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STRANGERS.

PART I

Lee Know x reader. (s,a)

Chapters: Part II

Author’s note: Sorry that I posted it twice, tumblr just won’t let me edit my previous post. ugh!

There's a Spanish proverb that says:

"When love is not madness. It is not love."

And you can't tell if what you're doing is either love or madness, there's no difference anymore, the line blurs, and so is your judgment.

You always think that it's the same anyway, we do all sort of crazy in the name of love.

And whatever that is, brings you here, working as a sports news journalist for a TV station.

"It's a big floor, but why our working space is this small?" You ask the girl who occupies the cubicle next to you, Kim, the only other girl in sports news.

There are only ten or so desks in the office, apart from office equipment, you share everything, from meeting rooms to the pantry.

"We share the floor with the world news team," she answers.

You don't need a further explanation about her answer, it's always the world news team that gets the best at everything, either news part or other golden child perks, that include having a bigger working place.

The only good thing the sports department has is that the office is so close to the elevator, remembering that most of you are working in the field covering sports games and such.

The elevator dings open, and a group of people spill out of it.

Kim rolls her chair until it crashes with yours, "Have you met the head of the world news team?" Her eyes flicked to the last man getting out of the elevator.

He wears a white shirt and black tie, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the veins coiling his forearms, and a fancy watch decorated his wrist.

His dark hair slicked back, parted in the middle, and a few strands curtained his forehead. Eyes, lips, and a nose so sharp like you would prick your finger if you touched it.

"Lee Minho. A real piece of work! One stone-cold man, never seen him smile off camera, not even once," she says with such bitterness.

"But he's great at his job, everyone likes him, he's pleasant to the eyes, cameras want to fuck him, well, I bet he's good on the bed too," she cheekily adds with low giggles.

"The whole building wants to get a chance with him, but only a few can handle that attitude of his," she finishes the introduction with a condescending pout.

Your eyes follow his figure making his way to his office with hands shoved inside his slacks pockets.

You scoff at her short yet detailed introduction of him.

"He's mysterious too, like… no one knows his existence outside of here," she adds, then props a hand under her chin, staring at him until he gets inside his office.

"He sounds... intriguing," you comment with a sheepish smile.

She turns her head at you, "well, I'd rather salivate over the sweaty man at the volleyball court,"

You smile at her and nod, "sounds like a great idea!"

She gives you a joyous look, "I know we'll get along just fine," she remarks, playfully bumping her shoulder with yours.

You smile at her in return, "likewise,"

"I'd better get back working," she says, then rolls her chair back against her desk and starts typing on her computer.

You met the man several times already in the week you have been working at the TV station.

You met him in the elevator, clutching his briefcase in front of him while his eyes looked down at his phone, and his hands were busy typing on it.

In the pantry where you both made your cups of coffee, he stood at the other end of the counter and you on the opposite end, stirring your coffee in silence.

You walked past each other a lot in the office, it's inevitable, remembering the shared working place.

And your eyes would find each other and locked for a second before breaking the eye contact at the same time.

By the end of the week, you moved to a new apartment provided by the TV station, and you only need to pay other bills besides the rent.

You drag the last three boxes of your belongings into the elevator.

It comes as no surprise that he also lives in the building, he was in his workout attire when you find him inside the elevator, leaning with his arms crossed in front of him.

He wears his hat low and it covers most of his face with the shadow, you push the boxes inside with your feet and carry the smallest one in your hands.

You glance at the panel and see that he already pushed the button to the 8th floor where you are also headed.

It's so quiet inside the elevator, that you clutch the box tighter until your knuckles turn white to hold back the urge to break the suffocating silence.

After an agonizing ride up to the 8th floor, the elevator finally arrives on your floor, and the doors open.

He stands on his feet and makes his way out of the elevator, not batting even an eyelash at you.

You don't expect him to help you either and spare yourself from being disappointed.

It's getting more inevitable, meeting him, and especially knowing that he lives next door.

You meet him the next morning, dressed up for work, and are looking at his watch when you get in.

You get out at the lobby since you haven't gotten a car yet, you have to take the bus at least until the company lends you a car or you get one yourself.

While he goes to the parking basement, again, you don't expect him to offer you a ride after all.

Once you arrived at the office, you headed back out with your team to interview the newly scouted player of a major league baseball team.

It surprised that you knew him from when he was still playing for his university baseball team, it is kind of amazing seeing people around you grow when you feel like you're still in the same place.

And it seems like he recognized you too, he smiles at you the moment he sees you.

"Aren't you working for the newspaper?" He asks you as he brushes his hair to the back, then put his baseball cap on. It amazes you that he still knows you despite you only interviewing him three times in 5 years.

"I was, but now I'm working for the TV station," you answer, then offer your hand for a handshake.

He takes your hand without a doubt and shakes it.

"Congratulations on becoming a major league player, Kim Seungmin," you sincerely congratulated him.

"Oh please, just call me Seungmin!" he says with a bright smile that somehow resembles a puppy.

"Maybe I will when we're off-camera," you tell him, then break the handshake but not forgetting to return the smile.

You have always liked him from the first day you met him, you can tell that he is a well-mannered, modest guy and a very, very talented baseball player.

The interview went well, and it's all thanks to him for making it pleasant for both of you.

"I'm glad that I see you," he suddenly says as you wait for the other to be done packing the equipment.

"Why is that?" You ask as you put your notebook into your bag.

"This city still feels strange to me, so it feels nice to see a familiar face," he honestly answers, pulling his cap lower to hide his face out of shyness.

"I also just moved back here two weeks ago, I know exactly how you feel," you shot him a comforting smile.

"Will we be seeing each other again soon?" He asks with a sheepish smile.

It's so subtle, but you know he's being flirty with you, he is two years younger than you yet he still looks like the same college baseball player you met 5 years ago.

"I hope I get to see you again after winning your first major league game," you respond.

He softly chuckles and fiddles with the sleeve of his varsity jacket out of nerves.

You don't realize you just put pressure on him, you quickly tap his shoulder, "you'll do well! Good luck!" You encouraged him and put on a smile for him.

"Thank you," he responds then shoves his hands into his jacket pockets.

You made it back, and just in time for lunch, Kim suddenly nudges your elbow while you're about to shove a spoonful of rice into your mouth, almost sending it spilled all over the table.

"Look at that!" She says while shaking your forearm now.

She gestures to the two people talking outside a coffee shop.

You wipe your mouth with a napkin before speaking, "what is it?" You ask, ready to listen to any gossip she is about to share.

"Heard they're getting it on," she says with a straw tugged between her teeth.

You scoff then takes a sip of water, looking at the couple talking while holding coffee cups in their hands, you take a good look at them to finally realize it's Minho and a girl you have never seen before.

"Who is the girl?" You try to sound coy and hastily take a sip of your water.

"Heard she's the producer of that one variety show," she replies.

That's enough information to take in, for now, you continue eating your lunch in silence while Kim keeps on blabbering around about why they would make a couple eventually.

But you have to disagree with her, instead of saying it, you swallow it down and let it buried deep inside you.

The next day, you came late to work by 15 minutes because the bus broke down in the middle and you had to take a taxi to finally make it to the office.

Your heart skips a beat when the head of the sports news team catches you come creeping to your desk, trying to go unnoticed but failing.

"Hey, I watched the interview from yesterday," he says to you from someone's cubicle.

He then put a thumb up at you, "Wow, you do a great job at it," he says to you, "keep up the good work!"

You awkwardly smile at him, relieved that it's not about you coming late to work but also not a fan of how he delivers his praise.

"Always in a tone of surprise!" You mutter under your breath.

After years of working in a male-dominated job, you get used to hearing praises that implies men still find it amazing that women can do a good or even a better job than them.

You don't mean for anyone to hear it, but from the way Kim chuckles, you bet she heard it.

She stretches her hands in the air and sigh, "it's so nice to have another girl on the team," she says with a gleeful smile.

You plop down your chair and sigh, "I know,"

She swivels her chair around to face you, "anyway, we have team dinner tonight!" She informs, then rolls her chair back to her desk.

Not even a minute, Kim already pokes her head into your cubicle, "I hope you're good with alcohol," she warns you.

It baffles you that when everyone knows there'll be team dinner tonight, all of a sudden, the sports news team becomes twice the number that you have to take the second elevator along with Kim, the head of sports news, and the other two journalists.

When the elevator arrives, everyone comes rushing in, and there he is, also getting in seconds away before the doors slide shut.

"Hey, come join us for drinks!" Your head of sports news said to him.

He puts on a thin smile and says, "no, thanks, I'm good,"

There's an awkward silence followed after.

"Have you met the new journalist on our team?" Your boss asks him.

You don't know which you hate more, the fact that you know he wouldn’t care about it or being the center of attention, especially in a closed space like this.

And your boss gestures his hand at you.

"Have you met the head of world news?" He asks you.

You can't say no, because you've seen him often, whether it's at work or home, or...

"She's amazing, she's doing a great job at it," he brags at Minho, which he looked so not bothered at all with the information.

"Thanks," you meekly mutter to your boss to put an end to this unpleasant exchange.

You can feel your chest loosen the moment you get out of the elevator, and it keeps on loosening with every glass of alcohol you gulped down as the night goes by.

Kim was right to warn you about everyone being heavy drinkers, you get around it by taking a lot of trips to the restroom and quickly filling your glass with water before someone pours alcohol in it.

Kim's boyfriend kindly gave you a lift home at the end of the night. Before going up to your floor, you collect your mails from your mailbox even though your head is completely buzzed from all the alcohol surging through your body system.

You hear someone else is also opening their mailbox next to you, you don't have to know who it is since you know who lives next to you.

You clutch all of your mails close to your chest, then head to the elevator, scanning your mails one by one as you wait for the elevator to arrive.

When it dings open, you hurriedly get in and followed by him getting in after you. You shove your mails into your bag and lean against the wall of the elevator.

"What are you trying to do?" He asks you without looking your way.

And there it is, your first contact with him after months of radio silence, unread texts that you sent him, unreturned calls and the first thing he asks is your intention.

"Nice to know I’m no longer invisible to you,” you sneer.

You see him standing just a close distance from you with his back facing you. So close yet so far. Within grasp yet you can’t touch him.

You hear him inaudibly sigh, "I will not change my mind," he says and it sounds final.

"I know," you meekly say.

He doesn't hesitate to walk out the second the elevator slides open and leaves you behind, alone like you had been all these few months after he broke up with you.

It's sad the way you act like strangers.

After all of you had together, he acts as if the two of you had never met.

You understand that you left too much mess and hurt him to the point that there's no going back to the way you were.

You do know and understand why he acts like that.

You convinced yourself that you can be nobody to him but oh… the feeling, it never came to an ending. He will forever be more than just a passing fancy to you.

When you saw him again that day, you can't lie that it hurts when he saw you like you were see-through, invisible, nothing.

There were so many times when you felt like you just wanted to blurt out and say, "I still love you", despite knowing that you shouldn't be, or tell him that.

Even if you didn't say it, you'd still have felt it. It is still there and forever will, along with that lingering regret of letting him go.

Just like the thought summoned him, you see him walking from the opposite end of the hallway.

When you both meet in the middle, he locked eyes with you for a second.

Even in that one second, you can't find the person you are deeply in love with.

Minho.

Who acts cold and nonchalant, but is actually warm from the inside, overflowing with charms.

He deeply cares for someone he loves, he takes care of you well, he has a beautiful smile that can easily cure your sorrows, he rarely said 'I love you' but often showed it through actions, and when he did say those three words, he meant it with all of his heart that your heart ached when you heard it.

You drag yourself to get into the elevator that takes you to your apartment floor, followed by someone who gets in just right in time before it slides shut, you glance at her and see the girl Minho talked with in front of the coffee shop, the one Kim gossiped to have a shot with Minho.

She shot you a smile as she caught you looking at her, you return the smile and turn your head back, straight ahead.

The elevator arrives at your floor, she goes straight to Minho's apartment and rings his doorbell without hesitation.

You can't help but stall as you unlock your door.

A moment later, Minho opens the door for her and keeps it open to let her in as he welcomes her with a smile.

You catch a sight of him closing the door as the smile fades from his face, like knowing that you were watching in on him.

You don't even deserve a smile, you remind yourself.

You can't sleep, you lay awake on your bed listening to the subtle noise they're making in the apartment next to you with all the lights turned out.

You hate to think of Minho being with somebody else.

Knowing that he's having someone over at his apartment makes you think of nothing, but him lying on the bed with her next to him.

She gets to feel the warmth of his body, touches his honey skin, the prominent veins on his arms, the taut of his muscles, and ultimately, his presence, wholly and completely.

You hear the faint sounds of laughter after laughter which makes you ask yourself when was the last time someone made you laugh like that.

You get sad that someone is Minho.

Your eyes fluttering shut now listening to the sound of fervent heavy breathings through the wall, the occasional low moans you hear, and rings in your ears.

You avert your thoughts to think that it was you he is touching right now, replace his hand with your hand and start touching yourself like he would do to you, in feather-like touches that always worked to make you tingle inside.

"Minho..." you call out his name, whispery and low like you were calling a divine living.

You slip your hands under your nightdress and keep touching yourself, imagining his mouth pressed close to your ears, replaying the saccharine words he always muttered to you.

"You're so beautiful,"

"Honey, I like the noises you make,"

"You always feel good around me,"

"I love you very much, honey,"

"My honey..." he once said with a breathy, hoarse voice, too fucked out to form full-on romantic praise for you.

You cup your breasts with your hands, softly kneading the flesh, and pinch your nipples until they harden.

You picture him taking them into his eager mouth, his tongue swirling around your hardening buds like they're candies. You move one hand down south and put your hand inside your underwear, tracing your delicate flesh, and found it already wet, wet just from the thoughts of him alone.

"Minho," you desperately call to the void in your bedroom.

You begin circling your clit to bring pleasure, moaning with every burning sensation for more until you can't take it anymore. Your body shakes, writhing with overwhelming, immense pleasure with your hand clamps between your legs.

"Minho..." you call him again as you reeling from the orgasm you brought on yourself.

You open your eyes after having them screwed shut the entire time you were touching yourself and find nothing but the grim, dark of your bedroom and the slivers of pale moonlight shining through your blinds.

A sudden thudding sound jolt you awake from your reverie and break the chain of your dreamy imagery of him touching you.

The thudding sound comes out repetitive, and the heavy breathing grows louder, louder enough that you can't ignore it.

You believe he is fucking her against the wall, and he probably does it on purpose for you to hear everything.

"Noona, are you okay?"

You don't know how many times he has been asking you that he shakes your forearm for you to finally answer him.

“Uhm... yes?”

"You look pale," Seungmin says.

You are interviewing him again during his practice, at his team's baseball field as he prepares for his first major league game of the season.

"I'm okay. I just couldn't sleep last night," you reply with a convincing smile.

He nods his head and smiles back, "how about I treat you to lunch after the interview?" He asks.

You have rejected him enough to the point you feel bad saying no again to him, it’s only lunch, after all, no harm in it.

"Sure, but I'm going to make you treat me to something expensive," you tease.

He chuckles, "oh wow, okay," he says, a little flustered.

"And you have to treat the other two guys who came with me too," you tease again, pointing to the guys who set the camera and other equipment needed for the interview.

All of a sudden, you hear shouting from across the field and Seungmin comes rushing to your side.

It's too late to realize a ball is coming your way and hits you hard on the face.

The next thing you know, you are in the ambulance with ice packs on one side of your face and a neck brace.

Fortunately, there's nothing serious, no bone fracture despite the ball was going fast, at least 60mph.

But your jaw aches whenever you open your mouth, even a slight move to sip water hurts so much.

"I'm so sorry," Seungmin says to you, he looks so distraught like he is the only one responsible for this accident.

You wave him off, "it's an accident and I'm okay,"

"You should go back to practice," you tell him while pressing an ice pack to your bruised jaw.

"I-," he pauses to find an excuse to stay.

"It's okay, you can treat me to lunch next time," you tell him with a thin smile.

"I'm sorry," he says again even though he wasn't the one who pitched the ball.

"It's okay, just go back to your practice," you assure him and playfully shoo him away.

You insist on finishing your work real quick even though the office lets you go home early. Kim gasps seeing the bruise in her jaw turn into a deep shade of blue, she makes it dramatically loud for everyone to hear.

"Why are you still here?" She asks you in disbelief.

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

What she actually means by that is calls her boyfriend and tells him to drive you home.

"I'll go as soon as I finish this,"

You take a taxi home, but it starts to frustrate you that you can't eat anything because it's hurt to chew. You drink a bottle of juice and take another painkiller then try to get some rest.

Your doorbell ring once, for a second, maybe you imagined it since you have just woken up from your nap. You get up from bed and trudge your way to the door, opening it to find no one but a bag of food hung on the handle of the door.

You poke your head outside to see if someone delivered the wrong food order to your apartment, but the hall is empty.

You take the bag inside, to the kitchen then open it to find a bowl of porridge inside.

You quickly take a spoon and eat it, humming in satisfaction since you haven't had a decent meal since this morning.

Your eyes widen when Seungmin is the one who walks up to your first, not the other way around.

"Aren't you going to interview me?" He asks you with that puppy smile of his.

"Yes, of course, but I can wait," you reply with a smile.

It's his first game and the first win he got with his new team, so many people want to interview him, but he chooses you first. You like the privilege he provides you but still, you have to keep it professional.

"I'll patiently wait for my turn," you say to him.

When it's finally your turn, you congratulate him first with a handshake, which, he gladly takes.

"Is it alright now?" He asks you, pointing to your bruised jaw that you tried to conceal with layers of foundation, but it's still apparent.

"It's still tender, but it's alright," you answer.

"I'm sorry, I was late to warn you," he apologized for the umpteenth time even though it was days ago the accident happened.

"Please, it gives me an excuse to ask you to treat me to something expensive," you joke.

"I can do that," he adds with a shy smile.

You don't reply but smile back at him and begin to interview him before you get tempted to tease him again because of how he would adorably react to it.

You meet the girl Minho is seeing in the elevator again and she goes straight to Minho's apartment and you unlock the door fast, this time trying not to care and just get inside.

The thought that you'll hear them again through the thin wall that separates your apartment from his, annoys you so much that you decide to get out once you changed your clothes.

You went to the convenience store close to your apartment building and drink canned beers until you were boozy enough to get back to your apartment.

You find Minho is sorting trash right outside the building, it surprises you because it's only a little after midnight and him doing a chore at this hour only means the girl has left.

He walks behind you to the elevator and watches you push the button, waiting for the elevator in the empty lobby of the apartment building.

Inside the elevator, you catch him glancing at you through the reflection of the shiny surface of the elevator door.

You look down to see what you're wearing, and realize that you are wearing his hoodie, the one he left behind in your place before you two broke up.

He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a yawn.

He just doesn't know that you wear his clothes to bed on a night like this, to catch the scent of his that clung to the fabric that always provides you a sense of comfort and reminds you of the way his body wrapped around you, makes you feel less alone and held.

Kim is talking to you as she waited for you to finish peeing inside the stall when suddenly she talks to someone else.

"Heard things are going great with you with Mr. Nighttime news," she says.

You figure that since she mentioned Minho's nickname on the TV station, she is talking to the girl he's seeing. You stay quiet inside even though you're done with your business inside the stall, afraid that she'll recognize you and let Kim know you're living next to Minho.

You can imagine her asking you everything about living next to him, and it already gives you a headache.

The other girl giggles, "well, so far so good,"

"You know not everyone can get to this level," Kim teases her.

The girl giggles again, "oh no, please," but her please demands more questions from Kim.

"I won't ask you about anything else, but is he good?"

"What?"

Through the crack of the toilet door, you can see Kim nudges her elbow, "girl, you know what I'm talking about," she riles her the best way.

"Well..." she stops there and doesn't say anything else.

"Okay, okay, I get you. But how far are you in the relationship?" Kim asks, doesn’t want to pressure her.

You unconsciously lean in so close, intently listening and looking forward to her answer but unfortunately, she turns on the faucet, and you can't hear her answer through the sound of the water running.

You sigh in disappointment and get out of the stall once the girl left the restroom.

You have no business asking Kim about what they talked about earlier, you decide to let it go and let the thought slip away.

Good thing you have just the right distraction, which is meeting Seungmin when you get off work.

"You're not here to see me, right?" You can't help but feel a little overconfident about it.

He smiles, "No, I happen to have an interview for a TV show," he answers while scratching the back of his neck.

You stifle a laugh, "Well, how silly of me!” you grimace, embarrassed.

"But I’m thinking of taking you out for dinner," he trails his words, unsure if you would agree with his idea.

"As a change for that lunch I promised you," he continues with eyes staring at you deeply as if he's manifesting something into your head.

"Yeah, sure," you answer.

He happens to come at the right time when you need something to avert your mind off of Minho.

"I was joking when I said treat me something expensive," you beam as you sit across from him in a fine dining restaurant.

"Well, let's just say we're having a celebratory dinner for my first win," he suggests.

You purse your lips for a moment and smile, "that's better!”

Seungmin looks so good tonight, he's wearing a dark blue fitted shirt that accentuates his broad shoulders and he keeps the hairstyle from the TV interview.

In contrast to his soft facial features and cute smiles, his eyes intensely gaze at you, and a sly smirk flashes once in a while in between conversations.

He drives you home, and the music he plays slowly lulls you to sleep.

You wake up to him gazing out of the windshield of his car with streams of water running down the foggy glass from the heavy rain.

The car is already parked right outside your apartment building.

You groan out loud that it startles him, "I didn't mean to fall asleep,"

He softly chuckles, "It's alright,"

You rest your head on the headrest of the passenger's seat, also staring out at the rain.

"Has it been raining long?" You stretch out a little.

"No, it only has been a few minutes," he answers.

He reclines on his seat and presents you with a view of his side profile, he looks good from any angle anyway. He’s just that good-looking.

You quickly snap yourself out of your daze, "anyway, thank you for dinner. It was nice," you deliver your gratitude with a touch on his arm.

He turns his head at you and smiles, "I'm glad.”

Without warning, his hand reaches for your jaw and gently brushes the skin so lightly with his knuckles, "is it better now?"

You shouldn't look into his eyes, but you don't know why your body betrays you just like that, "yeah," you reply, your voice dropping so low.

You slowly jerk your head away and get your bag, sling it across your shoulder, "I'll get going,”

He waits until you look at him again to say, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" You say back with a sweet smile, then get out of his car. You run until you get to the entrance of the building, and turn around to wave at him before finally parting with him.

But that's also the end of the distraction you needed, something nudges your arm making you startled, looking over your shoulder to find Minho tapping your shoulder with an envelope.

"Your mail got into my mailbox," he says.

You stare at the mail and wonder why he bothers to tell you about it when he can just shove it into your mailbox instead of making a contact like this.

"Thanks," you mutter then take the mail from him.

You grip the handle of your bag so hard during the whole elevator ride up, fighting the urge to ask him about the girl he is seeing.

You let out the breath you have been holding once you got out of the elevator, be the one who gets out first and gets inside your apartment.

It's one of those nights again, where everything just comes back rushing in like floodwaters.

Minho and his sly smiles, his hands that impatiently touching you, holding you close, on the bed next to each other telling you random thoughts because he knows no one else would get it except you.

"Do you know why I love you?" he suddenly asked while threading his fingers with you under the cover.

"Because I'm hot," You playfully answered while laughing.

He pinched the flesh of your thigh, then kissed your shoulder, "that too, but there's one specific thing that I love about you," he said.

You turned on the bed to face him and used his hand as a pillow, "what is that?"

He held your face with a hand on your jaw, "when I hold you like this, you're always blinking slowly and deliberately like that," he explained, "like a cat,"

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

"Meow," you mewled like a kitten.

He softly laughed, then kissed you on the lips, soft and quick with a hand that squeezed your hip.

"Meow-meow," you mewled again at him while nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

"That means I want more kisses," you told him, but you didn't wait for him to give you one. You pressed your lips on him, slightly opening your mouth to take his lips in yours, gently sucking on his lips and nibbling on them.

You mischievously licked his lips like a cat would do, then giggled.

It took him aback for a second, but he licked his wet lips to taste you on his.

"What a cute little kitten!" he exclaimed with a sly smirk then crashed himself on you, kissing you hard and down your pillow.

You can almost taste his lips on you, the softness, the plush, the warmness of them on yours, the way his lips glide over yours then take your lips on his.

And the little things that come with it, the way he likes to graze the tip of your nose with his before sinking his mouth on you, the hand that holds your chin to keep you still, the sigh he makes between kisses, and the smile against your lips as he makes witty remarks.

Or just to call you by the preferred pet name he likes to call you with.

"Honey..." with that mix of sweet and seductive tone, you still don’t know how he makes that possible.

"Minho..." you call again, hoping he can hear you desperately calling for him through the thin wall.

A tear escapes the corner of your eyes, sending it to roll down the side of your face.

The fact that he lives so close to you, only makes you unbearably sad. He's the closest he has ever been since he broke up with you, but he is still out of your grasp, endlessly tantalizing you.

You don't know how he ended up here, sitting across from you and acting like nothing ever happened between you.

You don't know how the sports news and the world news teams got together for a team dinner.

"Pour a drink for him!" Your boss nudges your elbow, gestures to the empty shot glass of Minho, and derails your train of thoughts.

You reluctantly obey and fill his glass with alcohol, but he refuses.

“I’m driving here,” He says to your boss.

This is the perfect time to get completely drunk and let everything be background noise to your life, including him.

But it's hard to gulp down your drink when the person who reminds you of the biggest regret of your life is sitting right in front of you.

