blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)
"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed, abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie
» summary: sexual frustration is a curse, and it's plagued you. you can't even begin to recall the last time you orgasmed—weeks, maybe even months ago? you're desperate. so what if one night, the night where you finally feel close to finishing, your neighbor goes and fucks it all up by being loud? well, you go over to his apartment and give him a heavy tongue lashing, of course. except, what happens when he decides to return the favor...
» genres + warnings: college au, neighbor trope (they lowkey don't like each other until they do), reader's SUPER mean to yunho at first, yunho calls reader a bitch (only once), teasing, LOTSSS of dirty talk, heavy make-outs, grinding, yunho's an eater, pussy rubbing w/ tip (NO PENETRATION), dom!yunho, sub!reader (reader gets whipped into shape), yunho basically c*ms all over reader's cunt, lust-drunk yunho, lust-drunk reader, small depiction of "choking", overstimulation, verrryyy breif mingi cameo
» w.c: 9k
» a/n: so, i'm actually obsessed with this concept, #loveit #holyshitthisissodirty #wet
"yeah baby? you almost there? come on, hurry and finish."
as the video progresses, you grip your phone tighter. the random man continues to spill out sweet nothings, fueling your desire.
he's positioned upright in a chair, rubbing his cock feverishly with a heaving chest. you almost mimic his breathing as simultaneously, you quicken the pace on your clit.
your headphones perfectly encapsulate the low, sultry voice he speaks to you in, and a brisk shudder over takes you.
with a slight thrash to your body, you widen and close your legs against the soft bed. your fingers work at maintaining the pleasure pulsing throughout your core, while the desperation fills your stomach.
fuuck. you're so close this time. you just know it.
so what if all of the other attempts this past week has been an utter fail? you just know this time will be different.
a low whine buzzes from your lips and briefly your eyes shut, "awww....mmmm. yes. oh fuck, i'm..." you keep on whispering to yourself.
the speed you’re producing is so intense, it practically has your pelvis rocking alongside the rhythm. no true thoughts resided in your head—simply the absolute need to finish blares in the forefront of your mind.
by now, the man on your screen appears to also be close, with how his body starts to convulse, "baby—shit. i can feel the cum about to rush out. fucking hell, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum."
and right as his torso stiffens and the milky load begins to spill out, a loud thump from outside of your headphones makes you nearly drop your phone smack dab onto your face.
“holy-!” you jolt from the noise, putting an immediate halt to your movements down below. quickly, you pause the video as you remain still, trying to process what the hell that noise was.
there’s a pause.
after a second, you think you’re okay to start up again; however, another roaring bang echoes in from your left, and this time, you let your phone fall down next to you while you scramble to yank off your headphones.
when yet another sound is made from the other side of your wall, you find yourself shooting up from your bed. breathing heavy from adrenaline, you hear from a distance slight murmurs being muffled by the division—but oh god, do you know them all too well.
eyes narrowing, you try to focus in on the voice. there’s more murmuring followed by a heinous cackle, one that resembles a hyena. then shortly after, an even louder thud flows into your room and at this point, you’re absolutely triggered.
this bastard.
“i’m gonna kill him.” the words are tight and menacing as immediately, you throw the blankets away from your body and scoot out of bed.
fuming, you grab your sleep shorts from the floor and yank them up your legs, before jamming your feet into nearby slippers. you throw on the tank top just left in your bed, and soon you’re stomping out of your bedroom.
ooh, that freaking bastard. words can't even begin to describe how pissed you are. any chance at you having the perfect orgasm—long gone. the feeling between your legs—your pleasure and desire—instantly dissipated. what remains is raging hot aggression, the kind that you can feel radiating from your core.
little grumbles leave your mouth as you now pass by your living room, a nearby clock reading, ‘1:47 AM’. just the sight of the time makes your eye twitch, and after swiping your keys from their place holder, you swiftly beeline out your apartment door, making sure to end with a harsh slam.
it takes 0.2 seconds before you’re standing in front of your neighbor’s door, harshly knocking at it. there’s no breaks, just continuous, rapid banging.
tiny comments flow from your mouth, "swear this stupid idiot.....god, i’m gonna.....he's so dead..."
from the other side, you hear footsteps approaching, along with quiet mumbles and a laugh. you’re still pounding at the door until there's a soft click and it gets thrown in.
there stands your idiotic neighbor—jeong yunho—holding the door propped open with one hand and a phone to his ear with the other.
he's lost in conversation, his gaze to the floor and a short smile present. he hasn’t registered who's here yet. though, once he briefly glances up, yunho's whole demeanor begins to change. he sees you, pissed, sticking out your hip and crossing your arms.
“oh……" yunho's face sinks in on himself, mouth now slightly parted. he casts a look away as his expression turns stoic, "uh. yeah, i’m gonna have to call you back.”
as you wait for him to hang up, foot tapping to count the seconds, you couldn’t help the way your eyes fleet around to examine his sleep attire. it looks so similar to yours.
a black tank top that hugs his torso and basketball shorts that hang loosely off his waist. usually when you come over here, he's decked out in a large sweatshirt plus sweatpants. at some point, you started to think that's all he owned. but, clearly not.
when your eyes skip over to the arm on the door, you could see his bicep flexing from how hard he gripped the wood. and close to that, you peep the messy state his hair is in, all curly and tussled.
after observing his face, you start to realize you've been ogling at him for too long. so, you force yourself to look away and pick up an interest in the carpet you're standing on. god, does he just piss you off. you can't even stand the sight of him.
a harsh sigh leaves your throat and you start to roll your neck around in frustration. can he just hurry up?
yunho grimaces softly at your outburst before returning to his friend. he listens intently to what's being said, part of him also trying to mask the irritation pricking at his skin, "hmm? yeah, i guess. just be quick about it."
a low voice is on the other end, you register, evident by the deep laugh he produces. you can't really make out anything being said, but after sneaking a glance at yunho, you assume a question’s being asked.
he's giving it some careful thought. his head shifts up a tiny bit, eyes moving around the ceiling as he thinks. but, really, the moment you swiftly hold up your nails to randomly inspect them, that's when he's able to dart his eyes down to your distracted body and give the question true thought.
he's watchful of your next-to-nothing clothing, and how it outlines every part of you. the small buds poking through your tank top fabric, proving that you're not wearing a bra. your smooth thighs that are held close together. he's observant of everything.
however, when you shake your shoulders back and throw your hand down, it quickly snaps yunho out of his mild trance. in one motion, he sweeps his attention away from you and clears his throat.
“okay, i’m not even gonna think about what you just asked—no, seriously i’ll call you back later. i’m hanging up now.”
he wastes no time in dropping his hand and ending the call. then, as he peers upwards, ready to formally address you—well, you make sure to beat him to it
your head is cocked to the side as an icy tone slips out, "finally. i was starting to get impatient."
blinking, yunho stares at you briefly before inhaling a long breath. he can already tell how the rest of this conversation is going to go, judging by your already snippy attitude.
"i'm sorry about that. the phone call ran a little longer than i-"
"frankly, i don't give a fuck about that," you cut him off, body instantly tensing up from just how annoyed you are, “have you lost your goddamn mind? it is the middle of the night, why the hell are you being so loud? again?"
fuck him. his body expels a quiet sigh as his tall figure hunches down slightly, "i was just...rearranging some furniture."
this time, your words are more clipped, "and you couldn't have waited until morning? are you a fucking idiot?"
it takes everything in yunho to keep his composure.
lately, every single time you come knocking at his door to complain, this is usually how it goes. you storm over, beat at his door, then berate him for about 5 minutes before walking away and slamming your door shut. every. single. time.
he wonders where this anger came from all of sudden, the hostility. you hadn’t always been this grumpy, but for the past week, it’s like you’d just decided to hate his guts. even in passing, like when riding the elevator or entering the apartment together, you always wear a scowl around him. like it's now been permanently etched into your face.
seriously, what’s your deal?
when you make a particularly frustrated groan half-way through your rant, it's then yunho comes back to reality.
"this is my third time coming over here in a week. my third time. but somehow, there’s always some stupid fucking excuse as to why you’re being so damn loud," you sneer, not even able to recount all of the other dumb reasons he's given you thus far, "do you think i enjoy this? having to tell you to shut up every other day?"
his face reactively tilts down as a dry scoff flies out. sorry, but he doesn't really want to deal with all of this tonight. if that makes him apathetic towards your situation, oh well—so be it.
before he knows it, a snarky remark comes flying out, "well, you have been making it a habit lately, so i'm sure you must find some enjoyment in being a bitch. right?" he ends off with a straight face and condescending shrug.
oh.
in a flash, the blood flowing through you turns cold. your eyes go bewildered from his dig at you and you change your stance to somewhat cage him in. you notice he doesn’t move away from you, but that didn’t stop you from still trying to size him up—if that’s even possible.
“listen to me, jeong yunho,” your voice starts off unusually low, and surprisingly, yunho seems to respond well to it, “i don’t want to come back here ever again. so either you shut the actual fuck up for good, or i’m calling our landlady next time and i’m going to have your ass finally evicted.”
after you finished, an overbearing silence takes over. there are so many things yunho could say to you right now. his mind is racing a mile a minute, and yet his mouth remains closed as his eyes begin to lower. his hand is starting to shake from squeezing the door so hard.
eventually he drops his arm, right as you take a few steps back. you both have this lingering tension in the air, almost as if you two are secretly trying to zap each other with the charged energy. before you walk off, you make sure to eye yunho up and down with an obvious snarl.
“you got that?”
his eyes wander around your stature, and once he makes eye contact with you, he breathes in deeply, “you know, it’s always such a pleasure whenever you visit. really, you should do it more often. tomorrow night, maybe?”
his tone couldn’t be laced with any more sarcasm. and to that, you simply begin to walk away, not forgetting to throw a, ‘fuck off,’ over your shoulder.
yunho waits until you’re close to your door before calling out to you one last time, “get some good sleep. or else tomorrow, you're gonna wake up cranky again. and we don't want that, now. ”
you flip him off clear as day, and then with a tight grip on your handle, you slam the door shut. shortly after, you hear your neighbor’s own door close just as aggressively.
now that you’re in the comfort of your own space, you finally let out the whiny squeal built up from the interaction, “ugh!”
fuck, he gets underneath your skin in a way you’ve never experienced before. the anger makes your body tingly all over, lighting up each and every part of you. you’re on fire.
kicking off your slippers, you don’t even care where they land. you toss your keys in any direction when passing your kitchen table. upon entering your room, you immediately begin to strip because for some reason, the clothes were becoming too constricting.
once you’re in your underwear, your body flops down backwards onto the bed, your breasts to the ceiling. chests huffing, you still feel your heart thumping from the events earlier, but also from the sheer frustration coursing through your veins.
frustrated that you’ve had to deal with jeong yunho for the past week, and absolutely nothing has changed. frustrated that no matter what the circumstance is, he manages to get you heated like no other. frustrated that you missed out on what would’ve been your best orgasm as of late, if only he just...wasn’t your neighbor.
you roll over to your side, staring blankly at the wall. as unfortunate as it is, you can’t control who your neighbors are—meaning the irritation you feel is just a consequence of poor residency. but, you absolutely could’ve relieved at least your sexual frustrations. and you had been so close too. a silent huff fills the room as a pout grows on your lips. what are you going to do?
because even if the feeling in your core has long disappeared, internally, there's still this lingering itch needing to be satiated. it's buried deep down, but it's there. you can sense it. you breathe out another groan and soon find yourself shifting to your backside once again. the feeling is definitely there. it just needs to be reactivated.
so without much thinking, you pick up your phone from wherever it was around your bed, and begin tapping aimlessly on the screen. the video you had been previously watching is immediately pulled up, though you're not in the mood for it anymore. you’re craving something else.
after searching and scrolling around the website, another intriguing video catches your eye, and in one swoop you click on it. after so many fails and empty climaxes, you have a last resort in mind to finally cure your desire—but, it's one you were trying to avoid.
already connected to your headphones, the video starts to play and quickly you lean over to your bedside drawer. it's not a hard find, your little pink rose toy, as it’s tucked away in its usual corner. the last time you had used it...maybe five months ago? six? you can't exactly pinpoint it, you just know it's been a while.
you roll back over to your bed, your eyes scanning it wearily, "mmmm...."
you don't know what's wrong with you. you really have no idea. but a while ago, you learned that your clit is extremely sensitive. and it was because of this toy. the first time you had used it, not only did you nearly piss yourself (genuinely), your orgasm also came in six minutes.
it had buzzed, sucked, and pulsed your cunt in a way you've simply never experienced before, and honestly, you hated how quickly it made you finish. on top of that, you were left feeling raw and overstimulated afterwards, trembling in your bed once it was over. ever since then, you've opted to use your fingers, something that gives you time to fully enjoy the experience.
however, tonight is different. you've tried everything already, but to no avail. you're needy. you're desperate. you want to get this over with. if that means you'll be finishing in basically five minutes—then so freaking be it.
not wasting another second, you quickly begin to toss on your headphones and immediately the sounds of a male moaning enters your head. you pick up your phone in one hand, and reposition the vibrator in the other.
your knees instinctively rise up as you move your body around in order to find the perfect position. when you believe you’ve achieved it, you use your thumb to press down on the small button which turns on the rose.
although the sound is silent to you, the buzzing that's instantly felt in your palm makes you shiver. nearly a whimper topples out of you from just pure anticipation of what's to come. steadily, you move the toy down, all the while your eyes remain glued to the scene.
the new man is needy, just like you. he's gripping and palming himself over his clothed erection, causing the once lost feeling to be reignited inside you. a slow throb pulses through your core. the moment the vibrator touches your own clothed sex, a tiny moan shoots out. already, you feel the vibrations hitting you in all the right places, and you're not even bare.
you press it down a little harder into your clit, the sensation now overtaking your whole cunt. shuddering, you allow yourself to adjust to the pace, but not for very long. without fail, your hips begin to gradually buck against it as the rose works itself into your slit.
your teeth goes to tug onto your lower lip, and momentarily your eyes flutter close, "oh my god."
you have to stop your back from arching off the bed, that's how good it feels. you keep the toy close to your sex, and even start to circle it around your underwear to produce more ripples of pleasure throughout.
and with each surge of pleasure, there's a reactive noise to go along with it. you notice you're more vocal than usual, but truly it's because you can't help it. that's what makes using this toy so dangerous.
another low whimper fills your ears as this time, the man starts to slowly bring out his cock. he's not in a rush. no, he’s barely touching himself, yet he’s still squirming around as if anything more would be too much. like any small movement would cause himself to cum on the spot. the sight of him just turns you on even more.
by now, you're full on humping yourself into the vibrator, even though you haven't touched yourself naked with it. you're too nervous that once you do, you'll be seriously cumming and shooting out liquids all over the place. the barricade of your underwear is enough for you. you still feel on the edge of an orgasm.
