuck. When did he sneak up on you?

He ambles into your line of sight. He’s wearing his shaggy brown coat again, underneath is a t-shirt worn thin by time and too many washes, and loose grey sweatpants.

Tobias greets him with a chummy handshake, pulling him into your circle. ‘I was just telling our intimacy coordinator about a TV project she might be interested in.’

Dieter scrunches his eyebrows together, confused. ‘What TV project?’

Tobias claps you on the back again. ‘She’s looking for a job after we wrap, and I know of one that might just be the perfect fit for her in Canada.’

‘Wait, TV?’ Dieter asks, eyes squinting. ‘Why would she want to do TV? She’s in film.’

Your sweater gets too warm for you as your temper flares at him talking about you as if you weren’t standing right there. You cross your arms. ‘Why wouldn't I? It would be a fantastic opportunity and it’s a good time in my career to try something new. Thank you for your offer Tobias, I'd really appreciate it if you could put a good word in for me.’

He raises his glass to you and you clink it, a bit too aggressively. ‘Great! I’ll link you up first thing tomorrow morning. Rumour is HBO’s going to commit to a second season before filming has even started. They've signed on Woody Harrelson, you know. What a coup!’

Dieter scoffs, contempt dripping from every word. ‘Woody Harrelson? That grandpa? He's what, seventy?’

You shoot back. ‘He's sixty and he's a wonderful actor.’

He snorts condescendingly. ‘Has he won an Oscar, sweetheart?’

You roll your eyes. ‘What does that have to do with anything?’

‘I’m a better actor than him. Admit it.’

You throw your hands up in disbelief. ‘How are you making this about you right now?’

He ignores you and goes off on another tangent. ‘Why would you go into TV? Shows could tie you up for years! You really want to live in Canada?’ He spits the word out like it tastes funny.

Tobias raises one hand gingerly. ‘Um, I’m actually Canadian. It’s consistently ranked as one of the best countries in the world to live in -’

At the same time Dieter snaps, ‘No one asked you, Tobias!’, you retort, ‘It’s none of your fucking business, Bravo!’

Your circle lapses into an awkward silence as the crossfire of words between you two comes to a screeching halt. You glare at Dieter while Tobias and the casting directors trade uncomfortable glances over the rims of their champagne flutes.

Dieter takes a big mouthful of his whiskey, then asks in a more composed tone, ‘Can I talk to you outside?’

‘No,’ you reply flippantly, just to push his buttons.

Something in the air shifts.

The word rumbles deep and dark in his chest. ‘No?’

You lift your chin in defiance. ‘You heard me, Bravo. Whatever you have to say, you can say it to me right here.’

A shiver runs down your spine unbidden when your name slips through his lips in a loaded warning, but you hold your ground. You have to. You need to.

His nostrils flare and something snaps behind his eyes. He downs his whiskey in one swallow - you stare at his Adam’s apple as it bobs in the column of his thick, exposed neck - before he slams the empty crystal tumbler on the bar counter.

With one last scowl thrown your way, he turns and storms out of the soiree.

Dieter’s in his trailer, sulking. 

He's sitting at the makeup table, all the lights are on, and an open bottle of whiskey sits in front of him. His coat is flung carelessly on the couch by the door, his sunglasses clipped to the front of his raggedy t-shirt. He stares unseeingly at a jar of hair mousse as he reaches for the neck of the bottle and takes another swig.

There's a knock at the door. He doesn't answer, but it swings open anyway and lets you in before slamming shut with a bang that shakes the trailer. Four steps and you’re right behind him, buzzing with champagne and adrenaline.

‘What the fuck, Bravo?’

He doesn’t need to look at you to feel the literal heat of your glare, but it seems to refract and bounce off the mirror anyway. You continue, ‘You have no right to talk to me like that in front of other people. You have no right to talk to me like that, period. You understand me?’

He still says nothing, but he does lift his gaze lazily to hold yours in the reflection, not looking away when he brings the bottle up to his mouth again.

You’re upset. You’ve been upset for days, he knows it. You're so painfully obvious and he's pretty sure that you don't even know it. It’s been building, like a wall around you, brick by brick. Suddenly you’re shying away from his touch, dodging him when he tries to pull you close. When he asks what’s wrong, you pinch your lips and insist you’re fine.

At least you’re not pretending you’re fine now. He’s seen you angry, of course - and you’re angry now, but that’s not all it is. There’s something else to the stiff way you’re holding your shoulders and the tremour in your hands.

Dieter smacks his lips, breaking the tense silence with a drawl. ‘So… Canada? When were you going to tell me?’

Your jaw drops, and you look taken aback, before your mouth curves into a sarcastic smile, brows reaching for your hairline. ‘Wow. Really, Bravo?’

He frowns. ‘What do you mean?’

You echo his words back at him mockingly. ‘So… Italy? When were you going to tell me?’

He spins around in his chair to study you. Is that why you’ve been mad?

‘There’s nothing to tell,’ he says plainly.

‘Sure. I’ve been imagining all those secret phone calls and late-night meetings.’

He leans forward, and he catches you before you can move away. ‘Hey,’ he reprimands sharply as you try to pull back, which only makes him tighten his hold on your wrists. ‘Knock it off, sweetheart. There’s nothing to tell because I haven’t said yes - yet.’

‘Yet?’ you echo blankly. ‘So - you’ve been offered the role?’

He nods.

‘Why haven’t you said yes?’

He exhales, shoulders slumping. ‘You know why.’

The three little words immobilise you completely. He doesn’t expect you to be happy about this. Angry, sure. He can handle angry. Any other person would be flattered, only you’re not any other person.

But then you’re shaking your head, and there’s panic in your eyes. Your voice shakes, and you bring a trembling hand to your forehead, as if to anchor yourself. ‘What the fuck? You can’t do that, Dieter. You can’t. This is why we had the fucking rules in the first place!’

Dieter coughs a sardonic laugh, leaning back in his chair and linking his fingers behind his head. ‘Rules? You’re one to talk, sweetheart. You moved in with me a month and a half ago.’

You stare at him for a beat, wringing your hands anxiously, your eyes flitting everywhere but at him. Then you clear your throat. ‘Do you want to stop, then?’

His fingers slip, and they grip the arms of the chair where they fall. ‘What?’ 

‘Do you want to stop?’ you repeat, enunciating your words. ‘This is clearly getting in the way.’

This is accompanied by a nonchalant wave of your hand in the space between you.

Dieter breathes out audibly through his nose. Getting in the way. That’s a fucking punch to the gut. He nods slowly, once, twice, then he tilts his face upwards to meet your stare, regarding you from under his curls. ‘Do you want to stop?’

‘I mean, if you think it's easier -’

‘Cut the clever semantics, sweetheart,’ he interrupts harshly and grabs you by the wrists, his expression deadly serious. ‘I asked - do you want to stop?’

The skin-on-skin contact jolts you, and you snap at him. ‘Clever semantics? What the fuck are you implying, Bravo?’

He abruptly lets go of your wrists, and you feel the indentation of his grip on your skin. His eyes are hard when he shakes his head at you. ‘You want to end this? You do it. Don't use me to do it for you.’

His ultimatum lingers, clinging to the thick tension thrumming between you. He takes in your parted lips, and you’re breathing heavily, eyes glassy. 

He’s about to turn around for the whiskey he desperately needs when you crash into him in a hard kiss.

The chair slides back on its wheels when you climb onto him, tilting on its axis at a dangerous angle as it creaks under both of your weight. It’s a crude kiss, tongue and teeth and spit until he pulls your thick sweater off of you. You rake your nails through his hair, tugging on the soft curls until he makes a guttural sound. Face burrowed in your neck, he yanks your bra down, straps and all, cups turned inside out, not bothering to find the clasp. 

