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Quite The Unexpected (Pt. 11)

PAIRINGS: Aiden Pearce x Fem! Reader.

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Nudity, sexual language, mentions of snuff, pedophilia, xenophobia, racism deaths of characters, blood and body trauma.

"The backup has been uploaded." "That's great. I'm testing their security system and, I think we might've given them too much credit."

"That's what we felt about the bunker, and look what happened."

T-Bone grunted in discomfort. "I know. No need to rub salt in old wounds, pal. But, we've learned from our mistakes. And I've got encrypted. Raymond Kenney style."

Aiden smirked as he kept on watching the surveillance cameras outside another hacking member he had identified.

"Alright, I've got the three. None of them are past 30. And they seem to hang out alot with The Boss in this underground club called "Clifton's". It looks like a regular bar but rumor goes that it has a sub-level where stuff happens. And by stuff I mean drugs, women, you know, illegal shit."

"I might need to blend in." "Or you could watch from afar first instead of going directly for them" "You speak of it as if I'm not aware of what implies goin' in." "Alriiight. Alright. You haven't had your morning coffee yet, it seems."

Aiden rubbed his face almost in annoyance. Why he was cranky, he didn't know. But what he knew he needed was to fight. He needed to beat someone, the sooner, the better.

Or sex.

He stopped his mind from wandering off and sighed, pushing his phone back on his ear.

"Aiden?" "Sorry. I got distracted." "Yeah. Noted. You know, if you want to wait, we can do so-" "No. I've got this." "You sure, pal? Cause not having a proper focus will end up in you being killed. Is something wrong?" "Not really just... need to blow off some steam." "Right..."

T-Bone cleared his throat and again, Aiden could hear mirth in his tone. "You know? I know some couple of girls that would be thri-" "No. I've got enough of it for now."

T-Bone laughed and Aiden rolled his eyes. "No offense pal, but I was starting to think you were like the people that don't feel any sort of sexual desire towards someone... how you call em? Ah! asexuals."

"What are you talking about?" "Or were into guys. About damn time you got some. Who was the saint?" He gasped, "Was it Clara's sister?"

"T-Bone." Aiden warned and Kenney felt like a kid in a candy store.

"Right. Sorry. She hates your guts, true."

Aiden scowled at his words but exhaled softly. "A coworker of hers. Now, moving on-" "A coworker? Ahh, amigo. Way to truly fuck it up." "Why fuck it up? (Name) has a boyfriend already." "(Name)? Cute. Bet she's cute." "T-Bone." Again, he warned and T-Bone laughed.

"Relax, man. Friend's girls are off limits." "She's not-" "Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm just fucking with you. But seeing your grouchy ass is on charge of you today, we better get back to work. Like I was saying, I've got the three identified. It seems like these Videnko guys are siblings or something. The leader of the hacking team is a Videnko." "It seems the Boss would end up being a Videnko too."

"Most likely. So far we've got four of them. And I took my time to investigate them further. These guys are dangerous, and I mean it, Aiden. Some have international warrants. The guy who is in charge of the videos? Ilya, is labeled as a terrorist in Russia, and this hacker guy is wanted for cyber-terrorism and hacktivism."

"You think is linked with Dedsec?" "At all. Or wait... Actually? I think he had a couple of tries to get in with Dedsec. Or at least that's what this Wrench guy once told me. Let me ask them to see if it's the same guy." "Alright. I must come up with a plan. Gotta blend in if I wanna get in the club."

"Any news from your other contact on the politicians?" "Nothing new. But I'm sure the guy will do his job. He's competent."

"Well, he better hurry up cause if we're hunting these fuckers down, we need as much info we can get from them. We can't screw this up."

----

"Hey." Erik kissed your cheek by surprise wich you could only stare at him for a couple of seconds before kissing him back.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" "Just wanted to say goodbye. Got call from Linden's. Gotta go as soon as I can." "What? So soon?"

"I know, it sucks." He watched you desinfecting a patient's wound before going for the stitching kit. "But I gotta go." "It's alright. I know it's gonna be just two weeks. Then I get to have you all to myself." You giggled and kissed him, wich he returned.