Kim is not much help, she is resting her head on your shoulder, her cheeks blushed from the amount of alcohol she consumed that she barely functions anymore.

"I heard you dating that pretty variety show producer," your boss asks him, slurring his words yet he keeps mixing his poison in his glass.

Minho sheepishly smiles at him, "I'm not dating anyone," he answers, shutting down every rumor with such simple words.

Your boss chuckles at him, "how nice to be young and single, you get to date around," he enviously says.

He drinks the whole glass down and gasps, then winces at the bitterness of the alcohol.

"How come I never heard you dating anyone before?" Your boss suddenly asks him.

Your heart starts racing inside of you, putting your hands down under the table so no one can see how tight you clench your hands into fists.

Minho pours himself a drink and gulps it in one go, "that's because," he pauses to hiss at the alcohol, "I never dated anyone before," he finishes his sentence, his eyes locked with yours for a few seconds.

Nothing comes in contact with you, but you can feel the insufferable pain of being stabbed right to the chest.

"I don't believe you," your boss snickers at him, "a handsome man like you never dated before," he states in disbelief.

"No one ever comes to that extent," he says as he stares down his empty glass.

And you're losing the air in your chest the longer you stay at the table.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom," you excuse yourself, and without waiting for anyone to reply, you run to the back entrance and retch for air.

You lean against stacks of crates filled with empty beer bottles, it makes a clinking sound as you rest your back against it, slump down until you squat down and hug your knees, clamping your head between your knees, and stay like that until you compose yourself enough to go back inside.

You're holding Kim with her arm around your shoulder, sitting on the empty bench just outside the restaurant.

"Are you my boyfriend?" She asks you with her head lolled on your shoulder.

"No, Kim! Your boyfriend is on the way to pick you up," you answer, keeping her steady by holding her head with one hand.

His boyfriend's car pulled up at the side of the road, he gets out of the car to help get Kim inside the backseat of his car.

"Do you need a lift?" He asks you.

"No thanks, you better get her home fast," you told him then closed the door of the car door.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'll take a taxi," you assure him.

"Be careful then!" He says to you, then jogs to the opposite side of the car to drive away.

A taxi comes to pick you up, offering his service, but when you're about to open the door, someone stops you.

Minho leans down to talk to the taxi driver, "I'm sorry, but we're not taking the taxi," he says.

You look at him rather blankly, and he looks back at you, "I'll take you home," he says.

You recognize right away from the tone that he's not asking nor offering, he commands you to go home with him.

You comply without saying anything from the moment you got into his car to him parking his car in the basement parking of your apartment building.

None of you move or are in hurry to get out of the car, and Minho turns off the car engine, making it even quieter than it already is.

You take a deep breath, to muster the courage to speak up, "did I hurt you that much?”

He let the words resound inside the car until the sound becomes nonexistent anymore.

He decides not to answer.

"Did I hurt you that much that the year we spent together became nothing to you?" You look away from his direction but being with him like this only makes you exposed and vulnerable, like an open wound.

You have been holding your tears for far too long that once you start crying, the tears won't stop coming out of your eyes.

It seems like Minho decides not to say anything. But that nothing speaks so much, so loud.

It means that, yes, you hurt him so much he can't fathom it in words.

And it hurts you even more.

You unbuckle your safety belt and dash out of his car, taking the emergency stairs instead of the elevator.

You don't want to see him, not after finding out that you hurt him so much that he has no words for it.

You keep climbing the stairs until you run out of breath, you break down on the steps and cry, letting it all out, and let the echo of your cries reminds you of how much it hurts to you too.

You realize how much pain you’ve caused him, for misjudging his limits, pushing him too far, taking him for granted.

You are so conceited to ever think that he wouldn't leave you.

You are so stupid to ever think he'd gladly take you back again with open arms.

While in reality, you are cruel. You're so selfish and heartless.

A sorry won't be enough, never will.

As of that moment, you promise yourself to not make his life harder or try to return to the way you both were.

You take these feelings that you still have for him as a punishment, a curse you put yourself into, and suffer it yourself.

It takes time to finally be able to make yourself a background character in his life.

You avoid seeing him, either at work or home. You go to work earlier than him and go home later than him. You do a lot of work in the field than in the office, but of course, there are times when you meet each other.

When it happens, you bite your tongue and let him pass.

And you will keep doing it until he thinks that you moved on.

"You missed the grand scene!" Kim says to you, whispering gossip like she usually does whenever she gets to see you back from the field.

"Mr. Nighttime news just scolded someone in his team. I don't know what got into him, but he looked so hot mad like that," Kim explains with giggles at the end.

"You're deranged!" You poke fun at her.

She shrugs innocently, "I also heard he broke up with that producer," she adds.

"What a shame that I have to miss all that!" You say with fake enthusiasm.

"Are you going again?" She asks.

"Yeah, I have to cover to help the guys covering soccer," you reply as you shove your things into your bag.

"Girl, we're all paid the same, slow down your roll,"

"Who said that I get paid the same as you?" You joke at her and stick your tongue out at her.

She kicks your office chair until it hits your knee, making you lose your balance, and sending you to topple to the side.

Luckily, someone catches you at the right time.

"Thank you," you muttered to him.

When you look up, Minho is looking down at you. You quickly retract yourself from him, then head inside the elevator that happens to be stopping on your floor.

It has been raining towards the end of the summer, and soon enough, the autumn air would start blowing cold winds your way.

You hate it that when the cold weather comes, all you remember is how Minho used to be worried for all the stray cats and wonder if they all have homes to shelter in.

It's a shame that everyone doesn't know this side of him, the side that he keeps hidden, at how thoughtful and soft-hearted he can be.

You squat down, looking down at the kitten hiding between a stack of folded boxes near the recycle bin, mewling at you, asking for help.

"I don't even know if I'm allowed to have a pet in the building," you say to the blue-eyed and grey furry kitten.

It keeps mewling, desperately seeking shelter and seeing the hope in you.

You hide the kitten inside your hoodie, then take the emergency stairs to prevent anyone from seeing you bringing a cat into the building.

You make a bed for the cat with a folded blanket in the pantry then place a bowl of water to drink.

You crouching down, watch it drinking the water in kitten licks.

"What should I call you?" You ask the kitten.

You pet its head, and it starts purring, "you have until tomorrow to think of a name," and it mewls in response.

You go to work early like usual, but Minho is unusually early on that day, you meet him inside the elevator.

Once it arrived in the lobby, you swiftly make your way out and leave him alone on his elevator ride down to the basement parking.

And work was such a drag, you wait a little later to come home to avoid seeing Minho on your way home.

Someone is waiting for you in the lobby and smiles so brightly at the sight of you.

"Hey, you work late?" He asks you.

"Seungmin, what are you doing here?" You ask in surprise.

"You have another interview?" Not getting ahead of yourself this time.

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm waiting for you,"

"Huh?" You blinked your eyes at him.

"Can we have dinner? Together?" He asks, rubbing his palms over his jeans out of nerves.

"Oh," it surprises you that he really does come to see you.

"Yes," you answered.

He treats you to another fancy dinner, after several meals and glasses of wine later, you catch Seungmin staring at you.

"Why are you staring at me?" You asked, putting down your wine glass, empty with no drop of wine left in it.

"You're beautiful. What else do people stare at you?" He asks you back.

He's smart and good-looking, he has that right amount of wit in him, such a catch!

You laugh at him, biting your lower lip, holding yourself from flirting back at him. You can't blame yourself for how your body reacts to his words, blushing profusely without you intended to.

"Can I talk to you?" He asks you, putting his hands down flat on the table, only inches away from yours.

"Aren't we already talking?" You ask back with a sly smile.

"Can I have your full attention then?" He asks you again with that wit of his.

You nod at him but do not say anything.

"I think you already know that I have feelings for you, Noona," he says to you, the glints in his eyes glimmering, looking alive more than he already is.

You nod again, not like you can get around it by playing dumb, you're not a schoolgirl anymore.

"We don't have to decide everything now. I just hope we can get to know each other better," he says to you, his hand finally reaching for you on the table.

"Take things slowly and take things further when we ready," he continues.

"But I can't decide this on my own," his eyes looking straight into yours.

"I'm asking if," he lifts your hand on the table and intertwines it with his, "I have your permission?"

And he is considerate too. What's not to like about him?

Your heart still aches for Minho but maybe trying to love someone else would help you move on from this part of your life that you find hard to get past.

The wound takes time to heal, but perhaps, Seungmin can also mend you back and make you better.

"Yes," you confidently said, hoping that the wound you carry won't bleed all over him.

You collapse onto the bed once you get back home and play the broadcast of Minho's nighttime news on your phone, letting Minho's voice fill the quiescent of your apartment, fold your hands under your head and close your eyes.

Minho didn't mean to act that way.

Your return to his life took him by surprise he didn't know how to react to it.

He is still hurting, he still thinks of his decision of breaking up with you over and over again until his head hurts.

He is still in love with you, but the pain still lingering inside him tells him to act the opposite way.

Ultimately, he didn't expect you to go this length to win him back.

When he broke up with you that night, you accepted his decision without saying anything and he thought that was what you really wanted.

And you hurt him back by treating him the same way he treated you. It felt like you really knew him, but now it feels like you see right through him.

It hurts him that he couldn't take care of you after seeing your bruised jaw. It hurts him that you have to talk formally to him. It hurts him that even when he looks at you and you look at him, no one has anything to say.

It also hurts him for hurting an innocent girl and dragging her to join in on his scheme to make you jealous.

On that night, he put another test on you, gave you a taste of how great of a pain he had been dealing with since he broke up with you, by telling you how you meant nothing to him.

But it only hurts him more.

Seeing you cry, sobbing with your hands clenched so tight as if to restrain yourself from bursting out of sadness and pain.

He so badly wanted to hold you, asking if you're okay, telling you that it hurts him more than it did to you, telling you how much he wants another chance to start it again with you.

But there seems to be no way back, not after what he had done to you. He blames his selfishness, his immature, hot-headed self for it.

It hurts and it hurts and it hurts. It's pain after pain. An endless torment to both, you and him.

He doesn't realize how much he still cares for you, loves you, craving your presence in his life like oxygen.

These past few weeks had convinced him, no matter how much he doesn't want to believe it, that you have moved on from him.

He saw you going on a date with that baseball player you interviewed a handful of times. He unconsciously followed you two and had dinner by himself just watching the two of you talk and eventually, holding hands.

He was sure he wouldn't regret his decision for breaking up with you.

As he stared at the way you looked back at him with a smile that he was greatly familiar with then he felt it, a hit of tremendous regret.

But if it's the only way he can see you smiling like that, he doesn't mind, he would endure the pain for it.

Even though, it’s painful to see that you are happy without him.

When he came home that night, he sat on the sofa and stayed there in the dark, he pulled out his phone to play videos of you and him together on a picnic.

You were nagging at him for taking bad pictures of you, laughing at the camera, trying to snatch his phone away from him.

"Not fair," you shouted at him in the video.

"Give it to me! I better take the pictures myself," you nagged at him and struggled to get his phone from him.

"I promise, this time I'll take good pictures of you," he said to you.

You rolled your eyes at him, doubting his promise, and tricked him by pretending to give in when you tried to snatch his phone again.

"You can't fool me!" He said to you.

You swat his hand instead, sending his phone dropped onto the picnic mat.

You crawled to grab the phone, but he stopped you, grabbed you by your waist, and pulled you closer until you both lay on the mat.

He grabbed the phone and filmed you both lying next to each other.

"You've been recording a video all this time?" You glared at him.

He laughed with his head pressed to the side of your face, kissing your cheek to console you. He turned your head to face him and without hesitation, kissed your lips.

You returned the kiss, opening your mouth for him, hand fisting the front of his t-shirt.

You took it to your advantage by taking his phone and succeed, but he swatted your hand like you did to him, forcing you to drop the phone.

The video recorded nothing but the sound of your nagging, followed by giggles and sounds of kisses.

"I love you," he faintly said to you.

You giggled again before saying the words back to him, "I love you,"

The video ends with the sound of a good summer day, where the birds sing and the wind made a rustling sound through the tree branches when everything felt so simpler, easier, and happier with you.

Minho took his phone and hit replay.

He lies down on his sofa and let the sound fill the emptiness in his apartment, and his heart.

He sees you coming his way, to get into the elevator, and his hand hovers over the button to keep it open for you.

You avoid his eyes, head down, not saying anything, opposite to the girl he knew, the one he was with, who likes to blabber around, telling him funny things you heard at work or just randomly throwing praises at him.

"I like you in a white fitted shirt,"

"You look good in anything, but my hands look best on you,"

"We can have much more fun when there's only two of us," you once said with a seductive smile.

"Minho..." you sadly called him when he knew you just had a bad day, got on his lap, and let him cradle you like a baby.

He would scratch the back of your head, patting your head while lying down until you fall asleep.

He misses you so much that his heartaches at the thought of you.

He is gripping the script so hard when the staff comes up to him and accidentally crumples it in his hand.

"We're going to replace the entertainment news with a live coverage of the last baseball game of the season," a staff tells him when he's already seated behind the desk, ready for his nighttime news broadcast.

"Yes," he awkwardly answered.

"It'll be 3 minutes, we're not going to ask a lot of questions at the end, but they'll be ready on the prompter," the staff further explained.

Minho nods then fix his ties one more time before the broadcast begins.

"Are we still live when it happens?" Is the first thing you ask the cameraman, who's just as shocked as you.

You were interviewing Seungmin when it happens, right after you finished up the report his teammates dumped a cooler of water on him, but since you were standing so close to him, you got a good splash of it, and one side of your body drenched.

"I-I think so," the cameraman says.

The cold weather doesn't help, it got you shivering in no time.

Other people help you by giving you towels on you to dry and wrap yourself with them.

Seungmin lends you his shirt, and you hurriedly change it in the restroom.

You check your phone and see a new message from Kim.

Are you okay?

She attached a video of you getting splashed right before the camera was cut off.

"Fuck!" You cursed under your breath.

You can imagine being the talk of the office or worse, an internet meme. You wince, but you are way too numb to even think of the aftermath of it.

You agreed to Seungmin drive you home, he stops you before entering his car to put on his jacket on you.

"You don't have to I-"

He puts his hands on your shoulders, "I thought you're giving me permission," he says.

You smile in defeat and nod, then let him open the car door for you.

"Thanks,"

He put the heater on, "is it warm enough for you?" as he checks the heat with his hand.

"Yeah," you reply, clutching his jacket together.

It smells exactly like him, a combination of musk and something soft, powdery of vanilla.

You hate to admit that you miss being treated like this, being taken care of, paid attention to, this sense of belonging to someone.

You look at him, both hands on the steering wheel, his athletic upper body of broad shoulders, toned biceps, and prominent veins on his hands.

Like all that isn't enough to charm you, he's also attentive, kind and polite, cultivated.

Maybe it's time to let go of Minho, not at once but slowly letting go of the hold that only hurts you the longer you hold on.

You failed a relationship with Minho doesn't mean you don't deserve another chance in love.

Because what if you miss a chance to be with someone like Seungmin?

You are too busy with the negative outcomes instead of the positive ones.

What if the relationship works?

Seungmin parked the car just right by the entrance of your apartment building.

"You'd better get inside and get warm," he says to you, rubbing the side of your arm.

You nod at him, "okay,"

You look at each other, smiling in the darkness inside the car, none of you move.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks you, he says it so low it's almost like a whisper.

You softly chuckle then lean in, be the one who initiates first by giving him a quick peck on the lips, "I told you, you have my permission," you remind him as you pull away.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds, still reeling from the fleeting, sweet kiss you gave him, then smiles.

"Goodnight!" You say to him as you get out of the car.

You wave at him until his car pulls away and leaves.

When you got inside the elevator, you've just realized that you are still wearing his jacket.

You stand outside your apartment door and quickly pull out your phone to send Seungmin a text to let him know about his jacket.

Something nudges your elbow, and you turn around to find Minho handing you a package.

"I found it right outside my door when I got home," Minho says to you.

You reluctantly take the package from him, the package is addressed to you, and your name is written on top.

"Thank you," you mutter to him with a thin smile.

You notice Minho is looking at the jacket you are wearing, you hurriedly push open the door with a loud crack, "Goodnight!" You said without looking at him.

You lean against the door as soon as you closed it behind you, you didn't mean to be rude to him, but that's the only way to do it, to put a safe distance and clear boundaries between you.

Truthfully, he is the one who set it in the first place. You are merely following the way he wanted it to be.

You're lucky that it's the weekend.

You kind of already guessed you would get sick from the cold, you've always been prone to cold weather. Flu and cold, you have it at least once during the winter.

When you woke up in the morning with a slight fever and a pounding headache, you know it's one of those times.

You sleep some more, drifting in and out of your sleep with the faint sound of the cat mewling from the direction of the kitchen.

You manage to sleep for another hour, but then someone continuously rings your doorbell, and it's getting annoying now that you reluctantly get up from your bed, staggering to open the door.

"Coming!" You croak to the impatient individual behind the door.

You fumble to unlock the door and pull it open, "yes?" You weakly ask.

It's Minho.

His eyes glared at you, unamused, but there's more to it, almost like a concerned expression.

"Can I help you?" You ask, wiping the cold sweat on your neck with the back of your hand.

He stays quiet for a moment then says, "I keep hearing noises in your apartment and-"

"It's the cat," you point to the cat trailing behind you.

"She's hungry, I'll-" you pause to wipe the sweat from your forehead, "I'll feed her real quick," you resolve, then push the door to close it.

He stops you from closing the door, without asking your permission, walks past you, and lets himself into your apartment.

"Are you aware that no pets are allowed in the building?" He asks you.

You brush your hair to the back, dirty and damp with sweat. You sigh, decide not to answer him but walk to the kitchen, take the cat food out of the lower cabinet and pour it into a bowl.

You fill another bowl with water, then place it in front of the cat.

The cat eagerly comes to the bowl and starts eating.

"She won't make any noise now," you told him.

You have no energy left to deal with him so you walk back to your room, leaving him alone in the living room. You pull up your duvet until it covers your whole body on the bed and tries to go back to sleep.

Minho's guess is right.

He knows you'll get sick after he saw you got splashed with water on a cold night like that.

He runs out of the way to see you and the 'your mail getting into my mailbox' becomes a lame, boring excuse.

Then he heard the constant noises coming from your side of the apartment, then hurriedly goes to your apartment to complain about it.

But what he found is something heartbreaking, he can see that you are sick, your cheeks flushed from your body heat, probably from the fever, and you kept wiping your sweat, you looked wan and unwell.

He didn't mean to complain, but it just came out like that, again, his immature selfishness got to him.

He stands there in the doorway of your bedroom, looking at you sleeping, whimpering in your sleep like you always do whenever you're sick.

It's hard trying not to care when you need to be taken care of.

He goes to the kitchen to get a bowl of lukewarm water and a cloth.

He sits on the edge of your bed and carefully wipes the sweat with the wet cloth, on your face, neck, and hands. He makes sure he cleaned you well, then put a wet towel on your forehead to soothe the fever.

He checks to see your fridge, there's nothing but some leftovers and apples, canned drinks, and bottles of water.

He goes back to his apartment to get some ingredients to cook a meal for you, but he didn't think of getting locked out.

He stands by your door trying to figure out the passcode to enter your apartment, he tries your birthday first, and it didn't work.

He doubts it would work, but he inputs his birthday next and to his surprise, the door clicks open.

He cooks you a meal and lets them sit on the stove so you can reheat it.

He knows he's overstayed his visit, not to mention, going into your apartment without your permission the second time.

He needs to check on you one more time, places a glass of water on your bedside table along with the medicine you have on your medicine box, then checks your temperature with the back of his hand.

He watches you for a moment, your mouth slightly parted, lowly whimpering with your eyes winced like you're having a nightmare.

His heart breaks all over again.

He realized that it must have been hard for you too.

He put strands of hair that stuck to your face, then put a hand on your cheek.

As you sense him, you nuzzle your face closer to his hand, seeking the comfort he brought through his touches.

There's so much he wanted to say to you but what comes out of his mouth at that moment is, "I'm sorry,"

He gets up and finally leaves you alone in your room.

Your doorbell rang for God only knows how many times that you got up from the bed and run to open the door, just to make it stop.

It startles you to find Seungmin standing outside your door, "I'm here for the jacket," he says to you with a puppy smile.

"Jacket?" You ask back then it comes to your mind, the jacket you accidentally took with you that night.

"Oh, yes, jacket," you sigh, feeling stupid.

Both of you look at each other in silence, then realize you haven't let him in.

"Oh my God, please come in!" You told him, step aside to let him into your apartment.

You follow him from behind, then catch your reflection in the mirror, and wince at how terrible you look right now. Hair tousled, a tangled mess, you didn't shower yesterday and you can imagine what you smell like without getting a whiff at it.

"I'm sorry, it's a mess," you say to him, then walk around the apartment picking up things to make it less of a mess.

"Jacket, jacket, jacket," you say repeatedly while looking for his varsity jacket which he lent you that night.

Found it under the pile of your coats, "I haven't washed it. Is it okay?" You meekly hand it to him.

"It's okay," he shortly replies.

"Are you okay? You look pale," he says.

You put your hair behind your ear and hope you still look decent, "I got a fever last night, but I'm okay now," you explain.

"Is it because of that night?"

You awkwardly laugh, "I'm always easily got sick during the cold season,"

"Would you excuse me? I just need to wash up a little bit,"

Or more, you add in your head."Sure," he replies.

"Please, make yourself at home. Help yourself to some drinks in the fridge," you tell him while taking a step backward to your bedroom.

You take a quick shower, only dry your hair as much, and startle yourself as you take a look at your reflection in the mirror. You wouldn't be surprised if he’s gone when you return because of how much you grossed him out.

The smell of food welcomes you instead, and you see Seungmin is stirring something in a pot.

It never crossed your mind that you would see him in your kitchen and is cooking on your stove.

He beams a smile when he notices you are coming his way.

"What are you cooking?" You ask him, looking into the pot and taking a whiff of it again.

"I'm not," he denies, "I'm just reheating what you cooked,"

"Huh?"

The cat mewling at the sight of you asking for food, you hurriedly fill her bowls with food and water, and pat her head as she dips her head into the bowl.

"Where do you keep the bowls?" He asks you.

"I'll do it!" You volunteered, getting up from squatting down on the kitchen floor.

You recognize the cook right away as you take your first spoonful of soup into your mouth, who exactly made this because you have tasted his cook so many times.

You almost choked on it, suddenly finding it hard to swallow it down your throat.

"It's good," Seungmin brightly says after he tastes the soup.

You put on a smile for him and push it down your throat.

You decide to take a walk after a late breakfast with Seungmin, have a coffee on the way, and enjoy the crisp, cool autumn air.

You sit on the bench, watching two puppies playing on the field and playfully bite each other.

"That one with brown fur looks like you," you tell him, half laughing.

Seungmin chuckles, "why?"

"Adorable but feisty," you shortly reply.

After finishing your coffee, you walk back to your apartment and stop at the entrance since Seungmin has to leave for his practice.

"I'm sorry that I haven't washed your jacket,”

He shrugs, "it's okay, I kind of like it,"

You chuckle at him.

"I like it now that it smells like you," he says to you.

You can't help but smile, he always says those kinds of things when you least expect it.

"You perv!" You poke fun at him, unable to find cheeky things to say back to him, lightly punch him on the arm instead.

He catches your hand to pull you closer, "I'll see you again," he says to you, holding your frame.

He smiles down at you, takes a long look at your face as if he would never see you again then slowly presses his lips on you.

The kiss is sweet and intoxicating that you find your hands looping around his neck, your body closing in on him.

He holds you as he deepens the kiss and breaks the kiss with a smile.

"Bye," he says to you as he places a quick peck on your lips.

"Bye," you breathlessly say back to him, then shyly return the deed.

You feel like floating as you make your way back to your apartment, but before that, you have one thing to do. You push the doorbell and patiently wait for him to open the door.

He is holding a cup of coffee in his other hand while the other keeps the door open, looking surprised to see you.

"Uhm… Thank you for the soup!" you sincerely utter your gratitude to him.

It seems like he doesn't expect you would say such a thing to him, he opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly come up with something else you want to talk about with him.

"But I'd really appreciate it if you didn't come to my apartment without my permission ever again," you sternly say to him, putting on a serious face.

He wants things to go this way, and you are giving him what he wants, that it's over, and there's nothing to do about it anymore.

"Good day," you finish with a thin smile, then walk back to your apartment.

Apart from everyone knowing you are the girl who got splashed during your live coverage, everyone talks about you being seen wearing his jacket from a picture that is going around on the internet.

Not to belittle his popularity, but you're glad that Seungmin hasn't gained that much popularity for everyone in the country to talk about it.

"Are you? Or are you not dating him?" Kim teases you and pulls your chair to face her.

You bite the end of your pen between your teeth and give her a sly smile.

"Yes or yes?"

You shrug, not answering her question.

"You slick!" Kim spins your chair and pushes it back to your desk.

You are more scared for Seungmin. What if he doesn't like being seen with you? Or worse, what if he has a second thought about dating you?

You send a text to Seungmin to make sure he's not taking the swirling rumors too seriously, and you are more than glad to just step back, being nobody to him again if you have to.

He doesn't reply yet even after you arrived at your apartment.

Someone rings the doorbell and you smile thinking it's him but found the landlord instead.

She looks angry, hands defensively folded in front of her, "I know you're keeping a pet inside,"

You got caught red-handed, and there's no way around it but to come clean, "Please, let me explain myself," you plead.

But it seems like she already has a list of things she wanted to complain to you and going through it one by one without a break, not giving you a chance to defend yourself.