‘Yes, fuck, yes,’ you whimper as he sucks hard on one nipple, while he squeezes and pulls on your other breast. Your body slips into a rhythm of its own, hips grinding against him. When your tongue finds his left earlobe, the wet tip curling around the metal of his earring, he shudders violently and lunges for your lips, craving your taste again.

You squeak when for a second, the chair teeters on its back wheels and is this close to toppling over -  but Dieter spins the chair in the nick of time and shoves you up against the table. Your breath is knocked out of you when you hit the wooden edge, and he wastes no time draping you backwards onto the cool surface, your tits pushed forwards as your back arches to accommodate the position, the top of your head bumping into the mirror.

Still seated, Dieter pushes up your cosy knit skirt around your waist. He traces the tip of his thumb over your clothed clit and you jerk into the contact, your fingers finding purchase on the rounded edge of the table, knees splayed open.

He watches you, a smirk on his lips as he teases you, your hips chasing his touch. ‘You want me to prove I’m worth keeping around? Is that it, sweetheart?’

‘Please,’ you plead, rubbing your thighs together to find some relief.

He chuckles darkly, tearing your panties off and wrenching your legs apart, which draws a sharp, needy cry from you. His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs as he holds you open for him, ankles on his shoulders, his hot breath brushing your pussy, making you whine.

‘Eyes on me, baby,’ he orders, and drags his tongue through your folds.

There’s a dull thud when your head hits the mirror as you writhe beneath him, and he smirks into your pussy. He fucking loves eating you out. You’re never more his than when you’re on his tongue. He knows he has you.

You need and want so little from him. But when he’s on his knees - or right now, in this chair - the playing field is levelled. You demand everything, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give it to you.

He pushes your thighs back against your body so that your knees are pinned together, changing the angle, your pussy lips now pursed and glistening under him. He groans and looks up at you as he laves your clit, up and down as you buck against him, your hands on your tits tucked underneath your legs.

He can feel your slick soaking his beard and his moustache, marking him with your scent and your want. In moments like this, he doesn’t have to convince himself that he’s enough for you. 

Suckling gently on your clit, he eases one finger into your cunt. You jerk like a live wire, calling out his name with abandon, not caring who might be walking past.

‘That’s it, baby,’ he hums, lips brushing your folds as he pumps one more finger into you. ‘You can take it. You always take me so well.’

His already rock hard cock jumps when you grip his hair roughly, pushing him harder into your pussy.

‘Dieter, fuck, I’m gonna come so hard,’ you mewl, your voice echoing in the small space of the trailer.

He doesn’t answer you, too preoccupied with the way your pussy is coiling tighter and tighter around his fingers, slick all over his rings and dripping down to his wrist. He plunges them in up to the knuckle, gritting his teeth at the dirty, squelching sounds your pussy makes as you suck him in. Flattening out his tongue, he quickens the pace, lapping at your clit in fast, broad strokes until you’re keening.

‘Oh my god,’ you pant, arching off the table. ‘I’m gonna - I’m gonna - coming - '

He moans when you finally clamp down on him, your hips lifting clean off the table as you whimper and thrash, your hands pushing his face away when it gets too much. But he keeps his fingers inside you, sliding slowly, relishing the stranglehold of your cunt until your high passes. 

Picking up the bottom hem of his t-shirt, he swipes at his chin, saturating the fabric with your cum. You watch in a daze as he hovers above you, taking your lips in a deep kiss, his thumbs skating over your cheekbones as he swipes his tongue inside your mouth, making sure you taste yourself on him. 

Then, without giving you any reprieve, Dieter pulls you off the table by the hips and flips your limp body over. You feel his erection nudge the cleft of your cheeks through his sweatpants, which makes him hiss. He meets your unfocused gaze in the mirror, breath grazing your ear as he tells you on no uncertain terms. ‘I want you to watch, ok, sweetheart? Watch how well I fuck you.’

Your jaw goes slack at his words, and he licks his lips while you process his ask. Slowly, you bend forwards in his grasp, ass in the air, holding his gaze in the reflection the entire time. A harsh fuck falls from his lips as he drops his eyes to watch you part your legs. With rushed movements, he pushes down his sweatpants and boxers, but doesn’t bother stepping out of them.

You enjoy the power of seeing his pupils go completely dark. You squirm and your words come across as more of a plea than an order. ‘Fill me up, Dieter.’

His breath stutters, but he recoups and pulls roughly on your hair, so you’re leaning on your palms instead of your forearms. ‘Hold yourself up, sweetheart. I want to see those pretty tits bounce.’

With that, he thrusts into you.

You gasp, shoved forwards by the force, back bowed so far back it hurts, and it’s too much, too quickly - your eyes closing shut of their own accord while Dieter rails into you. 

‘I said eyes on me,’ he growls and there’s a sharp snap when his palm meets the side of your ass.

You choke at the sting, and your eyes snap open. There’s a deep frown of concentration under his wild curls as he fucks into you, fingers digging into your ass to pull you backwards onto him, grunting when he bottoms out each time.

He’s not rushing. Each thrust is deliberate, making you feel the full heft of him before he pulls out, until he’s just clinging precariously on the edge, and then he inches back in until he’s fully seated. He inhales raggedly when he watches his cock emerge from you, glossy with your cum.

‘You feel that?’ He asks as he pushes into you again. ‘Feel your pussy just opening up for me, swallowing my cock whole?’

You whine, your knees nearly caving when he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you. ‘Yes!’

He pushes your right leg up on the table, opening you up even wider for him. You gasp at the new sensations this position creates, your hands scrabbling for purchase but finding none. He fucks you harder now, the rhythmic, wet slap of skin intensifying over your panting breaths.

‘Such a good girl,’ he leans down, his still clothed chest against your back, and murmurs against your ear. ‘Gonna take my time with you, sweetheart. I want the whole fucking studio to hear you. Can you do that for me?’

You bite your bottom lip so hard that it swells immediately, and in a moment of dire need he drives harshly into you without warning, making you cry out as he strokes somewhere deep inside. 

‘Louder,’ he demands, pulling out only to bury himself inside at an unforgiving pace. 

‘Fuck, oh my god, fuuuu-ck,’ you wail, words having abandoned you. Your arms tremble as you try to keep yourself upright, your tits jiggling back and forth heavily as you take him.

With a growl, Dieter hauls you up so your back is against his chest, your arms reaching backwards to wind around his neck, fingers twisted in his hair. One of his thick arms is tight on your waist, the other hand brushing away your hair to bite your neck, so hard you’re sure there will be marks tomorrow. He chuckles darkly at your squeal and runs his tongue over where you feel the imprint of his teeth.

You can see his thick cock in the mirror now, disappearing between your thighs as he buries himself into you over and over again, and he watches too, eyelids hooded and heavy. 

‘Show me how touch yourself, baby,’ he orders, hot breath on your ear. ‘Make yourself come on my dick.’

You nod, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip, and he moans at your face - you look well and truly fucked. By him. With unsteady fingers, you start to rub your clit - it’s tender from your first orgasm, slippery from his spit and your cum, but it doesn’t take much before you’re grinding your hips to the pleasure building between your thighs.

He groans and his hips falter, both palms coming up to knead and push your breasts together. ‘So fucking hot. I can’t wait to fill this pussy up with my cum, sweetheart.’

‘Dieter,’ you moan when you feel your insides start to twist. ‘Come with me. I’m so close. Please please please.’