"(Name) your patient is awaiting!" "Coming!" You replied at Rita. "I also gotta go. The kid needs some stitching." "Yeah. I will call you everynight though." "Alright. Have a safe trip, mon chérie." "You speaking french, does... umph. You don't know what you do to me." He kissed you again and smiled.

"Eww" The kid scrunched his nose in disgust upon watching you both

You both laughed and nodded. "Sorry, sorry." "I'll see you in two weeks." "Yes, sir. Dine and wine me after?" "You know me."

Erik and you both kissed once more before he left and you returned to your works. "You guys are disgusting." The kid spoke and you chuckled. "And so is this gash." You stuck your tongue out to him and he chuckled. "What you were doing anyways?" You applied some local anesthesics and begun your stitching.

"Playing with the lawn mower. And it's not the way you think. I was racing my brother to see who mowed the lawn quicker, but I fell and the stupid machine passed over my arm." "Good thing it didn't reach this section. Or else you'd be armless."

You saw the kid cringe as you worked on his wound. ----

"Hey, any news on the politicians?" "Hello, Pearce and yep. You'll have to access this website to get the files. They're hosted up in a cloud. They've got funky names by the way so don't panic."

Aiden awaited for the link and took a swig of a energy drink.

"For what I could gather, these guys are straight up pedos. One of them has been going to this club, 'Portier's' here in San Francisco." "How do you know his location?" "I drove him yesterday, twice. Took some evidence for you. Is my job done?" "Unfortunately, no. I know you'd rather be killing for money-"

"How sweet, you know me so well." "You might have the chance once you finish". "Now we're talking. Anyways, I gotta go. A fixer's contract just showed up." "Right."

Aiden hung up the call and looked back at the prints displayed in his screen. He had gotten the blueprints of the club and now he only had to figure out a plan.

In his way of trying to identify or get more of The Boss, he'd have to get in and that would imply knowing every single space inside, even the emergency exits. Wich the place only had two.

The upper stairs and the exit door next to the stage. The walls had a thick revestment, wich it would mean protection in case things went ugly. He'd get some gadgets with him, like smoke bombs, the coms jammers, and the most important one, the CTos Scan. A couple of hidden guns and his so ever trusted baton.

If the lead he had was true, he could identify the guy and start his manhunt. He took a seat and hacked in the cameras inside Clifton's. Just like T-Bone has said, it looked like a regular fancy bar.

Red carpet that matched the marroon and golden furniture that filled in the place. The mahogany tables contrasted with the marbled edges of the black and golden bar. The whole place was divided in three sections. The stage, the tables and the bars. The stage of course was in the middle, the tables scattered around before the stage and the bars on each side.

He could see from the cameras a door on the right side of the stage, guarded by two guards that easily blended in as part of Clifton's staff, since everyone, including the bartenders wore a full on black suit. The only way to tell them apart was by the color of their bowties and ties. The service people wore bowties, men red and women golden, and the bartenders wore ties. In the exact color scheme. But the guards, neither had bowties or ties.

Good details.

He then hacked into a goon's hidden camera and started recording. He could see the stairs, also 'dressed up' in the upper floor's colors. And within seconds he then transferred to the main cameras pn the sub-level. The layout was exactly as the upper floor, but, instead of a main stage, it had different pole canes installed around the place.

Some were caged, others like he'd be in a night club. There were few people scattered around, mostly goons.

Total of 8.

There was one guarding each corner, and the rest blended in. But again, no ties or bowties. Aiden could get in as a bar tender, but again, several things could go wrong. To starters, he didn't know if the bartenders were russian, he didn't know any sort of recipe, and it'd be quite noticeable he is brand new in the bar.

The only thing he knew about alcohol is that he liked it, irish and scotch whiskey to start with. It had the best 'punch'. He then downloaded the files and begun going through them, his stomach flipped in disgust.

Both of the politicians had been investigated by sexual misconduct with minors.