In the middle of it, you see Minho comes out of his apartment and walks up to you.

"Why don't we get inside and sort things out in a calm manner," he injects himself into the conversation.

"I'm not mad. I'm just telling her the rules she broke in our lease," the landlord snaps at him.

"Yes, we can always solve it to-"

"There's no way to solve it, she's at fault!" The landlord snaps at him again then glares at you. She walks away looking even more pissed off than before.

You groan out of frustration, rest your back against the door, then look down at your feet, reorganizing your breathing to calm yourself down.

"I told you that pets are not allowed in the building," he says to you.

You sigh and ball your hands into fists, you already have enough of him trying to mind your business, "I can handle it myself," you sternly told him.

"I'm just trying to help," he says.

"I appreciate the help, but no thanks," you say back.

"Why are you like this?"

You completely lost it at that moment, "no, you should ask that yourself!" You poke his chest with your index finger.

"Why are you like this? You treat me like a stranger, our relationship is nonexistent to you, and now all of sudden you want to help?" You don't mean to push him hard but turns out, you push him hard enough to send him staggering backward.

You let out a heavy sigh and bite down your tears, upset that he made you lose your patience just like that.

"Make up your goddamn mind!" You say to him, then head back inside, slamming the door so hard the sound echoes through the hallway.

You sit on the steps of the emergency stairs to avoid seeing Minho, just staring out at the void and trying to gather your thoughts.

The cat helplessly mewls inside the carrier like she knows she will be sent off to someone else’s home.

You let her out of the carrier and place her on your lap, petting her back until she gets comfortable.

"Just a few days," you tell her.

The cat turns around on your lap and faces you, she slowly and deliberately blinks at you.

"You can trust me," you tell her.

The cat purrs on your thigh in response.

Not long after, your phone vibrated with a new text from Seungmin. You put the cat back into the carrier and dash outside to the parking lot.

Seungmin waves at you to let you know where he is, and you can see the brightness of his smile even from a distance away.

"Hey, I hope you're not busy," you say.

"I don't have any other choice, my friend at work, Kim is allergic to cats," you explain, feeling bad because you don't mean to burden him with your sudden favor.

He lightly shakes his head, "it's not a big deal," he answers, then takes the carrier from you.

"Just a few days. The landlord isn't upset, but she wants me to move to the next building as soon as possible," you hand him another bag filled with cat food.

"I hope things work out well," he responds as he opens the car door and places the carrier in the backseat.

You suddenly get sentimental about parting with the cat, you bend down just enough to look at her, "bye-bye for now," you tell her, then closes the car door.

"Anyway, what's the cat's name?" He asks you.

"I haven't named her yet," you answer while foolishly laughing.

And he laughs along with you.

"Please, take care of her!" You say to him, looking into his eyes even though you can't see it when he wears his baseball cap low like that.

"I will," he promises you.

You reach for his cap and take it off of him, revealing his freshly showered hair, tousled and damp with the smell of his shampoo. He must have just gotten out of practice when you called to ask him about keeping your cat for a few days.

"As much as I like seeing you in baseball caps," you take the cap and put it behind you, "I cannot see your beautiful face," you take a step closer and confidently look up at him, to see if he would kiss you.

He softly chuckles and snatches the cap back from you, but it's just an excuse to put his hands around you.

He leans in but not quite kissing you yet, smiling with his eyes gleaming under the last sliver of daylight.

"I'm sorry about the picture," you tell him.

"What picture?" He asks, utterly confused.

"There's this picture going around the internet of me wearing your jacket," you elaborate.

"Ah," he exclaims, then puts his hands on each side of your waist, "I really don't care about that kind of thing," he says.

You sigh in relief, you knew he's not the type to fuss over such things.

"But that kind of things matter, you're getting more popular now," you say to him, tipping your head to the back to look up at him.

He leans in closer until the tip of his nose meets yours, "yeah, but I get it from baseball, not rumors," he says.

You nod, agreeing with him, but your eyes are now focusing on his lips, and so does he.

"I have to go back to arrange a few things with the landlord," you say to him, your voice dropped so low without you intended to.

"Okay," he says.

But none of you are willing to let go.

Seungmin leans in even closer, brushing his lips over your cheek, then brings his mouth close to your ear.

"I don't want to say goodnight yet," he says to you.

You put your hands on him and trace his broad shoulders against his varsity jacket until your hands meet on the nape of his neck.

Seungmin drags his lips down your jaw, then kisses you there, on your chin, so close yet not where you wanted him the most.

You let out a gasp of disappointment.

"You're such a tease," you mutter to him with a pout.

Then he finally kisses you right at that moment.

His lips on your lips, soft and soft, gliding over yours, his tongue gently swiping over.

He's so good at it, kissing you and driving you crazy at the same time. You can feel the sparks, that fiery excitement in everything he does with you. The kisses are explosive, bursting with so much passion, each one of them.

You feel hopeful that maybe Seungmin is the one who can get you out of your misery.

He slowly let go of the kiss, and you almost let out a moan of complaint, but hold yourself back.

"I'll see you again," he says to you, take the cap you are holding, then put it on.

"See you again," you say to him with your mouth still agape from his kiss.

"Let’s go buy a dress! I can't be the only one dressing up for this thing," Kim says as she slides an invitation.

You pick it up to open it, "what's this?"

"The TV station's anniversary," she shortly replies.

It's this Friday, you still have two days to prepare yourself and be a loyal friend to Kim as the only two girls on the sports news team.

"Let's dress up real fancy!" You say to her, then hold up your hand for a high five.

"Fuck yes!" She says back as she returns the high five.

The baseball season doesn't start until spring, you spend most of your time in the office or helping the other journalists covering the news.

You hunt for dresses after work with Kim in order to get her approval and what kind of fancy you are aiming for and to avoid overdoing it.

It's been a long time since you haven't spent time with another girl, going shopping, trying on make-up, eating dinner, and having a few drinks together, all the things that you should be doing to put your mind off things.

As usual, Kim's boyfriend gives you a drive home at the end of the night, and you give Kim a quick hug before closing the car door.

You struggle to carry your shopping bags upstairs, you hastily drop them by the time you got inside your apartment, sighing in relief. It's so empty now without the cat meowing to welcome you or that annoying mewling she does when asking for food.

You rush to get out of the shower when you hear the banging on your door instead of the ringing of your doorbell.

You heavily sigh, wondering what kind of doom waiting for you behind the door this time.

Minho crashes his body at yours the second you opened the door, almost sending you falling to the back. You hold him up, using all of your strength to put him on his feet but failing.

"I'm home," he tells you, slurring his words.

From his alcohol-tinted breath, you can tell that he has been drinking.

You try to make him stand on his feet but fail again.

"Hold me!" He begs you, wrapping his arms around you.

"Minho, you're heavy!" You complain, staying on your stance to hold him against you.

He tightens his arms around you and presses his head on your chest, "when you hold me like this, I can feel your heart beating," he mumbles to you.

It's so unlike him to be reckless like this, drunk and acting foolish. You drag him with you to his door and force him to come to his sense so he can tell you the passcode to his apartment.

"I need the passcode! I'm getting tired!" You complain to him between your pants.

Minho doesn't say anything but nestles his head on the crook of your neck, "Happy anniversary!" He says to you.

"Huh?"

"Anniversary," he mumbles.

"2 years," he adds then slumps on your chest, that you have no other option but to hoist him up again.

"Minho!" You call his name out of annoyance while shaking his body awake.

"Minho..." you shake his body harder, but he is still far from being sober.

"The passcode, please?" You ask, completely frustrated.

"Anniversary," he answers.

You heavily sigh again, not only that you're wearing a bathrobe but also trying to get four digits number from him when he's drunk out of his mind like this.

“Happy anniversary,” he mumbles again and again.

It takes you a while to realize that the passcode is the date of your anniversary.

You enter the numbers into the panel, and it clicks open.

You walk him to the sofa in his living room and lay him there, taking off his shoes and putting a glass of water on the table next to the sofa.

You sit next to him and watch him sleeping, eyes closed with dark, long eyelashes fanning out beautifully along his eyelids. He's beautiful just how you remember him, his nose, his lips, and those eyes that always intensely gaze at you.

It always scares you to look into his eyes, afraid that you'd be falling in love again.

"What did we do wrong, Minho?" You ask him.

You unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt, then hold him by his neck; he suddenly catches your hand and holds it close to his cheek.

"Happy anniversary!" He mumbles again.

Today is indeed your anniversary, you remember it, and he still remembers it too. Looking back at it now, it only brings back hurtful memories.

"There's no anniversary, Minho!" You softly say.

"I made a mistake. I ended us," you remind him.

You get and make your way to the door, you turn around to see him, and you think maybe it's time.

You hurt each other enough, and you're getting tired of playing the game.

It's time to let go.

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ecstasy | 4.1k+, threesome, smoking, fem!reader, minor fear play, stomach bulge, drinking, aki fucks you ontop of angel

"Smoking is bad for you, you really shouldn't do it." Aki scolded the person with long red hair in front of him.

"Like you're the one to talk," He replied with an eyeroll.

It was an everyday occurrence to see the two of them working together. Some people around the Devil Hunters division speculated they were together, intimately and otherwise. Though the thought has crossed your mind, it wasn't something you bet on like the rest of the office. Besides, that's not something you do to your coworkers or friends, for that matter.

You walked up to the front doors of the office building before Aki called out your name. With your hand on the door you turned your head to him with a softened expression. You watched him puff on a cigarette before placing it back into Angel's mouth. "Kishibe said he has a job for us again today, shouldn't be too difficult and said we'd be done by lunch. Mind picking up the papers and doing the brief with him?"

It was unlike Aki to not attend the briefing, but you nodded anyway. "He got chewed out by Kishibe." Angel piped up.

"You said you didn't hear anything," Aki replied. His face was a bit red, but that could've been because it was freezing outside.

Still, hearing your supervisor was chewed out by his supervisor has a nice way of making you laugh. Angel shrugged and dropped the cigarette to the ground, you watched Aki stomp it out.

"Do you mind if I try it? Should probably take some edge off before speaking to Kishibe myself," You asked as you walked towards them. Angel grabbed the packet from Aki's pocket and started to open it. Before he could do so, Aki snatched it from his hand.

"Absolutely not. Now go speak with Kishibe so we can go. We'll be at the car." Aki turned and started to walk towards the parking lot. Angel gave you a shrug as he looked up at you through his half-lidded eyes before turning and following Aki.

The briefing with Kishibe didn't happen. He stapled the information to the office door and locked it. He was either pissed off or too drunk to care. You opened and read over the paper as you walked to the parking lot. They were right, it was easy. There was no reason for the three of them to be on this assignment, just one Devil Hunter could do it in 10 minutes tops.

On the way to the parking lot to search for Aki and Angel, you were still confused over the fact the three of you were going on this mission. Once you got outside. Aki waved a hand at you. Angel was leaning against the silver door and Aki was towering over him. Aki towered over most people, he was a mountain in height. You made your way over to them, standing off to the space beside them. "What did Kishibe say?" Aki asked as he took a step closer to you to see the paper you held out.

"He actually wasn't there, this was taped to his office door though." You passed the paper to him, watching Angel's lidded eyes scan from you to Aki. "It's an easy devil to get rid of, there isn't much of a need to have all of us on the job. We’re not even using all of division 4 for this, they could’ve given this to a new recruit on their own.” You laughed at the thought. Aki glanced up at you and then down to Angel.

“We could make a bet out of it,” Aki says as he folds the paper and shoves it into the side pocket on his suit jacket. The comment piques Angel’s interest enough to get him to speak.

“What kind of bet?” Angel stole the words you were about to speak.

Aki pondered for a moment, “If you can complete this mission on your own I’ll buy you an Angel an all you can eat dinner.”

“And what if she fails?” Angel spoke before you, again. You glared at him, seeing he didn’t believe in you.

Aki laughed, “Then you can house Angel for a week. He’s been with Denji, Power, and I and there isn’t enough room for me to clean and have time to myself. I need to clean and just relax for a bit.” He said, picking his words carefully as he glanced down at Angel.

"That's fine, I wouldn't mind the company anyways. My place is too quiet." You shrug as you open the back seat to Aki's car.

"W-wait," Aki said making you pause halfway into getting in the backseat. "You can't have something like that if you call for us to help. You gotta have something that you'll hate."

You ponder for a moment as you sit down, "There isn't a lot I would hate. This seems more like a break for you if I lose, so that's fine with me."

Aki thought for a moment before climbing into the driver's seat, Angel soon followed in the passenger seat. He cramped his wings close to his body as he sat there. "You can sleep some on the way if you're tired," You said from the backseat.

"He's already asleep," Aki chuckled as he turned out of the parking lot. Angel was still a mysterious devil to you, you were aware of his limitations when it came to physical contact but you weren't sure where and when those limitations stopped.

The car ride was astonishingly quiet. It wasn't abnormal to say that you and Aki didn't talk regularly, but there was a faint comfort in the silences you shared. You remembered back to your first day, before Angel had joined Division 4 himself. You were so nervous to speak that Aki took you outside for some fresh air after you introduced yourself under the wrong name, but really he wanted a smoke and you followed him like a lost puppy. That day got better, but it's funny to reminisce on it.

Aki parked the car on the side of the road, once the car stopped it seemed Angel stirred and was disoriented as he glanced around. You all filed out if the car and began to walk to an abandoned building behind a store where the devil was rumored to last be seen. "When should the timer start?" Angel asked, the grogginess of his voice carried as he rubbed at his eyes.

"The timer started when we left the car. She's got about 9 minutes left," Aki said unenthusiastically.

"Are you serious?" You replied, more annoyed than anything. Aki nodded once before you sped up your walking in search for the devil.

Fortunately, you were able to single handedly kill the devil within three minutes of finding it. Unfortunately, it took a total of twenty minutes just to find the devil.

You slumped into the backseat of Aki's car, "Let's get some lunch. Drinks on me," Aki chuckled as he reached back and patted your knee for a job-well-done. You rolled your eyes at him, but didn't say no to drinks on him.

Aki picked a little izakaya place for the tree of you to casually eat and drink. The atmosphere there was very light, you all arrived after the lunch rush and before the dinner crowd. You sighed happily as you sat on your knees on the pillow seat provided. Aki and Angel Devil sat across from you, you all looked at the menu.

"What are you guys getting?" Angel asked as he sat the menu aside.

"I'm going to get this," Aki says, pointing to a food item on the menu. "Do you want to share? I can always get two."

You looked up from your menu to find Angel leaned over towards Aki as they shared a menu. "Are you two dating?" You decide to ask.

The question obviously took them by surprise, but neither of them pushed back on it. "Not particularly." Angel said as he glanced up at Aki. "It's difficult to make and maintain any relationship when you can't touch someone without draining their life span. And, I don't like wearing gloves all the time."

"But," Aki starts. You shift your gaze towards him and notice the tips of his ears have become red. Before he can continue, your waiter comes by. You all placed your orders and the waiter quickly went off to get the order fixed. "That doesn't mean we haven't done things," he continued.

You tried to hide your surprise as your waiter brought over your drinks. You all thanked them and proceeded to sit in silence for a moment. "Why are you asking?" Angel piped up after drinking half of his beer.

Feeling a slight buzz with one beer down, you never called yourself a lightweight but you don't have a high tolerance either. "I was just curious how being intimate worked for you," you said as your drink was replaced by the waiter.

"You mean intimacy or sex exclusively?" Angel asked. You almost spit your drink up at his abruptness. Never was one to be discreet or talk around something. Angel preferred to know, speak, and do things out right. You just answered with a small nod as your face turned bright red.

"Well, Angel's hair is something you can touch." Aki showed you by picking up a strand and combing through it. "And I can touch him through cloth without fear of draining my life. I don't mind wearing gloves. And-"

"How about we just show her sometime?" Angel offers while staring at you through his half lidded eyes. "I don't mind sharing you, and if she wants to know so bad she can just see and experience it."

You were beyond flustered at this point. You quickly drank the rest of your beer as Aki and Angel exchanged glances. It is impossible now for you to read what they may be thinking. Drinking on your empty stomach was a bad idea, you were grateful you didn't need to return to work afterwards and could sleep your drunken haze off.

At some point the waiter brought over your food that was ordered, having eyes much larger than your stomachs. Luckily, you all managed to eat your share and Angel had a larger appetite than you expected.

You were teetering on the line of being drunk and nicely buzzed from the amount of beers you had that you almost tripped out of the izakaya's door. Aki quickly gripped your waist to make sure you stepped off the single step fully. You blushed, feeling his hand on your hip as he steadied you before removing it. "Th-thank you," you slurred.

"Don't mention it. Let's get you and Angel over to your place since you lost the bet," Aki said with a softened smile.

Back at your apartment, you realized just how little items you had. It was always just enough for you, having your job in Devil Hunting meant you weren't supposed to get attached to many things. The place was small, having only spent the nights and days off here you didn't feel the need to own a larger place.

You invited Angel in, Aki followed. In the narrow mud space you all took off your shoes. "Are you staying, Aki?" You asked, leaning against the wall to brace yourself from falling over.

"It would be rude to leave you in the state your in," He laughed softly as he tried to help you over to your couch.

"I'm fine, I'm not even drunk." You weren't lying, but you enjoyed the help to the couch. "Aren't Denji and Power going to wreck your place if they're alone too long?"

Aki chucked, "If anything they already have." He sat you down in the middle and sat beside you. Angel sat on the opposite side, making sure to keep a bit of distance between you two. You huffed as you looked around for the remote to the TV. You crawl over Angel to grab it off the side table, "Gotcha!" You slurred as you sat back down. You flipped through the channels before settling on a rerun of a kids show.

"I used to love this show!" Slipping out of your uniform jacket you laid it across the coffee table as you began to loosen your tie.

"This is boring, Aki are we supposed to wait until the end of my stay for us to fuck her or what?" His voice was annoyingly monotone, but his eyes actually had some emotion in them. Your gaze towards Angel was cut short when Aki placed his finger under your chin and guided your face towards him.

"I think you should be asking her permission, not mine." You jumped from their forwardness.

"I-I never wanted to be apart of what you two do behind closed doors. I was merely curious how it worked with Angel's ability." You tried to deflect, but Angel was quick to rebuttal.

"Nonsense, we've been partners at work for awhile and you asked us questions rather than assuming." Angel pulled your back against his chest. You pushed the thought that he touched your skin out of your brain, knowing he wouldn't be so careless with two devil hunters here. Angel's lithe fingers made their way to your thighs, he squeezed slightly as Aki moved in to plant kisses along your neck. A sudden warmth filled your core and dissipated outwards.

Aki's fingers slipped their way up your chest, thumbing over the buttons that adorned your uniform. He removed his lips from your neck, placing his forehead to yours. "Do you want us to continue?" Aki asked, panting softly as he stopped moving to make sure you wanted this as much as them. Boy did you.

You would be lying to yourself if the thought of them tending to you in such a vulnerable state didn't cross your mind when your fingers were deep into your wet cunt. You wanted to be good for them, to beg for them to touch you. The heat between your legs was welling up as you answered, "Y-yes. Please," you manage to reply.

"Good girl," Aki smiled at you as he moved to kiss your forehead. You didn't expect Aki to be as loving and gentle as he was, and you certainly didn't expect Angel to be the one grabbing at you as his hands moved up your body to your breasts. He cupped your breasts and squeezed slightly, enticing a low moan from you.

"Put your gloves on if you wish to touch her more, if not you'll just have to watch." Aki told Angel as he started to unbutton your shirt. He placed his lips back on your neck.

"I didn't bring them," Angel said. His voice growled with disappointment. You whined as he moved his hands from you.

"Sorry baby, he didn't bring them." Aki cooed to you as he rubbed his hand over your breasts. Once he unbuttoned your uniform he shrugged it off your shoulders and started to plant kisses down your chest. You leaned back more against Angel, moaning softly as you looked down at Aki.

Aki moved himself between your legs on the couch, rubbing up one slowly as he moves his hand around the small of your back. He took his lips off your warm skin to place a slow peck to your lips. Before he could move away you grabbed his suit jacket and pulled him into you. You were sandwiched between Aki and Angel, letting your lips fall against Aki's. He pulled you into him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding yours. A moment later he laid you back down as you found Angel made himself more comfortable on the couch, you were laid back between his legs, your head against his chest.

In a motion you missed, Aki had undone your bra and slipped it off of you. You were laying under him with your chest exposed, panting softly. He leaned back down to kiss your chest, kisses trailing down to your exposed breasts. As he began to suck at your hard nipples, he trailed his hand down to your pants. With one hand he unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper. With your help you wiggled out of them and watched him drop them to the side of the couch.

You found your hand running through his hair, pulling the band he uses to keep it up out and putting it around your wrist. Aki moaned around your nipple, causing you to bite your lip. You felt that you could climax just from this skilled tongue on your bare chest, but you wanted to enjoy the moment as much as possible.

Aki's hand slipped down to your panties, he ran his finger over your clothed slit. You gasped and jerked slightly as his cold finger traced your needy clip. "You're so wet for us," Aki said as he glanced between you and Angel. A groan could be heard behind you as Angel was trying to contain himself from touching you.

"Please taste her and tell me what she tastes like," Angel was begging Aki at this point. Your insides twisted hearing his whining for you. Aki smirked and grabbed your legs as he moved his face between them. He planted chaste kisses on either side of your thighs, looking up at you with each one. A few stolen glances up towards Angel.

Aki subconsciously licked his lips as he pulled your panties to the side, exhaling a "fuck…" when your wet pussy was fully exposed. You whimpered at his words, leg muscles flexing. He moved his thumb to your clit, rubbing in slow circles to start. You gripped at Angel's knees on either side of you, biting your lip. You needed him to speed up, you were aching, yearning, screaming for him and a release.

It didn't take long for Aki to replace his fingers with his tongue, desperate to taste you and hear your voice, having you squirm under his tongue. And squirm you did. The moment his tongue lapped at your needy cunt you were pudy in his hands. "So…sweet," He half moaned into your cunt.

Angel shifted behind you, you pretended to not notice the large bulge pressing into your back. "Do you want a taste, Angel?" Aki asks. The question has Angel practically begging for a taste and you feel your pulse rise, curious to what Aki will do. You watched Aki pull a black latex glove from his pocket, stretching it over his hand. Public Service were given gloves in order to deal with discarded devils without ruining their hands or possible contamination, those same clean gloves Aki was now using to sink his digits into your wanting hole. His mouth finding his way to your clit once more, licking and sucking at it while he curves his fingers up inside you. His free hand pushes your lower stomach down so you don't buck your hips more than you already were. Your back was arching off of Angel as Aki worked his fingers into your tight hole.

Your release soon followed as Aki curled his fingers into you, your legs shook as you rode out your climax. You watched as Aki pried himself from your cunt, pulling his gloved fingers from your soaking cunt. He moved up your body, kissing your cheek before reaching his gloved fingers covered in your slick past Angel's lips.

Your breath hitched as you watched them, Angel greedily licking up your come from Aki's fingers. "Good boy," Aki purred as he pushed his fingers deeper past his lips. Your glossed over eyes staring up at them, you end up whining as you watch them, your hands moving to undress Aki's bulge at your face.

"Seems we've neglected this poor thing too long," Angel chuckles softly as he dares to run a hand loosely through your hair. Aki sits up, shrugging off his jacket and working on his shirt.

"Can you get on your hands and knees over Angel for me, baby?" Aki asks, a hand cupping your cheek before planting a kiss against your lips. Once he stands up to work on his pants, you get up and move yourself on top of Angel. Your hands resting on either side of his chest. Angel has freed his cock as well, his hand slowly palming at it. The tip was pink, begging for release.

You felt Aki move in behind you, his fingers reaching around your hip to rub your clit once more. Closing your eyes, you moaned softly. Your cunt still needy even after its climax a moment ago. Aki positioned himself to your entrance, guiding his cock into you. "Shit..," you moaned out as just his tip stretched your cunt. A proud chuckle escaped his lips as he slowly pushed deeper, allowing you time to get used to the feeling of him inside you.

You never knew just how big he was until he bottomed out inside you, a small bulge in your lower stomach. You moaned out when his hips hit against yours. Aki was patient, letting you get used to all of him, every vein, every curve. You, on the other hand, need and want more, rolling your hips back into him. As much as Aki enjoyed the sight of you fucking yourself on his cock, but he needed to feel your cunt tighten around him because of him.

He ran his fingers down your back as you continued to buck your hips instinctively into him, his trimmed fingernails leaving light red streaks down your back. Testing the waters, Aki pulled back from you some before thrusting right back in, leaving you a moaning mess already. Underneath you Angel was greedily palming at his swollen cock, watching your face in pleasure as Aki began to fuck you. Snapping his hips into yours, you threw your head down in pleasure as you rested it on Angel's chest, feeling his chest heave as his breathing hitched. "H-how does she feel, Aki?"

"T-tight," Aki huffed out in a moan. You didn't mean to clench your muscles when Angel asked, but he was just twisting your insides as Aki was rearranging them. Angel moaned out as he jerked his cock faster, from his angle it looked like you were riding him. Right now, you wish you could. You needed to keep reminding yourself you couldn't touch him or your hazy mind would allow you to kiss him.

As Aki picked up pace on thrusting into you, he found his fingers running through your hair, gripping at the base and pulling you up to look at Angel. Arching your back at his pull, Aki's cock was hitting a spot to drive you crazy. He pushed you forward more so you were almost touching Angel, your mouth hangs open as you keep moaning out, "Aki.. fuck, Aki."