‘Fuck, I love it when you beg for my cock,’ he mumbles against your neck, a deep possessiveness taking hold of him. He means to taunt you, but when he attempts to throw the same words in your face, the hitch in his voice gives it away. ‘Tell me - do you want to stop, sweetheart?’

The double meaning hangs heavy between you, but you’re too far gone to care. You shake your head adamantly, hips twisting and your fingers drawing frenzied circles now. ‘No, no, don’t stop, please, I’m so close - I don’t want to stop -’

‘Fuck,’ Dieter chokes as you start to toss and turn in his grip, your nails digging half-moons into his skin when you come, shuddering and fucking throttling his dick. He has to physically hold you up now as your bones go. ‘That’s it, that’s a good fucking girl - not gonna stop - '

His climax sneaks up on him. One second he’s driving into you, and the next, he’s pumping his release - hot and thick and obscene - into your spasming pussy. He can’t get deep enough inside the liquid heat of your cunt, groaning brokenly into your neck as he collapses forward, pinning you to the table while he fights to get his breathing under control.

He comes around when he feels your gentle clutch in his hair, anchoring him to you. He exhales hard against your skin, eyes screwed shut until he feels your palm on his cheek, and he relaxes into the touch.

Meeting your eyes in the mirror, he pulls you off the table and presses a wet kiss to the side of your mouth, heaving a heavy sigh as his grip on you loosens. He sees red marks blooming on your chest and your hips, and he runs gentle hands over them apologetically. 

‘You ok?’ he asks, leaning his face into yours.

‘Yeah,’ you nod, eyes wild but sated.

Gently, he pulls your bra up, righting the straps. Then he feels his now soft cock slip out of you, which makes you shudder. His watches with dark eyes when thick, white strings of his cum drip from your pussy, before you squeeze your legs together to stem the flow. It’s much hotter than it should be and even having emptied everything inside you, his cock twitches regardless.

Reaching down, beyond your bunched up skirt that still sits around your waist, he swipes at the cum that’s run down your inner thigh with the tips of his index and middle fingers, and brings them up to your lips. He moans when you lean forward to take them in your mouth, licking them clean.

‘Did you mean it?’ His question quiet in your ear, his chin on your shoulder. ‘Do you want to stop?’

Your lips quirk, your eyes soft. ‘Fuck no.’

He grins. Taking your chin in his fingers, he turns your head and presses his lips to yours in a firm kiss. ‘Good. Let’s clean you up and get you home, sweetheart.’

Week 11

‘I look ridiculous,’ you gripe, trying to dislodge the interminable wedgie from the borrowed neon green hot pants you’re wearing.

‘You look hot, hon!’ giggles Ana, herself in a faux fur coat with a spandex swimsuit and leggings underneath. ‘C’mon, our Uber is here!’

For her birthday, Ana wanted you all to dress up and go to a dive bar with a bowling alley. The hotpants were, unfortunately, the only thing that fit you in the bag of thrifted second-hand 80s costumes and wigs she brought to work earlier in the day.

Pete slings an arm on your shoulders, resplendent in a highlighter orange tracksuit, royal blue headband and matching sweatbands. ‘How’s great aunt Dierdre, babe?’ he asks with a wink.

‘Ha-dee-ha,’ you deadpan.

Spotting someone across the parking lot, Pete’s face lights up and he bellows. ‘Speak of the devil - BRAVO! Over here, man!’

Ana shrieks excitedly, jumping up and down to get his attention. 'DIETER! Come party with us, it's my birthday!'

The door to his car is open, and he looks like he’s ready to call it a night. But Dieter takes one look at your purple legwarmers and tacky pink lipstick, and he grins. 'I'm in.'

The drinks are cheap, cheerful and free-flowing - Dieter's treat. When you shift your feet, the soles of your ankle boots peel off the floor with a sticky thwack. The bass shakes the entire place with cheesy 80’s tunes. It’s a true dive bar - you haven’t been anywhere this grimy since college.

You look across the counter, where Dieter is hanging with Pete and other post guys, fitting right in. He let Ana dress him in a form-fitting wifebeater in a loud neon print, the complete opposite of his normal loose silhouette and earthy tones. You can’t help it - your stare lingers on the lines of his broad shoulders and the bare muscle of his arm, bent at the elbow, a red cup of beer in his hand.

When two bowling lanes free up, your group migrates over and Dieter claps his hands together with a playful wriggle of his eyebrows. ‘Ok, people. Shall we say - boys vs girls?’

Over the catcalling and whistling, Ana asks, ‘What are we playing for?’

‘Money?’ someone suggests.

Pete boos. ‘Boring! Come on, people, the stakes gotta be higher, more humiliating!’

You’ve obviously had more to drink than you realised, because suddenly, you point a challenging finger at Dieter, and say, ‘I got it! If your team loses, you have to go on a date with Ruth.’

There are screams of delight as Dieter’s face falls. Ruth is one of the lunch ladies, and she’s obsessed with Dieter. She’s a sweet and harmless thing, but her behaviour arguably borders on uncomfortable. Everyone on set knows about Ruth, it’s hard to miss the phone numbers and crooked hearts she scrawls all over Dieter’s paper coffee cup every lunch time.

Ever the crowd-pleaser, Dieter holds his hands up and agrees. ‘Fine, fine. If we lose, I go on a date with Ruth. But,’ he pauses dramatically, then points straight at you. ‘If your team loses, you go on a date with me, sweetheart.’

‘Fuck yeah!’ shouts Pete over the good-natured applause and whistling, nudging you so hard that you trip and spill your vodka soda. In your annoyance, you don’t notice him exchanging a meaningful glance with Ana above your head while you wipe up.

Nose in the air, you extend your hand to Dieter, and he shakes it. You smirk at him. ‘You're on, mister.’

So you really only have yourself to blame, when an hour and a whole bottle of tequila later, Dieter and the boys are clamouring at the top of their lungs at Pete, while he makes a show of selecting his bowling ball for the tie-breaker, blowing imaginary dust off of it.

‘Steady now, boy, steady!’ calls out Dieter, clapping his hands as if he’s coaching a football team. ‘It’s all on you now. A strike is all we need to win.’

'Aye, aye, sir!' Pete shouts and salutes his team, and they stand to attention, saluting him right back. He then spins on his heels, the bowling ball held at eye level, and he steps forward towards the lane.

You watch, in slow motion, when the pink bowling ball leaves Pete’s fingers and rolls down the glossy alley. For a second, it looks like it’s going to skid to the side and miss - but at the last second, it veers back onto course, taking all the pins down in a victorious clang.

Pete jumps into Dieter’s arms like he’s won the fucking Super Bowl, and he hoists the hero of the hour into the air, spinning in a circle while the guys dance around them, pumping their fists and chanting ‘Pete, Pete, Pete’. As much as you hate losing, you can’t help the laughter that bubbles in your throat at the scene of unrestrained jubilation.

Having transplanted Pete onto the shoulders of another guy, the rest of your group heads for the bar for more celebratory drinks, leaving you two alone. Dieter saunters up to you, smiling smugly, and raising his plastic cup of tequila mixer at you.

‘Hope you didn’t sprain your back there, Bravo,’ you goad him.

‘Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I just wanna know - did you lose on purpose so you could finally go on a date with me?’

He lets out a pained yelp when you elbow him in the ribs, making his drink spill. You retort, ‘You know I wouldn’t.’

‘That only makes it better,’ chuckles Dieter, now leaning in far too close to be considered decent, his liquor-laced breath hot on your cheek. ‘I won you fair and square, sweetheart.’