"hmm...hmm...fuck, 'm almost there." your face is a mess right now, you already know. the small grunts you're letting out overrun your mouth. the shallow breaths you’re emitting. all of it attests to how much of a mess you are.
you can't control anything that's happening. not the way your hips are chasing after the vibrations, nor the way your eyes squint open to see the man jerk himself off. his cock is even twitching from each stroke, like it's ready to explode any moment.
you groan a little louder, "holy...fuck. oh, fuck. gonna cum soon. mmm....gonna...cuh—"
- beeeeep -
a text notification comes popping in from the top of your screen, followed by another. you skim over them, stopping all movements plus the video. once you register what was said, as well as who sent them, it makes your heart fall to the pit of your stomach.
jeong yunho
2:14 AM
i think i understand why you've been so moody lately
you’re just a little frustrated, aren’t you y/n?
focus blurred, you quickly exit out of the video, going to fully open up the texts. meanwhile, the vibrator lays lonely between your legs as it continues to suction on your clit in a way that has you lightly jerking around.
your eyes narrow, “stupid fucking a-asshole.” straight away, the pads of your fingers type out a short message. just have to get this over with.
y/n
2:16 AM
i don’t know what you’re talking about
before you can even leave the message log, your neighbor is already producing another text.
jeong yunho
2:16 AM
yeah, the vibrator isn’t all that quiet
embarrassment rushes to your face, your hand shooting down towards the toy. you skittishly remove it from yourself and quickly power it off, then throw it to the other side of your bed, “shit!”
you’re so screwed. oh fuck, you’re so screwed. yunho is never going to let this go, you can already foresee it, and just that thought alone is enough to make your cheeks burn. how humiliating.
jeong yunho
2:17 AM
why’d it stop? did you come already?
weird, i didn’t hear it
“what’s his problem?” running a hand over your face, you hold back a groan that truly wants to escape out of you. are you stupid? had you really been that loud? you don’t think you were, but, god, somehow he still heard you.
with your face all scrunched, shame overtaking your expression, you bring your fingers forward again to begrudgingly type out a response.
y/n
2:19 AM
what are you even saying right now?
again, i have no idea what you’re talking
you can’t let him know the truth. in your mind, all you can do right now is just deny.
….deny…deny….de…ny…?
jeong yunho
2:20 AM
yeah?
you don’t remember moaning over and over again just now? whining about how you’re almost there?
that you’re so close to cumming?
i mean, you just said it, how can you not remember?
your face shrinks while reading the string of questions. well, fucking hell. what more could you say now? he basically called you out and quoted you verbatim. slowly, your eyes shut and you take steady breaths. oh wow. your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest right now. you can feel it.
but furthermore, you feel so exposed. so vulnerable. especially since it’s him who heard it. fuck, why him? to make matters worse, there’s not much you can even say to refute his messages. at this point, he knows, really knows. so, how do you respond?
y/n
2:22 AM
fuck off
yunho
2:22 AM
the walls aren’t thin, i’m sure you of all people would know
y/n
2:22 AM
jeong yunho, fuck off
jeong yunho
2:23 AM
i could hear you so clearly. you sounded needy
like you were gonna finish at any second, but didn’t, yeah?
you never orgasmed?
even with your cold replies, how is that he still has more to say? that more messages continue to flood in? your moods already been killed, but now it feels torturous to sit here and just take it.
y/n
2:24 AM
i’m not talking about this anymore
you glance off to the side as the vexation travels through you. part of you debates if you should just go ahead and block him—rid yourself from this nonsense. he's toying with you right now. obviously. and you're sick of it.
you fix your fingers to get ready and block him for good, when a vibration buzzes in your hand.
jeong yunho
2:26 PM
but you're still frustrated, right?
you know, if you really need help, i can come over
reading that makes you audibly gasp. what is happening? now, you feel like he's just saying anything.
y/n
2:28 AM
stop it
you're not being serious
scowling, you adjust your back against the bed. what a stupid joke. stupid jeong yunho, with his stupid joke. your eyes look up to your ceiling, mind wandering. he doesn't mean what he's saying...you know he doesn't. he's just messing with you, as always.
until his other message comes through.
jeong yunho
2:28 AM
i promise you i am
it really doesn't have to mean anything either. im just offering some help.
after seeing that, your face bucks backwards. where is this even coming from? you're so confused.
jeong yunho
2:29 AM
so can i come over?
yeah, you aren't sure what sort of game he's trying to play, but you're not falling for this.
y/n
2:30 AM
absolutely not
you’re not coming anywhere near me
there’s a brief pause before he types another response.
jeong yunho
2:31 AM
oh yeah? what about inside of you?
your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. WHAT. instinctively, you bring a hand up towards the wall. two loud smacks are given to the hard surface as you try your hardest to slow down your breathing. holy—what the actual fuck is wrong with him?
from the other side, a subtle laugh reverbs through the wall, and you resist the urge to beat harder on the surface. shortly after, another message comes through on your phone.
jeong yunho
2:34 AM
sorry, guess that was too much lol
but i’m being serious, y/n
no wonder why you’ve been so bitchy lately, you’re just sexually frustrated. and clearly you need help.
reading the latest text has you scoffing, though some cold sweats begin to drip from your forehead. because how was he able to read you so well? yeah, maybe you’ve been a tad bit snappier with him recently, but that could be for any reason! you didn’t like how easily he figured you out, especially since you are sexually frustrated. and it’s bad.
even then, you find yourself with your guard up still. he may be able to call out your problem, however, that doesn’t mean you want—jeong yunho of all people—to fix it. he’s your annoying, dumbass neighbor. what all does he know?
as you permanently shut down whatever the proposition was in your head, you also force yourself to ignore the slight twinge your belly does. you’d be lying if you said there wasn't a small part of you affected by his words. wondering, what exactly is he offering right now?
no.
shaking your head, you tighten the pressure against your legs as you prepare to type out one final message.
y/n
2:37 AM
for the last time, no.
just leave me alone
with that, you turn off your phone. another buzz comes through, but you don’t even check it. you’re so over it—over him.
turning, you try to find a comfortable spot on your back, panting slightly from pure anxiousness. your heart feels like it's about ready to explode from his words.
'you know, if you really need help, i can come over'
reactively, a hallow laugh tumbles out from you, eyes closing briefly. because seriously, what is the matter with him? he's ridiculous. always saying the crudest, most dumbest things. but now, it's truly gone too far.
your eyes crack open and then you decide to adjust over to your side, facing away from your phone. your mind starts to wander to all the events from tonight.
the night had started off so good.
the sensation just pouring through your core the first time you started masturbating. god, did it feel amazing. even when that attempt at an orgasm failed, the same pleasure was quietly still there. silently waiting for its chance to finally spill over.
but, it never did.
rounds after rounds—even with jeong yunho's interruption—you never came. it's been a week of this. and now, you're just done. you've decided that this rut you're in has gotten the best of you.
you don't know how long you'll be suffering, with the subtle ache pulsing away in your core. hopefully with time, it'll go away.
a sudden vibration makes your skin jump. turning around, you spot your phone inches away from you, the screen lighting up. yunho's contact pops up from afar.
eyes low, you stare at the phone. your brain is scattered, and yet, a recurring thought keeps coming back to you.
should you do it?
you've literally tried everything. fingers, pillow humping, fisting. even the rose toy, which usually has you cumming in genuine seconds, couldn't get you off, and frankly, you don’t want it to anymore. you're stuck.
you blink your eyes a few times.
what all would he even do?
you don't think you'd want to go...all the way with him. just something to help alleviate your pressure. and nothing that would last too long, you had to be up early in the morning. quickly, a blush overtakes your face as you start to feel embarrassed by your thoughts. but...anything is better than nothing, right?
"oh, god..." your stomach churns when you reach out to grab your phone.
unlocking it, you see the latest messages from your neighbor were attempts at trying to sway you. still, you disregard them. you've made up your mind now.
with a burnt face, you type out a simple: 'fine, come over', all the while you try your hardest to calm down your nerves.
he replies back in an instant, but you've already powered off your phone, stomach full of butterflies at the thought of jeong yunho taking care of your problem.
yet, when you start to truly think about how jeong yunho will take care of this problem, an immediate pulse hits you hard in your center.
before you even have a chance to react to the sensation, rapid knocking emerges from the distance. your stomach sinks to your ass, as you frantically work to put your tank top back on. then, you leap out of bed.
you don't even have time to reconsider this idea, with how swiftly you glide out of your bedroom and across the living room. you're scared the moment you start to think about this, you'll back out. and deep down, you know you don't want to do that. not when another chance has literally thrown itself at you.
only an idiot would pass this up.
once you reach your front door, you don't even check your peephole. with a quick twist of the handle, you open the wooden door inwards, and there stands jeong yunho on the other side.
his body looms over yours as he leans against the door frame. although he's still wearing the same outfit from earlier—the tank top and shorts combo, there's no longer an annoyed expression to accompany it. no, there's something entirely new.
his eyebrow's are furrowed, indicating slight confusion. there's a sprinkle of curiosity within his eyes, and below that, the corners of his mouth are turned smugingly upward. but all over, yunho has a faint red hue coating his face, like he's also nervous for what's to come.
for a short second, neither of you say anything. a quiet staring contest is what you both have. there's a look to yunho's eyes that makes you want to clench your stomach. bouncing your eyes back and forth between his gaze.
until unexpectedly, he clears his throat and tilts his head to the side, "crazy, now the roles are reversed. hold on—should i start yelling at you too? throw in some degradation while i'm at it?"
you see him trying to hold back a grin as he stifles out a laugh. his eyes are crinkled and dimples are showing, all the while you begin to lower your gaze. haha, so funny.
eventually, your face straightens out into a deadpan, "shut up."
yunho continues to laugh, body shaking as he chuckles, and without thinking, you lunge to grab at his chest, "just get in here."
bunching up his tank top, you yank him inside your apartment. he enters with a stumble, with you only releasing him when he's few inches behind you.
more laughter is coming from the tall boy, and while you hear him trying to regain his balance, you stay facing forward with a hand on the door. part of you is still contemplating if you should go through with this whole thing, and yet the other part is yelling at you to stop making things so complicated.
both sides are clawing at you, though once you take a deep breath, a brief moment of clarity hits. you use your courage to push the door close, now trapping you both inside.
you slowly turn around towards yunho. he's already taken off his slippers and placed them onto the nearby rack, waiting for you to make the next advancements. a small smile remains on his face.
okay, this is serious. your vision darts off to the corner, fingers reaching to play with the hem of your tank top, "uhh...so..." there's a pause, "bedroom's just down the hall."
yunho now regards you with a mildly confused face, raising an eyebrow. he's definitely sensing a change in your attitude from just moments ago. you fidget once more with your shirt, the silence becoming too deafening for you. ultimately, you decide to proceed forward towards the narrow hallway.
at least, until a hand catches you in place.
"not so fast...where do you think you're going?" yunho's voice piques up at the end as he starts to bring you back, his grip firm and tight. you're tripping over your own feet and only stop once you're placed directly in front of him.
you don't look up at him, even though you feel his eyes burning deeply into your scalp. the spot where he's touching you starts to heat up, and all you begin to think about is how hot his touch will feel other places. oh, god. now you really can't look at him anymore, your face feels completely flushed.
yunho's aware of his hold on you, though he doesn't try to remove it. his eyes remain on you and how he can tell you're deliberately avoiding eye contact. he's never seen you so shy before, he realizes. so timid. it's almost a complete turn around from how you've been acting this past week—hell, even the past three months he's known you.
he's realizing that you're truly nervous, and god does he like that. eyelids fluttering, yunho feels little tingles start to spread all over his body.
"hey," his tone is more serious, but you sense a hint of playfulness somewhere, "y/n, you gotta look at me when i'm trying to talk to you."
the moment he addresses you, your body erupts into shivers. as your head stays lowered, your eyes slowly work their up till their peering through your eyelashes.
"what do you want?" your voice is a buzzed whisper.
"are you nervous?" his hand shifts up from your arm to now your shoulder, "you're acting so different."
you want to shrug him off of you and back away, though the slight squeeze he has on you keeps you from doing so. instead, you feel that area begin to heat up, your attention remaining on him.
"i'm not nervous," how you managed to say that without stuttering—you don't know either, but your heart feels like it's gonna explode, "i'm just not used to....this."
he mulls over your words, lips pursing in somewhat agreement, "hmm, yeah. i can see that. i don't usually call my neighbors over for a late night session either.
your face lightly scrunches, "i didn't really call you ov-"
"i don't want you to worry, though," ignoring you, he shifts his hand once again until it's resting near the nape of your neck, fingers curled over it, "i know you think i'm just gonna go in that room, fuck you a couple of times, then leave."
his vulgar words shock you. expression now stunned, your breathing turns heavy as he travels his hand towards the front of your neck, now placing a soft clasp around your throat, "but i won't do that to you. i told you i'm here to help. here for you."
gradually, the hard look in your eyes begins to melt. your face becomes more relaxed, and yunho notices this.