He bent over you to whisper in your ear, his breath hot as he kept pistoning himself into you. "Be a good girl and moan Angel's name for me, you'll drive him wild baby." He planted a kiss to your temple before sitting back up and fucking you harder.

The moans that followed were pure ecstasy to the men, they were louder than before, Aki continuing to hit the spot to drive you insane. "Angel!" You moaned out, Aki holding your face in front of his, Angel's eyes grew wide. His face was redder than you've ever seen it, his wings twitching against him. "I-I'm gonna cum… Angel, please." You moaned and begged him. You could feel your release swelling as Aki slammed into you. Your legs began to shake, Aki's hand wrapping around your waist to catch you as you came around his cock. Aki follows in your wake with a grunt and a few snaps of his hips. Angel was the last to climax, the combined moans of the two of you washing over him, his wings fluttering behind him as he released himself and coated your stomach.

Once everyone calmed down enough, Angel apologized for cumming on you and Aki explained his cum was surprisingly safe from his ability. Situating yourselves comfortably on the couch, Aki put his pants back on and Angel tucked himself away, but you laid your back against Aki's chest. You drapped Aki's work button-up over your arms, buttoning the middle four just to covernyourself.

Aki lit a cigarette as you all watched TV, knowing he shouldn't do so inside, but sex was better when sharing one after. He passed it to you, you took one puff before coughing a lot and trying to give it to Angel. Aki laughed, putting his hand on your head and rubbing your hair, "Smoking is bad for you."

"I'll bring my gloves next time," Angel grumbled as you put your feet against his leg. Next time, huh? Yeah, next time.

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Chapter 9: I HAVE THE WORST FAMILY REUNION EVER

"Well you've already discovered a missing, illegitimate half-sibling and the black sheep is the one hosting, so how bad can it go?" Even Will's smile looked a bit strained though as he couldn't spin this as a good thing when Thalia read the new chapter title.

"As long as Sally isn't there," Nico muttered quietly enough Percy wouldn't hear and freak out.

Annabeth volunteered to go alone since she had the cap of invisibility, but I convinced her it was too dangerous. Either we all went together, or nobody went.

"Nobody!" Tyson voted. "Please?"

"That's two votes for Annabeth," Will chuckled to himself, before noticing Nico's odd frown and whispering, "part of the original story-" but Thalia was already reading again before he could continue, so he mouthed lunch. Nico nodded and found himself looking forward to it.

But in the end he came along, nervously chewing on his huge fingernails. We stopped at our cabin long enough to gather our stuff. We figured whatever happened, we would not be staying another night aboard the zombie cruise ship, even if they did have million-dollar bingo.

"Wise choice, bet it was Annabeth's," Thalia grinned.

"Million-dollar bingo sounds like a scam anyways," Percy muttered rather than agreeing.

I made sure Riptide was in my pocket,

"Where else would it be?" Magnus frowned, wasn't it always there?

"I slept with it under my pillow and had to make sure it reappeared," Percy shrugged.

and the vitamins and thermos from Hermes were at the top of my bag. I didn't want Tyson to carry everything, but he insisted, and Annabeth told me not to worry about it. Tyson could carry three full duffel bags over his shoulder as easily as I could carry a backpack.

We sneaked through the corridors, following the ship's YOU ARE HERE signs toward the admiralty suite. Annabeth scouted ahead invisibly. We hid whenever someone passed by, but most of the people we saw were just glassy-eyed zombie passengers.

As we came up the stairs to deck thirteen, where the admiralty suite was supposed to be, Annabeth hissed, "Hide!" and shoved us into a supply closet.

I heard a couple of guys coming down the hall.

"You see that Aethiopian drakon in the cargo hold?" one of them said.

"I'm not going to like knowing what that is am I?" Magnus frowned.

"Is a dragon ever good news?" Alex frowned along.

'It fits in the cargo hold, might not be too bad?' Hearth signed without hope.

Thalia was to disheartened by remembering the only time she'd seen the blessing of Ares, the exact details of why to depressing to even laugh at their naivety.

Will halfheartedly explained the difference between drakon's and dragon's while Thalia barely let the news settle before she quickly read on.

The other laughed. "Yeah, it's awesome."

Annabeth was still invisible, but she squeezed my arm hard. I got a feeling I should know that second guy's voice.

'Huh, wonder what that feels like,' Hearth rolled his eyes.

"A feeling that is never helpful to us," Jason grumbled, positive it wasn't Luke again, but wishing Neptune had given them an audiobook now.

"I hear they got two more coming," the familiar voice said. "They keep arriving at this rate, oh, man, no contest!"

"It's no fun if there's no contest," but there was no heart to Alex's snide little comment, he knew this could not, in any way, be fun.

The voices faded down the corridor.

"That was Chris Rodriguez!"

"Are we supposed to know that name?" Jason protested.

"No, Percy hadn't mentioned him yet," Will shrugged with a sad smile he'd even known him well enough to recognize his voice, he wasn't so sure Percy would have known his at the time if he even knew he existed.

Annabeth took off her cap and turned visible. "You remember— from Cabin Eleven."

I sort of recalled Chris from the summer before. He was one of those undetermined campers who got stuck in the Hermes cabin because his Olympian dad or mom never claimed him.

Will's smile vanished entirely, as even he only dimly recalled Chris very well among the various Hermes kids. He'd been one of the many sent to cabin 11 who'd gone around to all the other campers when he first arrived trying to figure out who his godly parent was but never quite figured it out. After the Titan War, Hermes had claimed him as promised, but Chris hadn't exactly yelled and cheered as he sat next to Clarisse at the campfire that night.

Nobody really understood how it was possible Hermes, after all those years, hadn't once answered his prayers amongst his own siblings. What could have changed if just the tiniest amount of thought had gone into this child? Had Hermes stopped claiming his kids because of what was prophesied about Luke? They'd never really know.

Now that I thought about it, I realized I hadn't seen Chris at camp this summer. "What's another half-blood doing here?"

"Luke was lonely and wanted company," Thalia spat.

Percy wanted to protest that made no sense, but a small little part of him instantly understood that had nothing to do with his headache returning.

Annabeth shook her head, clearly troubled.

We kept going down the corridor. I didn't need maps anymore to know I was getting close to Luke.

"Does he have his own you are here dot now?" Alex smirked.

I sensed something cold and unpleasant—the presence of evil.

The expression faded from Alex's face as he watched Thalia again flinch. He didn't know as she did how intrinsically Luke was already tied to Kronos, how much worse it could get, but the fact Percy already sensed it made her realize just how unprepared she was to get that first-hand account in the Labyrinth, her own memories of seeing him like that in the Battle...gods please, she wanted out of here before that! She'd pray to Zeus if she had to!

"Percy." Annabeth stopped suddenly. "Look."

She stood in front of a glass wall looking down into the multistory canyon that ran through the middle of the ship. At the bottom was the Promenade—a mall full of shops—

"Oh that's what that meant," Jason tried to say cheerfully. Everyone had gone eerily silent as Thalia kept reading in an ever-shaking voice, but he couldn't stand not trying to do something to help her. "Nobody told me what a Promenade was and I thought it had something to do with pomegranate lemonade."

Percy snorted beside her and Thalia looked up with mild exasperation again. "This is the reason Artemis loathes having boys on her missions, all you think about is food." She knew he'd been joking though, and the silly comment helped her to at least sound mildly more calm again as she kept going.

but that's not what had caught Annabeth's attention.

"Good of her to avoid that cliché," Will grinned.

"I bet if it had been Waterland merchandise she would have caved," Nico muttered.

Will chuckled in surprise and quietly agreed, "or a bookstore."

Thalia was ignoring their obviously whispered conversation and still reading, so they had to turn away, but both were now smiling faintly.

A group of monsters had assembled in front of the candy store:

"That would catch anyone's attention," Percy said tragically, as he couldn't say with an honest heart which he would be more likely to prioritize, especially if they had blue jelly beans.

a dozen Laistrygonian giants like the ones who'd attacked me with dodge balls, two hellhounds, and a few even stranger creatures—humanoid females with twin serpent tails instead of legs.

"Scythian Dracaenae," Annabeth whispered. "Dragon women."

"That is so cool!" Magnus gasped. "Like Medusa but more sociable?"

"Remember that when they're trying to kill you," Will shivered.

'Not if they're hanging next to Canadians,' Hearth agreed.

"Does this just confirm there's a human-animal hybrid for everything out there?" Alex grinned. He was ignored, mostly because, he was probably right.

The monsters made a semicircle around a young guy in Greek armor who was hacking on a straw dummy. A lump formed in my throat when I realized the dummy was wearing an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. As we watched, the guy in armor stabbed the dummy through its belly and ripped upward. Straw flew everywhere. The monsters cheered and howled.

The idea of why Chris was there only theorized moments ago now fell like a wave crashing into this room though as they only got confirmation. Luke wasn't the only child of the gods in this strife, and that was more dangerous than any of those monsters. Because that guy in Greek armor could waltz into Camp even if the borders were healed.

Annabeth stepped away from the window. Her face was ashen.

Hopefully it wasn't because Annabeth had recognized another missing friend, Will thought as he sat back in his seat. This was bad enough.

Nico watched Will's growing distress and felt more useless than ever. He knew the feeling of betrayal well, some days it felt like he'd never met a soul who hadn't let him down in some way, but knew it wasn't the same as Will's grave face for this. Just because he healed the injuries of battle didn't mean he knew how gruesome war could get.

"Come on," I told her, trying to sound braver than I felt. "The sooner we find Luke the better."

After hearing all of this though, Jason now wondered if it would even be enough. Luke was obviously the ring-leader in this anti-gods ship, but it wouldn't be hard for somebody to take his place as easily as half-bloods and monsters alike were amassing.

At the end of the hallway were double oak doors that looked like they must lead somewhere important. When we were thirty feet away, Tyson stopped. "Voices inside."

"You can hear that far?" I asked.

Hearth looked baffled at the question. 'How far can you hear?' He asked his friend.

Magnus was stumped for a moment as he'd never counted or knew the average, but assured, 'not from that far behind doors. Must be a cyclops thing.'

Tyson closed his eye like he was concentrating hard. Then his voice changed, becoming a husky approximation of Luke's. "—the prophecy ourselves. The fools won't know which way to turn."

Hearth was fascinated at the idea. He'd come across a ventriloquist street vendor once and Blitz had to explain to him what he was doing, despite the subtle shifts in his expression indicating he was doing something with his voice. He'd met a few foreign people and struggled to read their lips as their accents completely changed certain ways their mouths moved the letters. He wondered if he'd be able to read Tyson's lips and grasp whether he was speaking for someone else or not.

Before I could react, Tyson's voice changed again, becoming deeper and gruffer, like the other guy we'd heard talking to Luke outside the cafeteria. "You really think the old horseman is gone for good?"

Tyson laughed Luke's laugh. "They can't trust him. Not with the skeletons in his closet.

Something of this had been mentioned before, but they'd thought Chiron had gotten in trouble for not being able to cure the tree. It hadn't been a great answer, but an answer. This implied there was even more to the centaur to learn.

The poisoning of the tree was the final straw."

"What was the first straw?" Percy muttered, and he wasn't even imagining Chiron eating hay. That much.

Annabeth shivered. "Stop that, Tyson! How do you do that? It's creepy."

Tyson opened his eye and looked puzzled. "Just listening."

"Keep going," I said. "What else are they saying?"

Tyson closed his eye again.

He hissed in the gruff man's voice: "Quiet!" Then Luke's voice, whispering: "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Tyson said in the gruff voice. "Right outside."

Too late, I realized what was happening.

I just had time to say, "Run!" when the doors of the stateroom burst open and there was Luke, flanked by two hairy giants armed with javelins, their bronze tips aimed right at our chests.

"Well," Luke said with a crooked smile. "If it isn't my two favorite cousins. Come right in."

"I'm terrified of what you have to do to make that list," Will scoffed.

The stateroom was beautiful, and it was horrible.

"Interior designing is a hard balance," Alex said tragically.

The beautiful part: Huge windows curved along the back wall, looking out over the stern of the ship. Green sea and blue sky stretched all the way to the horizon. A Persian rug covered the floor. Two plush sofas occupied the middle of the room, with a canopied bed in one corner and a mahogany dining table in the other. The table was loaded with food—pizza boxes, bottles of soda, and a stack of roast beef sandwiches on a silver platter.

The horrible part: On a velvet dais at the back of the room lay a ten-foot-long golden casket.

"That is a mood killer even pizza can't fix," Magnus frowned. "Is he arranging his own funeral?"

"Finger's crossed," Jason scowled as Thalia grew paler by the sentence.

A sarcophagus, engraved with Ancient Greek scenes of cities in flames and heroes dying grisly deaths. Despite the sunlight streaming through the windows, the casket made the whole room feel cold.

"Did Hades make it?" Jason was sort of joking, but also distinctly remembered his palace being described similarly but black instead of gold.

"Or Will and Nico did an arts and crafts project together," Alex smirked. It was the odd embodiment of watching Will and Nico sit next to each other anyways.

Nico gave them a thousand-yard glare and was reconsidering maybe he should just go sit alone and forgo Will's oddly refreshing company when said boy snapped, "this thing is no joke guys!" His voice was of the most mild reprimand, he knew they didn't know better and were just goofing around in a story they had no direct involvement in, but he didn't think this was something to be laughed at.

"All right," Alex shrugged, "fair enough."

Jason was even more confused and watched Nico intently.

"Well," Luke said, spreading his arms proudly. "A little nicer than Cabin Eleven, huh?"

"Is betraying the world all it takes to get an upgraded room?" Magnus frowned.

'Good to know you wouldn't sacrifice me for a canopy bed,' Hearth grinned.

He'd changed since the last summer. Instead of Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt, he wore a button-down shirt, khaki pants, and leather loafers. His sandy hair, which used to be so unruly, was now clipped short. He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college-age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.

"There's a wardrobe upgrade too!" Alex mock fanned himself. "He sounds like a putz!"

"Please don't invite them to golf, please don't do it," Thalia played along. She didn't think mocking Luke would make her feel better, but she would have applauded Alex saying that to his face, so it couldn't make her feel worse.

He still had the scar under his eye—a jagged white line from his battle with a dragon. And propped against the sofa was his magical sword, Backbiter, glinting strangely with its halfsteel, half-Celestial bronze blade that could kill both mortals and monsters.

"I should be a lot more insulted he didn't seem to feel the need to grab that when he saw me, let alone realized there were intruders," Percy crossed his arms.

"Sit," he told us. He waved his hand and three dining chairs scooted themselves into the center of the room.

Well that was weird, everyone except Thalia noted as her heart broke a little bit more how far gone Luke must already be to have attained any kind of powers like that.

None of us sat.

"Rude," Will paused and pretended to reconsider, "but since I think he's about to offer you poison wine we can forgive your manners."

"Percy couldn't show a modicum of respect for Ares," Jason reminded, seeming oddly pleased he finally hadn't stuttered over the right god's name to use. "I don't see it happening to this guy."

Luke's large friends were still pointing their javelins at us. They looked like twins, but they weren't human. They stood about eight feet tall, for one thing, and wore only blue jeans, probably because their enormous chests were already shag-carpeted with thick brown fur. They had claws for fingernails, feet like paws. Their noses were snoutlike, and their teeth were all pointed canines.

"Are those werewolves?" Magnus seemed resigned by this point everything existed.

"No," Thalia said confidently, "bear twins, ugly story." Their hatred of the gods for what Aphrodite did was one of those moments she almost felt sympathy for their grief.

Jason frowned for another reason, an awful beat of pain for some connection he was missing there. Wolves, twins...but it wouldn't come together.

All Magnus seemed to hear was that nobody had disputed the knowledge of werewolves and now wondered when the vampires were going to show up too.

"Where are my manners?" Luke said smoothly.

"In that pit I assume," Nico muttered.

"These are my assistants, Agrius and Oreius. Perhaps you've heard of them."

I said nothing.

"It would just be awkward to say hello at that point, what with the javelins, manners or not," Alex nodded.

Despite the javelins pointed at me, it wasn't the bear twins who scared me.

I'd imagined meeting Luke again many times since he'd tried to kill me last summer. I'd pictured myself boldly standing up to him, challenging him to a duel. But now that we were face-to-face, I could barely stop my hands from shaking.

Percy looked down shamefully to see they were again. It was anger and fear, betrayal and, yeah a bit more anger but on Annabeth's behalf for how she'd been seemingly looking at a ghost. He'd thought Luke had been his friend, he hadn't even known if he could trust Tyson because of the backstabbing and scorpion stabbing and everything else. Here was his chance to do something about it all, and he could already feel the chasm Luke had wanted him to die in deep inside him. He'd done nothing to his most hated enemy to turn any of that back on him.

"You don't know Agrius and Oreius's story?" Luke asked. "Their mother ... well, it's sad, really. Aphrodite ordered the young woman to fall in love. She refused and ran to Artemis for help. Artemis let her become one of her maiden huntresses, but Aphrodite got her revenge. She bewitched the young woman into falling in love with a bear. When Artemis found out, she abandoned the girl in disgust. Typical of the gods, wouldn't you say? They fight with one another and the poor humans get caught in the middle.

Thalia knew of this myth of course, as Artemis's lieutenant she studied every story surrounding her patron. She had never asked Artemis about this or many others, she knew the cold dismissal she would get same as all of her Hunters, Polyphonte had broken her vow.

If Artemis had punished Aphrodite by simply getting revenge on one of the love goddess' favored worshipers or something at the time, it wouldn't have made that better. Thalia herself had been caught in the middle of the gods war for being born. It was simply a story to live with in service of a better outcome for the next person.

That was the difference between her and Luke. Rather than hating the gods for what they'd done, she kept hoping they'd do better, whereas Kronos would kill them all without thinking twice.

The girl's twin sons here, Agrius and Oreius, have no love for Olympus. They like half-bloods well enough, though ..."

"For lunch," Agrius growled. His gruff voice was the one I'd heard talking with Luke earlier.

"Hehe! Hehe!" His brother Oreius laughed, licking his fur-lined lips. He kept laughing like he was having an asthmatic fit until Luke and Agrius both stared at him.

"Shut up, you idiot!" Agrius growled. "Go punish yourself!"

Oreius whimpered. He trudged over to the corner of the room, slumped onto a stool, and banged his forehead against the dining table, making the silver plates rattle.

Thalia didn't glance up to see Will's troubled expression as he wished he could step in and stop that even if it would get him a spear jab from Agrius and no thanks in sight. She couldn't smile at Nico and Hearth for their quiet concentration on the story. She didn't notice Alex and Magnus exchange pitiful glances while Percy was still studying his hands and Jason looked on the verge of saying something for her ever growing anger at reading this.

Luke acted like this was perfectly normal behavior. He made himself comfortable on the sofa and propped his feet up on the coffee table.

"I really hope there's not a god of hospitality, or everyone in there is screwed now," Magnus muttered.

"Well, Percy, we let you survive another year. I hope you appreciated it. How's your mom? How's school?"

"Small talk is a dwindling social activity that should be kept alive," Thalia said with such a pointed look the others wanted to duck what topic she'd get started in on him with as he danced around what he did to her.

"You poisoned Thalia's tree."

Thalia read that in the same breath as Percy shouted it, and the combined frustration and hostility between the two of them made all of their hair stand on end at the powerful current that crackled through the ocean.

She didn't have to remind Percy this time, he'd felt it too and for the first time down here his skin tingled unpleasantly as she kept reading with more power at every scorn he'd done her.

Luke sighed. "Right to the point, eh? Okay, sure I poisoned the tree. So what?"

So what! That's all she got? She didn't know what she would have been expecting, remorse? An explanation? Her essence had been as expendable to Luke as Percy's life last year. That's all she was to him anymore, a so what!

"How could you?" Annabeth sounded so angry I thought she'd explode. "Thalia saved your life! Our lives! How could you dishonor her—"

Thalia longed to be in that room so much she was convinced Artemis would have sent her back in time to do it in that moment. To put an arrow through Luke's eye, to be beside Annabeth and get her and Percy out of a torture even Hades couldn't come up with being trapped in this.

"I didn't dishonor her!" Luke snapped. "The gods dishonored her, Annabeth! If Thalia were alive, she'd be on my side."

She made such a horribly awful laugh at that every one of them felt the need to duck, and it would do them no good.

"Liar!"

"If you knew what was coming, you'd understand—"

"I understand you want to destroy the camp!" she yelled. "You're a monster!"

Luke shook his head. "The gods have blinded you. Can't you imagine a world without them, Annabeth? What good is that ancient history you study? Three thousand years of baggage! The West is rotten to the core. It has to be destroyed. Join me! We can start the world anew. We could use your intelligence, Annabeth."

Percy felt useless as he longed to snatch the book away from Thalia lest she rip it apart, but that would only get him turned into swiss cheese as she shouted this. Was finally forced to confront and face the backwards reality she'd woken up in Annabeth herself hadn't seemed to believe until this moment what Luke was really committed to doing. He'd just stood there as she'd yelled with such anger the ship might have capsized from her force and was so again as Thalia was near shouting.

"Because you have none of your own!"

Magnus and Alex cheered while Jason and Will both laughed. Even Nico cracked a grin, Thalia would swear it, but Percy did nothing but keep watching her with an intense focus. He wanted Annabeth away from this confrontation as badly as she did.

It was a relief to focus on that and not Luke bandaging her wounds as she forced herself to keep going even as she kept picturing every detail like a new jagged piece of glass in her mind, but her voice had calmed, somewhat.

His eyes narrowed. "I know you, Annabeth. You deserve better than tagging along on some hopeless quest to save the camp. Half-Blood Hill will be overrun by monsters within the month. The heroes who survive will have no choice but to join us or be hunted to extinction.

Jason sat there furiously imagining beating Luke's face into Thalia's tree just for suggesting this. He didn't know where he'd been before all this, but he had faith in that moment he'd drop everything and run to help stop this!

You really want to be on a losing team ... with company like this?" Luke pointed at Tyson.

"Hey!" I said.

"Traveling with a Cyclops," Luke chided. "Talk about dishonoring Thalia's memory! I'm surprised at you, Annabeth. You of all people—"

"Stop it!" she shouted.

I didn't know what Luke was talking about, but Annabeth buried her head in her hands like she was about to cry.

There was a roaring noise in their ears as the water swelled around the room as if about to take on a life of its own, crackling with power. Percy and Thalia had been doing a pretty good job so far about keeping each other in check, but now they'd just been given a common enemy. Luke had hurt Annabeth so badly in that moment that if somebody didn't do something, the two of them might kill off the entire ocean's ecosystem on the spot.

Jason spoke with a calm sense of urgency. An expectancy to be listened to but no force as if commanding it. "I really can't wait to meet Annabeth." He didn't even know what to call that moment, someone who was clearly questioning her own velleity regarding Tyson but had never wavered from her determination for this quest.

The reminder worked though, both of them pushed down on that murderous feeling to keep going back towards the end of this, where home was waiting.

"Leave her alone," I said. "And leave Tyson out this."

Luke laughed. "Oh, yeah, I heard. Your father claimed him."

That was oddly specific knowledge for him to have to be comfortable, but Magnus tried to convince himself for a moment Luke had just worked that out for himself with a cyclops on this mission.

I must have looked surprised, because Luke smiled. "Yes, Percy, I know all about that. And about your plan to find the Fleece. What were those coordinates, again ... 30, 31, 75, 12? You see, I still have friends at camp who keep me posted."

Alex made a noise like an angry cat as they realized there was another backstabber in that Camp. As if Luke hadn't caused enough problems last time!

It wasn't real surprise though, the strategist in Jason understood. Instead of having all those loyal to Luke defect with him onto this ship, it was actually smarter to leave some behind. Didn't make this less annoying.

"Spies, you mean."

He shrugged. "How many insults from your father can you stand, Percy? You think he's grateful to you? You think Poseidon cares for you any more than he cares for this monster?"

Percy clenched his hands tight and wished he'd drawn his sword on Luke already. He and Tyson had their doubts, but at least they'd never tried to kill anyone over it!

Tyson clenched his fists and made a rumbling sound down in his throat.

Nico made a delighted laugh that sent chills down all of their spines more than an angry cyclops could do. Luke had just gained an enemy in Tyson, and Nico knew he'd regret it.

Luke just chuckled. "The gods are so using you, Percy. Do you have any idea what's in store for you if you reach your sixteenth birthday? Has Chiron even told you the prophecy?"

I wanted to get in Luke's face and tell him off, but as usual, he knew just how to throw me off balance.

Sixteenth birthday?

Percy rubbed his fingers together and recalled studying his face in the mirror last night. How old was he? A teenager, certainly, but definitely not eighteen. Had he even reached sixteen yet? Was this why he'd been hidden away? What did this great prophecy have to do with such an uneventful day as August 18th?

I mean, I knew Chiron had received a prophecy from the Oracle many years ago. I knew part of it was about me. But, if I reached my sixteenth birthday? I didn't like the sound of that.

"I know what I need to know," I managed. "Like, who my enemies are."

'A valiant answer,' Hearth wanted to agree, 'but a tad forthcoming.' Percy had essentially answered how in the dark he was, and it left nobody much comfort Luke clearly knew what was coming.

"Then you're a fool."

Hearthstone winced at having agreed with Luke while Magnus assured, 'we know Luke's wrong, Percy's dad does care about him. That doesn't make leaving him in the dark right though.' He was still just a tad angry at him and Blitz befriending him underneath this nine-worlds concept, but he believed they were friends no matter how it had started even if he still wanted to know why.

Tyson smashed the nearest dining chair to splinters. "Percy is not a fool!"