‘You didn’t win me, you won a fake date with me,’ you correct him, pinching his chin with a sarcastic smile. ‘Besides, your team only won because of Pete. If anything, I should be going on a date with him.’

A low growl rumbles in his throat, and with his broad frame, he shields you from view of the bar behind him. He snakes an arm around your waist, fingers slipping downwards to squeeze your ass, before nipping your earlobe. ‘Oh no, you’re all mine, sweetheart. And believe me, there won’t be anything fake about this date.’

Then he leaves you standing there, your chest tight and cheeks hot. 

Great. Now you’re wet and that doesn’t help with the wedgie at all.

Week 12

Your ‘date’ with Dieter is the talk of the set. There’s been a dearth of on-set gossip, so as tame as this is, it will have to do. You agree to go out on the Friday night, since this part of town pretty much empties once the studio employees head home for the weekend.

Pete is beside himself - honestly, he might be more excited than you are. 

‘Do you want to go on this date instead?’ you ask him dryly. 

Ana insists on dressing you and doing your hair and makeup before dispatching you in an Uber, as if she's worried that you'll skip the date.

Not wanting the attention on set, you agreed beforehand to meet at the restaurant. It’s a very understated French bistro, with a tiny storefront of dark, weather-worn wood and a cosy wine bar just next to the entrance.

When you step inside, Dieter is leaning on the bar, sleeves up and bunched around his elbows, cradling the curves of a red wine glass with his thick fingers. He sweeps his gaze over you, top to bottom, then up again, before giving you a toothy smile and stepping into your space.

You have to physically restrain yourself from backpedalling from his proximity out of habit. You’re on a date. In your head, it doesn’t really count as a real date, but for all intents and purposes, it’s still a date.

He looms over you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. ‘You look beautiful, sweetheart.’

You don’t say anything, and with one hand on the small of your back, he guides you into the empty restaurant. If you’re being honest with yourself, your mind is drawing a blank because he looks so damn good tonight. He’s chosen dark jeans and a crew neck sweater that actually fits him in an olive green, but it still looks cosy and comfortable, like most of his wardrobe. The fabric stretches across his chest and shoulders as he moves, and the tattoos on his forearms shift as his muscles flex, pulling out the chair for you to sit down.

You’re in a secluded nook a good distance away from other tables, which are empty anyway. You wonder for a second if he’s booked out the restaurant for tonight. The table you’re sharing is tiny, and your bare knees bump into his denim-covered ones underneath the wooden surface. It’s so dark that you would've had to use your phone light to read the menu, but mercifully, the owner of the restaurant introduces himself and promptly takes care of your orders, promising plenty of food and wine.

When you’re left alone, you realise with a start that you’ve never spent any one-on-one time together with Dieter outside of the privacy of your respective hotel rooms. You're nervous and it shows.

‘Relax,’ he chuckles, covering your hand with his. He doesn't let you pull back. ‘There’s no one around, and even if there was, it's so dark in here it's impossible for anyone to take any photos anyway.’

You don’t fight him, which obviously pleases him. He traces patterns on your palm, and you ask, ‘Is this one of your first date moves, Bravo? Hand-holding?’

He lets out a bark of laughter. ‘It’s cute you think that, sweetheart. This isn't really a first date though, is it?’

You shrug. ‘Might be a last date.’

‘Ouch, sweetheart,’ he chides, one hand on his chest as if wounded.

‘You're going to Italy. I'm hopefully going to Canada.’

He takes a second to reply, and chooses to throw a light-hearted jab at you. ‘Well, this is definitely the most depressing date I've ever been on.’

The waiter cuts in with a bottle, leaving you with two full glasses of full-bodied red wine. Dieter holds his glass to you, and asks, ‘Will you at least miss me, sweetheart?’

You clink his glass delicately, and smile. ‘Maybe.’ You take a sip, then tap your fingers on the table, your curiosity getting the better of you. ‘So… what are your first date moves, then?’

He smirks cockily. ‘Wouldn’t you have liked to find out.’

You pin him with a roll of your eyes. ‘Please, you would never have asked me out on a date.’

‘Why would you say that?’ he protests.

‘Oh, don’t you go all revisionist on me, Bravo. You were out to get me from day one. Remember?’

He tangles his fingers in yours and admits, ‘Okay. You’re not wrong. I probably wouldn’t have, if all this hadn’t happened.’

You have no right to be hurt, but it still stings a little bit. You chew on your bottom lip, and he reaches over to dislodge it. ‘Don’t pout, sweetheart. You still want to hear about my first date moves?’

You huff a sigh. ‘Sure.’

He leans forward conspiratorially, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiles. ‘Ok, this one is my favourite.’

He pauses and takes a mouthful of wine, and you can’t help but shift to the edge of your seat, your full attention on him. When Dieter Bravo wants you to listen, you just do.

His fingers dance on the table as he continues, his rings catching the low lights. ‘First, I make sure my date shows up at a particular location, preferably a private one. Then, I arrange for her to catch me getting blown by another girl - ’ he grins when you choke on your wine. ‘ - and then I make her get on her knees and jerk off in her face.’

You’re coughing violently now, smacking your palm on the table as the wine goes down the wrong way. To your horror, you feel it coming up your nose, and you hastily wipe it away with your napkin. You squeak, ‘For fuck’s sake, Dieter!’

He laughs so hard that his whole body shakes, his smile lines softening his face. He presses a cheeky kiss to your palm. ‘And what do you know - it worked like a charm.’

The food is excellent and the conversation easy. You share a millefeuille for dessert and when you’re putting on your jackets, the owner insists on gifting you an extra bottle of the red wine you shared as a memento.

The nights are getting milder, and with his hotel only a few blocks away, you two decide to forego the Uber. The streets are deserted as you walk side by side, your movements loosened by the wine. You keep bumping into each other until Dieter slips his arm around you, fingers curling into the side of your waist to hold you against him, so you're walking hip to hip.

Your heart rate picks up when you lean fully into him, and you sneak your left hand into his back pocket. You walk in comfortable silence, your steps in sync and your bodies intertwined.

'I like this,' Dieter says quietly when you stop at a crossing, resting his chin on the top of your head. There are no cars at all and you can easily just cross the street, but you stand on the curb, neither of you moving. 

You look up at him, the warmth in the pit of your belly tempering the winter chill, and the streetlights blur into orange, backlighting his soft curls. Tipping your face upwards, you stand on your toes and press a soft kiss to his lips. 

You feel him smile and tighten his grip on your waist, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. He just slides his mouth against yours, the tips of your noses brushing. You break apart when the green man comes on.

'I'll miss this,' you whisper, and it’s as much as you're prepared to admit.

He'll take it.

You're jolted out of sleep by a frantic banging on the door. It takes you a minute to groggily push off Dieter’s heavy arm on you and sit up, rubbing your eyes. You look at the clock - goddamnit, it’s 7:32am on a Saturday.

‘What the fuck,’ Dieter croaks into his pillow, pulling the duvet up and over his head.

You roll your eyes, petting around the bed to try and find your pyjama top when the banging stops abruptly, and you hear the digital jingle of a key card unlocking the front door. You barely have time to pull up the sheets to shield your naked front before Rebecca bursts into the bedroom.

To his credit, Dieter does instinctively leap across the bed in an attempt to fend off the potential danger. Only that his morning reflexes are about ten seconds too slow, and you’re already waving at Rebecca by the time he lands heavily in front of you, knotted in sheets.

How this woman is fully dressed in a sharply tailored sky blue suit and high heels with her hair and makeup on point at before 8am on a Saturday is beyond you. You’re about to ask when she announces in rapid fire, ‘So, good news and bad news. Good news first. We kept your name out of the headlines, darling - for now. That buys us a couple of hours. Bad news, we couldn't keep the picture out.'