"what, you like this? my hand around your throat?" he mumbles out.
you're dazed, lips slightly parted from the quiet gasps you're taking in. he cocks his head to the side as he watches your changing face.
"mmm, i kinda like seeing you in this state," his eyes rake around your features, whole time you stare back weakly, "can't really call me an idiot anymore, can you?"
you try to speak, but yunho instantly hushes you quiet. he's stroking his thumb up and down your smooth skin as he leans in just a tiny bit.
"you're so cute, y/n. just the face you're making, it's so..."
he's only inches from you, you can feel his breath hit your face. oh, god. and he's coming closer towards your lips. his eyes are low, mouth hanging, waiting to take in yours.
you close your eyes in anticipation, but at the last second, he curves your face.
his mouth goes to the shell of your ear instead, just barely touching, "go take us to the bedroom now."
his words pour into your head as a near whimper dribbles out of you. he backs away with the same heated look in his eye, while you're completely disoriented. he takes his hand away from you, and with a small stagger you turn around and lead him down the hall.
what fucking spell did he just put you under? your head is mush. you can't think straight. the throb in your core is practically beating at you, and it's making you even more dizzy. the moment you step foot into your nightly lit bedroom, you're immediately twisting to face yunho. oh, you're done for.
he's trailing in behind you, his walk a bit different from yours. he ambles up to you, though when you briefly glance down at his shorts, there's an obvious bulge sticking out of the fabric. your eyes widen, but yunho's calling your name to recapture your attention.
he stops in front of you, eyes heavy with lust, "just looking at you got me so hard."
"yunho," you say with whine. your neck is craned upward to look at his face.
"so fucking hard." he repeats, tone even lowered. his hand comes back up to your nape, and you watch him lean down, "i can't even concentrate."
your eyes bounce back and forth between his gaze and his lips. you want to beg for a kiss. beg for him to finally end this tortured pain you're in. but instead, you part your lips and lower your eyes, signaling to him that you're ready. desperation fills your expression, and yunho is drinking every bit up.
he watches your hazy state, how quickly you fell apart for him. what an absolute turn around from how you were acting earlier in the night. you're just a mindless doll at this point. so ready to be completely ruined by him.
thinking this, a low groan escapes his throat, "god, you're so good to me."
his mouth drops slowly before enveloping yours with a greedy kiss—finally. he takes your lips hungrily as you tilt your head for a better taste. the two of you stumble back slightly until the bed grazes the back of your knees. he grips the back of your neck harder.
the intensity of the kiss has you levitating. slow pants start to leave your mouth, only to get swallowed up by yunho’s mouth. he’s coming at you, hard, as if he’s been deprived for so long. you slip a bit of your tongue into his mouth which sends a shudder down his back. as payback, when yunho’s lips come down on yours again, he grazes your bottom lip with his teeth.
you whimper. you two are completely enamored with one another. all thoughts have left your head and you're left with a desire that's practically eating you alive.
his lips part from yours once more, "fuck. can't wait for you to make such big mess on me."
he breathes heartily then captures your mouth, the two of you sharing another kiss. swiftly, he breaks away, "gonna make you cum so hard."
he uses all of his weight in the next kiss he gives you. yunho begins to lower you further into the mattress, the two of you not releasing. the bed squeaks from the added pressure, until eventually you're laying down on your back. and a genuine whimper buzzes out of you. you're dying within his grasp.
he’s pulling your lips harshly within his, groaning and mumbling more dirty words. the hand behind your neck shifts towards your front, him pressing down into your throat. that makes you whine. the noise bellows out of you, only for yunho to shut you up with a rough kiss. god, you're so loud. he thinks to himself.
still passionately making out, his pelvis starts to rock between your legs. he's so fucking turned on right now. his bulge rolls deep into your underwear, your pussy creating the perfect crevice for him. the new friction makes you see stars. so much is happening right now: the kissing, his hand on you, the way he's grinding into you, all of it has your senses on overload.
then, he rips himself away. he slides his hand up to underneath your chin and forcefully turns your face away. he goes to the side of your neck—kissing, sucking, and licking around your skin. you can already feel the hickies starting to form.
"need to leave a reminder for you," his words fall onto your neck, and all you could do is moan, "you're gonna remember this night."
he places a few more hickies on you.
releasing his hand, he starts to travel down your body. he kisses and licks along your sternum, before stopping at your breasts. his eyes flicker up to your lust-out expression, taking a brief pause. you wait anxiously for his next move.
"want me to suck on them?" his voice is just barely audible. you quickly shake your head 'yes'.
his gaze drops down to your tits. your hard nipples poke out of the fabric of your tank top. they're practically begging for stimulation. he leans in close to your buds, and gives one of them a quick flick of his tongue.
"oh, god." your body stutters from the sensation.
intrigued by your response, he leans over to quickly lick at the other bud, you reacting the same way. you are just so fucking sensitive, he's noticed. everything he's done so far has you damn near falling apart.
he keeps this in mind as he keeps working his way down. he gives you kisses against your stomach which causes butterflies to erupt and your belly to convulse slightly.
soon, he's at your underwear. you're quivering, body squirming, just waiting for him. but, he doesn't proceed. he sits a bit longer. your underwear is a cute color, a pretty shade of purple. and it holds your cunt so well.
"so pretty," muttering, he dips down to place a soft peck at the top of your underwear, "oh my—are you twitching right now?"
he calls you out with tiny grin. he's watchful of your current demeanor. you've already shut your eyes. it'd been too much to see yunho do this to you. with each little touch he's given you, your body reacts like it's never experienced this before. your short breaths fill the room, and you think anything else will make you cry. you really are a mess.
"just...just do something," you whine, "please, yunho."
and with that, he's instantly gliding your underwear off of you, throwing it wherever on the ground. he grips your knees and pushes them further back as now, he gets the best view of your needy cunt.
you're glistening, wetness coating your lips like someone had just drenched water on you. he swears he even sees your hole lightly opening and closing, basically asking for it to be stuffed.
a groan trickles from lips, "why is your cunt so perfect? it's just begging for me to ruin it." he takes his fingers from off of your knee and runs them up and down your slit.
"gah—yunho!" wailing, your pussy immediately clenches from his movement.
"you're like a toy, holy shit," he does the motion again, except this time he makes sure to end with slow circles at your clit, "your body listens to me so well, like the good toy you are."
a string of slickness leaks from your entrance. oh, man. you can already sense your sensitivity getting the best of you. he's only just now started stimulating your cunt, but it feels like too much already.
"you twitch on command. leak on command," in a swift motion, he brings his head down to lay his tongue on your sex, starting from your wet entrance and ending at the top. he whispers out the next part, "can i make you cum on command?"
when he moves his hand away to do the same action again, your eyes roll into the back your head. yunho grips your knees again, his face buried deep between your legs. he gives a hearty lick to your cunt once more, then another, then another.
"mmmm, fuck. yunho, this....this feels so good." you're lightly jerking, hips involuntarily moving. he use this as motivation.
his jaw flexes open, taking in a greater amount. soon, his licks turn into large kisses. he's conscious of the fact that you're on edge. he feels you moving around in his grasp. he's determined to make you finish, now.
mouth fully between your cunt, he swirls his tongue deeply into it. ripples of pleasure come bursting through your core, shooting up through your veins, before ending at your head. you feel faint.
your hips push harder against his face, and a noise quickly starts up. a squelching sound rings through both of your ears as your wet pussy begins to mix with yunho's mouth. it sounds disgustingly wet—but, you love it. you feel so dirty, so nasty, but that just turns you on even more.
your juices turn frothy and bubbles out from the side of yunho's face. when realizing this, he groans inside your sweet clit. it vibrates you in a way that makes you quiver. you let out a throaty moan and he starts to speed up his pace.
"oh, oh—i think i'm close." you huff, chest rising up and down sporadically. god, you're so close.
yunho hums at your words, but to be honest, he's too drunk off your taste to really hear you. he's too far gone. more sloppy kisses are given to your cunt. they're sloppy, filthy—disgusting. so much so that he starts to shake his head in circles, just to give an extra sense of pleasure. the other secret reason, he freaking loves how wet his face feels from your dripping cunt. he wants it permanently on his face.
he goes in faster. you're already whining, wailing out desperate cries. it truly is too much. the build up from earlier to now, you don't even know how you were able to last this long. though, it's going to be over soon.
and soon hits you faster than you could've ever expected.
you don't even know what triggers it—probably everything—but in an instant, your body quickly convulses and your eyes go white. your orgasm hits you stronger than you've ever felt before.
"ah—fuck! oh, god!"
yunho clamps down onto you when he feels you orgasming, his mouth slurping and licking all over your pulsating core. he feels even more liquid gush out, only adding to the mixture he's created. he guzzles it all down, just everything is so messy.
you continue to thrash around, part of you trying to break free from his grasp while the other part does nothing but let your rapture wash over you. eventually, your body calms down, your movements slowing to a halt. even as you try to regain your composure, yunho's still going at you as if he's starved. now, you're going into overstimulation territory.
"ahhh, yunho," glancing down, your voice is weak when you address him, "mmm, you can stop now. i'm done."
he drinks up your pussy one last time, before parting dramatically. he's pushes himself up, so now you can fully see his face. and god, is it glimmering in wetness. but, before you can even comment on his current state, yunho's already pulling down his shorts.
your eyebrows scrunch, "what are you doing?" although your brain is still foggy from your intense finish, you still have some awareness.
his shorts drop to his knees along with his boxers, and you're left wide-eyed. he's huge. and you mean huge. his thick cock stands up perfectly, reaching all the way to his stomach. his tip is a dark pink color and you swear you see little drips falling from his slit.
yunho sighs a relief at finally being able to free himself, "y/n, i already promised i wouldn't fuck you. we can save that for another time."
another time? if even possible, your eyes open wider. what does he mean another ti—
"but, fuck, i really need to do this," his hand comes up to aimlessly stroke away at his cock, his pelvis grinding slowly into his palm, "i won't stick it in, i promise. just need to feel your sweet cunt on me again. i feel so close."
your breath hitches. is he suggesting what you think he's suggesting?
"you...wanna...?"
"is that okay?" he asks quietly, his hand squeezing harder around his base.
you knew how dangerous of a request this is. even if he wasn't going to insert it, you knew lust can make people do anything. but then, why does the thought sound so good?
"i'm already sensitive..." you try, barely. you can already imagine what it must feel like, and the thought gets you horny all over again.
"i'll be quick, i promise," he says firmly, already lowering his body to be close to yours, "i can already feel my cum about to shoot out. just want something to stimulate it."
his face stops right in front of yours as you feel his tip just barely graze your cunt. you hold back another moan.
"i can do it?" he asks once more, this time looking into your eyes. you stare back at his large, brown gaze, and instinctively, you whimper out a 'yes'.
he's quick to grab his cock, now positioning it to where his shaft lays beautifully along the crevice of your pussy. earlier it had just felt so good, he knew he needed to do it again.
your pussy wraps around his skin, enveloping his warm cock. yunho's already buzzing with tingles that travel up around his body. and then, he begins moving.
he rocks his erection between your lips, starting off ever so leisurely. he's getting a feel of your bare cunt running up and down him. you bite your lip to hold back a scream. you're too overstimulated for this, him rubbing his cock against you in this way. your eyelids flutter as your breathing turns ragged.
"oh my—fuck, y/n. i'm gonna cum. shit, your….your cunt's gonna make me me..."
he speeds up his hips, him full on grinding his length into your pussy. holy fuck, did he make the best decision. his mind becomes clouded, his breathing turning hard. as for you, well you've already check out, with just how sensitive you are. and yet somehow, you feel yourself working up to another orgasm.
he digs his hips deeper and deeper, his cock rolling along your clit. his tip would pass by your bud, giving it the perfect stimulation. he's so close. so damn close. he's practically fucking your cunt right now. and you're just taking it so well.
it wasn't until his final buck, in which a creamy, white load comes foaming out from the top. it lands directly at the bottom of your stomach, but then starts to seep down to your precious slit. feeling the viscous liquid, a smaller, less dramatic orgasm takes over you—yet it still had you quaking.
your pussy begins squeezing and pulsating yet again, which just milks yunho's fat cock even more. the two of you moan simultaneously, you both shaking and twitching against one another.
and that's how this night ends.
what once started out as your terrible attempt at the perfect orgasm, ends with you actually achieving it—twice. on top of that, it was all done thanks to your stupid, idiot neighbor, who's currently passed out next to you.
finally. after this long, eventful night, are you able to sleep peacefully, even with jeong yunho curled up right beside you.
- Bonus -
it's been 2 weeks since that night with yunho and you have absolutely no idea where two's current relationship stands. through it all, he'll always be your idiotic, annoying neighbor—the one who keeps you up late at night.
except for now, he's been keeping you up late for a different reason.