Before I could stop him, he charged Luke. His fists came down toward Luke's head—a double overhead blow that would've knocked a hole in titanium—but the bear twins intercepted.

They each caught one of Tyson's arms and stopped him cold. They pushed him back and Tyson stumbled. He fell to the carpet so hard the deck shook.

Nico put his hands down on either side of his seat to make sure he was still sitting instead of jumping up and gasping in shock like a moron. Not only had Percy once again failed to stop this, but those creatures had stopped Tyson in his tracks from what Nico had been sure was going to be an easy victory of the cyclops chucking him out the window while they made a run for it. These books would not cease until he had a single foundation unshattered.

"Too bad, Cyclops," Luke said. "Looks like my grizzly friends together are more than a match for your strength. Maybe I should let them—"

"Luke," I cut in. "Listen to me. Your father sent us."

"I don't think that's going to help," Alex mock whispered.

"Can't make things worse," Will murmured. Maybe, for just a moment, Luke would remember his dad did care. Their parents didn't always show it as well as they liked, but-

His face turned the color of pepperoni. "Don't—even— mention him."

or not, he sighed.

Nico watched the forlorn look on Will's face and realized he wasn't the only one having a bad day. He didn't know how close Luke and Will used to be, but it was clear he wasn't the only one being let down repeatedly lately.

Thalia couldn't even keep reading with a sense of anything except lingering anger. No smugness in her Percy had finally gotten under his skin, no triumph for it being Luke's turn caught off guard here. Just a calm anger in every syllable for them to hurry up and get off his boat!

It was plenty scary without the threat of death to the rest of them.

"He told us to take this boat. I thought it was just for a ride, but he sent us here to find you. He told me he won't give up on you, no matter how angry you are."

"I don't know how you demand a refund from the god of travels, but I think Percy should look into it," Alex muttered for Magnus Hermes may have gotten them killed for this naïve hope anybody could talk sense into this nutjob.

"Angry?" Luke roared. "Give up on me? He abandoned me, Percy! I want Olympus destroyed! Every throne crushed to rubble! You tell Hermes it's going to happen, too.

Luke was just toying with them, Jason instantly realized. Percy wouldn't be able to tell Mercury anything if they were going to be held prisoner or even killed on that ship.

Each time a half-blood joins us, the Olympians grow weaker and we grow stronger. He grows stronger." Luke pointed to the gold sarcophagus.

The box creeped me out, but I was determined not to show it. "So?" I demanded. "What's so special ..."

Then it hit me, what might be inside the sarcophagus. The temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. "Whoa, you don't mean—"

"He is re-forming," Luke said. "Little by little, we're calling his life force out of the pit. With every recruit who pledges our cause, another small piece appears—"

"That's disgusting!" Annabeth said.

Luke sneered at her. "Your mother was born from Zeus's split skull, Annabeth. I wouldn't talk.

"I thought we all agreed not to discuss how bizarre that godly side could get," Will looked especially put out and betrayed Luke was bringing up something he knew Annabeth and most Athena kids were kind of sensitive about. Never ask one of them if they had a belly button.

Soon there will be enough of the titan lord so that we can make him whole again. We will piece together a new body for him, a work worthy of the forges of Hephaestus."

Magnus couldn't begin to imagine how unstoppable something like that must be. The essence of a titan the gods feared, in the body empowered by all his followers. No matter what description the book inevitably might give of what was inside that coffin, he didn't think he'd see it coming.

"You're insane," Annabeth said.

"Join us and you'll be rewarded. We have powerful friends, sponsors rich enough to buy this cruise ship and much more. Percy, your mother will never have to work again. You can buy her a mansion. You can have power, fame—whatever you want. Annabeth, you can realize your dream of being an architect. You can build a monument to last a thousand years. A temple to the lords of the next age!"

It was almost sad to Hearth Luke so easily believed this. Luke had a list of grievances, most of which he could sympathize with for how much his own parents loathed his existence, but Luke had sacrificed essentially nothing to get where he was. How did he ever think Kronos would make due on these promises, have faith in a being that had already been slain with only lingering nightmares to show for it?

"Go to Tartarus," she said.

Luke sighed. "A shame."

He picked up something that looked like a TV remote and pressed a red button. Within seconds the door of the stateroom opened and two uniformed crew members came in, armed with nightsticks. They had the same glassy-eyed look as the other mortals I'd seen, but I had a feeling this wouldn't make them any less dangerous in a fight.

"Ah, good, security," Luke said, "I'm afraid we have some stowaways."

"Yes, sir," they said dreamily.

Luke turned to Oreius. "It's time to feed the Aethiopian drakon.

Even if Thalia knew Annabeth made it out of this, even if she hadn't her sister's suspicions and being the living confirmation Luke had wanted them to escape to fulfill this plan; his dismissal, his utter lack of care for sending Annabeth to her doom felt like a slap in the face all over again. She didn't know how far Luke would have gone to resurrect Kronos. If the Titan had asked, would Luke have killed her right then to see these plans through?

Take these fools below and show them how it's done."

Oreius grinned stupidly. "Hehe! Hehe!"

"Let me go, too," Agrius grumbled. "My brother is worthless. That Cyclops—"

"Don't judge someone by their siblings," Percy scowled. He only briefly wondered why one of these odd bear-twins was somehow better than the other, but all the more in his favor if his much stronger half-brother could get them out of this.

"Is no threat," Luke said. He glanced back at the golden casket, as if something were troubling him. "Agrius, stay here. We have important matters to discuss."

"But—"

"Oreius, don't fail me. Stay in the hold to make sure the drakon is properly fed."

Oreius prodded us with his javelin and herded us out of the stateroom, followed by the two human security guards.

As I walked down the corridor with Oreius's javelin poking me in the back, I thought about what Luke had said—that the bear twins together were a match for Tyson's strength. But maybe separately ...

Nico wasn't as surprised this time, almost like he'd been bracing himself for it that Percy needed help and couldn't do all of this single-handed. Still a bit odd to have confirmed, but it was slowly wearing off.

We exited the corridor amidships and walked across an open deck lined with lifeboats. I knew the ship well enough to realize this would be our last look at sunlight. Once we got to the other side, we'd take the elevator down into the hold, and that would be it.

I looked at Tyson and said, "Now."

Thank the gods, he understood. He turned and smacked Oreius thirty feet backward into the swimming pool,

"Cannot believe anybody at camp was calling him clueless," Will grinned and wished he could capture that moment on film.

right into the middle of the zombie tourist family.

"Bad bear," Alex said helpfully.

"Did you have to call them zombies?" Magnus shivered in disgust and hoped they were okay.

"Ah!" the kids yelled in unison. "We are not having a blast in the pool!"

"Percy just ruining everybody's vacation," Jason nodded.

"And he's just getting started," Thalia finally smiled again, a predatory expression as she looked forward to this stupid ship being blown up eventually and hearing about gerbil Percy on Circe's island even sooner. There was more to this than having Luke repeatedly stabbing her in the back, she would make it through these rough patches to hear her friend making the best of it!

One of the security guards drew his nightstick, but Annabeth knocked the wind out of him with a well-placed kick. The other guard ran for the nearest alarm box.

"Stop him!" Annabeth yelled, but it was too late.

Just before I banged him on head with a deck chair, he hit the alarm.

Red lights flashed. Sirens wailed.

"Lifeboat!" I yelled.

We ran for the nearest one.

"Thank the gods you don't consider yourself captain of every ship," Nico said drolly.

By the time we got the cover off, monsters and more security men were swarming the deck, pushing aside tourists and waiters with trays of tropical drinks. A guy in Greek armor drew his sword and charged, but slipped in a puddle of piña colada.

Magnus started humming a song his mom used to sing all the time and Alex had to bite his lip to stop from laughing at that playing over the speakers during all this now.

Laistrygonian archers assembled on the deck above us, notching arrows in their enormous bows.

"How do you launch this thing?" screamed Annabeth.

A hellhound leaped at me, but Tyson slammed it aside with a fire extinguisher.

"Bad puppy," Alex shook his fist with triumph.

"Of all the running gags," Percy frowned at him even if he didn't disagree.

"Just embodying Tysons's spirit, you're welcome," Alex shrugged.

"Get in!" I yelled. I uncapped Riptide and slashed the first volley of arrows out of the air. Any second we would be overwhelmed.

The lifeboat was hanging over the side of the ship, high above the water. Annabeth and Tyson were having no luck with the release pulley.

I jumped in beside them.

"Hold on!" I yelled, and I cut the ropes.

"To what?" Jason protested. "You cut the ropes!"

"Him, obviously," Will cackled. "No better time for a group hug!"

A shower of arrows whistled over our heads as we free-fell toward the ocean.

"And they lived happily ever after," Thalia snorted as she made to hand Nico the book.

"They just threw themselves overboard into a sea filled with plenty of deadly things before they even reach their actual Sea," Nico rolled his eyes at her as he accepted it. "I wouldn't hold your breath."

#Percy Jackson #PJO #reading the books #Thalia Grace #Jason Grace #Alex Fierro #Magnus Chase #Hearthstone #Nico Di Angelo #Will Solace #HDYSG #fierrochase #solangelo #percabeth

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esamastation · 3 years

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Roy doesn't know exactly when the new alchemist joins them on the field.

It's a bad time - they're establishing a new camp in the town and the area is under constant assault, it seems. Small strikes on all sides, seemingly from nowhere, taking out a man there, another there, crippling a truck, taking out a road… The Ishvalans are using some sort of network of tunnels, the brass thinks, and it's Roy's job to smoke them out. So that's what he's been doing, seemingly all week… smoking out the supposed tunnels.

There are no tunnels, though. The Ishvalans are just getting desperate and in their desperation they're figuring out new methods. They have home field advantage and new tricks of camouflaging themselves in the rubble that used to be their home. Ruins of a people, blending in the ruins the Amestrians had made of their houses. They're learning to live with it, to work with it, because it's all they have - and they're getting good because they have little choice in the matter.

No one is listening to Roy when he points it out, though. There's a dismissiveness to the higher ups, when it comes to the evolution of Ishvalan tactics. "What are they doing now, praying for better guns?" As though this war, hasn't already gone on three times as long as originally projected.

Roy is thinking about it, staring at a crooked, unlit cigarette someone had put into his shaking hands, when he's introduced to the new alchemist.

"Good news, Mustang," Hughes says, with absolutely no joy in his cheerful smile, and less so in his cheerful voice. It sounds like he's chewing charcoal. "You're getting partner."

Roy looks up, his mind still in the meeting room, thinking about numbers on a map, how they didn't quite capture the reality of charred skeletons. It takes a moment for what he sees in front of him to sink in.

Another blue uniform, still pressed sharp and bright new under the beige overcoat that's supposed to protect it and it's wearer from the dust and heat of Ishval. What stands before him isn't a soldier though - it's barely a man. It's a short blond boy, no older than sixteen at most, with heavy non-regulation boots and silver watch chain at his hip.

The horror and disgust that wells up it's barely a blip before it's smothered under, oh, of course, and shit, are we here already? Then Roy stands up, puts the unlit cigarette away and holds out his right hand.

"Major Roy Mustang - the Flame Alchemist."

The blond boy smiles, crooked and sharp and just as mirthless as Hughes beside him. "Nick Flamel - the Fullmetal Alchemist." His grip is tight and brief, his hand gloved.

He'd be the newest youngest State Alchemist then. Roy had heard his record had been beaten, though he hadn't really paid attention to who or how.

Hughes looks between them and for a moment his eyes show a certain desperation. Then he covers it up and pats Flamel's shoulder. "Fullmetal here is stationed under you until he gets a hang of things - you'll show him the ropes, teach him what's what."

Keep him alive, is what Hughes' eyes say, and no wonder. Being as young as he is, the kid can't have much in the way of training. Alchemists don't need to go through basic, after all - they're not there to march or shoot guns or stand in lines. Flamel had probably just gotten his watch, his uniform, and a one way ticket to Ishval. To one of the worst, most contested zones at that. Shit.

Did the brass send the kid here to die?

"What's your specialty - metallurgical transmutation?" Roy asks.

"I don't have a speciality, really," Flamel says and pushes his hands into the pockets of his overcoat. It doesn't quite fit him right - too wide across shoulders, a bit too long. They'd either left some growing room, or they just didn't have a uniform small enough. "But I'm damn good at environmental alchemy, which I figure is what I'll be doing the most around here."

Roy blinks. "Environmental alchemy," he repeats.

"I can make the battleground my bitch," Flamel says, his crooked smile sharpening.

And abruptly Roy is already exhausted with the kid. He's one of those, then, a cocky little sumbitch, top of his class and talk of the town, so used to being the top dog of his little bubble that he has no concept of what the real world is like outside that little bubble. Guys like him come swaggering in all the time, all big talk and smug grins, so sure they're going to be carrying their little superiority complexes spotlessly over the finish line that they walk into the first fucking landmine that comes across.

Roy sees himself holding the kid's hand after he gets gunned down, still thinking himself invulnerable, and it's exhausting.

"What?" Flamel asks, suspicious at his silence.

Hughes, giving the kid the exact same look Roy must be, clears his throat. "How about you show us?" he suggests. "So we'll have an idea what we're working with here."

Flamel arches a brow at that and then looks around, light brown - or are they burnished gold? - eyes narrowing in thought.

Their camp is still a mess from the last attack - they're fixing the fences and filling the holes in the road that got busted in the smattering of mortar fire from two days ago. The perimeter is more secure now, for a given value of secure. They'd chosen the highest spot in the town, the temple mount, to give them a high vantage point - better than being penned into a valley. It leaves them pretty damn open though.

Flamel looks over the houses they'd taken over, the tents pitched in the streets and the flag of Amestris hung over the prayer hall, and clicks his tongue. Then he claps his hands together, and crouches down.

For a split of a second, barely a blink, it looks like he's praying.

Then he slaps his hands on the street beneath their feet - and in a crackle of alchemical energy and rumble of displaced earth, the street reforms. The dirt flattens, grows perfect paving stones, shifts to form neat walkways on the sides, even forming gutters. Between one breath and the next, they have a perfect Amestrian city street, formed from the dust of Ishval, surrounded by Ishvalan buildings.

While the soldiers on the newly reformed street let out shouts of shock, Roy just stares, his mind trying to jump hoops figuring out how the kid just did that. Circles in his skin, under his sleeves, inside his gloves…?

Hughes whistles, hiding his wild eyes in a squint. "Nice. You know, it doesn't rain much around here," he comments.

"So?" Flamel asks.

"The gutters aren't really necessary."

Flamel looks at the street he'd made, hands resting on his hips, and shrugs. "Eh, can't hurt," he says and motions at the street. "Anyway, imagine that, but spikes instead of paving stones."

Roy swallows and looks at the kid, who's just standing there, seemingly in no way bothered. Fullmetal doesn't look smug or proud of what he'd done, only grinning a little bit at the way the soldiers throw away their shovels, no longer needed. If this isn't something for the him to even brag about, then…

Roy has in his head an image of the kid doing a field of spikes under a charging assault force, eviscerating people by the dozens, and it's clearly not Flamel's only trick. It's probably not even in his top five.

Fuck, the kid would end up with a three digit death toll by his first engagement.

"Right," Roy says. He isn't sure what his face is doing but going Hughes' expression, it's probably not good. "You can make gutters. How about trenches?"

Flamel grins, his eyes like molten metal. "Try me."

By the end of the week - no, by the end of the day their camp is hugely improved by Flamel. The fence is turned into a solid stone wall, constructed within minutes from the remains of bombed out houses. Another pile of rubble is turned into a watch tower. They have trenches, they have pits, Flamel even adds a moat and spikes around the camp, like they're in an ancient fortress or something. Hell, there's even gargoyles in the corners of the wall.

They go from one of the least secure camps to one of the most heavily fortified seemingly overnight. It's a huge boost to troop morale - not so for Roy's sanity. Flamel doesn't even look winded by the end of his improvements.

"How are you doing the circles?" Roy asks finally - bit of a social Faux Pas among alchemists, especially military alchemists, but he has to ask. Flamel made entire buildings, and he hadn't stopped to draw a single sigil.

"In my head," Flamel says, shrugging. Like that makes any sense.

Roy looks at him and then at the changes he's made, and can't say it's impossible - he can see the results with his own eyes. And they're more than impressive, they're…

Flamel isn't going to be here long, he realises. Whether the brass send the kid here to get rid of him or not, the moment word about Flamel's real abilities spread, he'd be snagged by the first general with any fucking sense. The kid's a powerhouse. Roy is too, of course, that's why he's here - but Fullmetal is a different kind of powerhouse. Just by himself, he would be able to establish a secure foothold in the middle of enemy territory and that's not someone you just let sit idle.

Roy looks at the kid and feels torn between feeling sorry, jealous and a little bit bitter. If only he was a bit higher in rank, he could keep Flamel and make a full use his abilities - and maybe keep him from becoming a mass murderer in the process.

"What was your exam like?" Roy asks. There's no way the kid showed even a fraction of these abilities, he wouldn't be here at all if he had. "How'd you end up with a name like Fullmetal?" From what he'd seen something like Earth Moving or Groundbreaking would've been more apt.

"I made a spear in my exam," Flamel says, not looking at him. "And pointed it at Bradley."

"... And they didn't arrest you?"

Flamel smirks a little and looks at him. "What did you do?" he asks. "I bet you scorched something."

Roy had. He'd been welcomed in on the spot. "Training dummies," he agrees, giving him a pointed look. "Because I don't have a death wish."

Flamel shrugs. "It got me what I wanted," he says and stretches his arms. "So, what comes next?"

Roy looks at their newly secure camp. "Depends on the Colonel, but I bet you'll be doing more road work. We need a clear path in and out of the town."

Even though the town is officially theirs, that doesn't stop the guerilla attacks - but now, with a secure camp, all they needed was a clear path for troops to move in and then it'd be only a matter of time. If the two of them weren't already reassigned by then, they'd be after the supply line was secure. Alchemists weren't wasted in safe stations.

"But that's tomorrow's problem," Roy decides. "Come in, kid - let's get something to eat."

- - -

Nostalgia is doing rounds in my brain.

#Fanfiction #Fma #fullmetal alchemist #roy mustang #edward elric #time travel #Ishval war

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azucanela · 4 years

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bakugou/todoroki reacting to their s.o. who usually wears long sleeves and pants wearing a casual dress? please feel free to include anyone else! also if it's ok can you add a bit of spice or smth 👉👈

REACTING TO S/O WEARING A DRESS HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[ft. bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shoto]

SUMMARY: for the first time, the boys witness you in a dress and... it ends pretty well for you.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: make out session, kissing, insecurities, SPICE, implications

A/N: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO WRITE IT <3 also this is as unholy as it gets [for now] a lil spicy hehe, just a tad

BAKUGO KATSUKI

OKAY SO

he’s taken you on dates, and normally you wear jeans and a t-shirt, and he’s fine with it, he doesn’t care, your clothes your business, you wear what you want and look good no matter what it is. sweats? hot. sweatshirt? hot.

dress? probably hot, he hasn’t seen you in one yet.

UNTIL NOWWWW

it’s getting warmer, and pants are for losers, so naturally, you wear a pretty lil sundress for your upcoming date with bakugo

he comes to get you in your dorm room, and you text him that the doors unlocked and he’s like AIGHT BET

not the type to knock before entering, but you have thankfully already been dressed and as he enters he realizes that his hypothesis was in fact correct

you are very hot in a dress

very pretty

beautiful

he’s confused though, like since when is this a thing, why are you being so casual about it? did he forget something important? when was your anniversary?

“what the hell?”

you’re like ??? because nothing has changed

so he’s like “you’re.. in a dress.”

“OH,,, haha... yeah.”

now he’s made you insecure, you suck katsuki

once he passes the confusion he is checking you out, your thighs are exposed, and so are your arms, so he’s a lil distracted and doesn’t realize he’s distressed you

when he finally comes to he goes to compliment you, “you look-”

“bad? i should change-”

“NO.” he shouts, and it is a little too quickly and aggressive, so his cheeks flush at this outburst, “you look pretty.”

then he realizes he was too nice, “idiot.

you smile at him, and move to the door, only for him to kick it closed

you’re like ???

he’s like

Katsuki tries to avoid the looks he gets from the rest of his classmates as he makes his way to Y/N’s dorm room, hands shoved into his pockets as he walks. They had a movie to get to, and Katsuki wanted to make sure they had time to get snacks before the movie started, so he intended to begin rushing her. Removing one of his hands from his pocket, he turns Y/N’s door knob, shoving the door open.

He pushes it slightly behind him, but not enough that it closes since he doesn’t intend to be here long, Katsuki looks up and turns to her, “oh hey Katsuki.”

She’s putting some things in her purse, which is on her bed, so she’s slightly bent over as she shoves some cash inside it. Meanwhile, Katsuki can’t help the astonishment that washes over his features as eyes her. “What the hell?” He can’t help but exclaim at the sight before him. This was the most skin he’d seen since... since ever.

Not that he was complaining.

Y/N’s brows furrowed at his comment, standing up and bringing her purse onto her shoulder she looked at him and tilted her head in confusion. “Excuse me?”

Katsuki opened and closed his mouth once or twice, trying to find words as he let out a noise of frustration, gesturing to her, “you’re wearing a dress!” Exasperation clear in his tone, confused as to how she hadn’t seen this as an abnormality. Had he forgotten something? An anniversary perhaps?

Y/N, on the other hand, felt her cheeks warm at this. It hadn’t really crossed her mind that she didn’t wear dresses often, much less clothing that revealed her skin, which was littered with scars from the training and all the incidents there had been in the school year thus far. She couldn’t help the thought that rushed through her minds as she responded rather lamely, “yeah. I am.”

Katuski collected himself, “well, you look-”

“Bad? I should change-” Y/N began, preparing to go to her closet to find another outfit.

Only for Katsuki to call out, “NO!” His cheeks flushing red as he realized how ridiculous his outburst must look, Katsuki looked away. “You look nice... idiot.”

Y/N beamed at him, moving towards him and the partially open door that he stood by, she grasped his hand, “let’s go then!”

As she brought her hand to the knob, she was yanked back by Katsuki, who released her hand when she was close enough pulled her to his chest, pressing his lips to hers. Y/N’s free hand came up to hold his jaw, while his hands dug into her hips as he kicked the door behind him closed before shoving Y/N onto it.

Gasping at the sudden movement, her other hand came to his hair and tugged harshly on it. In response, Katsuki released her lips and brought his mouth to her neck, one of his hands coming to the bare skin of her thigh and pulling it up to hold against himself. Pressing open mouthed kisses onto her neck, Y/N let her head fall back onto the door, giving him better access.

Exhaling deeply, Y/N spoke, “Katsuki we’re gonna be late.” As much as she wanted to disregard the movie, they’d already paid for their tickets, and she wasn’t in the mood to waste money.

In response, he bit down on her neck, causing her grip on his hair to tighten before he looked back up at her, swollen lips baring a cocky grin, “I don’t mind being late, babe.”

SHINSOU HITOSHI

he’s so cute ugh

anyways, i feel like his range in terms of style is trash bag or finest man in the room so he doesn’t care how you dress and if you switch it up on occasion

this does not make him immune to the S H O C K

anyways

you’re going out with friends, but he doesn’t know this so he comes over

you open the door for him like ? but then a light bulb goes off in your head like yes! your bf! he can help! surely!

so you let him in and now he is in shock

like wow you are always hot but WOW

dresses 4 life in shinsou’s book

AND THEN YOU TURN AROUND AND HE CAN SEE SO MUCH SKIN BECAUSE YOU NEED HELP WITH THE ZIPPER AND-

rip shinsou 2020

he’s dead

look what you did

who gonna help you with that zipper now huh

very respectful gentleman though

he looks RESPECTFULLY and TOUCHES respectfully

and he really wants to touch

“HOW CAN HE BE SO HOTTT AND RESPECTFUL” tik tok audio

helps you with your zipper tho

because he is a good boy

but you lowkey noticed his change in attitude and well...

hahaha....

Shinsou was bored, so naturally, he was going to visit his lovely girlfriend at her dorm. It was odd, not receiving the cruel glares from his fellow students for his so called ‘villainous’ quirk. Then again, his girlfriend was the most powerful student in her dorm, and the people there either already liked him, or were forced to get over themselves when the two had started dating.

Nobody wanted to face the wrath of Y/N L/N.

He made his way to your door, smiling briefly at those he passed, a small wave to one student he knew particularly well. Shinsou knocked at the door, and the sound of shuffling came from inside, before the door peeked open slightly to reveal Y/N’s head, a smile making its way onto her face as she saw Shinsou.

“Oh, Shinsou! Perfect, come in and help me.” Cute.

His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at her, and a small laugh left him, “alright.” Y/N. was sure to hide her body behind the door as she let him in, only increasing his confusion as he entered and she closed the door behind her. “Babe, what are you doing?”

When she closed the door, he finally got a full view of her body and realized she was wearing a dress. Shinsou couldn’t help the moment of shock he had as he looked her up in down. “You look beautiful.” He commented, coughing as he averted his eyes. He was looking, respectfully until his eyes trailed a little too low and-

“Would you mind zipping me up?” Y/N asked, turning around, exposing her naked back to him, save for the clasp of her bra.

Oh god you were trying to kill him.

Inhaling sharply, he nodded, “yeah, yeah, sure.” He replied. Moving closer, he brought his hands to her hips, allowing them to linger momentarily. He tilted his head as he noticed a scar running up her back, and couldn’t help but trace it upwards. Y/N felt her cheeks warm at this action, a shiver running up her spine being all it took for Shinsou to break contact entirely, “sorry.” He mumbled, embarrassed, his hand coming to the zipper and pulling it upwards.