Your brain is still fuzzy from the wine you had at dinner last night and you can’t keep up. You grimace, utterly confused. 'Sorry Rebecca, but - what?'

She click-clacks towards the bed and shoves her phone towards you.

It's that alien feeling when you look at a photo of yourself that you didn’t know existed. Like finding previously undiscovered childhood photos while going through dusty family photo albums after Thanksgiving dinner.

You stare at the screen. Your brain knows that it's you on it, but you have absolutely no idea how or where or oh my god -

'It was - it was just -' you stammer, your whole person seizing up in panic.

Dieter grabs the phone from you. It’s a given that he has a lifetime of experience to draw on in dealing with something like this, and he doesn’t seem fazed at all. But seeing your reaction, his face twists in worry and he sits up to gather you into his arms. 'Sweetheart? Hey, you ok?'

Rebecca takes her phone back and crosses her arms. 'Someone caught you canoodling on the street last night and sold the picture to TMZ. The article will drop this morning.'

Things seem to slow and drag, like you’re underwater, and you hear Rebecca say, 'A heads up would've been nice. I didn't know you guys were actually dating.'

'We're not,' you reply robotically.

Rebecca tuts. 'Well, it’s too late now, anyway. We need to issue a statement and you need to tell me exactly what's going on.'

You bury your face in your hands. Why did you do it? Why did you kiss him?

Dieter smooths one palm over your back, and explains, ‘We went partying with the crew last week. She lost a bet and had to go on a date with me. That’s it.’

'You sure? A bet?' asks Rebecca, not at all convinced, perceptive eyes darting around the room. 'Darling, she’s obviously moved in.'

Dieter says her name in a warning. ‘Becks -’

She raises her hands in surrender. 'Alright, it’s none of my business. Text me who you went partying with, it’ll help to have the crew corroborate your story.’ Turning to you, she says, ‘They haven't identified you yet, darling, but it's only a matter of time until they find your phone number and which hotel you're at. You two lie low for now. Stay here while I sort things out. Understood?'

You nod meekly, and Dieter mumbles, ‘Thanks, Becks.’

The door closes behind her and your eyes immediately well with tears, pressing your hand to your mouth.

Dieter shifts to sit behind you, his legs on either side, and wraps his whole body around you. He nuzzles the side of your face, his voice scratchy. 'Hey, sweetheart, Becks wasn't yelling at you, ok? She was just in crisis mode. She’ll take care of it. Remember the whole Sundance thing? No one ever talks about it anymore. This will blow over in no time.’

The rational side of you nods, but the tears keep coming as he rocks you back and forth. Have you fucked it up? What will people think when they see the article? What if they think you’re sleeping together - except, well, you actually already are, but - why does this whole thing have to be so fucking meta -

Dieter’s firm voice cuts into your thoughts. ‘Sweetheart, hey, look at me. Look at me.’

Snapping out of your stupor, you twist around and look up at him over your shoulder. He gently thumbs your bottom lip, which feels swollen from your crying, and he promises you, ‘Listen, I'll take care of it. You're alright.’

Something buzzes. Dieter reaches for his phone immediately, in case it’s an urgent message from Rebecca. He brings it around so that you can see the screen too, clicking on the notification for a message from Rebecca.

There it is again.

You really look at the photo this time. It’s taken from a height, probably from the second floor of the building next to the crossing. Even from that angle, it’s indisputably Dieter in the photo. You can see the rings on his fingers reflecting the streetlights, and the contours of his profile are unmistakable. His eyes are closed, lips sealed to yours. Your hands are on his chest, gripping the front of his sweater.

Dieter interrupts the silence. ‘At least it’s a cute picture of us.’

You sniff nasally, but a small, watery smile pushes the corner of your mouth up, and he grins when he sees it.

He turns your face to his and kisses you sweetly. ‘I got you, sweetheart.’

You know he does.

You sigh when your phone buzzes for the umpteenth time today. You pad across the wide expanse of what is now your living room for the remainder of filming in your fuzzy socks, and grab the phone from the coffee table, where it’s charging.

Turns out that the battery dies really quickly when people don’t stop calling or texting you.

Rebecca offered to let you stay in one of her own apartments that she usually lets out, but is currently sitting vacant. You were spirited out of Dieter’s hotel in a cap and sunglasses via the back door, and she was right to do so - there were paparazzi camped at the hotel entrance already.

Your new apartment’s an easy 15-minute drive from the studio, with an underground parking lot and 24/7 security. It’s fancy, in a nondescript, Hollywood way. It’s all glass and chrome and monotone. The best thing is the lovely kitchen, which is the one thing you really miss when you’re in a hotel room for a job.

You look at the newest message that pops up on your phone and you groan aloud. ‘Oh, for fuck's sake!’

It’s a message from your mum. Great. Even your parents have seen the photo, probably sent to them by some meddling distant relative.

You’re half-heartedly drafting a vague reply when there’s a knock on the door. It must be the rest of your stuff from your old hotel room. Rebecca did say that she’ll send someone over to pack it up for you.

You open the door and your eyes go wide at the sight of Dieter on the doorstep, a suitcase and a weekender bag in tow. 

‘What are you doing? Rebecca said we should lie low for now,’ you remind him, gripping the door tightly. ‘You can’t be here.’

'It's Week 12,’ he says with a shrug. ‘Fuck lying low.’

You blink, stunned for a second.

Then you grab him by the cuff of his collar and haul him into the apartment, his suitcase and bag clattering onto the marble floor. You take just one second to make sure the door is firmly shut, then you throw your arms around his neck and drag him in for a kiss.

He backs you up onto the couch, crawling over you when you lie down, cradling him between your thighs. His trainers hit the floor behind him when he kicks them off.

Pulling back from his lips, you take a deep breath as the realisation sinks in. ‘It’s Week 12. We have two weeks left.’

Cupping your face in his large hands, Dieter presses his forehead to yours. ‘And we’ll make them fucking count, sweetheart.’

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Note: I had fun leaning into the fluff - I hope you enjoyed this unapologetically soft chapter! We have one more chapter to go, and this part of Consent comes to an end 😭 As I mentioned here, I have many more ideas for our actor and intimacy coordinator couple, so I will continue to write for them after Consent wraps!

I will be on holiday for the whole of July, so I’ll most probably finish Consent in August. I will still be online while on vacation, so I will post updates on my progress.

Thank you everyone for your amazing support for these two idiots, always ❤️ You guys are the best readers a writer can ask for. I'm so glad there are new readers here too. As always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

P.S. FYI I’m sobbing uncontrollably inside at the thought of having to write the finale. Very delicate at the moment lol, please be gentle with me 🥺

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[notyour-valentine]

Dance with me ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Three little words, with a lot of meaning and implications depending on how and where they are said (Angst)

Note: This is the version with Tommy. Those with John and Arthur can be found here. Here is my [Masterlist].

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: PTSD, Depression, low self esteem, period confirming misogenistic thinking, possible infertility. Some swearing. It's Peaky Blinders. As I am an adult, all my writing I share is unless explicitly stated for adults (18/21+). Your media consumption is your own responsibility. 

Wordcount: 2858 words

If she hadn't been so tired, she would have been ashamed. 

She had every reason to be, after all she had failed, failed in the single greatest task bestowed upon her. The only task, really.  

In the eyes of God and men. 

Being a wife was the pivotal role in her life, after all, she was not a mother. 

Nor likely to become one anytime soon. 

Because she had failed. 

(Y/N) must have done- no, she knew she had failed. 