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jeong yunho
11:13 PM
y/nnnnn, can you come over right now?
i need help :(
you grimace at the texts sent, you dropping down your pencil to focus on them. you're currently sitting at your desk, trying to prepare for an exam you have coming up.
y/n
11:14 PM
but you just texted me this morning???
how could you possibly need help again??
what the hell? he's never texted you twice in one day about this.
jeong yunho
11:14 PM
ugh, i know and normally i don't even get hard again after i cum
but god, i literally couldn't stop thinking about the way your mouth felt around me this morning
started daydreaming about it and got a boner LOL
"aww, yunho!" moaning, you silently curse his idiotic brain, head drooping. this isn't the first he's asked you to take care of a problem caused by his stupid thoughts. you've already told him to learn how to control them!
and unfortunately, you're not available for him.
y/n
11:16 PM
oh my god
sorry but i can't right now, studying for a test
jeong yunho
11:16 PM
oh boooooo
you're a smart girl, i know you'll ace it
y/n
11:17 PM
wanna know how i get this smart? by studying
jeong yunho
11:18 PM
but y/n it's so painful
my cock's throbbing for you
look
sent image
reluctantly, you open the picture. it's of his erection protruding through his grey sweatpants. you can tell he doesn't have any underwear on from how large he looks in the photo, and also by the fact there's small specks of dark grey splattered near the top. his pre-cum.
shit. you really should not have opened this.
jeong yunho
11:19 PM
need you so bad
please, help me
you bring your bottom lip inwards to chew on it. you really need to study, and you know this. but, fuck, he looks so good right now. the noises—the whimpering—he made for you earlier this morning resurface to your head, and now you're even more conflicted.
another text from yunho comes through.
jeong yunho
11:22 PM
it'll be the neighborly thing to do ☹️
oh, please. your eyes roll at that. he's been throwing this phrase around about a week after you two started fooling around with each other.
ugh, what an idiot.
y/n
11:23 PM
you know what? fine, here i come
truthfully, you were convinced since the beginning, you just wanted to see how far he would go. you shoot up from your desk and grab your phone, feeling your core already tingle at what's to come.
you begin to make your way out of your bedroom when another buzz comes through.
when we collide we come together, if we don't we'll always be apart [code blue] [part one/two]
Jack Abbot is too old for you. Completely and utterly. It's something you've been trying to tell yourself since you first met him at twenty-five. Now, at twenty-nine, there's still nobody that does it like him. He's the only person that understands your drive, your complete marriage to your work. Maybe he flirts back a little, but you're sure it's just platonic. Until your life is in danger, and everything's suddenly on the line.
this story is part of my universe 'code blue', which also features frank and robby stories, but each one is entirely individual, and can be read standalone.
warnings: 18+ blog, mdni! canon medical gore, emt!reader, nickname: skipper, reader has named siblings, but no surname and remains undescribed physically, as do her siblings, explicit sexual content (fingering), patient overdose, shooting which reader is present for, mci, graphic surgery descriptions, unhappy childhood, age gap (29/48), w/c: 9k this part, 18k overall
FOURTH OF JULY.
5PM
God, you hate working holiday weekends.
On Christmas, shifts are lonely. Any call made to the EMTs is one of desperation, and you find yourself ruining countless dinners by whisking away their relative to the Emergency Room.
Halloween is fun for all of ten minutes, until you get creeps in costumes acting far bolder than they would on any other day.
Valentine’s Day sucks. Nothing makes you feel more single than being called to a whole host of various sex injuries.
Fourth of July is a mixed bag. Sometimes it’s gnarly firework injuries, sometimes it’s obnoxious assholes who have had one too many beers. At least Jack’s working tonight.
You’d picked up that tidbit of information after some light-hearted hounding of Pulse, the affectionately nicknamed night-shift charge nurse last week. She’s always been nice to you, but ever since she and Robby got together, she’s become far more likely to throw you a bone regarding Doctor Abbot.
“You know, maybe you should just ask him out,” She’d said, arching an eyebrow at you. “It’s not healthy to pine like that for so long.”
“How long did you pine for Robby again? Was it five years?”
“Which is exactly why I’m equipped to tell you that it is categorically not a good idea.”
“Well, given the two of you have practically moved in together after like three months of dating, I think I’ll stay delusional, thanks.”
Even after four years of knowing Jack, you still haven’t been able to put your finger on what exactly it is that draws you in.
Sure, at first it was all physical. You were in your second year of being a paramedic, and wanted to fuck the hot silver fox attending who you passed off half your patients to.
Normally an easy task.
You’ve never had to work harder than some batted eyelashes, relentless flirting, and a work night out filled with copious amounts of alcohol.
Jack proved a tougher nut to crack. After watching the way he interacted with patients, and even his colleagues, you’d assumed he’d be easy. The man is a perpetual flirt, after all.
But something about you clearly didn’t do it for him.
He was nice. Polite at all times. Would make the very occasional joke as part of a wider group.
He didn’t flirt with you once in your first six months at PTMC.
You understood how insane it was to be upset that one of your superiors, however indirect, wasn’t flirting with you. If he was closed off to everybody, you wouldn’t mind. Except he seemed to flirt with every single person in that place except for you.
Even Pulse, his self-proclaimed ‘sister of the night’ got more of the flirting than you did, much to Robby’s chagrin.
You tried to brush it off. Pursued other people, told yourself it didn’t matter to you if Jack Abbot liked you or not. He was just another guy, and you’d get over him.
Until you’d gotten wasted on a night out and cried into Pulse’s arms about it while Dana rubbed your back. The only small mercy was that Jack had been scheduled that night, leaving only Shen to witness your outburst.
That had been one of the lower moments.
But then, Jack started to soften.
Throw you more casual smiles. Ask about your weekend. He winked at you once.
That became your new normal, a slight increase in interactions with every passing month. After four years, it’s definitely some kind of HR violation.
He even coined your nickname.
Skipper.
It had just slipped out, one shift about eighteen months ago, before spreading round the ED like wildfire.
"Long time no see, Doctor Abbot," You greet, grin tugging at your lips as you push the gurney. "Miss me?"
"See, kid - that depends on whether you're about to make my shift a hell of a lot worse or not. What've you got?"
"Nineteen-year-old male, GSW to the abdomen - sats are 85 on oxygen, BP is 86/50, and GCS is seven - we think it's gang activity. You'll probably get a few more tonight, unless Memorial takes them."
Jack falls into step beside you, gesturing at various staff members as he talks. "Right, I want a Group and Save, CT chest, and page Walsh and tell her we need her down now."
Your job done, you fall back, allowing yourself a second to catch your breath. If there's anyone else coming, they'll have been picked up by one of the other ambulances in circulation. Your walkie is totally silent.
You watch as the boy is wheeled out from trauma, heading up to the OR with Emery at the helm. Jack emerges a second later, discarding his gloves and apron. Immediately, his eyes land on you. "Are you that desperate to see me?"
There's a slight crinkle at his eyes, an amusement that makes your heart soar. "You wish, old man. Just taking a break, is all."
As if on cue, your walkie starts to go, and you sigh. "Looks like that's me."
A hand claps down on your shoulder, both comforting and electrifying. "Go get 'em, Skipper."
You turn as you start walking, eyebrow raised. "Skipper?"
He shrugs. "I think it suits. Don't you?"
You’ve always wondered if Pulse said something to him to make him change his tune. Not that she’d own up to it if she did.
Still, you can’t deny the shift.
It was so subtle that you’ve questioned whether you’ve imagined it all on various occasions. Replaying interactions on the drive home after a shift, dissecting every look, every half-smile, every way he got just a little too close as you passed the gurney over.
But, despite being four years into whatever is going on between you both, Jack Abbot remains infuriatingly out of reach.
You push through the firehouse doors, the familiar mix of stale coffee, disinfectant, and something vaguely burnt wrapping around you like a second skin. The place is louder than usual - everybody else must have some holiday cheer that’s passed you over this year. Someone’s got music going in the bay, a couple of the guys arguing over whose turn it is to clean the truck, and there’s laughter bouncing off the concrete walls.
“There she is,” A voice calls, and you turn on your heel to find your partner Alicia emerging from the locker rooms. A real California girl, you’ve been largely scheduled together since you started working here. She’s probably one of your closest friends in the world. Even if she has no filter, and has never once thought before she spoke. “Took you long enough.”
You check your phone, and scoff. “I’m early.”
She shoots you a look. “Early for you means late for everybody else.”
“Whatever. I’m here, aren’t I? I didn’t call out.”
“Of course you didn’t. Abbot’s working tonight.”
It’s your turn to look bewildered. “How the hell do you know that?”
“I didn’t,” She shrugs. “You just confirmed it for me.”
Glowering, you push past her, and sling your backpack down onto the bench. “I hate you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Alicia follows after you, completely unfazed. “So, you gonna act weird about it all night, or are we pretending you’re normal today?”
“I am normal.”
“You walked into a glass door last week because he called you honey.”
“That is not what happened.”
“That is exactly what happened. I was there.”
You pause, then point a finger at her. “You distracted me.”
“Oh, right. My bad. I forgot I control your motor functions.”
You huff, dragging your uniform shirt out and pulling it on. “Why do you care so much, anyway?”
“Because it’s been four years,” she says plainly. “Four. Years. That’s not a crush anymore, that’s a lifestyle.”
“It is not a lifestyle. I see other people.”
“Yeah, and I bet you think about Abbot every single time you’re in another man’s bed.”
Within a few minutes, you’re changed, and ready to get started properly. Letting out a heavy sigh, you slide into the driver’s seat, and prepare for your first call of the night. “Any last minute predictions?” You ask, glancing over at Alicia.
“Um, at least one firework injury. Also a fight between the Republican and Democrat side of a family, leading to someone getting a bottle smashed over their head.”
“That’s… very specific.”
“I’m good at my job,” She shrugs. “Leo on tonight?”
You’re almost surprised to hear her mention your older brother. After a Halloween party gone wrong your first year in Pittsburgh, Alicia and Leo had woken up the next morning with little memory, and even less clothes. It’s an incident that’s haunted them for years - mostly because neither of them can exist in the same room for more than five minutes without someone bringing it up.
“Why? You looking for round two?”
Alicia snorts, nearly choking on her drink. “Please stop talking.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” You say. “Should I warn him? Or do you two prefer to keep your… tradition spontaneous?”
“There is no tradition,” She snaps, a little too quickly. Then, quieter, “It was one time.”
“Right,” You nod solemnly. “A historical event. Like a solar eclipse. Rare. Traumatising. People still talk about it years later.”
Her glare sharpens. “People meaning you.”
“Hey, I’m just preserving local history. They should give me a medal.”
Alicia groans and drags a hand down her face. “We were drunk. It was Halloween. I was dressed as a vampire, he was - what was he even-”
“A lifeguard,” You supply immediately. “Terrible costume, but it must have done the trick for you. Did he tell you he knew mouth-to-mouth? Is that how he got you?”
“You’re awful.”
“You’re right. I’m besmirching the good name of lifeguards everywhere.”
Before she can reply, your radio crackles to life, with an address and a brief overview. Young man, unconscious, potentially intoxicated. Sounds like a party from the background of the call. “Great,” Alicia grumbles. “I was hoping we’d manage to hit a few different calls before we got the drunk assholes.”
You turn the key in the fob, and pull out of the firehouse.
It doesn’t take long to make it to the house. It also doesn’t take long to find it, since you can hear the party raging from three streets over.
“Fuck,” You curse, slowing to a stop and hopping out. You do a quick assessment of the area. Hundreds of people are milling about the lawn, far more drunk than anybody should be at 5pm. A girl stands on the curb, arms crossed as she searches out your gaze.
“You the one who called?”
She nods. “He’s in the back. I uh, I tried to tell everyone, but it’s so loud, a-and-”
She looks genuinely stricken, and you feel a wave of sympathy. “You did the right thing.”
Hurriedly, you follow her around to an even larger backyard, and to the small crowd around the patient. Nobody else around seems to have noticed that anything is wrong, continuing to laugh and joke over the blaring EDM music.
Immediately, you know it’s an opioid overdose. Pale and clammy skin, shallow breathing, and entirely unresponsive. “Naloxone?” You ask Alicia.
She’s already on it, crouching down by the kit and snapping a pair of gloves on. She passes it over, before turning back to the girl who called it in. “How long has he been like this?”
“I-I don’t know,” She stammers. “He was fine like twenty minutes ago and then he just - sat down and wouldn’t get back up, and I thought he was drunk, but-”
“He take drugs?” You cut in. “Heroin?”
“I-I don’t know, we’re not that close-”
“What’s his name?”
“Evan. Evan Goldstein.”
“Alright, well Evan’s in good hands.” Behind you, someone whoops at something completely unrelated. The bass drops hard enough to rattle your teeth. “Unbelievable,” You grit out. Even an ambulance and two paramedics isn’t enough to draw these people out of their alcohol-induced stupor.
Positioning the naloxone, you inject it into the meat of his thigh, and return to his airway to watch his breathing. “Come on, Evan,” You mumble. “Not today.”
A guy stumbles closer, drink sloshing out of a red cup. “Yo, is he good?”
You don’t even look up. “No.”
“…oh.”
“Maybe turn the music down,” Alicia adds sharply.
You keep your eyes on Evan, watching for any sign of life. A beat. Then two. Then-
He jerks, inhaling sharply as his eyes burst open.
“There we go,” Alicia murmurs.
Evan coughs, weak at first, then harder, and he tries to sit up.
“Hey, hey, easy. Stay down. You know where you are?”
He shakes his head, breathing still uneven.
“Okay,” You continue, voice soothing. “Well, you had an overdose. We’ve given you the proper medication, and it’s worked the way we’d want it to, but we’re going to need to take you into the hospital for observation, alright?”
His face crumples in confusion, then embarrassment. “I-I didn’t - I just had a couple-”
“Yeah,” You cut in, not unkindly. “We can talk about it later - right now, I just want you to focus on breathing. We’re going to transfer you to a gurney, and get you to the ambulance - think you can do that?”
*****
Nobody comes with Evan to the hospital. It twists in your stomach a little, the lack of allegiance. Even Mary, the girl who called 911, had decided she couldn’t miss the fireworks. Hopefully someone at the Pitt will be able to contact his family.
Upon wheeling the gurney in, you’re expecting to see Jack, and are bitterly disappointed when Langdon is at the door instead.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Hello to you too,” He rolls his eyes. “Abbot’s held up in a trauma - it’s me or nothing.”
“If it were me on that gurney I’d rather take my chances with nothing.”
“While this is a really scintillating conversation,” Alicia interjects, “I think we should talk about the patient.”
You launch into your usual tirade. “Evan Goldstein, twenty-two-year-old college student, opioid overdose at a college party. One dose of intramuscular naloxone given, seemed to do the trick. Sats are at ninety-six on oxygen, BP is ninety-four over sixty-two-”
“Resp rate was what, six?” Alicia adds.
“Six, maybe seven,” You nod. “Came up to twelve after naloxone. Still a little groggy but alert enough. No obvious trauma.”