She simply shook her head, turning around to face him, his cheeks burning red. “It’s fine.” Y/N brought her hand under his jaw and pulled him into a kiss, her other hand going to his arm.

Shinsou hummed into the kiss, allowing his hands to trail up his back once more, he finds himself regretting that he helped her zip of the dress as he presses her closer to him.

Y/N pulls away momentarily, much to Shinsou’s dismay, before pressing another peck to his lips and shoving him backwards. The backs of his knees hitting her bed frame, causing him to fall into a seat on the bed. Shinsou raises a brow, watching her figure come between his now spread legs and tilt his head up to bring him into another kiss.

His eyes flutter close as he finds his hands gripping her thighs, pulling onto himself before the other followed, allowing Y/N to straddle him, “what’cha doing, kitten?” He mumbled against her lips. She released his lips only to bring her own to his neck, as his hands hands went under her dress and up her thighs until-

“I have to go meet my friends.” She mumbled into his neck, exhaling deeply.

Shinsou groaned in annoyance, falling backwards onto her bed, “tease.” He grumbled under his breath, looking to her as she slipped off of him and amended her appearance, he couldn’t help but smile. “Have fun.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

SO CUTE I LOVE HIM MARRY ME

ahem anyways.

shoto always looks nice, its in his nature and how he was raised, so he could be the wearing the best fit in the room and you could be wearing sweats but he really does not care

he doesn’t really notice what you wear tbh, you’re pretty to him no matter what so

bb boy is just sitting at the bench, you two had agreed to meet up at the mall, and he intended to SPOIL you, per usual, not that you knew this

you did not approve of his spending habits

you are his spending habits

he’s on his phone, preparing to text you, and he sees a figure appear in front of him, white dress with flowers on it is all thats in his vision

he’s about to be like stranger danger what do you need until he looks up and sees

GASP its you!

and you look MIGHTY FINE

you always look mighty fine, no matter what you wear, but the fact that this was something new made it even better. shoto didn’t particularly care what you wore but WOW

he kinda just cannot speak, like his mouth gapes open, you have left him speechless, good job

he’s definitely eyeing you, and he isn’t very subtle but you look so GOOD like what the hell who allowed this

insert anime nosebleed from todoroki

you are going off on a tangent about bees or smth idk and he’s like not paying attention your words but he certainly is paying attention to how nice the upper half of your body is looking rn

iykyk

he does not understand the feeling he is having but he does understand he really really really wants to kiss you

several times

and he wants to touch

you are there like “shoto???”

and hes like yes, anything for you my sweet love, what do you need

“yes love?”

ugh shoto and petnames just

a simp

anyways you guys go to the mall and he’s holding you closer than normal, and even if todo is an oblivious bb, if he happens to come across someone look at you the way only he can look at you?

its over lol burn down the mall

what was SUPPOSED a lil intimate lunchtime behind the mall in a more empty area turns into spicy todo

Sighing as he shifted on the bench, phone in hand as he prepared to text his fashionably late girlfriend, Shoto realized someone was approaching him, a white dress spotted with pink flowers filled his vision and his brows furrowed. Shoto opened his mouth to speak to the stranger, looking up only to realize it was no stranger.

It was his fashionably late girlfriend.

Shoto couldn’t help but straighten his back at the sight of her, mouth gaping open as he eyed her appearance. This was... abnormal. He rarely took note of her outfits, however he’d never seen so much bare skin, that much he knew.

Y/N simply pressed a kiss to his cheek, as though nothing was amiss, she began to speak of the difficulty she experienced on the way to the mall. Shoto failed to pay attention though, his eyes lingering on her upper body as he nodded along in the midst of his shock.

“Anyways, would you mind if we ate first?” The breeze blew her hair slightly, and Y/N basked in the sun, “maybe we could eat outside.” She suggested.

Snapping out of his trance, Shoto nodded rapidly, “of course, love.”

Y/N beamed at him, extending a hand for him, which he accepted, pressing a kiss to it before sitting up.

This was also... abnormal. Shoto never deprived her of affection, but in public it was rare for him to kiss her and he just- Y/N tried to shake herself of these thoughts, but couldn’t help the warmth that she felt spread across her cheeks as they began to head inside the mall. When they made it to the food court Y/N selected a soba place, bringing a smile onto Shoto’s face, though when she tried to pay, Shoto had already been tipping the person at the cashier $100.

As Y/N had previously suggested, the two made their way outside, and as Shoto suggested, they found a more desolate space to enjoy their food. They had ended up behind the mall in a small, unbothered, field. He’d stopped by a store to purchase and blanket, and Y/N couldn’t help but get excited at the concept of a makeshift picnic. The pair sat down on the blanket, placing the bag of food down.

Shoto couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto his face as he looked at her, “you look beautiful.” He complimented, crossing his legs.

Y/N beamed up at him, “thank you, Shoto.” She leaned forwards, on her hands and knees as she pressed a kiss onto his lips. Shoto pulls away momentarily, only for his hands to find their way onto her face, deepening the kiss.

Pulling away, Y/N raises a brow, “you’re awfully affectionate today.” She points out, moving to sit down closer to him as she brings a hand to play with his hair.

“Well, I want to touch you.” Comes his response, and in that moment Y/N contemplates cursing Shoto out for his bluntness, though she’s distracted when one of his hands comes to her thigh, “may I?”

Oh god.

Y/N nods, enjoying this side of Shoto as he brings his other hand under her other thigh, pulling her into his lap before pressing another kiss to her lips. Shoto sighs contentedly at this, and Y/N’s hand remains in his hair, tugging gently at the bicolored locks. Meanwhile, his hands wander her body in wonder as he breaks the kiss to place his lips on her neck. Y/N can’t help but lean her neck further back.

“Happy?” She mumbled as he pressed a kiss to her collarbone.

Shoto looks up at her to respond, “very.”

A/N: this is my favorite thing it was literally so fun to write omg

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Catch Me If You Can //

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a part of @neosmutcollective's RISQUÉ event

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Pairing: Criminal!Ten x Cop!Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut. Male receiving, Tit-job, Marking, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex. Non-Idol AU

Words: 5.6k+

Warnings: 18+ content. Read at your own discretion. Mentions of drugging.

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Sirens tore through the city, disrupting the serenity of the late hour. You loved how they sounded. So promising and exhilarating. Something big was about to go down.

The task force raced down the empty streets with you at their lead. You were in pursuit of a band of huge black SUVs, one of them holding the most dangerous criminal in your city.

You'd been in this situation many times before. You'd been chasing after Ten since the very first day. No matter how close you thought you were to catching him, he always managed to slip out of your grasp. He'd bring your hopes up, only to snatch them from you.

Ten loved playing with you. Whenever you were in a slump, he'd always leave a few obvious clues behind. It was like he was almost asking you to come and get him. But it was only ever because he was bored and wanted to have some fun.

You had done everything in your power to get to this very moment. All the pieces had been laid. All you had to do was throw Ten in jail and you'd get the biggest promotion of your life. If anything went wrong in tonight's plan you'd be stuck, a mere cop in a shitty precinct for the rest of your life.

You wouldn't deny it. The rush you felt while hunting Ten down excited you greatly. That feeling of having him in your grasp, not quite but so close, it made the adrenaline course through your veins. In a twisted sort of way, you wouldn't mind if Ten made this race a bit more thrilling. After all, it would be his last.

The cars split up at an intersection. You'd already predicted this beforehand. Your squad wordlessly broke into the formation you'd planned out while you zoomed straight ahead.

A hand emerged from the car before you, a cigar held in its grasp. The rings that adorned its fingers were enough to tell you that you had eyes on Ten.

Gritting your teeth, you stomped on the accelerator, catching up with him slowly. He was all yours. You had him now. Ten seemed to make no effort to evade you. He continued driving as leisurely as possible. You couldn't tell why but you didn't want to take any chances. There wasn't any backup near. All you had was a pistol to defend yourself.

You figured the safest thing to do was maintain some distance between your car and his. You saw him adjust his mirror. What you didn't expect was for him to give you a clear view of his face.

He was looking straight at you, a devilish grin plastered on his face. What on earth was he up to? You saw him reach over to the side and collect a gun. Pulling your own out of its holster, you held it up by the wheel.

Keeping his eyes on you, Ten placed his cigar between his lips and threw the gun out the open window. Your eyes widened in bewilderment. Why did he unarm himself? You watched his gun scatter to the side of the road. When your eyes locked with his again, he sent you a wink and sped away.

Acting fast, you raced behind him, staying right behind his car. He kept making sharp turns, dancing through lanes, but nothing that would throw you off. He wasn't trying to run away. He was taking you out for a spin. If you wanted to put a stop to this game, you needed to corner him.

So you decided to turn the tables. He clearly needed you to focus on him. Without batting a lash, you took a u-turn and started driving off in the opposite direction. You saw his car skid to a stop. He stuck his head out of the window, furrowing his brows at you.

Rolling down your own window, you put your hand out and motioned for him to follow you. An erratic laugh was heard, followed by Ten trailing after you.

He didn't seem skeptical at all. It was like he'd forgotten that you were a cop. He looked curious. He wanted to see what you were going to do. Maybe he knew that it was all over for him. Perhaps he wanted to have one last exciting night.

Seeing a familiar street, you made a turn, grinning as you spotted him enter the small road with you. Looking back at the road, you slammed the breaks immediately. It was a dead end.

Another menacing laugh was heard from behind you. You had no clue what was going on. Gun in your hand, you got out of your car and hid behind the open door.

"There's no point in hiding princess. I've got you trapped."

You'd never heard Ten's voice before. It dripped of class and authority. No wonder so many people were afraid of him.

This was no time to be afraid however. You were so close to getting him. You just had to play your cards right. That was the only way you could get out of this situation safely.

"I bet you weren't expecting this little surprise." His voice was getting closer. You cocked your gun. "You'll be amazed how easy it is to change signs. My men did a great job."

He was so arrogant about his 'achievement'. You wanted to spit in his face.

"Now put your gun down and come on out. I promise I won't hurt you. I don't even have a weapon. You can't fire on me if I'm unarmed. Isn't that police protocol?"

It was indeed. But you couldn't just risk it like that. He'd already deceived you once. Only a fool would let it happen twice.

"This is my warehouse y/n. All my business takes place here. When you and your pesky task force took down all my other outlets, I made sure this one remained secure," he shared.

You glanced at the tiny shed behind you. How could this hold it all? He was bluffing. You were sure of it.

Peeking over the hood of your car, you gasped on seeing how close he was to you. There was no point in hiding now. Pointing your gun at him, you carefully stepped into sight. Ten pushed his hands into his pocket, fiddling with the cigar in his mouth. He scoffed and looked to the side.

"Come on y/n. Let's not waste our time. If you cooperate, you'll see how it all began. How it all grew and poisoned this city you cherish so preciously."

He stepped towards you. You shot at his feet impulsively. "Keep your distance. Put your hands above your head and get on the ground."

He winced and stayed put. With your other hand, you reached for your pair of handcuffs. "I said get on the ground," you repeated, this time more sternly. His eyes locked with yours, corners of his lips curling up into a smile.

"Someone's feisty," he commented, stepping towards you once again after paying no heed to your warning. You fired at his feet once more. He didn't even flinch. He was so used to the sound of gunshots. They failed to phase him anymore.

"You know, I spent many nights imagining this day. The day we finally met," he revealed. "The exchange is alarmingly similar to what I'd thought it would be like."

You kept firing at his feet. You'd run out of bullets soon. "Stay away from me," you shouted, not letting your voice falter even a bit. He ignored your words. "I never expected you to be so beautiful. Seriously y/n, why'd you become a cop? You could've easily made it big in the modelling industry."

You felt disgusted all of a sudden. He was so shameless. How could he be hitting on you when you were holding him at gunpoint?

"Shut up. Just put your hands on your head and get on the ground," you said again, getting impatient.

"I don't wanna get on the ground though. These trousers are new, I can't afford to get any dust on them," Ten complained. Was he being serious?

"I don't care about your fucking pants! Just get on the ground-"

Ten lunged towards you and swatted your gun out of your hand in the blink of an eye. It clattered to the side, closer to him than to you. You watched in horror as he skilfully emptied the bullets and slipped them into his pocket. He tossed the gun to you with a sly grin.

"There's your gun. You can put it down now, there's no use keeping it aimed at me anyways."

You checked your pockets for any extra bullets, cursing when there were none. Ten folded his arms across his chest.

"What do you want from me," you asked, moving away from him.

Ten raised a brow. "Your attention, that's all." He stepped towards you carefully.

"Why do you need my attention? I'm trying to arrest you for god's sake."

He caged you between himself and the building's wall behind you, hand slipping behind your back to snatch your handcuffs. What you didn't expect was for him to put them on his own hands and bound himself.

"What are you doing," you questioned, pushing him away from you.

"I'll let you take the credit for this." He chuckled. "This y/n, is a gesture to make you feel safe. I mean you no harm. All I ask is that you give me a few hours of your time."

You looked between his hands, his face and the warehouse in front of you. He noticed the doubt on your face. "If you're gonna bring me down at least do it entirely. There's no point in throwing me in prison while this place remains in existence. Certainly not my men or I, but someone else might stumble across it. Doesn't take a genius to get a business up and running if they're desperate you know."

He had a point. You hated that he was right. Not only would this prevent someone from starting his business up again, but it would ensure a stricter sentence. Surely he'd never get life imprisonment, but the longer Ten stayed in jail, the better it would be for your city.

"Fine," you agreed with a sigh. "But no funny business."

Ten raised his hands in defence. "I promise. It's just you, me and my entire life's work."

You went back to your car to retrieve your keys and phone, plus some extra bullets which you loaded your gun with. "You can't deny me this. I'm walking into an abandoned warehouse with a guy who's on the state's most wanted list, no backup whatsoever."

Ten pursed his lips. "I never objected."

And with that, you followed behind him.

He held the rusty door open for you. The inside of the warehouse was completely dark. It clearly had no ventilation of any sort. The air was damp and eerily cold, with a faint musty smell.

"Are there any lights in here?"

Ten chuckled yet again. "Patience y/n. We're not there yet."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

You turned on your phone's flashlight and held it in front of you. The entire warehouse was empty. It wasn't that big of a space. The only thing on the ground was loose paper and cockroaches. Had he just set you up?

Cocking your gun, you pressed it to his back. "Do you think I'm playing games here?"

His body tensed up. "The operation is downstairs," he revealed.

"Then take me there," you urged in annoyance.

Ten led you to the centre of the floor and kicked at the dust until a small latch came into sight. He bent down and pulled it up. It was a trapdoor. A line of stairs continued downwards. You looked at Ten. "After you sir."

As you ascended down the stairs, you felt the air get lighter. It smelled more fresh than it did in the warehouse above. The only thing that remained constant was the darkness.

"Installing a bulb or two in here wouldn't do you any harm you know."

Ten laughed wholeheartedly. "You've got a nice sense of humour. I like that."

Rolling your eyes you continued descending. "How down below is this lair of yours?"

Ten didn't answer you. He walked to the edge of the stairs and jumped. It seemed you'd reached your destination. You shined the light on him, seeing him feel against the wall for something. He then pressed his palm flat against the fall. A few seconds later a bright light flooded your vision. Grimacing, you hid your face.

"Here are the bulbs or two you were asking about earlier."

Sure enough, the entire area had a neat lighting system. You turned your flashlight off and instead opened your camera, taking pictures for evidence. Ten waited patiently at the side.

The space was bigger than the warehouse above. You realised it was just a gimmick to throw anyone who came across it off. Just by the ambiance of the place, you could tell Ten had spent many years building it up to what it was. You wouldn't lie, it was magnificent. Like something straight out of a James Bond movie.

"I'm gonna explain it all to you. Basically let you into my life for a moment here. But you have to promise, that in turn, you won't call any back up. I want all of this to be absorbed by your mind," Ten spoke.

"Why?"

"You'll share it with your team after we're done anyways. But they'll never get to see it upfront. They'll never get to understand and admire it like you did. I only want you to do so," he explained.

His request was odd. But you couldn't argue. None of your files or reports had any record of this place. It had never come up during your investigation and none of your suspects had mentioned it to you. This place was a goldmine and you couldn't risk letting its information get in the wrong hands.

Five hours, you'd spend five hours at Ten's headquarters. Everything he'd told you so far was beyond resourceful. Not only had he helped you bust gangs that your precinct had failed to collect enough evidence against, but he also gave you an inside report of operations you had no clue about.

You couldn't believe he was just spilling all this information to you. You didn't understand why he was being so cooperative. Maybe he'd come to terms with that fact that it was all over him a very long time ago. You decided to ask.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

Ten paused at your interruption. "As I said earlier. I want you to admire my work."

You scoffed. "So you want to be remembered as more than a criminal then?"

Ten rested his chin on his palm. "Not quite. See, the obvious reason for my downfall is the disloyalty of my peers. They started with me and leached out for a supposed better life. Everything any criminal has in this city is because of what they've either stolen or accepted from me. No one can stay hidden from the law without my help. No king gets to take over my empire after I'm gone. I forbid it," he explained.

He was so in over his head it was amusing. The way he thought it was the others that had ratted him out, you didn't want to burst his bubble but it was him who had brought his own downfall upon himself.

"How long do you think you'll be in jail for this Ten?"

He shrugged. "Until one of the hairs on my head turns grey I assume."

You pointed to the space around you. "Showing me this is only gonna make it worse."

Ten nodded. He already knew that. "But it will ensure that I can't start it up after I emerge from my sentence."

Rocking around in your chair, you studied his headquarters. "Please tell me you've got a coffee machine in this place."

Ten laughed. "Of course we do. Shall I make you a cup?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "No thank you. Unfortunately I don't trust you enough."

Ten pouted dramatically. "That's a shame. Did you know I worked at a cafe to make enough money to buy drugs?"

You shook your head. "You could've made big money in the barista field. Found a pretty girl to move in with. Lead a life on the right side of the law."

He laughed again. For the situation he was in, he was pretty calm. You didn't know why that was. You were just glad he wasn't trying to make any moves on you.

"It's over there," he gestured towards a room in the far corner of the area. "Would you like me to accompany you? Or should I sit still?"

"Stay where you are. I'll be right back," you instructed.

Ten leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. You got up and went to the backroom, keeping your eye on him the entire time. You figured now would be a good time to contact your squad. Let them know of your location and make sure that they'd taken care of their own jobs of handling Ten's henchmen.

Ten remained as still as a statue. The room you entered was more of a lounge. Along with a coffee machine, it also had a couch that looked invitingly comfortable. A quick nap sounded extremely appealing at the moment. But you couldn't risk letting your guard down like that.

You quickly got to preparing your coffee. Just some hot water and coffee powder to do the job. You hoped the extra caffeine would allow you to remain attentive.

Swirling your cup to mix the concoction, you made your way back to Ten. He sat up on your arrival. "We have creamers," he shared.

You took a sip of the warm drink. "No need. The stronger, the better." He couldn't argue with that. Ten resumed his explanation. You continued jotting down all the essentials of his narration. His voice was so monotonous that you never realised when you blacked out.

You woke up on the couch, a blazer draped over your body. Shooting up immediately, you reached behind your back for your gun. Much to your horror, it wasn't there. You stood up and stumbled out of the room. Everything was pitch black outside. You couldn't wrap your mind around anything.

The lights turned on when you made your presence known. You fell down with a groan. They were brighter than you recalled. Your ears started ringing, a sharp sting in your head. A familiar chuckle sounded from behind you.

"Looks like someone's up early. Tell me y/n, how was your sleep?"

You turned around and got up. "What the fuck did you do?"

Ten held his hands up. The cuffs were gone.

"I didn't do anything sweetheart. You did this to yourself."

What was he saying? Why did you black out? That's when it occurred to you. The coffee.

"What the fuck did you drug me with you asshole?" Your head was pounding. Your body felt so weak.

"I didn't drug you with anything y/n. There was nothing in the coffee."

You didn't believe him. "Stop lying. How did I pass out then?"

"No drugs were involved in that y/n. You were just tired. I guess my droning lulled you to bed," he explained.

"Why'd you take my gun then? How did you get out of your handcuffs? The keys were in my pocket."

"I had to steal those from you. I had no other choice. How else was I supposed to carry you to the couch?"

You were so stupid. How could you let this happen. He had your gun, your handcuffs, their keys and your phone. He had you trapped and you didn't know what to do.

"My squad knows where I am. They're gonna come looking for me and you can't run away this time."

Ten rolled his eyes at your warning. "Yeah I saw that text you'd left them. I figured I should've let you know that there was no reception in the warehouse."

You cursed. "Was this your plan all along?"

Ten shook his head. "It was more of an impulsive decision."

"What are you going to do to me?"

Ten furrowed his brows. "Nothing bad. I'm just a drug dealer. I would never hurt you."

As if that was going to comfort you in this situation.

"I just wanna play a game. Would you do that with me?"

You scowled at him. "What's the catch?"

Ten smirked. "Oh there's no catch sweetheart. I just wanna have one last night of fun with the girl of my dream. You wouldn't deny me that would you?"

The girl of his dreams. He was sick.

Ten noticed how reluctant you were. At this rate you weren't gonna agree to anything he said.

"If you say yes, I'll return all your belongings to you and let you escort me out of here, handcuffed of course, all the way back to your precinct where you can put me behind bars for good," he offered.

"Why can't I just skip to that part right now," you asked bitterly.

Ten stepped towards you, bringing his face right in front of yours. You could feel his breath fanning on your lips. "You've spent all these years dedicating your time to me. It would be a shame if you didn't make the most of all that work. You think you know me but you don't. You've never had a proper conversation with me before. You never been so close to me. I'll be honest y/n, I've been waiting to see you. I always knew you'd be the death of me. I'd much rather make more memories with you. After all, you're the woman that brought me down. That makes you special, doesn't it?"

He was so manipulative. You actually found yourself considering his proposition. Something about his words was right.

"Just say the word, you know you want to," he pressed.

"Do you swear that you'll walk out of here without a struggle?"

Ten nodded.

You sighed. "Fine. What are we playing?"

Ten beamed and gave you your distance. "Rummy. I'm sure you're familiar with the proceedings?"

You knew how to play rummy. You also knew that Ten wasn't going to be traditional with it.

"My men and I used to add some booze to the mix. But I know you can't drink while on duty. So instead, we'll do something a bit nostalgic."

By the tone of his words you already knew where this was going. He wanted to include sexual favours. How gross.

"I've got a list. It goes up till 100. Loser accumulates their points and based on their score, they've gotta do something off of the list. Are you up for that?"

You stared at him, long and hard. You wanted to put an end to this as soon as possible. "Let's do it."

This was wrong. You knew it. But you were desperate. He seemed like a man of his word. Not completely, but for certain clauses at least.

Ten took your hand and let you to the table you were sitting at previously. Your belongings were still there. It was already lined with a deck of cards. He sat down across from you and gestured to the cards. "They've already been shuffled and dealt. I believe in fair games so I can assure you nothing's rigged here."

You lifted your cards and began sorting them wordlessly. They weren't the best but at least you had a joker.

"I'd also like to let you know that I gave you some Provestra. But don't worry, I took some for myself. The ones meant for men of course."

He was so fucking shameless. At least you had something add to the list of charges against him.

Ten lost the first round. Only by twelve points however. Number twelve on his list was strip.

He now sat before you, completely naked. Something about it wasn't as disturbing as you thought it would be. You told yourself it was just the horny pill talking, but you wouldn't deny that he had a nice body.

A tattoo on his forearms and one circling his chest. His upper body was nicely toned and he packed a nice size. Overall, he was hot. If he wasn't a criminal you certainly would've taken him home.

Your next game began, this time with you dealing. Your cards turned out to be extremely favourable and you won with ease. Ten's points upped by five, leaving him at seventeen. Number seventeen on his list was marking.

Though hasty, you moved your hair to the side and let him hover over your body. He smelled oddly nice. Ten held your gaze while licking his lips. "May I," he whispered. You tilted your neck. "Go for it."

His tongue ran over your skin making you close your eyes. His lips followed, sucking gently to make a mark. You gripped the side of the table and willed yourself not to succumb to the burning sensation between your legs. Ten repeated the action, this time closer to your jaw. His tongue felt enticing. You wanted more. But you couldn't let yourself have it. This was just a game.

He moved off of you once he was satisfied with his work. Two hickeys stained your neck, strikingly visible and difficult to cover.

He dealt the next round and you played the first move. This time he emerged victorious. With two points, number two on his list was a kiss. The way he licked his own lips in anticipation made you dizzy. You'd never used Provestra but you were certain it wasn't supposed to make you feel this way.

You scooted closer to him and grabbed the sides of his head, crashing his lips onto yours. Ten groaned in your mouth, loving the force you used. He let you guide him, moving his lips over yours reverently. You didn't know when to stop. You didn't want to stop. He was an amazing kisser and it had been quite a while since you'd felt someone's lips on yours, especially like this.

Ten was the one to pull away first. He smirked at you, loving the effect he was having on you. He passed you the cards to deal the next round.

You won yet again and rather quickly at that. Ten was left with a lump sum of twenty three points which amounted to a total of forty. Number forty on his list was a handjob.

You spit on your palm without a second thought and grabbed his dick. Ten leaned back in his seat and watched you stroke his cock. No sounds left him. Only quick breaths from his parted lips. Your handjob skills were a tad rusty, but you had the basics down.

You tightened your grip around his shaft making him hiss. He bucked his hips up into your hand and wetness pooled in your panties. You got off your chair and fell down on your knees. Ten watched you spit on his cock in complete awe. "Fuck the game," you muttered, wrapping your lips around his tip. Ten held your head, pushing your mouth down on his cock. You tried your best not to teeth him.