Something somewhere had gone terribly, horribly wrong and every attempt, she started to try to somehow fix it, had come and gone without even the slightest hint of an effect. Or it had made things worse. 

When she noticed that Tommy didn't eat much, she had tried first cooking his favourites and then new recipes, even if they were always those with the most expensive ingredients. She had been content with eating something else to balance the cost, if only he'd eat. But still, he either came late and said he didn't want to eat anymore, or he was on time and claimed a lack of hunger. The sandwiches and tea she brought to his office when he missed the meals once more often only resided in his office until she cleared them the next morning or were eaten by the others. 

When she noticed Tommy had trouble sleeping, she offered him tea which he never drank, and put lavender under the pillows, which he chucked out, while brushing off any attempt at a soothing touch after his nightmares. 

When she noticed Tommy no longer sought out her company the way he used to, she tried. She tried coming to him. She wore the things he used to like seeing on her and did the things that used to work, only to be rebuffed before she got far. She then  tried putting in more effort, bought makeup to hide the changes the last four years had made on her, even bought lipstick because that was what the other women said did the trick, only to be met by irritating gazes that made her cheeks burn with shame. 

When the sunsets came and went without any trace of him, she waited up, even if her eyes threatened to fall close- only to be met with a gruff remark that it wasn't necessary. 

She had spent four years missing him, praying for him, fearing for him and his brothers, and yet she had never felt his absence more prominently than in his presence. 

They had, of course, tried to reassure her- the women from work, Polly, John, even Arthur and Ada- had told her to give him time, that she was a good woman and that one day everything would be fine. 

Once upon a time she had even believed that. 

But every plate of food or cup of tea that had stayed untouched, every attempt at affection which had been shut down, every question he had refused to answer, every gentle touch he had shrugged off, every night she had waited up only to be met by stoic silence- bit by bit they had worn her down. 

And somewhere along the way (Y/N) Shelby had become too tired to care. 

Ironically that was what Tommy noticed, after all these weeks and months of trying to get his affection, his attention, his anything. 

Not that it was enough to prompt much more than lingering looks when she no longer got up in the mornings with him, or didn't bother asking if he too wanted some tea, or when, in the rare instances where they went to bed together, she did so without making conversation, or trying to help him, or hold him, or kiss him goodnight. 

Then, when she just silently went about her business, picking up his clothes as well as her own without a word, only to lie down on her side facing the wall- then, she could feel his eyes. 

The truth was, that (Y/N) no longer knew where she was headed. It would be foolish to still believe there was a 'they'. But she had been so drained by four years of war, and three months of trying, she didn't even have the energy left to think about the future. If there even was one. 

She just went about her day, day by day, hour by hour, going to work, doing her chores, keeping Finn entertained, and going back to sleep in an icy cold bed despite the warmth of the person, who was lying right next to her, and yet worlds away. 

The doors of the church squeaked slightly as they were pushed open. By the time it had slammed shut again, without any attempt to stop the force of the impact, she already knew who had entered the otherwise deserted church at this late hour. 

She knew the rhythm of his steps the way she knew that of his heartbeat, the way she knew the lines of his palm and the freckles on his cheeks. Well enough to tell them apart from thousands. 

But (Y/N) did not turn. 

The realization made her heart clench. 

She must've forgotten something, some family event, some big night at the betting shop. A cold spread through her, as if a thin layer of ice sought to cover her skin from the inside. It hurt, but it would make the few barked words thrown in her direction more bearable and the sharpness of his tongue less biting.

In the end, she knew she won't get more than a sentence or two- an order, a demand. 

But she could only feel his eyes, and hear the distant sound of his breathing as he watched her. Then, to her surprise and confusion, he sat down in the pew right next to her, leaning forward and staring at the gilded altar room. 

The old wood creaked as if knowing that the person it now supported saw no value in this building and what it represented. 

"Polly says you used to come here every day to pray for us to come back.", Tommy told the figures at the altar. 

By now she was used to being stared at without being talked to and being talked to without her presence being acknowledged. 

"I did.", She admitted, seeing no point in denying, even if she hadn't come to pray today. Or yesterday. Or the day before that. 

"We are back."

To that, she had nothing to say, which only made him sigh. Then, he reached up and ran a hand through his hair. 

"Look,", he began, taking a deep breath and still refusing to look at her. "I know things aren't good between us, not the way they are supposed to be and not the way they were. But I need you to know that it's not because of you."

(Y/N) almost smiled at his words, at his meek attempt to cushion his request. But she had already felt its force. 

"It's alright.", She told him. "I have been expecting this."

How could she not? 

But it was ironic that he did it here, in the church of all places where they had become man and wife all of five years ago. Half a decade since the day she had felt so close to the pinnacle of happiness, after which had only come a lifetime of misery. 

They had stood right there, in the golden glimmer of the candles and the morning sun, and had said their vows. 

Until death do us part. 

Death had parted them- a thousand times over. All the loud and screaming death he had seen in France, all the quiet and suffocating death that occured here. Somehow they both had died along the way, at least a little bit. 

"I'd prefer it if you wouldn't use infidelity.", She asked. "We could use impotence on my part. They might try to make us wait a year with the war in between, but I don't think they won't believe you, especially if I don't try to argue against it."

As much as that reason hurt- and it did hurt- there was still some truth in it. While she had never, even once, wavered in the loyalty to the man sitting right next to her. He could acknowledge that at least, that even if she had failed to become a mother, had failed to be a good enough wife, she had been a loyal one. 

"What are you talking about?", Tommy demanded to know. 

"Divorce."

She had expected that saying it would hurt, like ripping out her heart with her own bare hands and tearing it to shreds herself, and maybe it would have done once. Now, she felt nothing. 

"What?", He snapped. "Why would you think I want a divorce, eh?"

In his anger, or his surprise, he had finally turned to look at her and (Y/N) met his eyes. She was impressed by how unaffected her voice sounded when she spoke. 

"Because you don't want me to be your wife anymore, Tommy."

His lips parted slightly as his eyes, his bright summer sky blue eyes burned into her. 

Then, he dropped his head and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A few strands of hair fell into his face but he made no attempt to push them away again. He just sat there, his head low, and his hand shielding his face from her eyes. 

Tommy made no sound, but she could sense the turmoil inside him, feel the screaming of emotions, even if she had no idea what they were, as not a muscle betrayed him. 

His other hand was braced against the back of the row ahead of them, his knuckles turning white from the pressure he applied to it. 

Then, after half an eternity, he took a sharp breath. 

"I don't want a fucking divorce, (Y/N).", He hissed through clenched teeth. "I don't, alright?"

Now that did come as a surprise to her. 

He ran his hand through his hair, making even more strands of his hair come loose. 

Shaking his head, he looked away, somewhere to the empty rows behind her. His eyes shone and his jaw muscles worked. 

"I still want you…I still need you to be my wife."

Those are two very different things, she thought. And it wasn't like she hadn't been useful, to him and the family. Undoubtedly Polly would have told him that. 

Yes, divorcing her would be very inconvenient indeed. 

"Look, I know. Alright? I know.", He continued, his voice trembling. "I want to-"

He broke off and shook his head again, fighting for words. 

"I need more time, (Y/N). To get used to…used to this again."

"This?", She asked. 

He sighed and forced his eyes shut. 

"When you do what we did…what we had to do for four fucking years-,", he began, his voice dangerously low, and quaking with something between sorrow and rage. 

"It doesn't just stop because someone somewhere decides it's over. You can't just stop. It's not- it's not that simple."

Shaking his head, he looked away again, and she could see his hand muscles coiling and uncoiling into a fist. 