Langdon glances down at Evan. “Hey, Evan, you with me?”
Evan groans. “Yeah… I think so.”
“What did you take?”
Evan shakes his head weakly. “I-I don’t know. Just something someone gave me.”
“Great,” Frank mutters. “Nothing says Fourth of July like mystery drugs.” As you enter the hospital itself, he waves Pulse over. “Got an opioid overdose for observation. Can you get me a tox screen, and hook him up to some fluids?”
You hand over the report sheet. “No allergies that he knows of. No significant history we could get on scene. Nobody came with him. Family are in Florida, you should try and get in contact with them.”
Pulse steps in smoothly, taking over the side of the gurney. “Hey, Evan. I’m gonna get you set up, keep an eye on you for a bit, okay?”
Evan nods, still out of it. “Okay…”
As she starts wheeling him away, he hesitates, looking between all of you. “Uh… thanks.”
It’s quiet for half a second.
“Yeah,” You say finally. “Try not to make it a habit.”
6PM
The next few calls go by in a whir. None to PTMC, to your dismay. You’d been hoping to catch Jack before the vast majority of the fireworks started, and you’d be swamped for the rest of the shift.
Finally, fate seems to be on your side, and Memorial’s ED gets shut down for a while because they’re at absolute capacity.
Seems like a weak excuse in your opinion - the Pitt is always at capacity, and they never shut their doors - but you’re certainly not complaining.
The doctors at Memorial are uptight pricks. None of them would know a good time if it hit them in the face. Plus it doesn’t help that you slept with one of the residents there a few years back.
It hadn’t ended well.
So you have zero qualms about being diverted to PTMC.
As always, as soon as the gurney is being wheeled into the Pitt, your eyes are searching Jack out. On good days, he'll be the one to greet you with each delivery.
On days where the ER is so full that he's working the entire night, it'll be Shen or Ellis.
As much as you love them both, you don't love those nights so much.
Now, however, he stands in the doorway, arms crossed as he meets your gaze. It's unreadable, just like it always is. "What've we got?"
"Thirty-two year-old male, blunt force trauma to the head - think he fell off a balcony while inebriated. No obvious spinal injury, and pupillary reflexes are normal, but he's definitely concussed. Vomited twice on the way."
"Langdon? You want to take this one?" Jack calls, and Frank nods, immediately rushing up to wheel the gurney to trauma with Alicia.
"I just know you're so disappointed every time it's not me coming through those doors," You murmur, sneaking a glance at him as you take your gloves off.
"Please, kid - I can tell your ambulance from a mile off, with the way you drive," Jack scoffs. "One of these days you're going to drive straight into the front of the Pitt."
"As long as you're here to treat me when I do," You grin, and he rolls his eyes, but can't quite hide the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Don’t tempt fate,” he mutters, but there’s no bite to it. His eyes flick down - quick, almost involuntary - taking in the faint smear of blood on your sleeve, the tired expression already. “You look like hell.”
“Charming,” You shoot back, stepping past him to dump your kit on the counter. “Spent the last twenty minutes keeping your patient from aspirating his own vomit. Forgive me if I’m not runway-ready.”
He huffs, shifting his weight. “Didn’t say you look bad.”
You glance at him, one brow lifting. “That’s exactly what that means, Jack.”
“No, it means you’ve had a shift,” He says, then, quieter, “Still look good.”
It throws you, just for a second. He’s not normally quite as overt as this.
You recover quickly, though, a grin pulling at your mouth. “Careful. That almost sounded like a compliment.”
“Don’t make it into a thing.”
“Too late,” You reply, taking a step forward. “I’m absolutely making it into a thing. Biggest thing you’ll ever see, outside of Langdon’s ego. This is like… a historic moment.”
His voice is dry when he replies, but he’s smiling. “Shocker. Seems a little bit dramatic though, don’t you think?”
“Please,” you glance back at him. “You barely tolerate me most days.”
“You should see the way I am with the other paramedics. I tolerate you fine.”
“Mm. That explains the warm welcome.”
He rolls his eyes, but the distance between you both has closed. Another step or two, and he’d be caging you against the desk. “You bring me chaos and paperwork. What kind of welcome are you expecting?”
“Something a little more heartfelt, maybe.”
“After you nearly take out the ambulance bay every other shift?”
You grin. “You noticed.”
“Hard not to.”
He pauses briefly, gaze lingering again, before flitting to your lips so quickly that you think you must have imagined it. He clears his throat, like he’s about to say something-
“Alright, lovebirds, wrap it up.”
Alicia’s voice cuts straight through it as she strides back in, already pulling her gloves off. “Patient’s handed over, Langdon’s in a mood, and we’ve got another call waiting.”
You let out a low groan. “Alicia-”
“What? He’s stable,” Alicia shrugs. “Your problem now,” She adds, nodding at Jack before looking back to you. “Come on, we’re not getting paid to flirt.”
God, you wish the ground would swallow you whole. You can’t even look at Jack, opting instead to glare at your partner. “I am not-”
“Save it for someone who believes you. If you’re not in the ambo in thirty seconds, I’m leaving without you.”
With that she’s gone, leaving you to reckon with a highly amused Jack Abbot. “I’m sorry about that-”
"Don’t worry about it. Get back to work, Skip. We've got a long night ahead of us."
"Aye aye, Captain."
7PM
“You know, Westbridge would be a lot closer for a restock,” Alicia comments.
“PTMC has better kits.”
“And attendings,” She adds under her breath, and you shoot her a glare.
“So what if I want to see him? It’s shitty enough having to work twelve hours on a holiday.”
Your past few calls have all been non-hospital, leaving you pretty depleted for supplies after treating on the scene. Turning the ambulance back towards the Pitt had been instinct.
“You should probably take a break now - I don’t know when we’ll be able to catch one after,” You advise, reaching for the door. “I don’t mind doing the supplies.”
Alicia knows exactly what you’re doing. You don’t work with someone for four years almost exclusively and not get to know their quirks and habits. You want her to take a break so that you get some uninterrupted time with Jack.
Thankfully, she chooses quiet for once in her life, simply nodding, “got it. Take your time.”
You make for the supply closet immediately, slowing just enough to wave at Pulse. Normally, you’d stop and chat, but you have no idea when you’re going to get another call, and you’re hoping that Jack is about to do what he always does.
No matter the trauma, or how busy the ER is, restocks have become kind of your thing. A brief chat, away from the prying eyes of your partner and his colleagues.
It takes him all of thirty seconds.
You don’t need to turn around to know it’s Jack.
He’s leaning against the counter, arms loosely crossed, watching you like he’s got nowhere else to be.
“You stalking me now?” You ask, setting the crate down.
“Just happened to be passing,” He says. “Heard a lot of noise.”
You glance at him. “That’s rude.”
“What can I say? You like to make an entrance.”
“Mhm, yeah. Ambulance restock. Super sexy entrance for all involved. They’ll be asking me to pose for Playboy next.”
He doesn’t reply for a second, and you glance up, finding his gaze fixed on the ceiling, adjusting his scrub top. The sleeve rides up his bicep a little, and it’s your turn to lose your voice.
“You’re too good for Playboy.”
It’s the last thing you expect him to say, stilling entirely in your tracks. His voice is barely audible, and he still can’t meet your eyes - almost unheard of for Jack Abbot.
The silence drags on a little too long to be comfortable, and you find a small laugh escaping. Anything to fill the room. “Do you consider yourself to be an expert in such matters?”
As if finally getting his cool back, Jack shrugs. “I’ve been told I have good judgement.”
You shake your head in disbelief, turning back to the shelves, scanning for what you need. “Don’t you have patients?”
“Not this second.”
“Miracle.”
He reaches past you for something on the shelf - closer than necessary, his arm brushing yours. It’s brief, but not accidental enough to ignore. Your breath hitches.
Normally supply room chats are just that. Chats.
Zero contact, perched at opposite sides of the room while you gossip about the staff.
About how one of the other paramedics was caught cheating on his wife, and that Jack caught Santos and Garcia mid-hook-up in one of the on-call rooms.
There’s never touching.
Touching is new.
“You always this territorial?” You ask lightly, not moving away.
“Only for things that I consider mine. Thought I’d supervise,” He says. “Make sure you’re not taking half the department with you.”
You huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you tick things off. “If I wanted to rob you, I’d aim higher than saline and tape.”
“Yeah?” He says, stepping closer again, slower this time. “What would you take?”
You look up at him, meeting his gaze properly now. “Not sure,” You say lightly. “Haven’t decided what’s worth it.”
His mouth twitches, but his eyes don’t move. “Right.”
You turn back to the crate, crouching to rearrange it, aware of him still there. When you stand again, he’s closer - close enough that you can see every single line on his face. Could trace them with your fingers, if you just-
“You’re in the way,” You say, voice quieter now.
“Am I?”
“Yeah.”
He doesn’t move.
Suddenly, you feel like you can’t breathe. Like Jack has reached inside your chest, and managed to stop your heart with one firm grasp. “I-I uh, Alicia’s probably waiting for me.”
“Busy night,” He murmurs, considering before taking a step back. “I’m sure you’ll be back. I have a hypochondriac in chairs I’ve been avoiding - should probably get to him.”
“Thought you didn’t have any patients right now?”
“What’s a little white lie?”
You gather the rest of your things, and smile. “I’m glad you’re working tonight. Makes the holiday shift a little less shitty.”
“Yeah. Right back atcha, Skip.”
Making for the door, you make a mental note to thank Alicia for deciding to listen to you for the first time ever, when Jack speaks again.
“Hey.”
You turn, leaning your back against the doorway as you wait for him to continue.
“M’serious. Drive a little less like you, more like a law-abiding citizen. People’s inhibitions are lowered on the holidays. Don’t want you getting into an accident.”
You huff a quiet laugh, shifting the weight on your hip. “That concern I hear?”
“Hardly.”
“Mm,” You tilt your head, watching the way he squirms a little. “Sounds a bit like it, if I’m being honest.”
“It’s practical,” He says. “Less paperwork for me.”
“Right,” You nod, unconvinced. “Nothing to do with me.”
“Didn’t say that. You keep twistin’ my words tonight, kid.”
“You’re the one being awfully cagey tonight, Dr. Abbot. Maybe you should think about what you actually want to say to me while I’m away.”
“Maybe you’re right,” He hums, and you shoot him a wave before stepping back out into the ER. Chest heaving, you have no idea how you’re meant to get through the rest of the shift when he’s flirting with you like that on hour three.
“Did I just watch Abbot follow you into that supply room?”
A voice startles you from behind, and you turn to find one of the R2s, Page, watching you with an amused expression. As is common with this ER, she’s acquired a nickname from an unfortunate issue with a pager on her first day, and it’s stuck with her completely.
She’s also dating Langdon. Quite why, you’re not sure.
In your opinion, she could do so much better.
But in your opinion being single would be better than being with Langdon. He probably feels the same about you, too.
“I’ll text you later,” You reply, suddenly feeling an immense urge to get out of the Pitt, get some fresh air. Anything to put some distance between you both.
Right on cue, Jack emerges from the supply closet, and shoots you a wink before heading back to work.
You don’t give Page a chance to reply, and beeline for the ambulance bay.
*****
Your very next call lands you back in the Pitt, and this time you’re faced with another familiar face.
Leo.
The urge to scare your older brother has never quite worn off from your teenage years, and you find yourself sneaking up behind him, before clapping your hands down on his shoulders. “Leo!”
The shriek Leo lets out is one akin to a teenage girl seeing her favourite celebrity in real life. “Jesus - shit!”
You’re treated to a smack on your arm, and some further profanities tossed your way before Leo starts profusely apologising to Samira, who he’d previously been discussing something with. She nods, but you watch her bite back a laugh as she heads for Central.
Leo spins on his heel immediately, glaring at you. “What are you doing here?”
“Uh, my job? What are you doing, slumming it down in the ER?”
Leo’s not as bad as most surgeons, but he still has a tendency towards a little bit of a god complex. One that’s particularly on display whenever he has to make the journey down from the heavens - also known as the Pitt’s neuro department.
“Consult. Some guy fell off a balcony, his CT wasn’t looking too great.”
“Oh shit. I brought him in. You’re welcome, by the way. Kept him alive long enough for you to swoop in and be impressive.”
He moves to reply before stopping, his expression shifting slightly into something you can’t place, and you frown.
“What?”
He hesitates, then reaches into his pocket, pulling his phone out. “Mom texted.”
Your whole body tightens before you can stop it. “Why?”
“She wants us to come over next week,” He says, glancing at the screen. “Dad’s birthday.”
You let out a short, sharp laugh. “Absolutely not.”
“Figured you’d say that.”
“She won’t even want me there,” You shake your head. “I didn’t get any message.”
Leo sighs, rubbing at his forehead. “She asked for you by name. Said you haven’t replied to her texts in seven months.”
“I wonder why that could possibly be?” Your eyes dart round the ER, a quick check to make sure Jack isn’t watching. That’s the last thing you’d need.
Him learning about your fucked up family.
God, you wish you could just bask in the memory of the supply closet, and not have to deal with this shit for just one day.
“She asked me to ask you.”
“Well, it’s a no,” You say, already turning, fully intending on faking a call from Alicia just to get out of this conversation. “It’s always a no.”
Leo watches you for a second. “You didn’t even think about it.”
“I don’t need to think about it,” You snap. “I already know how this goes.”
“She’s seemed a little bit… less tough, since Grandpa died. Maybe she’s changing. Wants to make amends. It’s just dinner.”
“It’s never just dinner, Leo.”
He sighs, shifting his weight. “It’s his birthday.”
“And?” You shoot back, finally looking at him. “That suddenly makes everything fine?”
“No, I didn’t say that.”
“Then what are you saying?”
He hesitates, which is answer enough.
“You’re actually considering it?” You ask, incredulous. “What about my birthday? Or my graduation? Or that time I got the shit kicked out of me on the job, and nobody even bothered to send a measly card?”