Squeezing his thigh, you began bobbing your head over his member, fondling his balls in your other hand. Ten groaned and cursed above you, loving every second of it.

Out of breath, you pulled away from him and started unbuttoning your blouse. Ten watched in delight as you took off your bra and let your breasts spring free. He hadn't expected you to get on board so easily.

You released a ball of spit onto your chest, letting it slip down the valley of your breasts. Knowing what you were going to do, Ten shifted closer to you and pushed his cock between your tits. You pushed them against his member and began moving them up and down. "Holy shit," Ten explained, moving with you. His fingers played with your nipples.

You stuck your tongue out for his tip to brush against. The sounds leaving Ten's mouth were heavenly. This was so wrong. But you were too worked up to stop.

"Who knew you'd turn out to be so damn kinky," Ten exclaimed. You didn't say anything. Ten's cock twitched only seconds after. You kept moving over him. Soon enough, long ropes of his cum spurted up onto your tits, some falling on your chin. You slowed your pace, milking him of every last drop until he was whining for you to stop.

Ten stood up and dragged you with him. He made you sit on the table and pulled your pants down your legs. Your panties were soaked. Ten chuckled as he peeled them off. He marvelled at your glistening pussy.

"What's 100 on your list?", you asked breathlessly. Ten grinned widely. "Fuck till you drop"

That was good to know.

Ten didn't waste any time pushing into you. You were so wet that he had no problem doing so. He adopted a quick pace fucking you like his life depended on it. Your loud moans tore through his headquarters. Ten huffed and grunted, pulling your body closer to his.

His fingers dug into your skin, surely leaving marks. You held yourself up on your elbows and spread your legs wider. Ten threw your leg over his shoulder and made you lay on your side so that he could fuck you deeper.

Your hand came down to rub your clit. Moved your hand away and replaced your fingers with his thumb. He started pushing you to your own orgasm. You grabbed your tit, squeezing it gently as you let your head fall back.

"Such a tight pussy," Ten grunted while rutting his cock into you. "Feels so fucking good."

You fully agreed with him. It felt amazing. Perhaps it was because of the sad amount of sex you had in your regular life that you were submitting to him so desperately. No one had ever made you feel the way he was right now.

The knot in your stomach burst, walls clenching around his cock tightly. Ten groaned as you fell apart on him. "Shit, turn around," he instructed, impatient to get back inside you.

You got on your hands and knees, raising your hips for him. He slapped your ass as he pushed back into you. Ten leaned forward and grabbed your hair, pulling you up against his chest. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, choking you lightly. You loved how it felt.

Holding onto his wrist, you pushed your ass back against his hips. Ten bit into your shoulder ever so often, fingers coming back to your clit. You mewled as he overstimulated you. Your knees were about to give way any second now.

Ten made you put your leg back on the ground, pushing your knee further over the table. The tip of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back, a sensual scream leaving your parted lips. Ten hummed in delight, biting down on your earlobe. You reached behind yourself, hand resting on his hip. "Let me get on top," you managed to say. Ten held your waist and sat down on his chair, bringing your with him.

Placing your hands on his lap, you started bouncing on his cock. Ten kissed the nape of your neck, hot breath fanning on your shoulder. You could already feel a second orgasm approaching. Ten held your hips down on him, stopping you.

"Let me take control," he said, bringing your feet to his knees. He hooked his arms underneath your knees and raised you up slightly, bucking his hips up into you from below.

You put your hands over his, head falling back against his shoulder. Ten sped up quickly, fucking up into you while bringing your body down on his cock. His tip pushed at your sweet spot with each thrust making your toes curl in ecstasy. "Fuck keep going, I'm gonna cum," you warned, biting your lip.

"Me too," he breathed, concentrating on your approaching orgasms. Ten pressed his face into your neck, lips nipping and sucking at your skin softly.

Before you knew it, you were cumming. Ten snapped his cock into you one last time before emptying himself into you a second time. He groaned out loud, holding onto you as he rode out his high. Your thighs shook gentle, chest rising and falling dramatically. Once you were sure he was through, you let go of his hands.

You pushed yourself off his cock and quickly got to dressing yourself. You checked the time on your phone. It was almost morning now. Seeing Ten decently clothed, you turned him around and cuffed him, leading him back up the stairs and out the warehouse to your car.

"No one's ever finding out about this okay? Cause I swear if they do I'm gonna add kidnapping to your long list of charges."

Ten replied with his ridiculously attractive laugh. "Did I kidnap you though?"

You pushed him into your car and shut the door. "It won't be that hard to convince the judge that you did," you shared as you got into the car.

Ten sighed and leaned back into the seat. "I think I should let you know now. I never gave you any Provestra to begin with."

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@kookieyachi requested: i hate to be that one person but i doubt they'll increase the rate but imma try my best & start saving for zhongli & childe 😼🤚 anYWAY-, i was wondering if u could write another diluc x reader whr they're in a secret relationship (only kaeya knew somehow-) & one of the mcs & paimon heard rumours of diluc having a s/o & decide to follow him, to see him gg on a date w the reader or summ,,, hope its not too confusing haha🥺💖

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

style & genre: written; fluff

warnings: none

notes: i meant rng rates those screw me over when it matters but i hope we get good ones when their banners come in, i wish the best of luck to everyone pulling may we get our dream teams; THIS IS CUTE ty for all your requests you know what’s good 😪😪

the mc in this is aether because i love aether

“I hear someone has Master Diluc’s heart!”

“Is that so?”

“Aw, man! I wanted him...”

It’s been the talk of the town for longer than he expected and wanted it to be: Diluc’s love life. He was always the private one and never shared anything about his personal life so it was only natural that no one, minus Kaeya it seemed, had a clue as to who took Mondstadt’s most wanted bachelor.

“Are they sure he’s even with someone? Isn’t it just a rumor?” Paimon asks her travel companion as they make their way into the tavern for a late night drink. The pair had travelled back to the town for a few days and while walking through they listened in on what the townspeople were gossiping about this time around.

“Not sure, he doesn’t seem like the type. Why not ask him, Paimon?”

Paimon flies in front of his face and places her hands on her hips, “You don’t just ask him! He’s so secretive and... and well just that! Also, Paimon thinks he’d just avoid the question.”

“You won’t know it’ll work if you never try.” Aether suggests and opens the door to the tavern. He himself actually wanted to know the truth to those rumors because, well think about it, it’s Diluc and any information that made him seem more emotional than he let on was interesting. He steps inside, seeing the people inside drinking and laughing. They all greet him with their cheerful, yet drunk replies, and Diluc nods his head in acknowledgement.

“Welcome back. What’ll it be for tonight?” He asks them. Aether places his drink order and Paimon hovers over the bartender with a judging look on her face. Convenient that he is working tonight. He raises a brow, “Can I help you?”

“U-Uh,” she turns her attention to Aether who simply looks back at her and sips his apple cider vinegar, a look of you’re on your own for this one on his face. “Have you heard what’s being said around Mondstadt, Master Diluc?” She asks in a way to slowly lead into the main question. Diluc picks up a glass and shakes his head, turning around to place the item on one of the shelves.

“I’ve never paid attention to gossip if that’s what you’re referring to. And like I’ve said before,” he eyes the emergency ration suspiciously, “I don’t dwell on idle chat.” Those words, while they weren’t intended to be as cold as they sounded, prevented Paimon from pressing on. She pouts while flying, but her gaze lands on his hands. They are void of his usual gloves and Diluc wore them even while working. She brushes it off as a useless observation and the door of the tavern opens.

“Evening!” Charles greets them. He waves a hand to Diluc who finishes the last of the glasses he is cleaning, silently thanking the bartender for taking the rest of his shift. He walks out the back and Paimon floats up.

“Does he have something else to do? He usually stays for the rest of the night.” She questions Charles who shakes his head in amusement.

“He must be working hard,” Charles comments, “or maybe taking some time for himself.” Paimon perks up at what he says and she looks at Aether. The traveller finishes his drink and narrows his eyes at her.

“What?” He barely gets another word in before she is rushing out the door. “Paimon!” He places mora on the counter and bids Charles a good night before following her. The door swings open and Aether is met with Paimon flying in front of his face.

“We’ll follow him!” She states confidently, a glint in her eyes.

Aether stares at her blankly. “Uh, why?” Again, she doesn’t give him an answer when she sees a flash of red hair behind his head. They keep quiet and hide behind the stone building when they see Diluc look side to side, almost catching them in his sight.

“He’s definitely going somewhere!” She is much more invested in this than Aether thought, but his own curiosity was overpowering the possibility of getting caught by the pyro user as well. He wordlessly agrees and they quietly tread behind him through Mondstadt, hiding behind every pole and wall whenever they thought he believed someone was following him.

Minutes into their mission Aether catches sight of the Knight of Favonius building and his suspicions are raised. Diluc wouldn’t be caught dead near this place, what more just by walking by it? He stops at the side and Aether tugs his hovering companion away from Diluc’s line of sight when it opens, a familiar person stepping out.

“It’s--!”

“Honorary Knight!” Huffman interrupts Paimon’s exclamation as he rushes to the both of them. “Would you be able to help us out near Windrise? Quite a lot of slimes showed up and the other knights are preoccupied with their own missions. I know you just got back but...”

“We’re good!” Another knight shows up, running to them, “Captain Kaeya helped us out!” Aether looks back and forth between then before looking at the door. It seems that the person and Diluc had already left.

“Ah, I see. Sorry to intrude on your evening.” Huffman excuses himself and leaves with the other knight. Paimon flies towards the empty stairs, floating around premises as if looking for clues.

“Paimon saw y/n! Do you think they’re together?” She questions.

“Isn’t that too much of an assumption?” Paimon floats to Aether’s face with mock anger on her features. “Maybe they could just be well-acquainted.”

“Let’s just see who’s right then! I bet...” she places a finger to her chin, “...5000 mora!”

“You don’t even carry mora.”

The commissions burned you out but you are more than happy to see what awaits you after you leave the building. Bidding Jean goodbye, you settle into your coat and push the doors open. He’s standing there waiting like he said he would and you notice there is no one around, though you had an inkling that someone was watching you. You are broken out of your thoughts when Diluc’s warm hand cups your face. He was initiating more touches after becoming comfortable in your relationship, so you felt happy that he could do so outside though with no one to see.

To you, it was hard to believe that you managed to attract him in the first place, considering his many suitresses, but despite that he insisted that it was you he was after.

“Something the matter?” He asks gently, removing his hand when he could hear steps behind him. You shake your head and smile at him causing his heart to warm at the sight. “Good, shall we?”

Your dates aren’t like the usual ones. You walk around the sides of Mondstadt when everyone is asleep as you both share what has gone on in your day. Sometimes, you even take a stroll outside the city and sit under the large tree in Windrise, watching the stars twinkle. Going on many secret rendezvous were fun and brought an excitement and mystery to both of your lives when they occured.

But even so, sometimes you wondered what it would be like if the townspeople knew.

Diluc never explicitly mentioned that he wanted the whole town to know and you both came to the conclusion that keeping your relationship from the public would be beneficial. He was known to be aloof yet protective of Mondstadt. He had a reputation to uphold and the enemies would otherwise have vital information to his weaknesses if they came to know of your connection.

You know he loves you, he tells you every night before you have to part until you see each other the next day. And any doubt in your mind is gone when your hand is held tightly in his.

“Paimon, we’ve been following them for too long. They’re just talking.” Aether felt uncomfortable doing what they were doing and spying on the both of you. He watches the both of you engage in a regualr conversation. After losing sight of you at the Knights of Favonious building they glided around trying to track you both. He couldn’t see that your hands were intertwined due to how your coat concealed it.

“Ahh! Fine, we should go rest,” Paimon says defeatedly, “Paimon can’t believe she lost 5000 mora!” Aether rolls his eyes and jumps down from the roof to head to a nearby inn. The streets are quiet but there are audible footsteps from their right as they move through the houses.

“Hey, it’s nice to see you back in town.” Kaeya greets him with the usual lilt to his voice. “Why are you two still up?”

“We were following Master Diluc because we think he’s seeing someone!” Paimon really has no shame, does she? Aether thinks to himself and he looks up at the Cavalry Captain when the latter lets out a light chuckle.

“What an interesting activity... I do hope you find your answer,” Kaeya nods his head to direct it behind them. Aether and Paimon follow his direction and see the two they had been trailing for the past hours. “Good night.”

“I almost forgot!” The duo’s ears perk at the sound of your voice. You and Diluc are at the front of your home and their eyes widen at the sight of your hand in his. You reach into your coat pocket to pull out his gloves, “You left them here.”

“Thank you,” Diluc replies, lifting the hand he held to his lips and kissing the back. “Good night, my love.”

“Good night, Diluc.” The smile on your face is ever radiant and he leans down for his kiss. You oblige but pull away to lean closer to his ear, “It seems that we have company.” Your hold leaves him and you open your door, disappearing inside. Diluc turns his head and sees the shocked faces of the traveller and ration.

“Paimon wins.”

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rainy-day-gracie · 4 years

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To Lose a Bet

HELLO !!

This was a request for Spencer and Reader to be dating and have a bet going on who out of the team has figured it out.

FILLED with fluff, and implied smut :) thank you for requesting, I had so much fun writing !!

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“I’m sure Hotch has already figured it out,” I joked to Spencer in the elevator. “He can see things through walls, everyone knows that.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t even know if Hotch really even cares if he does know… Who else do you think knows?”

“JJ knows something’s up, but she doesn’t think that we’re-” The elevator opened, making us in earshot of Garcia and Morgan who were deep in a compliment battle. I nodded my head, as if we were in the midst of a professional conversation. “So, yeah… I’ll let you know about those reports-”

Spencer huffed, playing along. “Yes, I’ll review them and get back to you… whenever.”

I tried to suppress a giggle as I heard Morgan pull Spencer aside by the elevator. “Man, do you know if YLN is single? Because a woman like that… there’s no way she’s single… is there?”

Garcia jumped in, adding to the conversation as I walked away. “I saw a hickey on her neck the other day, she tried to hide it but there’s only so much powder can do.”

I stopped by the water fountain, laughing into the faucet as I heard Spencer’s reply. “Um, I don’t know… I don’t know, if she’s single I mean, or about the hickey. Um, I’m getting coffee, you guys want any?”

Once in my office and my laughing fit had passed, I texted Spencer.

You are one smooth dude

His reply made me laugh even harder.

Don’t I know it? :)

Spencer dropped a stack of files in my office, a sticky note stuck on top. He put the files on my desk and left, a hint of a smile across his face. The sticky note was covered in Spencer’s chicken scratch handwriting.

$200 to whoever is the closest My bet: Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss know Garcia, JJ, Morgan don’t know

Later that day, I was briefing the team on a new case in Seattle and slipped a note in his pants pocket as we left to board the jet.

My bet: Hotch, Rossi, Garcia know Morgan, JJ, Prentiss don’t know You’re on pretty boy :)

Spencer was determined to embarrass me on the jet. I could see it in his face, the twinkle in his eye.

“Hey YLN, what were you saying about the new guy you’re seeing?” Spencer asked out of the blue while reviewing the case.

The team was suddenly extremely uninterested in the case, paying close attention to the question Spencer had asked me.

“Do you have a new man?” Prentiss asked, eyeing me closely.

A smile came to my face, and I hit Spencer lightly on the arm beside me. “Reid, I told you that in a private conversation.”

Spencer just shrugged innocently. “Oops, forgot that part.”

“I knew you were seeing someone!” JJ said with a grin. “No single person smiles as much as you have in the last few months.”

I tried to hide the blush on my face by looking down at my files, thankfully saved by Garcia’s video call.

“Why is everyone smiling?” She asked, examining the faces of everyone on the jet.

“YLN is just getting a little lovin’, that’s all.” Morgan replied, a smirk coming to his face.

Garcia gasped, then furrowed her eyebrows in curiosity. “Who is he?”

Spencer looked over at me with a sly grin. “Yeah, who is he, YLN?”

I made a mental note to slap him when we were in private. “He is going to be a mystery man for now.”

The jet groaned in disappointment, and Spencer winked at me when no one was looking.

I slipped him a note while Hotch was giving assignments.

Prentiss didn’t know, Hotch and Rossi didn’t even blink Hope you have $200 to spare, genius

After solving the case in two days, Hotch agreed to let us have the night off and enjoy the city of Seattle.

Spencer shot me a text as the team started to leave the police station.

I think your stomach hurts.

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at him from across the room. He quickly explained, sending another text.

I think your stomach hurts and you need me to drive you back to the hotel.

I tried not to laugh, faking a grimace as JJ walked past me. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah... my stomach just hurts really bad, probably something I ate.” I held my gut like it was hurting, and I saw Spencer coming up beside JJ.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go out drinking with the team, we don’t want you do be sick,” JJ put a comforting hand on my shoulder, and Spencer spoke up.

“I can drive you to the hotel, I didn’t really want to go out tonight anyway,” Spencer said, looking to me then back to JJ. I tried not to laugh at our stupid lie, JJ rubbing my shoulder like the mom she is.

In no time at all, Spencer and I were in the SUV driving back to the hotel.

We piled up in the room I was sharing with Prentiss, watching a stupid soap opera and drinking out of the mini bar.

Two characters on the screen started having sex, their butts and boobs concealed by carefully placed furniture.

“Do you wanna do that?” Spencer whispered in my ear, his arm resting across my shoulder.

I laughed at his question. “Wow... that was so smooth, Spencer.”

“So... is that a no?”

I swung my leg over his lap, straddling his hips. “When did I say that?”

Spencer laced his hands roughly in my hair, crashing my lips onto his. Drunk hookups were rarely any fun, but buzzed hookups were where it was at.

His tongue pressed gently against mine at first, and he suddenly flipped us over to where his heart beat over mine on the bed.

“We do have some time to kill before the team comes back,” Spencer murmured, his lips attaching to my neck. __

“What the hell?” A voice yelled, light from the hotel hallway illuminating the dark room.

“Oh shit,” I murmured sleepily against Spencer’s bare chest, turning my head towards the voice. “Prentiss, you’re back?”

“You’re asking me the questions? Do either of you even have underwear on?” Prentiss stared at us tangled up in bed like she had we’d grown a third eye.

“Nope,” Spencer answered before I could stop him. “We were both tired after... you know, so we just went to sleep.”

Prentiss just opened and closed her mouth, and JJ at that moment chose to join her in the doorway.

“Oh my God, Garcia was right.” JJ said with raised eyebrows.

I tried to understand what she had said in my sleepy brain. “Garcia was right about what?”

“That you two were dating, we had a bet going. Prentiss just thought you guys would drunkenly hook up, I thought you were just friends, and Garcia was totally convinced you were dating,” JJ said flatly. “Guess Garcia wins, since neither of you guys are drunk.”

I turned back to Spencer, who was staring at Prentiss and JJ with wide eyes. “I told you, pretty boy! I am so getting at 200 bucks!” __

Breakfast the next morning was... awkward to say the least. The team all sat around a table, eating the hotel breakfast in silence. Finally Morgan couldn’t take it anymore. “What’s going on? It can’t be just me getting weird vibes.”

Prentiss looked to Spencer and I across the table and smirked. “I found an... interesting view when I got back to my room last night.”

Morgan furrowed his eyebrows. “What was it?”

“Reid and YLN are dating, and they lost track of time last night, as you might say.”

Morgan was completely dumbfounded, looking from me to Spencer then back to me.

“Close your mouth Morgan, you look like a fish. Those two have been dating since April.” Rossi said casually, taking a sip of his coffee.

Hotch nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah, but they’ve only been sleeping together since late June.”

I laughed hysterically at their comments, gaining the attention of the people around us. “How... did you... know that?”

Rossi and Hotch just shrugged. “Profiling.”

I giggled, patting Spencer on the back next to me. “Oh wow... you officially owe me $200, genius.”

Spencer just down at his coffee with a blank expression. “This is the first time in my life I’ve ever lost a bet.”

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Dixons Next Door - Chapter 4

Introduction: Anna was a small town girl from Atlanta when she became the guardian of her two younger siblings. She was determined to keep them from the same abuse that she endured from her family, so she moved into a small beaten up house just outside the city in 2009. The new neighbors next door - the Dixon brothers - were definitely trouble. She wanted to escape her past, not repeat her parents history with these redneck brothers. Matters only escalate when the news is talking about the possibility of some virus getting out and infecting people… Are Merle and Daryl just as bad as her past? How is she going to keep her brother and sister safe from this virus getting out? What did Anna get herself into?

Setting: Pre-apocalypse

Word Count: 6896

Series Warnings: Offensive language, mentions/suggestion of physical abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, violence & death

Chapter Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drug use, offensive language, assault, violence, sensitive themes - potential trigger warning

A/N: I got a little carried away and made this an extra long chapter, but it’s a good one! There are some sensitive topics in it so this is a trigger warning - it’s nothing too bad but some people may not want to read it. 18+ You’ve been warned.

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I had been cleaning out the pool for the kids while they ate lunch the next time that I was interrupted by Merle. He came over with a beer and hand and stood nearby me, watching silently. I gave him a look but he made no comment, he just sipped on his beer. I sighed and continued skimming the bugs and leaves out of the pool. “Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” I ask without looking back at him. He chuckles.

“Why ya cleanin it? Just gonna get dirty again?” He asks, ignoring your question. You roll your eyes and smack the skimmer on the ground to get the debris off of it.

“Why shower - just gonna get dirty again.” I remark sarcastically.

“Exactly.” Merle agrees, and I look up in momentary shock before catching the sarcastic smirk on his face. “Ew,” I mutter, tossing the skimmer to the side and throwing the chlorine in the pool.

“So what bar ya work at?” He asks, glancing into the pool for a moment before looking back at you. You want to lie, but there’s literally only two bars in this small town, so it’s not like it matters much.

“Happy Hour Tavern.” I respond, wiping my hands off on my shorts and crossing my arms. “Surprised I haven’t seen ya there yet.” Referring to the beer in his hand at two in the afternoon.

He smirks. “Ya wanna see me there?” He suggests, and I roll my eyes.

“Didn’t say that.”

“Don’t ya worry, sugar. I’ll stop by.” He assures me, and I know he probably will.

“Great,” I mutter, and he chuckles.

“Where ya kids at?” He asks.

“Inside eating.”

“Wanna make me somethin to eat, sugarlips?” He asks flirtatiously. I roll my eyes again and huff.

“My name is Anna, and no, I don’t really have the money to be feeding the neighborhood.” I respond.

“Ain’t the neighborhood, doll. Just a friend.” He winks.

“Oh, so we’re friends?” I ask, shifting my weight.

“Yeah sure. Ya seem to be cozying up to my brother and all, ‘course we’re friends.” He responds sarcastically. The grin is gone from his face and he seems more serious now.

“What?” I ask, baffled by what he means by ‘cozying up to his brother.’

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. I saw ya the other day. Got him doing shit for ya, too. Impressive.” He rolls his eyes and takes a large gulp of his beer. Suddenly, the mood shifts, and I feel uncomfortable. Is he angry at me for asking Daryl for help? He is so hard to read, everything was just fine - what happened?

“I needed help lifting a heavy ass box. He was there. Doesn’t mean I’m ‘cozying up to anyone.’” I respond sternly. I don’t like being accused of using people. Merle chuckles.

“Relax, darlin, I ain’t jealous.” He taunts, lifting a hand to shield his eyes and looking up at the sky. “Issa good huntin day, bet he’s goin out there soon. I’ll see ya around, sugarlips.” Merle says as he begins walking away from me, leaving me confused and startled. What the hell just happened?

I began getting texts from my father that same day. I wasn’t entirely surprised, but I knew he wouldn’t go to the cops.

1:04 - Bring back my fuckin kids

1:15 - U ungrateful bitch after all i done 4 u

2:06 - Ima have every1 lookin 4 u

2:10 - U best not let me find u

3:34 - Ima tell the pigs u kidnapped em

4:08 - Just wait til i find u

My brother even texted me a few times, too.

12:30 - Pa’s lookin 4 u. He’s mad

1:10 - U took them? Ur not they momma, u kidnapped em

2:30 - U best bring em back or u’ll regret it Anna

The texts continued on and off throughout the day but I ignored them. My prejudice, abusive family would not get the best of me. He was probably drunk and went to find us to pick a fight and finally noticed we were gone. I couldn’t help but worry about if he ever did manage to find us. We were only a half hour away, it wouldn’t be too hard. It was only a matter of how much he was determined to do so. He’s not a smart man, I doubt he could track us down very easily. Plus, everyone who knew him, hated him. No one who knew us would help him - they would know the kids were safer with me. I’d rather be poor than abused.

Eventually I left my phone on silent and tried to keep my thoughts occupied. I didn’t tell the kids, of course. The kids had been playing in their room for most of the day, having fun with the large box that my bed frame had come in, using it as some sort of rocket or something. So I let them be inside and sat on the front steps to think in peace. I looked up at the sky and willed myself not to cry. They did not deserve my tears. They didn’t even deserve a moment’s thought. I forced myself not to think about all that they had put me through in my childhood. The nights I spent crying myself to sleep on my mattress on the floor. The bruises and scars I hid at school. The lies I told to keep myself from being taken away - only so I could protect my siblings.

My eyes burned as I fought back the tears and I hid my face in my hands on my lap.

“C’mon, Anna. It’s over now.” I mutter to myself, trying to believe my own words. Anger boiled over inside of me at the thought of what my father might do if he found us and took the kids back. I would not let him. Even if it killed me - he would not ruin their lives like he did mine.