"I want this, you know,", he mumbled, staring at the hand which was still marked by the ring she had put there. "I want…I want us."

His voice broke on the last word and so he took a deep breath to steady it. 

"I just need more time."

And I have nothing left to give. 

It almost made her sad, and that was the most heartbreaking thing of all. 

Almost. 

A small, lingering part of her wanted nothing more than to reach out and dry his tears, to wrap him in an embrace and sooth his words away with gentle touches and softer words, but she had tried that, had tried time and time again, only to be pushed away in more ways than one. 

Tommy noticed too, and he nodded solemnly. Running a hand over his face, he gathered himself once more and then stood up. 

"C'mon. It's late.", He said. 

Slowly, with the aching joints of an old woman, (Y/N) stood and followed him out of the pew. But he just stood there, his back turned to her and the altar, without any attempt of moving. 

Then, slowly he turned, his hand outstretched. 

"Would you dance with me?"

"What?", (Y/N) asked, not sure if she had heard him properly. She can't have. Not truly. Why would he ask her that now?

But he repeated his request. 

"Dance with me."

"Why would I do that?", She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. 

His own arm was still outstretched in the no man's land between them, attempting to bridge a valley of darkness. 

"So I know that it's not too late. That there's still a chance."

(Y/N) swallowed hard. 

What a coward you are, Thomas Shelby, she thought bitterly. 

After all this, after everything he still put it on her, and for what? To ease his conscience? To tell himself he had tried everything? 

It was almost laughable, but she no longer remembered what it was like to laugh. 

She should have told him no, but somehow the words didn't pass her lips. 

Somehow ending something outright seemed infinitely harder than to let something wither and die in the absence of care.

"It wouldn't be appropriate. This is a church, Tommy.", She reminded him. 

"I don't care."

"We can't dance in a House of God. It's not proper.", She argued. 

Still his hand was outstretched. 

"Do you remember what I said to you when we got married?"

"You said a lot of things.", She said. 

He nodded slowly, seemingly lost in the memory of times past. 

"And I said I don't believe in God. But I told you that I made those vows to you. I meant it then and I still do now."

There was a determination in his voice now, a certainty she hadn't heard all day. 

"For better, for worse, eh?"

She scoffed as she glanced up to meet his eyes. 

"And this- is this better or worse?"

"Better than France.", He admitted. "Worse than before. But a lot worse than we will be."

He seemed so sure of it, as if saying it out loud made it true. 

"Please.", Tommy whispered, nodding towards his hand. 

What good will it do? 

But then again, he was talking, listening, acknowledging her for the first time in weeks - maybe even months. 

Perhaps this was her chance, perhaps it was her last chance to experience a glimmer of what they had once been. 

One final chance. 

One final dance. 

As soon as she slipped her hand into his, he closed his fingers around it and drew her closer. His hand found the back of her shoulder while she leaned into his arms. 

They stood so close now that she could feel his breaths in her forehead. 

For a while they just stood like that- closer than they had been in years, both equally familiar and foreign with the sensation. And both frightened. 

Slowly, he began to move, with soft, small steps in the narrow space of the aisle. Each soft step echoed in the empty church, bouncing off of the tall ceilings. 

"I have plans, you know.", He whispered. "For the business. For us. Had four years to think about them."

When she didn't respond, he took it as the incentive to continue. 

"I'll make us legal. Then, with the new money, after a year or so, I'll buy us a house. A big one, with lots of rooms and running water. And a fireplace, a proper fireplace in every room."

She allowed her eyes to flutter close, as his heartbeat became the rhythm she could move to. 

"There'll be a garden, with fruit trees. And when we have children, we can hang swings from the branches for them. One for each child."

"If.", She said softly. 

"Hm?"

"If we have children."

It wasn't for lack of trying in the time before the war, and by logic, she should have gotten pregnant then, ten times over. Martha had gotten pregnant after barely a month. But nearly a year hadn't been enough for them. And the years since wouldn't have done anything to help with their changes. 

"We will.", Tommy said, his thumb brushing over her fingers which he held in his hand. "One day, we will."

He seemed so sure, but that wasn't a luxury (Y/N) allowed herself. 

She had spent years hoping and had gotten nothing for her efforts but pain. She wasn't foolish enough to start again, to believe him and his big plans, to let his own certainty become her own. 

No, she wasn't foolish enough to hope, but perhaps she was foolish enough to doubt- to doubt the knowledge that had built up over the last weeks, that whatever they once had, and might have had, was completely and utterly lost. 

Maybe, just maybe, she could allow herself a little doubt. At least for the moment. 

End.

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Love Through Makeup–Joe Keery

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"Hey, Y/N!"

I turned around to see Joe jogging toward me. I shoved my hands in my back pockets, nervously chewing my bottom lip.

"What's up?"

"I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor," he said when he caught up to me.

"Of course," I shrugged. "What do you need?"

Four years ago, I got a job doing the hair and makeup for the cast of Stranger Things. I was fresh out of cosmetology school and the Duffer brothers took a chance on me. My specialty was makeup special effects but doing a show as intense as Stranger Things was a lot of pressure.

A lot of the makeup was CGI but there was still some that I had to do, especially on the characters that get dragged into the UpsideDown. After season one came out, people flipped. The show exploded and the makeup got more challenging. Season two, I was hesitant. When fans started freaking out about the makeup, I got more confident. Now I did a lot more than on-screen makeup.

"I have an interview tonight and I don't really trust the makeup team they have," he said. "Last time I went there, they used that horribly cheap makeup and I ended up breaking out right before award season. I could really use your help. You in?"

"Sure," I shrugged. "I can meet you at the studio or. . ."

"How about my place?" Joe immediately found a solution. "Maybe we can get dinner before?"

"I can't," I said a little too fast.

Joe and I have a kinda weird relationship. We started as friends. As the show went on and we spent more and more time together, our friendship turned a little 'flirty'.

"My mom is redecorating her house," I stuttered out the first excuse I could think of. "She needs my help choosing paint colors and fabric swatches. It's a whole thing. But I can meet you at the studio."

"Sounds fun," he said, sounding like he wasn't fazed. "See you then."

I turned on my heel and started walking quickly back to the makeup trailer. When I got there, I closed the door and let out the breath I've been holding.

The first three seasons of our show, Joe and I flirted back and forth. But this last season, things have changed. The harmless flirting seemed to get more serious. At least the butterflies in my stomach got more serious.

Whenever I do Joe's hair and makeup, all that one-on-one time with him, makes my butterflies turn into an entire zoo. The idea of going to Joe's apartment, and maybe getting dinner, made the zoo uncontrollable.

I stalled going to Joe's apartment for as long as I could. When I couldn't wait any longer, I grabbed the travel case of makeup I take on the road and drove to the address that Joe gave me. I shakily got out of my car and headed up to his apartment. I put down the case before knocking on the door while holding my breath.

"There's my girl."

My heart jumped into my throat at how Joe answered the door. I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm hurt."

"What?" He asked, his face dropping.

"Your hair isn't a complete mess," I teased, "which means you had someone else do it. So, tell me, Joe. What hairdresser are you cheating on me with?"

I sucked in a breath when he quickly grabbed my hands and pulled me closer.

"I swear to you, my perfect Y/N, I would never cheat on you. You are and forever will be my hairdresser."

"I'm touched," I chuckled as I slowly pulled my hands out of his hands. I leaned down and picked up my makeup case. "Should we get started?"

"M'lady," he said, dramatically bowing as he gestured back inside.

I teasingly curtsied before walking into his apartment. I followed him through his house to his bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet as he waited for me to finish setting things up.