The way Leo’s chin juts out makes you want to hit him. He’s always been stubborn, and you sense this is going to be yet another argument that ends in a stalemate. “I’m not saying that you’re not valid for feeling like that - they’ve been complete and utter pricks to you. I get that. But we’re all getting older. I just… I’m not saying that you need to forgive them.”
“Then what are you saying?” you press. “Because it sounds like you’re going.”
“I might,” He admits. “Just for an hour or two.”
That stings more than you expect. Tears spring to prick at your periphery, and you blink them back furiously. “Of course you are,” You mutter.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Make it a thing.”
“I’m not making it a thing, because I’m not going. The only person making this into a thing is you.”
You don’t wait for his reply, but you can hear his footsteps behind you. “Come on, let’s talk about this-”
“Whatever. I have to go. Have fun with Mom and Dad.”
8PM
You know it’s going to be a bad call as soon as you pick the phone up.
“Possible overdose, male, mid-thirties, conscious but aggressive,” Dispatch crackles. “Caller reports erratic behaviour, possible substances involved.”
You glance at Alicia. "Alright. Well, this’ll be fun.”
By the time you pull up, the street’s already tense. A couple of neighbours lingering at a distance, one of them waving you over like they’re relieved to see you.
“He’s inside,” She says quickly. “He’s been shouting for twenty minutes. Threw something at the wall.”
“Anyone else in there?” You ask.
“No, just him.”
You nod once. “Alright. Stay back, yeah?”
Immediately, you’re overcome by a stench of sweat and alcohol, as soon as you enter the house. “Ambulance,” You call out, keeping your voice level as you step in. “We’re here to help, alright?”
There’s a crash from the next room.
“I don’t need help!” a man shouts back. “Get out!”
You step into the living room and find him pacing, shirt half off, eyes wide and unfocused. There’s a glass smashed on the floor, something overturned behind him.
“Hey,” You say, hands visible, calm, Alicia at your back. “I’m not here to fight you. Just want to make sure you’re alright.”
“I said get out!” He snaps, turning on you. “Who called you?”
“Doesn’t matter. People were just worried about you, heard some stuff from outside. Can we just sit down for a minute, yeah? Catch your breath, and we can talk.”
“I’m not sitting down.”
“Okay. That’s fine. We can stand.”
He stares at you, breathing hard, like he’s trying to decide if you’re a threat.
You take a small step closer. “Have you taken something tonight?”
“None of your business.”
“Okay,” You say. “But it helps me help you if you did.”
For a second, it looks like he might actually answer. Then his expression shifts. “What are you looking at?” he snaps suddenly, stepping toward you.
“I’m looking at you,” You say, steady. “Just talking.”
“Don’t look at me like that!”
He swings.
You step back just in time, his fist cutting past your face.
“Alright, okay,” You say quickly, hands up, while Alicia immediately reaches for a sedative in your kit. “We’re not doing that.”
He’s breathing hard, pacing again, running a hand through his hair.
“You’re not in trouble,” You add. “No one’s here to arrest you.”
“Then leave.”
“Can’t do that yet.”
Another pause. Tense.
“I said I’m fine.”
“You just tried to hit me.”
Silence for a second. You gesture for the sedative, and Alicia hands you it. Tucking it behind your back, you hope he doesn’t see it.
“Didn’t mean to,” He mutters, but it’s not convincing.
You nod slowly. “Alright. That’s fine. Let’s just calm things down a bit.”
You take a small step forward. Slow. Careful.
He watches you but doesn’t swing again.
“Good,” you say. “That’s good.”
Another step.
You manage to get close enough to sedate him without him even realising, and let out a heavy sigh, as you both lower him onto the board for the gurney. “Hope the rest of the night isn’t like this,” You mumble, as Alicia hoists him into the back of the ambulance.
Your phone buzzes, a notification from a groupchat you share with Page and Langdon - created after Page had insisted that you and Frank would get on if you just took the time to get to know each other. You’re not sure she’s right, but both of you are willing to go along with it for her sake.
Page <3. 20:31.
Whatever you did to Abbot, feel free to do again
He’s in a great mood.
Langdon. 20:32.
Be honest.
Did you have sex with him in the closet
He’s been smiling like an idiot for twenty minutes.
You 20:36.
ughhh i wish
but nope. just talked.
It allows you to forget about the fight with Leo, for a little bit. Focus on the good of the day. How you think you’re making real progress with Jack.
He’s definitely not like that with other colleagues.
You just wish he’d say something. Either take you out for drinks, and put an end to your misery, or tell you he’s not interested. Anything would be better than this back-and-forth.
Your overdose patient gets dropped off at Westbridge, before you and Alicia head back to the firehouse to grab a couple of things.
“Nice catch in there,” Alicia says, glancing over as she cleans her face in the bathroom mirror. “Literally. You almost got clobbered.”
You shrug, like it was nothing. “He was tiring himself out anyway.”
“Still,” She says. “That swing was close.”
“Yeah,” You admit, exhaling. “Bit too close.”
Alicia hums, but she’s smiling slightly. “You and your hero complex. The Jack Abbot effect, if you will. It’s not a good day’s work if you haven’t almost been injured in the name of the greater good.”
“And let you have all the fun?” you shoot back.
“Please,” She snorts. “I enjoy going home without a concussion.”
You grin faintly, but your mind’s already drifting.
Back to earlier.
To Jack.
The way his breath had tickled your neck. His arm, brushing against yours as he reached for something.
That look in his eyes. The way you could’ve kissed him if you’d made a single movement…
You pick at a loose thread on your sleeve, quieter now.
“You alright?” Alicia asks, catching the shift.
“Yeah,” You say automatically. Then, after a second, “Just… tired.”
“Mm,” She hums, not fully convinced but not pushing it. “Been a day.”
That’s one way to put it.
As if on cue, the walkie-talkie crackles to life, dispatch cutting through. “This is not a drill, I repeat, not a drill. There are currently at least two active shooters at North Shore Great Lawn. Police report at least nine casualties already, but there are currently approximately thirty-thousand attendees. We need all ambulances to the area as soon as possible, while taking the proper precautions.”
9PM
“There’s a shooting at the North Shore fireworks. EMTs are on the scene now, sounds like it’s going to make Pittfest look like a walk in the fucking park.”
Langdon, having been right next to the red emergency phone in the ER, had answered the call, his face paling with each passing word.
It should be easy for Jack to snap into military mode. He’s spent half his life preparing for situations like this. And with Robby in Philadelphia for a conference, Jack’s by far the most senior attending. He’s running this thing.
And yet all he can think about is the fact that you’re most likely on your way to the most dangerous event in Pittsburgh’s history, and how he suddenly feels sick to his stomach.
“We’re going to need as much back-up as we can get. Pulse?”
She nods, ear to her phone. “Robby’s starting the drive back, but he’ll be at least five hours. He’s gonna miss most of this. I’ll call everyone else.”
By now, the rest of the department have gathered around, eyes solemn as they wait for Jack’s instructions. “Alright - listen up,” He starts, voice cutting clean through the ER. “We’re going to get hit hard and fast. I want trauma bays cleared, non-urgent cases moved or discharged. Prep for GSWs, multiple - chest, head, abdomen. I also need all the blood in the hospital on standby. This isn’t going to be pretty.”
Jack feels like he could cry when Shen walks in. If Robby’s not here, they need another attending. He nods, before continuing his orders.
“Triage is going up outside - red, pink, yellow, green. You know the drill. I want it set before the first ambulance hits the bay. Langdon - can I trust you on that?”
People move. Fast.
“Page” Jack doesn’t even look at her. “You’re on red with me. Critical only. Anything that even looks like it might crash.”
“Got it.”
“Samira, take yellow. Stable but urgent. I don’t want them backing up in the corridor.”
She nods, already moving.
“Shen, run pink, and keep an eye on triage. Ellis, float between criticals and pinks. Med students and interns, I want you guys across greens and yellow. If you’re ever in trouble, look for your primary physicians. Me for Emergency, Emery Walsh for surgery. Got it?”
A few nods, and Jack lets out a small sigh. “If anybody can handle this, it’s us. We’ve bounced back before. I know for a lot of you, this might be horrifically familiar, but you know what to do. Trust your instincts, ask for help, and it’ll come.”
There’s a brief quiet, before everyone launches into their roles. Ellis catches Jack’s arm as she passes, turning him to face her. “She’ll be alright.”
Jack stills. “What?”
Ellis only smiles. “She’ll be alright,” She repeats. And then she’s gone.
Jack knows who she meant. He doesn’t even know the names of half the EMTs that come through this place.
He knows more about you than he does most of his direct colleagues.
You’d go straight in. You always do. First through the door, first to get your hands on someone who needs it. No hesitation, no second-guessing.
He swallows, jaw tightening. “Where are we on ambulances?”
“First wave’s five minutes out,” Someone calls.
Five minutes.
Your face flashes, uninvited - grinning, sharp-tongued, completely unfazed as you sling your kit over your shoulder like it weighs nothing.
Don’t want you getting into an accident.
“Jack?”
He blinks, snapping back.
“Yeah. Sorry. What?”
“Police are still clearing the scene. We don’t have full numbers yet.”
“Fine,” He says, sharper than he means to. “Assume worst case. We prepare for everything.”
You’ll be out there already. Of course you will be. First on scene, probably.
We've got a long night ahead of us.
His jaw tightens. “Airway carts stocked?” he asks.
“Almost.”
“Make it not almost.”
They scatter again.
“Blood bank’s been notified,” Pulse tells him. “They’re sending up coolers.”
“Good,” Jack nods. “Get them by trauma one and two. I don’t want delays.”
With the ambulances still a few minutes out, Jack moves through the department, checking stations, adjusting things that are already fine, keeping his hands busy.
Anything but standing still.
Outside, faint at first…
Sirens.
The first wave.
Jack’s head turns toward the doors immediately. “Positions.”
Cold air rushes in with the sound of engines, shouted voices, radios crackling over each other.
“Where do you want first red?”
“Here - trauma one!”
Jack steps forward, already pulling gloves on, eyes scanning as the first ambulance backs in hard.
Then another.
And another.
Doors slam open.
“GSW, male, twenties!” a paramedic that he vaguely recognises shouts, already moving. “Two to the chest, hypotensive, we’ve got a line but it’s slow-”
“I’ve got him,” Page calls, reaching for the gurney. “Kwon, you’re with me on this one.”
More voices. More movement.
Another crew jumps out of the second ambulance, still not yours.
“Multiple - shrapnel, blunt force trauma, we have two criticals-”
Jack’s focus splits, adjusts, recalibrates in real time. “Ellis, Shen, you take these!”
He turns again, and he finally sees it.
Your ambulance. Even if he didn’t know the number plate, he’d know it from the way you skid into the street. You’re driving. That’s a good sign.
Jack lets out a breath.
The doors haven’t even opened yet, and he’s already moving toward it.
Your voice is sharper than usual, making a beeline for the back of the ambulance, while Jack reaches for the other doors. “GSW, female, mid-twenties!” You fire off, not slowing. “One to the abdomen, one grazing the shoulder - she’s tachy, pressure’s dropping. Veins were collapsed, but we’ve got two large-bore lines in, fluids running, she’s responsive but fading-”
“Alright, we’ve got her,” Jack says, steady, hands already moving to assess. “On my count - one, two-”
The transfer is clean.
You keep talking, fast, automatic. “Bleeding controlled as best we could, but she’s been unstable since we loaded.”
“We’ve got it from here, kid,” Jack replies, offering you a nod. “Good job.”
You nod, but you can’t quite meet his gaze, hands trembling a little. It’s the first time he’s ever seen you look scared in his life.
Your breathing’s off, eyes a little too wide, like you’re still halfway back out there.
"Hey, hey, c'mon - look at me."
Jack's voice cuts through the haze, and brings the Pitt screaming back into focus. You force yourself to meet his gaze.
"Are you okay?"
You nod, lip between your teeth. "I-I'm okay - but we've got more people to get. There were still shots being fired when we left."
You go to move, head back out to Alicia and the ambulance, when a hand wraps round your bicep. Jack stops you in your tracks, pulling you back round to face him. "Be careful out there," He murmurs, barely audible. "Stay low, be vigilant, and don't be a hero."
You manage the smallest smile. "When have I ever done that?"
Jack lets out a groan. "You're going to be the death of me, some day. I'm serious, okay? Don't want to end up digging a bullet out of your shoulder."
"You focus on the casualties in here, and I'll focus on the casualties out there," You reply, before softening a little. "I'll be fine. S'what I signed up for, right?"
Jack nods, an almost reluctant air hanging over him. "See you soon, Skip."
"What, no kiss for good luck?"
You figure it’s worth a try. You’d feel a lot better about the prospect of potential death after a kiss from Jack. In an ideal world, you’d be pulling him into a supply closet, and kissing him until you can’t breathe, but at this point you’d accept a peck.
"Come back in one piece and we'll talk."
10PM
It’s a chaos unlike anything you’ve ever seen.
People running screaming, a shot fired off in the distance. You have no idea whether it’s police gunfire, or if the shooters are still at large. You’d been told the area had been cleared by law enforcement, but given the sheer panic at large, you’re not sure.
You don’t have time to figure it out.
Training takes over before the fear can root properly. Move. Assess. Act. Your boots hit pavement slick with spilled drinks and something darker, weaving through bodies that aren’t moving and bodies that won’t stop moving, hands grabbing at you, voices overlapping, too many people shouting at once.
You can’t go to all of them. You know that. You hate it anyway.
You drop to your knees beside the first one you reach, hands already working before your brain catches up. No chest rise. Skin already losing colour. You check anyway, fingers pressing, searching…
Nothing.
The next two are the same. From beside you, Alicia isn’t having any more luck with hers.
You swallow hard, forcing yourself to move. You don’t even have time to think about who they were five minutes ago.
Another a few feet away. You pivot, scrambling over broken glass, breath coming faster now.
Same.