A crash of thunder made me jump, bringing me back to the present. I looked up just in time to see Merle approaching from the woods, resheathing a knife on his hip. I figured he was hunting, and that gave me an idea.

“Hey, Merle!” I call out, quickly wiping my face and jumping up to head over to him. He looks pleasantly surprised and stopped in his tracks, smirking as I approached him. “I have a question.”

“Whatcha want, sugar?” He drawls, wiping his hand on a rag from his pocket. I notice a bit of blood and then the bag over his shoulder, making me wince. I didn’t wanna know.

“I wanna get a gun. But I don’t know the first thing about them, and I kinda hoped you did?” I inform him, glancing behind me to make sure the kids hadn’t come out. He chuckles quietly and looks me up and down.

“Whatcha want with a gun?” He asks. I resist getting defensive, sure that he thinks a woman can’t handle one.

“To protect myself. Family problems, let’s leave it at that.” I inform him with a look. “Do you think you could help me?” I plead. I didn’t wanna go into town and get scammed into buying a crappy, overpriced gun. Merle looks at me for a long moment, looking up at the darkening sky before shrugging.

“Come with me.” He responds, nodding toward his house. I look at it then back to him, giving him a sharp look. “I’m serious, ya want me help or not?” He demands. I look back toward my house for a moment before sighing.

“I can’t be long.” I tell him, and he smirks, heading toward his porch. I hesitantly follow behind him, dreading entering his place. Considering the trash and overgrown grass outside, I had a feeling the inside was much worse. I stepped inside the house cautiously, keeping my eye on Merle as I did so. He seemed to be the only one here, which relieved me. If any of those men from the other night were, I would have left. Merle tosses the bag from his shoulder onto an old wooden table and heads down the hall toward a bedroom, leaving me alone. The floor is dirty, there’s an old, stained armed chair in front of a box TV, and there’s stuff scattered everywhere. The place smells a little weird too, but I resist complaining. Merle returns a moment later with a case in hand. “Here,” Merle opens the case and reveals a gun, holding it out to me. It’s a handgun, I know that much. I look up at him and he gives me an impatient look, so I hesitantly grab the gun. It’s heavier than it looks, and I make sure to keep my finger off the trigger. “Ya ever shot one?” He asks, smirking at me.

“Once or twice.” I mumble, having flashbacks to the one time my father tried teaching me how to shoot bottles in the backyard. It wasn’t a fond memory at all…

“Ya can have it, but it’ll cost ya.” He winks.

“How much?” I ask, and he chuckles.

“Ion want ya money,” He drawls, and I immediately frown, thinking I know what he is implying.

“I’m not doing that either,” I scowl, going to hand the gun back to him. He doesn’t take it, chuckling some more.

“Whatcha want a gun for anyway?” He asks. I didn’t want to get into it, but maybe this would be a way around having to do something for him for it. I let out a sigh and looked at the weapon in my hand for a long moment.

“My father,” I start, not meeting his eye. “He’s uh, well he’s a piece of shit basically. I took the kids from him in the middle of the night and got this place, never told anyone where we were going. If he comes around… Well, I’m gonna need this.” I finally look up and meet his eye, exhaling deeply. He looks at me for a long moment, his face expressionless. It’s quiet and I am surprised he doesn’t make any rude or sarcastic comments. He shrugs, placing the case down on the old table.

“Keep it.” He tells me, and I raise my brows at him.

“Really?” I clarify, confused why he changed his mind.

“Ya need it more than I do. Got plenty round here.” He mutters, waving his arm up in no general direction. “I know all about piece of shit fathers.” He continues, giving me a solemn look. “My pops was. You was right, yer gonna need that. So take it, before I change my mind.” He drawls, heading over to their fridge and grabbing a bottle of beer, kicking it shut behind him. I don’t argue, despite being shocked and confused.

“Thank you, Merle.” I give him a sincere smile for the first time, and turn the gun over in my hands to ensure the safety is on.

“Takes 9MM. It’s loaded.” He informs me, plopping into the beaten up chair by the TV and opening his beer, taking a large gulp. I nod slowly and shift my weight, feeling awkward holding the gun but trying not to let him know.

“Okay,” I respond, turning to head out the door as he turns the TV on. “Thanks again.” I holler before I head out the door into the humid air. The sky has gotten very dark with storm clouds and the wind picked up, so I jog across the lawn back to my house and tuck the gun into the back of my shorts, hiding it under my shirt before I walk inside. I don’t need the kids seeing this.

“Anna! Look what we did!” Colton calls out from the hallway with a big grin on his face. I smile back at him and walk down the hall to their room, letting out a dramatic gasp when I see the box colored on with a bunch of random colors. “It’s our rocket!” He exclaims excitedly, rejoining his sister inside the big box.

“Wow! It looks so good guys!” I exclaim, grinning as they go back to their playing. I watch them for a moment before remembering the gun and walking into my own room, placing the gun on the top shelf in the closet. This will have to do until I have more furniture and somewhere safe to keep it.

The texts kept coming throughout the rest of the night.

6:05 - ware tf r my kids

6:43 - dont make me hunt u down girl

7:16 - uv always been a cunt this is just like u

8:11 - wat r u gonna do when u get nocked up by some prick u dont have money 4 all dem kids

The string of insults and threats lasted most of the night, the only reason I kept looking at them was to make sure that they hadn’t found us somehow, or had any ideas. I would need a head start if they did. I’m not sure if I would be able to shoot my brother, but I know I could shoot my dad. He deserved it. After all he did to me, all he put us through. Even my dead beat mother didn’t deserve him. He was half the reason she’s as bad as she is. Apparently, my mother hadn’t started using drugs until after I was born. My father had escalated when he had his first daughter, and his true colors began to shine through. My mom used in order to live with herself, the guilt, his abuse. She even made sure to get clean each time she learned she was pregnant, but she always relapsed. She was a strong woman - I had to give her that. If nothing else, she was strong. But still a horrible mother. She should have taken us with her when she left.

But now it was my responsibility. I had to do what she couldn’t. I couldn’t help but think about my parents, my horrible family - as I stood in the doorway, watching them sleep. I may not be able to change what happened to me, but I would do anything it took to prevent it from happening to Bailey and Colton. If it comes down to it, I will kill my own father to ensure he never lays another hand on them.

Watching them sleep peacefully, side by side in their own brand new bed with clean sheets and a safe roof over their head - that made it all worth it.

Jessie and Beau came over at nine with beers and I set up a fire in the front yard. I had found this old firepit someone was throwing away on the side of the road the other night and I took it of course. I was excited for some relaxing adult time before my shift tonight. I hated my job, but I made good money there so far.

“What time you work tonight?” Jessie asks as she pops open a bottle of beer and hands it to me with a grin on her face.

“Eleven to three. At least it’ll go by fast.” I respond, taking a gulp. The alcohol burns as it goes down my throat and I let out a sigh, leaning back into the stairs. I hadn’t gotten around to getting chairs for the yard yet - an unnecessary expense I couldn’t afford just yet. Jessie sat beside me, a lemonade in hand instead of beer, given that she was pregnant, and Beau sat on the hood of his truck, rolling a joint. I always enjoyed nights like this - quiet, relaxing, worry free. Jessie had been the best friend I’d ever had, I’m glad we’re still so close.

“That man ever come back?” She asks, referring to a customer from a few nights ago. He had gotten too drunk and handsy, trying to get me to give him my number. He even waited until the bar closed for me and the manager had to call the cops to get him to leave so I could go home. That was the latest reason I hated my job that I’d only had for a few weeks.

“No. Hopefully he never comes back, I don’t wanna have to use what Merle gave me earlier on him.” I mutter, glancing behind me to make sure the kids hadn’t woken up.

“The neighbor?” Beau asks. I nod.

“What did he give you? Are yous like, talking now?” Jessie asks, leaning on her knees and giving me a worried look.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I wanted to look into getting… a gun, for protection. From Dad.” I explain in a quieter tone. “I figured someone like him would know a place, and he actually ended up giving me a handgun.” I continue, watching Jessie’s disapproving look and wide eyes. “I’ll be safe. I really need it. If Dad finds out where we are…” I trail off, taking a large sip of my beer and letting a huff out.

“Why’d he just give you a gun for free?” Beau asks, looking up from where he was rolling the joint on the hood.

“I dunno. At first he said it was gonna cost me, but then when I mentioned it was because of Dad, he let me just have it. Said he knew all about asshole fathers.” I shrugged. “Either way, works for me.”

“Just don’t let him use that against you. Who knows what he might try to pull, he reminds me of Mack.” Jessie rolls her eyes when she mentions my older brother, grimacing. She hates me as much as I do. He had tried to get with her a million times and it made him resentful, yelling and cursing at her. Which then resulted in Beau beating the shit out of him - which was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah, he’s a bit better than him though. From what I’ve seen, at least.” I shrug, taking another swig of my beer. “Dad’s been texting me most of the day, he texted me earlier too. The bullshit you’d expect - pretending to care I took the kids, threatening me.” I explain, handing my phone to Jessie to see the string of unanswered texts.

“I hate them,” She grumbles as she scrolls through the texts. “They won’t find you, don’t worry. They’re too stupid to figure it out.” I chuckle at her comment.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” I giggle. Beau stands up and offers me the blunt, which I accept and take a long hit from. As I am doing so, I hear a man start laughing and sure enough, Merle and Daryl are standing at the bottom of their porch. I exhale the large puff of smoke and hand the blunt back to Beau, leaning on my knees and resisting the urge to cough.

“Damn girl, who knew ya could have a little fun!” Merle exclaims, walking across the lawn toward us. Daryl and I make eye contact for a short moment before he rolls his eyes and leans against the beat up railing, placing his crossbow on the porch stairs, seemingly waiting for his brother. I roll my eyes with a smirk at Merle’s comment. Ever since earlier, I’ve decided to cut him a little slack. If I was interpreting right, we had more in common than I thought - at least, regarding families.

“Yeah, sometimes.” I respond, offering my beer bottle to him, earning a surprised look from Jessie. I was trying to be nice to Merle to repay him for the gun, so he wouldn’t come collecting in another way. It was the least I could do for a free handgun and clip. Merle looks shocked for a short moment but smirks and takes the bottle from my hand, taking a large swig.

“Yous her family?” Merle asks, looking at Jessie. She hesitates for a moment before shaking her head.

“Friends.” She responds, readjusting her feet uncomfortably. I stand up and suddenly I’m aware of just how close Merle was to me. I am almost touching him as he leans against my railing, my bottle in his large hands, a smirk plastered across his face. He looks fairly attractive in the fire light and his seemingly clean-ish clothes. He’s wearing black cargo pants and a white T-shirt under a jacket, and I take notice of the knife holstered on his hip. “Going hunting?” I ask, taking a step away from him toward the fire and tossing another log in.

“Mhm,” He responds, taking another sip of my beer. “Wanna come with, sweetheart? Can show ya the ways.” He suggests flirtatiously.

“I actually know how to,” I smirk, stepping closer to him and grabbing the beer from his hand, taking a large sip while looking into his eyes. The alcohol and hit were starting to get to me - I was a bit of a lightweight nowadays, since I’ve lost weight and had less time to do this kind of stuff. Merle bites his bottom lip and holds the intense eye contact with me, taking the beer back when I hand it to him and I can feel his eyes on me as I retake my seat beside Jessie.

“Yer loss.” He shrugs, pretending to be indifferent.

“C’mon man!” Daryl shouts from their side of the lawn impatiently. I wish that he would come join us too - I wanna get to know him better.

“Ugh I’m comin! Get yer panties outta a bunch!” He shouts over his shoulder. Merle hands the beer back to me after one last gulp and heads off to rejoin Daryl, walking away into the dark woods.

“What was that all about?” Jessie demands when they are out of earsight. I shrug and set the beer down, not wanting to get anymore intoxicated, given that I still have work later.

“I dunno, gotta be nice. I kinda owe him.” I mumble, kicking at dirt. Truth be told, I found those brothers interesting. Mysterious and dangerous, but alluring. Yes, they were trouble, but I always ended up attracting trouble anyway.

“You better be careful.” Jessie warns me, and I nod.

The night went on peacefully and we all enjoyed talking over the fire and relaxing with the kids asleep. I left for work and Jessie stayed at my place while Beau went out with his friends after dropping me off. He was gonna pick me up after work too, since he was gonna be in the same general area.

My shift was going fine until about one, when I recognized a familiar face and my whole night went sour. The creepy man from the other night was back, and he had his eyes on me. He was with another man at a table instead of the bar, but he was very obviously watching me. I informed the manager on duty but it wasn’t the same man from the other night, so he didn’t know the extent of how creepy the man was. He only came up to the bar once, having his buddy order drinks while he watched me. I remained calm and didn’t even glance at him, handing the drinks to his friend and accepting the two dollar tip without a word.

It took about a half an hour to finish cleaning up after everyone was out of the bar and I was dreading heading outside. I had a feeling that the man would be waiting for me again, but the manager didn’t want me wasting hours and had to stay behind to finish up, so I had to go out alone. I hung up my apron at the door and sighed as I locked up behind myself, leaving the manager alone in the building to finish recounting the drawers. I had already stuffed my tip money into my purse and had my keys tucked between my fingers as I looked around cautiously for a sign of anyone. There were still people out, despite being a bit past three in the morning. Beau hadn’t answered my texts in the last half hour and Jessie was asleep, so I had to wait. Great. Across the street, I spotted a nice looking motorcycle across the street, but that was the only vehicle besides far down the road.

I started walking toward the street light by the corner to wait for Beau when I heard a male voice call out. “Hey! Bitch!” I grasped my keys tighter in my hand and turned my head, spotting the man and his buddy down the alleyway. They stood up from leaning on the wall and started heading my way, so I started walking faster, but then they started running.

“Help!” I hollered and started running across the street. The adrenaline kicked in in my body as fear took over and I ran as fast as I could down the opposite side of the street. They were close behind me and I tried to hop over a fence, but they caught up and threw me onto the ground before I could get all the way over. “Help! Please!” I screamed as loud as I could, trying to kick the men away from me. The main guy sat on top of my hip and shoved a hand over my mouth, smirking evilly down at me as his buddy started trying to lift me. I kicked and flailed as hard as I could but I couldn’t get away as they drug me across the ground into a back alley.

“Hey!” I heard a different male voice holler and then there was the sound of glass breaking. The main man let go of his hand over my mouth to look behind him and I took that opportunity to scream as loud as my lungs would let me, before the second guy punched me in the face. I swore I saw stars as my face throbbed, the two still pinning me, my head propped against the second guy’s chest where he held a knife to my throat.

“Get off her. Now.” A deep male voice demands. I can’t see with the main guy on top of me but I am grateful for whoever it is coming to my rescue. The men only chuckle evilly but then something happens and the second guy jumps away from me quickly, making me slam my head down on the concrete. I groan and my vision goes blurry with tears as the stinging in my head intensifies. “Help…” I mutter as I fight to stay conscious, my head throbbing. The cold, rocky concrete is painful against my cheek, but not as bad as the weight of the man or the stinging in my head.

I can finally see around the main guy and spot a man a few yards away, aiming something in our direction. It’s hard to see with my blurred vision and the darkness, but it looks like a weird sideways weapon. “Ay, man. Chill out. We was just having some fun, that’s all.” The second guy insists, holding his hands up a little. I try to wiggle away but the man on top of me grabs onto my throat and holds a knife toward me.

“Think I won’t? Get the hell outta here or I’ll kill her right here, right now.” The man growls. I stare at the sharp tip of the knife in my face, fearing this is where my life will end. What will happen to Bailey and Colton without me?

The next moment is a huge blur. One second, there is a knife in my face, and the next, the man falls off of me, screaming in pain on the ground beside me. I jump up off the ground as fast as I can and stumble away from them, running blindly in the direction of where I had seen the shadowy figure of the other man. I stumble and trip in the combination of darkness and the pain throughout my body, reaching out to the brick wall to catch myself from falling but someone else catches me and I start flailing and trying to get away, until I look up.

It’s Merle. He hoists me up from where I was half fallen on the ground onto my feet and puts a hand around my waist to keep me up against him. His face is serious and it’s the first time he hasn’t cracked any jokes to me. I’ve never been more relieved to see someone in my life. I reach up and hold onto his neck, trying to keep my balance. The man continues screaming and cursing and I look back, spotting Daryl holding up a crossbow. “Oh shit! Fuck!” The second man screams, running away and leaving his friend behind with an arrow in his ass. Daryl walks over to him and takes his knife, pressing a foot on the man’s back and yanking the arrow out from his asscheek. I turn and hide my face in Merle’s shirt, disgusted and terrified. The screaming continues and then I hear a second scream and a trash can get knocked over. When I look back again, the other man is laying on the ground toward the back of the alley, an arrow in his leg.

Daryl stalks over to him and rips the arrow from his leg as well, kicking the man in the face before heading back toward the first man. “Ya ever, ever - come back here again… I’ll kill ya.” Daryl growls at the main guy who had been stalking me. Daryl rejoins us and puts a hand on my back hesitantly, looking down at me. I’d never been this close to either of the brothers and yet, somehow, I felt safer now.

“T-thank you.” I mumble into Merle’s chest, holding onto him tight, too afraid to let go. Tears stained into his shirt but I couldn’t bring myself to care - I was shaking and biting back crying.

“C’mon,” Merle mumbles, grasping onto my tight and trying to turn me around. I held onto him tight and let them lead me away, not paying attention. I saw Daryl grab my purse and keys in the corner of my eye and noticed Merle was leading me to a motorcycle. “You take her back, little brother. I’ll meet ya there after I finish up here.” Merle lets go of me and I feel like I’m going to fall over from the pounding in my head, but Daryl grabs onto me before I can fall completely over.

“Damn,” Daryl mutters, grabbing me tight and I notice that we are face to face. He’s got me by my waist and my hands grasp onto his shirt collar. “Sorry…” I mumble, blinking away fresh tears. He doesn’t respond but he helps me onto the back of the motorcycle. “Hold onto this.” He takes my hand and places it on these handlebar things, and I do. I do my best to stay up straight while he attaches my purse and his crossbow onto the back of the motorcycle and then sits in front of me. I whip my head toward the alley when I hear more screaming, but Daryl starts the engine and revs the bike. “Hold onto me. Tight.” Daryl hollers over his shoulder, and I do so without hesitation. I wrap my arms tightly around his waist and lean my head against his shoulder, terrified to fall off. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before - if I had been in a normal state of mind, I would have objected. But at this point, I wanted to get home as fast as possible.

The motorcycle is fast and the wind blows past us. I keep my eyes closed and focus on holding onto Daryl, feeling lightheaded and scared of falling off. It’s a short ride and he has to help me off of the bike. Holding onto his rough hand made me feel anxious and insecure but I had to in order to keep upright. He led me inside his house, and I did not object, as I did not want the kids to see me or for me to wake them up. He leads me over to a beaten up couch and I hesitantly sit down, looking around cautiously. I didn’t know if anyone else was here, but it seemed we were alone. I held onto my own arms tightly and tried to focus on my breathing. “I should uh, check ya out.” Daryl mumbles, crouching down in front of me. He waits for me to respond in some way, so I nod and uncross my arms. He runs a hand up my bare leg and I force myself not to flinch. I’m not afraid of Daryl, but tonight’s events have me shaken up. “Stand up,” He says, offering me his hand to help me get up. He lifts up my shirt a little and I flinch when he touches my back. “Yer pretty scratched up.” He comments, removing his hand from my back. “Should put somethin on that, so it don’t get infected.” He stands up when I sit back down and walks away, presumably to grab something. I hold onto my head and wince in pain where there is a large bump already forming.

Daryl returns with a few items in hand. He gives me a package of peas and shrugs, not meeting my eye. “Don’t have ice packs.” He mumbles, kneeling in front of me. “Turn around.” He tells me, and I move so that he can get to my back, placing the ice on my head. He starts applying something cold to my back and I sit as still as I can, wincing at the pain from where I was drug across the concrete. “Yer shirt’s all torn.” He notes when he pulls it back down. “Lemme see yer head.” I remove the ice and he gently runs his fingers through my hair, eventually finding the lump and I jump in pain, tearing up. “Sorry,” He mutters. “How do you feel? Ya might have a concussion.” He says, and I groan.

“I can’t afford to have a concussion.” I mumble and lean back into the sofa, holding the ice against my head once more. Daryl places a gentle hand on my cheek, below my eye, where I was punched. I look into his eyes as he gently rubs his rough thumb over what is surely a black eye. “M’sorry this happened to ya.” He mutters, looking away.

“Thank you for saving me.” I respond quietly.

“Wish I’d been there sooner.” He grumbles, standing up and removing his vest, tossing it onto the seat. He is wearing a black button down shirt and black jeans, his hair is matted against his forehead - but he looks very attractive. I look down at my bare knees that are now scratched up and feel my eyes burning again.

“What were you doing there, anyway?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Merle wanted a drink. Said ya worked there, wanted to bother ya I’m sure.” I let out a small chuckle and he continues. “We were leavin to head back, but we heard ya yellin.” I nod and look down again, trying not to think about it. I should be used to this sort of thing by now, given what I went through as a child.

Before either of us can say anything more, the door opens and Merle steps in, wiping his hands off on a rag. I notice the faint red marks on his knuckles and wonder what he had been doing, but try not to think of that either. Whatever he did, I didn’t care. Those men deserved it.

“She good?” Merle asks his brother, looking over at me huddled on their sofa. Daryl nods and explains my injuries briefly to Merle, who huffs. “Lucky we were there, sugar.” He comments. I don’t respond, hugging myself and shivering a little. Daryl notices but Merle heads to the bathroom, probably to clean up. Daryl walks away but returns shortly with a shirt and sweatpants. “Here. Ya can change in my room.” He mutters, handing the clothes to me. I am shocked but I accept and stand up slowly, following him back to his room. He shuts the door behind himself and I stand there for a moment, surprised to be in his room. He’s a lot sweeter than he likes to come off, it seems. It’s a very standard room. Pretty messy, no decorations, basic sheets on the bed, old paint. He clearly doesn’t care much for the room, it seems like he probably only uses it to sleep. It’s not “homey.” I remove my now ruined shirt and skirt and throw the large T-shirt on and tie the sweatpants on tight so they will fit me. The shirt is baggy and I notice it smells like Daryl. I hadn’t known what he smelled like before today but now I recognize it. It kinda smells like the outdoors, like firewood or something. It’s a nice scent, though, and I find it comforting.

I open the door with my old clothes in hand and spot Daryl waiting down the hall, leant up against the wall. Merle comes out of the bathroom at the same time and we make awkward eye contact. “Look like a Darylina.” He comments with a chuckle, walking past me toward the kitchen. Daryl looks at me for a long moment, until I meet his eye, and then he drops his gaze to the floor. I slowly approach him and give him a forced, appreciative smile. “Thank you.” I tell him gratefully. He has been so kind to me tonight. Before today, I hadn’t barely spoken to him before and he was always standoffish and seemed to avoid talking to me. It was a weird change, but welcomed. If only the circumstances it occurred under were different…

“Want me to throw em away?” He asks, referring to my clothes in hand. I shrug and hand them to him. He tosses them into a trash can and Merle walks over to the chair by the TV, popping open and beer and kicking his feet up. He seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation, it was weird. “Oh shit,” I mutter, realizing Beau is probably worried, waiting for me. “Do you have my phone?” I ask Daryl.

“That’s what yer worried bout?” Merle speaks up.

“No, I had been waiting for my ride. He’s probably worried.” I explain, looking to Daryl, hoping he had grabbed it. Silently, he pulls my phone from his pocket and hands it to me. “Thank you.” I unlock it and find a million missed calls from both Beau and Jessie. He must have woken her up when I never showed up. “Shit.” I grumble. I hated worrying them, after all they do for me.

“Yer boyfriend?” Merle asks, gulping down some of his beer.

“No, my friend’s boyfriend.” I respond as I text both of them in a group message that I was okay and that I would explain.

“Why would yer friend’s man be pickin ya up at three in the mornin?” Merle asks with a wink.

“Ew, no. I’m not like that. He’s a good friend, she’s watching the kids for me at my house right now. I gotta go let them know I’m okay…” I trail off, then remember I’m in Daryl’s clothes. “Uh, I can go change and bring these back-” I start, but he shakes his head.

“Keep em.” He insists, and I feel bad, but don’t fight back. “Ya might have a concussion, so ya should have someone check up on ya when ya sleep tonight, and get it checked.” He explains.

“Doctor Daryl.” Merle jokes sarcastically, and his brother shoots him an evil eye.

“Thank you guys for helping me. I don’t know how I can repay you…” I trail off, refusing to think about the course of the night again.

“Don’t worry bout it, darlin.” Merle smirks.

“Couldn’t just leave ya there.” Daryl mutters awkwardly, shuffling his feet.

“Well, still. Thank you.” I repeat before heading toward the door. Daryl follows behind me, handing me my purse and keys, and I wave before walking out and heading back to my house slowly, careful not to trip. I look back and notice he is watching me and I feel my cheeks heat up, fumbling to get my key out and open my door. I notice Beau’s truck is here and when I open the door, the two of them are sitting on the sofa, waiting for me.

Jessie and Beau were furious when I told them what happened and I ended up crying on her shoulder, letting the emotions from the night settle in. Beau threatened to go back out looking for them but I told him what I suspected Merle did and he didn’t. Jessie helped me get cleaned up and settled into bed. She slept next to me in my bed that night and woke me up every two hours, in case I had a concussion. Beau slept on the couch and I had never felt more appreciative for anyone more than I did for them and Daryl in that very moment...

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