Neither one of us said anything as I cleaned his face and put on his usual interview makeup. It wasn't much. Just enough to highlight his best feature; his eyes.

"There you go," I said as I finished.

"All done?"

"Look for yourself," I shrugged as I started cleaning everything up. Joe stood up, teasingly squeezing my elbow as he walked over to the mirror.

"Perfect," he chuckled. "You always make me look awesome."

"It's my job," I shrugged. I hated when he praised me. It made my stomach flip and my heart jump into my throat. I could feel Joe watching me but it took everything in me to ignore him.

"Still," he chuckled, "you came all the way over to my place on your night off just to do my makeup. Thanks, Y/N."

"No problem."

I was about to leave the bathroom, but Joe grabbed my hand. "I really appreciate you doing this, Y/N," he said softly. "You didn't have to."

"It's really not a big deal," I whispered, barely able to breathe.

"It is to me," he whispered. My breath got caught in my throat when his eyes dropped to my lips. I pulled away and cleared my throat.

"You should get going," I barely got out. "You're gonna be late."

                                * * * * *

Ever since my house call to help Joe, I've been trying to stay clear of him. Which is pretty impossible to do when your job is literally to sit in front of him and do his hair and makeup.

Usually, on Fridays, I use my mobile cart to go to set and hang out with the cast. This Friday, I stayed in my trailer all morning. Around lunch, I was reorganizing my makeup for the third time. I jumped when the door was roughly opened.

"What the hell, Y/N?"

I spun around, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw Joe walking toward me.

"What?" I stuttered.

"You've barely said ten words to me all week. What's going on? Did I do something? Was it because of the house call last Sunday? Seriously, Y/N. What's going on?"

"Nothing's wrong," I stuttered, still shocked by his sudden outburst. "I've just been busy. That's all."

"Come on, Y/N," he sighed. "I know something's been off between us. Just tell me what I did so I can fix it."

"There's nothing to fix," I said, my voice dropping.

"Look, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable by asking you to come to my apartment and do my makeup. I know it was odd but I didn't trust their makeup team. I honestly only trust you."

"Joe. . ."

"You can't say there isn't something between us," he said, dropping his voice.

"Well. . . I guess. . ."

"Is there?"

"I don't know," I stuttered. "Is there?"

We both opened and closed our mouths, neither one of us able to find the right words.

"Y/N," he whispered, stepping closer to me.

"Hey, are you guys coming to the bar tonight?" Maya asked as she ran into the makeup trailer.

I turned around and started fake organizing my brushes. Joe glanced at me before turning toward Maya.

"I'll be there," he said. He glanced at me and asked, "Y/N? Are you coming to our weekly bar-venting session?"

"I'll try," I said, not turning around. "But I'm still helping my mom redecorate her house. This week we're reorganizing her craft room. It's packed and full of things she doesn't even know she has. I'll be spending all weekend surrounded by crafting supplies older than me covered in dust bunnies as old as my parents' house."

"Sounds fun," Maya laughed. "Try and stop by."

As quickly as she came, she left. Soon, it was just Joe and me. I looked into the mirror to see Joe slowly turn toward me.

"Please come tonight," he whispered. "I'd really like to see you."

                                * * * * *

Against my better judgment, I got dressed up and went to the bar the cast was meeting at. The second I walked in, Maya and Natalia ran over to me. They grabbed my hands and pulled me over to the booth in the corner they already had.

I sat down, instantly looking up and making direct eye contact with Joe. He smiled softly at me as he handed me one of the beers the waiter had just brought over. That was only the beginning of endless drinks. Soon, I could barely stand.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

I turned around and gasped when I saw Joe walking over to me.

"There you are!" I giggled. I caught him by surprise as I threw my arms around his neck. I think I kissed his cheek.

"Whoa," Joe chuckled as he had to catch me before I drunkenly collapsed. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"I don't know," I mumbled drunkenly. "Enough to know I have to tell you something."

Joe laughed when I grabbed his face and smushed it in my hands. "Y/N," he said through smushed lips, "maybe I should take you home."

"But first," I gasped, "I have to tell you something. It's really really really really really really really really really important."

Joe reached up and gently grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands from his face. "What do you have to tell me?"

"It's really embarrassing," I pouted as I looked down. He gently used his finger to lift my head.

"You can tell me anything," he whispered.

"I like you," I blurted out. "Like-like you. Like I really like you, Joey. But I know you could never like me back."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because," I scoffed, "you're you, Joe. I'm just me."

I tried to walk away but the booze had gotten to me. I would've fallen if Joe hadn't caught me.

"Let's get you home," he chuckled. I cooed as he wrapped his arm around my waist and started leading me out of the bar. The last thing I remember was falling asleep in the passenger seat of Joe's car.

                                * * * * *

I woke up to the sun shining through my window. The second I opened my eyes, my head felt like it was on fire. I slowly sat up and looked around. I jumped when I heard something coming from my kitchen. I sat up, instantly hit with a wave of nausea as I shakily got to my feet.

I slowly moved down the hallway, too hungover to think this through. I froze when I got to the kitchen and saw the last thing I ever thought I'd see.

Joe Keery was standing in my kitchen, making eggs. He looked up and smiled when he saw me.

"There she is," he chuckled. "How you feeling?"

"Like a classroom full of kids is screaming at me while walking through a construction zone," I sighed as I sat at the counter. Joe just smiled as he grabbed one of my Tumblers and handed it to me.

"What's this?" I groaned.

"It's a smoothie," he smirked as he drank his own. "It's my dad's anti-hangover recipe."

"Do I want to know what's in it?" I asked, scrunching my nose. Joe thought about it for a second before shrugging. The smirk on his face made my stomach flip. That flip almost made me throw up.

I shrugged as I took a sip. Joe smiled at me before finishing the eggs. He grabbed two plates and split the eggs between the two. He then grabbed a fork and put a plate in front of me.

"These are my mom's hangover recipe," he said as he grabbed the other plate and sat next to me.

We ate in silence, my stomach nauseous for multiple reasons. When we were done, Joe stood up and started clearing our plates. He put them in the sink but didn't move.

"Thank you," I whispered. He looked up at me with a strange expression on his face. He pushed off the counter and walked back over to me. He sat next to me and scooted a little closer to me. When he still didn't say anything, I pushed. "Is something wrong?"

"What do you remember from last night?" He asked instead of answering.

"Drinking," I scoffed.

"Anything else?"

Of course I remembered everything from last night. I wasn't that drunk. Besides, one of my curses is always remembering what I did when I was drunk. I didn't get that luxury of forgetting.

I opened and closed my mouth, unable to admit it. Did he know? I don't think he was as drunk as I was. . .

"Well," I whispered, "I do remember something. . ."

I gasped when Joe leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and slow. Our lips moved in sync as we melted into each other. Joe broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"I remember telling you how I felt," I whispered. Joe leaned back and smiled at me.

"I didn't get the chance to respond," he said softly.

I held my breath as I waited. Joe leaned in and pressed his lips back to mine. The kiss was deeper but we broke apart faster. When we pulled away this time, Joe had a different look in his eyes.

"I like you too," he whispered. "Like-like you. Like I really like you, Y/N. But I didn't think you could ever like me back."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because," he smirked, "you're you, Y/N. I'm just me."

"I think you're pretty great," I said, my face burning. Joe gently cupped my face as he leaned in and kissed me again. Our lips moved in sync, slowly deepening. We broke the kiss when neither one of us could breathe.

"Y/N, can I take you to dinner tonight?"

"Lucky for you," I whispered, "my mom doesn't need any more help redecorating."

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