No response. No pulse.
It’s a massacre.
Finally, you catch movement, over by a barricade. A man slumped against it, hand clamped over his side, blood seeping through his fingers. He’s conscious, barely, eyes glassy but tracking.
“Hey - hey, I’ve got you,” You tell him, and then say your name. “I’m a paramedic, and we’re going to get you to a hospital, alright?”
He tries to speak, but it comes out broken, wet.
Around you, the noise hasn’t let up. If anything, it’s worse - sirens draw closer, while the shouts and screams just get louder. And then-
“Get down!”
The shout cuts through everything.
You don’t think.
You just move.
Your body shifts forward, instinct taking over completely as you drop over the man, shielding as much of him as possible with your own body. One arm is braced, the other still trying to hold pressure where it matters.
A shot cracks through the air.
Some job the police have done at sealing this area of the park off.
You didn’t work Pittfest. You’d been on a girl’s weekend in Vegas, and had heard the news from across the country. All the trauma that your friends suffered, you saw nothing but the aftermath. There’s always been a lingering guilt, at the fact that you missed it. A paramedic died that day, and it could’ve quite easily been you.
You don’t remember the last time you were genuinely terrified.
Another shot rings out.
Closer.
Your whole body flinches, heart slamming so hard it knocks the air out of your chest. For a second, you can’t breathe. Can’t think. Every instinct is screaming at you to run, to get up, to get out.
But you don’t.
11PM
The hospital staff has multiplied in size, but it still feels like they’re falling further and further behind.
“Feels like we’re losing,” Someone mutters somewhere behind Jack. He turns to see Walsh emerge from the elevators, strands of her hair plastered to her face with the sweat.
He nods. She’s not wrong. He can feel it in the way patients are stacking up faster than they can clear beds, in the way decisions are getting shorter, sharper, more brutal.
“You look like shit,” She says by way of greeting.
“Good to see you too,” Jack shoots back. “You here to help or critique?”
“Bit of both,” She replies easily, eyes already scanning the department. “What’ve we got?”
“Too many,” he says. “GSWs, blast injuries, crowd crush. Take your pick. All the ORs open now?”
“Just about. She steps closer, lowering her voice slightly. “What’s your red count looking like?”
“Too high.”
“Define too high.”
Jack exhales. “We’re about to start making calls we don’t like.”
“Well, let’s keep it from getting to that point, okay? Call me for any real bad shit - you know I like the freaky stuff.”
Jack nods, and waves her off. Walsh takes a few steps, before turning back to him, eyebrow raised. “You good?”
It’s not soft. Not gentle. But very Emery.
Jack nods automatically. “Yeah.”
“Bullshit,” she says, just as quick. “Try again.”
He doesn’t have time for this. “Ask me again when this shitshow is over.”
Walsh is gone, and Jack manages another few patients before the door to the ER burst open. He sees you before anything else.
Covered in blood. Not the usual streaks, not the manageable, expected kind that comes with the job, but soaked through, dark and spreading across your uniform, your hands, your neck. Too much. Far too much.
“What the hell happened?”
Jack zeroes in on you immediately. He knows that his focus should be on the patient right now. That, chances are, you’re covered in his blood, and not your own.
But there’s something about the way the blood is matted in your hair, streaked across your neck and arms, that has him totally frozen.
It could so easily be you on the gurney in front of him.
The thought makes him feel sick to his stomach.
“Did you get hit?”
“Not my blood,” You reply urgently, and the tension in his shoulders eases just a little. “Adult male, twenties, GSW to the right hypochondriac, we gave a unit of RBCs in the field, but he’ll definitely need more. BP is 92/58 and falling-”
Jack nods, trying desperately to absorb the information in front of him, instead of keeping his eyes on you. “Page Walsh, tell her to get down here now-”
Joy nods, and reaches for the phone as you wheel the gurney into Trauma One.
“Alright, everyone, on my count,” You start. “One, two, three-”
Collectively, you transfer the patient over to the hospital bed, and Alicia pulls the gurney out of the way.
Jack, Jesse and Whitaker crowd round, all moving in perfect tandem. “Tell me what you want to do now, Doctor Whitaker,” Jack instructs, reaching for anything he might need.
“Good breath sounds bilaterally, but we need an ultrasound for the stomach, surgical consult, probable surgery for liver lacerations?”
Jack just nods, finally able to flip entirely to Doctor mode. He barks out a couple of orders, keeping a close eye on the patient’s vitals.
There’s no way that he should hear it.
The slightest breath falling from your lips, halfway across the ED. If it had been anybody else in the world, Jack thinks he wouldn’t have heard a thing.
“Jack?”
It’s barely audible - nothing like your usual timbre, and has him immediately spinning on his heel.
Over by Central, your eyes are a little glazed as you try and search him out. Your jacket is undone, and your hand is pressing at something underneath. Your fingers are covered in fresh blood, and Jack’s heart sinks.
When your knees buckle, he’s already halfway to you.
summary: your brother wanted you to be nice to Leon; let's say that he just didn't expect you to be that nice.
18+ minors and ageless blogs dni!
Warnings: smut, oral (fem! receiving), unprotected piv sex (well let's say reader is on a pill lol), fluff, bickering (not so much), some jealousy, swearing, lovey-dovey stuff, Leon being an amazing boyfriend.
Your brother threw a birthday party at your apartment. You weren’t a big fan of parties nor of having them at your house, but you made an exception since he was turning 30 and had insisted on inviting only a group of his best friends. You regretted agreeing to it now, coming home tired and angry after work. The project you were working on was kicking your ass, your favourite coworker was on leave, and you were on the verge of tears. However, you composed yourself right before entering the apartment. The only thing you could think about was falling asleep in Leon’s arms after such a long and exhausting day.
You kicked off your boots and went to the living room, finding your brother with his friend group. Some of the faces were familiar, but not the one sitting uncomfortably close to your boyfriend on the couch.
The thing was - you hadn’t told your brother you’re dating yet. You thought it’d be good to wait for a while to see if it worked. Naturally, their friends didn’t know either, so you couldn’t show a hint of the jealousy that rushed through you at the sight. Instead, you smiled sweetly, looking at your brother.
“Hey guys,” you said to the group. “Sorry for being late, tough day at work.”
Your eyes met Leon’s for a moment, catching a questioning look on his face.
“No worries, Leon was just talking about how he saved the president’s daughter,” your brother said, rolling his eyes as he had heard the story a million times before.
You chuckled and sat down, pouring yourself a glass of wine.
“I wasn’t really bragging about it or any-”
“Knowing you? You were definitely bragging about it,” you giggled, and the girl sitting next to him glared at you. You raised your brow. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” you said to her, forcing a smile as you noticed her creeping closer to Leon.
“I’m Elaine. Josh and I met at the gym; he introduced me to Leon, too.” She said your boyfriend's name with a hint of sweetness.
How come I’ve never heard about Elaine? - you thought, but decided to talk about it later. Leon continued the story of saving Ashley from the cultists, but you couldn't focus on it (even though you knew the story by heart). You observed how Elaine listened to him like he was some kind of god, and your blood boiled.
After some time, everyone started talking amongst themselves, and you went to your room to unpack your bag, your moves slightly clumsy from the nerves. You heard your door open, and just as you were about to tell the person to leave you alone, your eyes met Leon’s worried gaze.
“Hey hun,” he smiled softly, coming closer to you. Your heart softened a little at the nickname.
“Hey,” you sighed as he wrapped his arms around you.
“You look exhausted,” he said, kissing the crown of your head and playing with your hair.
“I am,” you tried not to cry. “And seeing you with some girl I’ve never heard about didn't help.”
He pulled back from the hug to cup your face. “Are you jealous?” he asked, a hint of an amused smile on his face.
You squinted your eyes at him. “Don’t look so happy about it, asshole.”
He chuckled. “That’s my girl.” He leaned in to kiss you. “You have nothing to worry about, really. No one compares to you.” He kissed your nose. “You want to get out of here?”
“No, it’s Josh’s birthday. I can’t.”
“Hm, then let’s do it like this: we stay here, then I’ll pretend to leave and wait for you in the garage. Then we can go to mine. I’ll make you dinner and we’ll cuddle. Sounds good?”
“Remind me, why did I hate you?” you asked, eyes glossy.
“You didn’t. I just turned you on.”
You snorted and smacked his arm. “You better go back before Elaine starts a search party.”
“You’re hot when you’re jealous,” he kissed your lips quickly and left the room. You followed shortly after.
When you returned to the living room, Elaine was again almost glued to Leon. He looked at you, though, reassuringly.
“Leon is single, actually,” you heard part of the conversation.
“Nah, I’m not anymore.”
You stopped right in your tracks. You raised a brow. “You’re not? And who’s putting up with you? She must be really annoying,” you played along.
“Oh, you’d love her. She’s annoyingly beautiful, smart, and so hot,” he smiled at you, and you tried not to smile back.
“And why is she not here?” asked Elaine.
“She lives really close,” he said, almost laughing at his own game.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” asked Josh, slightly offended. “Show me a picture, at least.”
“She’s not your type, man,” Leon quickly retorted.
“Let me decide. Maybe I’ll steal her from you,” Josh joked, grabbing Leon’s phone.
The thing Leon had forgotten to mention? That picture of you in the bikini he had taken last weekend was his new lockscreen.
“Isn’t that your sister?” asked Elaine, looking between Josh and Leon.
Josh looked straight at you, and you froze.
“Surprise?” you said nervously. Leon couldn’t help but laugh at the awkwardness of the situation.
“Fucking finally,” Josh muttered before hugging you. “I was wondering when you both would realize that you’re in love.” He ruffled your hair.
***
You arrived at Leon’s apartment, and he did as promised. You sat on the couch as he prepared dinner, smiling at him.
“That went well,” you said, looking at Leon as he warmed up the pan.
“It really did.”
“You knew he was going to find out, hm?” you asked as he plated the dish.
“I didn’t think he’d look at my phone, but yeah.”
“Then why did you do it?”
“I didn’t want to keep us a secret anymore,” he said, giving you a kiss on the forehead and a plate of spaghetti.
You put the plate down on the coffee table and sat on his lap. “I love you,” you said suddenly. He looked at you, wide-eyed. “You don’t have to say it ba-”
He kissed you feverishly, pulling you closer, the food long forgotten as he carried you to his bedroom. He dropped you on his bed carefully and hovered over you.
“I love you too,” he smiled before kissing you again. You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed his hand under the hem of your shirt.
“Are you still tired, baby? We don’t have to do anything now.”
“I want you to fuck me to sleep, Leon,” you said, almost cringing at how pathetic you sounded.
He inhaled sharply. “Your wish is my command.”
Your shirt and pants were off in no time, leaving you in only a matching set of underwear. You had known you’d see him tonight, so you had put in a little effort. He smiled at the sight of his favourite set, biting your nipple through the material of your lace bra.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, trailing his kisses down your body until he reached your panties. “Can I take them off?” he asked, and you nodded.
He took off your underwear and kissed his way up from your ankle, reaching your inner thigh and biting it softly. Just as you were about to scold him, he hoisted up your ass, sliding his hands under you so he could press his mouth against your pussy. He nudged your clit with his nose, earning a sigh from you. He smiled, giving a quick lick to the swollen bud.
“Stop playing with me,” you moaned as he continued the movement.
He pulled your pussy even closer to his face, hands gripping the meat of your ass.
“How do you want it then, sweetheart?” His breath tickled your heat as he looked into your eyes.
“Don’t be so gentle. I’m not gonna break.”
He nodded and leaned down. His tongue pressed hard against your clit, his face almost grinding against you. You squealed at first but quickly became a panting mess as he flattened out his tongue and ground his face against you. You tried to help him, moving your hips, but he scolded you with a light swat. You could feel him grinding against the mattress as your pussy clenched, close to an orgasm. You rode it out on his face, almost screaming his name.
“Was that not-gentle enough?” he asked, wiping his chin, which was covered in your cum.
“Yeah,” you said, your voice hoarse from the orgasm. “I want you to give me another,” you whined, palming him through his pants.
“Baby, you know me. I wouldn’t let you go to sleep without at least one more,” he winked and took off his pants. You sat up for a moment just to take off his shirt. You couldn’t help but lean in and bite his bicep. He laughed at you, but in a sweet way.
“Are you too tired to ride me?” he asked, cupping your face, and you shook your head.
“No. Do you want me to?” you asked, already switching positions to sit on him.
He nodded, biting his lip as you sat on his lap, his dick not slipping into you yet. You took his shaft and lined it up with your entrance, and he watched as your face twisted in pleasure at the feeling of him filling you up. You sighed as you fully lowered yourself, already eager to ride him.
“Feels good?” he asked as you started to grind. You nodded, biting your lip.
“I want your words, sweetheart.” He grabbed your hips, helping you grind harder.
“Mhmp… s’good, Leon,” you mumbled almost incoherently as he thrust up into you.
“That’s my girl. Come on, ride me harder, my pretty girl,” he said between pants, one hand gripping your breast while the other held your hip. “You squeeze me so good. You’re so fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth as you clamped down on him. “Come for me, baby,” he said as he saw you close to your orgasm. “I love you so fucking much.”
You came as he said that, and he followed right after, the look of pleasure on your face and the squeeze of your pussy against his shaft making him lose it completely.
You collapsed, taking deep breaths against his shoulder as he ran his hand through your hair.
“Are you okay?” he asked, kissing your temple.
“Mhm. Sleepy now,” you nuzzled closer to him. He chuckled and held you for a while, still playing with your hair. He cleaned you up before you fell asleep and tucked you into bed with another kiss on the forehead.
“I’ll be right back. I just need to clean up first,” he said as you protested against him leaving you alone.
You mumbled something incoherently, and he smiled to himself, closing the door softly so as not to wake you up. Leon had always dreamed of it- of having someone like you to come home to. And now that he had it, he wasn't going to let you go. Ever.
A/N: On poplular demand, there is a part 2 to my most popular Leon fic! As always: English is not my first language, so excuse me for any mistakes here, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to reblog (not repost!!) and all comments are appreciated :)
Imagine realizing he was clingier than you initially thought,
with Levi Ackerman.
levi x gn reader
Genre||Vibe; fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuffy, love language, soft physical touch, snuggles, cat, i feel warm
Summary; On your first date, you asked Levi what his love language was and he'd answered with something expected—not physical touch. Lately, you can't help but look back at the memory and come to realize how fucking wrong he was.
🗡tags; sfw || modern au || soft levi || early relationship || warm romance || fluff || bed snuggles
🗡word count; 715
🗡a/n; i couldn't help it, i was giggling writing the end bits of this one. i just cannot see Levi as any other animal. can you? if so im curious, TELL ME!
You see, Levi isn't the kind of guy who likes being touchy.
You remembered asking him something you read in an article called conversation-starters-for-the-first-date—on the topic of love languages. You already knew which ones he'd say now, not a surprise, of course back then you didn’t. But even so, you kind of have gotten enough of a vibe during that first date that made you not consider physical touch to be one of the probable options.
Now that you’ve been together for about three months, the memory of it somehow found its way back up from the depths of your temporal lobe and into the front of your mind—made you ponder on it.
The more you think about it, the more it slowly begins to become funny since you realize that you never questioned it either.
Don't get it wrong, he loves you. Too much sometimes. But ever since the very beginning of your little love story, it became harder to recall at least five times he’d held your hand in public and barely ten times at home.
So that kind of made it easy to pick out those small, cute moments, like wrapping his pinky to your pinky.
Even hugging you was a rare emote, or holding you for no fucking reason. It definitely wasn't because he didn't like touching you, god no. Levi once joked about you being the only other thing he liked the feeling of touching. With the sole exception of himself and his dick.
He brushed it off as a joke but you were sure there was some truth to it. Most of it.
Admittedly, you were clingy, so maybe you were just overthinking the lack of grand cuddles and overbearing-reciprocated clinginess. You also don't quite remember a time when you asked him about it along the lines of; "Don't you want to hold my hand?"—or say something like; "You act like I'm dirty with how little you touch me."
Intimately speaking, this—minimal-physical-touch-thing wasn't really a problem because fuck, Levi was good in bed—in you. Every other touch instance beyond that? You can count them with all twenty of your fingers. Yes, including feet fingers.
However...since you have been letting your brain be occupied by these thoughts, you eventually started seeing the minority you didn’t count. Especially that one little thing Levi does with you that your mind often lets slip from your memory.
Cats.
Cats have this thing they do—what was it called?
Ah,
Nuzzling.
When the idea first crossed your mind, best believe you crashed into your bed and smacked your laptop open to confirm something.
“...cat nuzzling...feline...f, e, l, i...” you mumbled as your fingers flew across your keyboard, typing the thought away before you forgot about it.
“AHA!...itisafelinebehaviorwhereacatgentlyrubstheirheadandfaceagainstyou—HAH!” You semi-rapped the definition part out of pure excitement. The aha and hah’s you’d yelled out had Levi poking his head into your room asking if the reaction came from you figuring out how to multiply his detergent stock without spending twice the money.
The way your eyes looked up to him slowly plus the growing grin of your face said otherwise. It made him recoil, “what?” his eyes narrowed, suspicious and well aware that you had that look that said you fucking-found-something-out.
“Nope. Nothing.” You sucked your lips in in an act of hiding the rest of the rise of a cheeky smile, “it’s nothing.” you added quickly, shutting the screen of your laptop with deliberate slowness.
Levi had to stare at you for another good minute, just to see if you’d spill. You didn’t, so he gave up and finally walked in, sinking into the space beside you on your bed, snug against your side.
You really didn’t tell him and you struggled not to giggle while he just now was doing the very thing you were refusing to tell him. Nuzzling his face against the ball of your shoulder, the motion soft, lighting up your heart in the warmest way possible.
At least now you knew that the instances of Levi and physical touch being under the same breathing space exceeded all twenty of your fingers. Now counting the small moments in the past you didn’t include, and the ones that’ll happen in the long future ahead of your relationship.
thinking about yeosang teaching jongho to fuck you
the first thing that shocked everyone was when jongho came to his hyung's, asking for help because he was worried he'd be bad in bed. however, the second thing that completely took everyone aback was when yeosang offered to help, his arm draped loosely over your lap as you sat on the arm of the couch. his voice was calm, his face stoic, and no one could tell if he was joking or not.
"yeo, I don't know—"
"thanks yeosang." jongho cut off san who was still looking at your boyfriend like he was trying to solve the world's hardest puzzle, but as jongho sat down and everyone went back to what they were doing, the topic died out. except to you. thoughts of how your lovely boyfriend planned on helping his friend flooded your mind, because unlike the others, you knew that it wasn't a joke.
oh he wasn't. definitely not joking in the slightest.
which leads to now, you're sprawled out on the bed, knees digging into the soft mattress of your boyfriend's bed while your upper body is pinned down by jongho's strong grip. his hips snapped into yours with brutal force, choked sobs tore through your lips, and your thigh shook violently.
"j-jongho," you mewled loudly as the head of his cock brushed over your sweet spot, body threatening to lock up due to the sudden increase of pleasure. jongho, however, began to worry that he was hurting you somehow.
"you're not hurting her," yeosang's voice was smooth as he walked around the bed, crouching down until he could clearly see your fucked out face, tears drenching your flushed cheeks, causing strands of hair to stick to them. "isn't that right, angel? you love being pinned down and used like a fuck toy, don't you?"
you whined loudly as jongho's grip on your hip tightened, and you knew that there would be bruises later. all coherent words died on your tongue, and the only thing you could muster was a nod of your head. yeosang reached forward, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, whispering sickly sweet filth to you.
but you knew better; his voice had always been deceptive.
hell he had you spread out before jongho even touched you, showing him everything that made you tick. it was both a blessing and a curse, but god as jongho continued to plow into you, you began to believe it was the former.
"'m gonna cum!" you all but screeched as that coil in the pit of your tummy tightened beyond normal levels. your feet kicked as sobs fell from your lips, trying to get away, but jongho's grip was far too strong, and you were forced to take everything he was giving you.
"hyung—"
"she's fine, keep going, we're getting to the best part," yeosang instructed the brunette, who looked at him with scrunched eyebrows, but as your cunt squeezed around him jongho didn't stop, much less slow down.
"jongho!" you screamed your throat raw when that band snapped, and your heart washed over you like a tsunami. your hips jerked as you drenched jongho's cock as well as the sheets underneath you. pathetic and borderline pornographic moans spilled from your lips.
"don't stop." yeosang stood back up, eyes locked on jongho who looked unsure, but yeosang hasn't led him astray yet, so he did as told.
"o-oh shit," you cried out, one hand flying back to grab jongho's forearm, nails biting at his skin and threatening to draw blood. white spots clouded your vision as the brunette's cock hit all the right spots with every stroke, leaving you lying there nearly breathless.
"keep going until you cum, she can take." yeosang chuckled, folding his arms over his chest as he watched one of his best friends absolutely demolish his girlfriend. not something he ever really thought about doing, but he would have to see about giving jongho future lessons.
yeosang just to make sure he's well educated, really.
NOTE! again i am SO sorry i was so late, god knows i've been busy with war and sm, but! i managed to finish it and have four versions of this subliminal, and fun thing? it will NOT lose it's quality, it's pure .WAV format, so, let's go, shall we? Let's go over some of the information first, i HIGHLY recommend you to read all, PS!!! I still haven't made the requests of the posts you guys have asked me and plus all those asks I've gotten, don't worry after a bit of rest, maybe a day, I'll reply all and post everything :D
ReadMe.TXT
i offer you, my new formula, a mix of OG method of the actual subliminals back then, and the extreme power it has, what are their properties?
two distinctive layers, one slightly heard which is one affirmation repeated over and over again (for the conscious mind, totally fine if not heard either) and another layer for the subconscious, a more detailed and in depth affirmations while being simple and short to the point ( much lower, not able to hear by normal ear.)
each layer a different pitch to distinguish between them
the layers that i made, are recorded by human voice, Me, and i've been AGRESSIVELY manifesting over it to work so well, i already have headaches just hearing them, even drowsiness.
repeated and sped up, but not to the point of distortion.
has four different versions, you can pick and choose each to your likings, please note! some might be harsh on ears (except the one hour long) because i deliberately made it this way, because you are NOT supposed to listen to them for more than 3 times due to it having the MOAB booster, only 3 times is accepted.
the one hour long has a different, safer and milder booster, can be used overnight or if you like to over loop for no reason, or during shifting/void practice/ meditation, as it has Epsilon waves!
for all of them, headphones are recommended.
yes it will work for you regardless of race, gender, language, whether subs work or not for you, so on and on, however!!! i have designed this not to work for those people with harmful intentions and ideals, it will block itself instantly, NO this does not mean bad intrusive thoughts.
PLEASE REMEMBER, i am NOT responsible if you tried it once and dropped it because of your belief, i lit gave you everything, it's in YOUR hands to change, do not think it won't be on your ends too.
this subliminal is called LIMITLESSME, it is a subliminal designed for every aspect of life, basically its all in one for shift, void, manifesting, self concept, and so on!
L1MITLESSME.FILES
L1MITLESSME.ORIGINAL = 12ish minutes, the original, no binaural beats/theta, has the MOAB booster, rain + ASMR version (ONLY 3X A DAY)
L1MITLESSME.THETA = same as original, but! added theta waves with ISOCHRONIC TONES as well as the MOAB BOOSTER, which is a much higher effective way than simple pure theta wave, warning! this one is extremely powerful, stop once you feel a headache coming (3X OR LESS A DAY, I REPEAT, THIS IS A BIT HARSH ON EARS and more powerful than any other.)
L1MITLESSME.SONG = again 12ish minutes, song is Running up The Hill by Kate Bush, muffled song gentle over the subliminal, no binaural beats, with light rain + ASMR (ONLY 3X A DAY TOO)
L1MITLESSME.EPSILONLONG = 1 hour long, this is gentle but still effective? not recommended to use while working, epsilon is a deep conscious level, you can loop this to how much you like, does NOT contain the MOAB booster, it has a milder booster i made, still powerful, i recommend you to use this while trying for the void, or shifting methods, or SAT's or just to intend to lucid dream. (can be looped)
so, here ya go, use it well, and if there is ANY problem, let me know, my back is ab to break gah damn, GOOD LUCK :D
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❗️For commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ
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Technically less a Fallout AU and more a generic zombie AU Rire lol. For context this is a human Rire (sometimes Headmaster!Rire) who becomes the leader of a small survival compound. For all intents and purposes it's a good place to be during an undead apocalypse...well just don't get on Rire's bad side. He...has his ways of dealing with dissidents.
My bench line is that he is pretty strong and stronger than all my other characters except for Zeke (who canonically can carry .D, Izm, Wei Ren and Marcus simultaneously). This does however not take into account Rire's ichor.
Oh, you could say it's one potential branch of BTD canon haha. If you can find his cameo in Gato's TPOF 😉
Strange and unusual according to whom lol? I mean if you're human then someone wearing sunnies (and obvs not being blind) all the time might be odd, if you're a demon a Royal willingly spending a chunk of their time in the human world is odd etc. There's a lot of and/or that could be applied depending on which POV it is XD
🤔 Hmm I guess another known quirk is his tendency to fold his hands behind his back when he's feeling unbothered. If he does this or deliberately turns his back on someone it means he deems them not a threat (which is a big power move in a fight lol).
Human soul - much sustenance many flavour ೕ(•̀ㅂ•́ )
One day I'll show you guys the full criteria I made for fun to figure out your "soul flavour" haha.
Full body (go big or go home lol), or maybe a scalp massage.
Dear god i want a full body massage now the tension in my back and shoulders is killing meeeee ಥ_ಥ
Honestly teen Rire just looks like the aged up version of Baby!Rire |D Except it's a human version lol. College!AU Rire once again being schrodingers species - is he human, is he a demon? It is a mystery.
Anon, anyone is capable of having a spouse technically the only criteria is they just have to marry someone |D;
It's not possible as he's a demon; not sure where you got the idea that he's French ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Sharing is caring! And self preserving!
The above version of Rire is deemed Baby!Rire when I draw them but here's a babier version for fun XD
Nope he's an only child.
Rire doesn't think he's above humans.
He knows he is.
He collects souls himself and the number fluctuates depending on how he's stacked things in the past - how many deals did he make beforehand that's come due, how many were for souls how many for favours?, and so on.
Carpentry :d
Of course! And you know, since he became a Royal it's practically his right, right? :B This also technically answers your (4) though he does get a bit bored of the constant simping sometimes.
Eh there's a few; force his hand/back him into a corner, do something that will make him go "ah, very rude" (and not in nice way, like for eg if you talk shit about him constantly he's just going to shut you up easy), be extra super uninteresting?
🤔 Interesting q! Although, in that time period the earliest form of spectacles would be invented in Europe, and China technically had sunglasses made from smoky quartz then. Since country borders physically mean nothing to Rire I'd imagine he would just get the Chinese sunglasses at that point, or wear a large hooded travelling cloak or something (anime style where it somehow shadows the whole top half of one's face lol).
Veils in 12-13 century Europe were predominately considered women's clothing so wearing something like that would be negatively viewed and make him stand out way too much.
It would actually be something from the Nether as that's where he grew up and would've had more sweets as a child! I do like making up food maybe I should make some Nether dishes one day hmmmmmm.
He likes some of them but not others - they don't have any meaning to him so it's just vibes. For eg he likes Halloween as the whole (modern) concept of it is amusing to him, doesn't like things like Christmas or Easter for obvious reasons XD
For your viewing pleasure~ ٩(｡•ㅅ•｡)و
Ok so like...this was never meant to be animated but according to my brain it wouldnt let me do it unless it was so it’s super animatic-y (i