Jordi will have a hell of a time killing these bastards.

The images Jordi had sent was the politician along a teenage girl, she didn't look like passing the sixteens, of course her makeup would make them seem as older and they would pass up as grown ups.

This guy got involved in a public scandal with his attorney, then for sexual assault. Sick fuck.

Aiden kept adding felonies this politician. The other one was a bit more discreet, but still, it didn't make him less sick. Illegal animal ring fights, furs and illegal hunts, racism and xenophobia, along financing child labor campaings in foreign countries.

And this one made look his campaign in pro of immigrants. Too bad this information will be out.

He smirked. Aiden enjoyed when these sort of chances with politicians came up, and it was even better when they had a good reputation.

This is why I kept doing it.

For the thrill of getting people what they deserved? No. For Justice.

Politicians always promise, but never actually get shit done. Time to be put in timeout.

It was kind of ironic how the pedophile one had the highest chance to become a new mayor in another state.

It's not gonna be possible, big guy.

The Fox had seen enough about the files and soon he begun getting ready.

He dressed up fancily, wich was key on the dress code if he wanted to go in. He wore a black suit with a gray button shirt. His old Vigilante scarf was the perfect accesory since it looked like a silk scarf, and it matched perfectly his color scheme. His gun was hidden on his feet and his baton in his left ankle.

He shaved his beard and styled his hair to a side. He looked like a wealthy man. The perfect type of target for the mobsters downstairs.

He was wealthy, although illegally, but wealthy nonetheless. The plan was simple. He'd go in just to survey the area and to try an identify The Boss or anything that would lead to him. In previous hacked conversations he saw that the main leader would actually visit the club.

This was his chance. The guy had gotten away once and he was slippery enough to do it again. If not careful, he could make all of it longer. But he knew that it was possible with patience.

He hid all the devices he could and soon went out the door. He jammed a car and drove to the club.

These guys make the mob back in Chicago look like boys scouts.

He parked on the sub-level of the club for an easy escape and walked in Security wasn't that much strict, the metallic sensors the guards had didn't scanned him completely, so his gear could go undected on the top floors. But in the lower floor, he needed to be cautious. The club's insides were as lavish and fancy as the cameras had shown him.

There was a group playing live, jazz and blues. His green eyes scanned the area, looking for the guards. He took a seat at one of the empty tables, soon a waiter took his order. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. The corner of his eyes caught something. One of the atendees approached where the two guards would be and showed them a golden sort of ticket, then he was able to through.

He hacked the cameras and could take a closer look to what the golden ticket was.

An invitation?

The question was where would he'd get one. Were they coded? Did each of them had a special sort of number? He couldn't make out much from the ticket besides it being golden and having some embossed letters on it.

Guess I'll have to sneak in.

There was no more guards around. His phone was a weapon that could cause any sort of distraction within seconds. A blackout would be the most ideal thing, however, the club had a perfect reputation. And it'd be obvious something was going on.

The club was his playground, he could hack, make things and people explode. But for now, he's stick to non-letal distractions to avoid any suspicions.

Gotta make those two to move.

He first activated the alarms of two cars, but it wasn't enough to make them move. Just put the vallets in a brief panic. The cameras outside showed him that there was a couple of explosive-prone things.

Sorry, pal. Nothing personal.

He pressed the button and one pipe blew, knocking the boiling hot pipe's air on the two vallets. Their scream was enough for the remaining vallet to call them off. It was his chance. Waiters kept coming and going, minding their business. And when none was looking, Aiden snuck in.

The stairs came in spiral, lights lighted the way downstairs where he could hear faint music, wich volume increased as he kept approaching. When reaching the bottom of the stairs there was a completely different scenery before him.

The music was upbeat, women danced in cages, mostly skimpily dressed, leaving little to the imagination. Others danced in the pole canes, the guard downstairs gave him a mask. It was a black one, silky smooth finish. Once he got it on, he was allowed to roam free.

Some women threw themselves to him, touching him and dancing, he could see some other atendees engaging with them. And just as the cameras had showed him, there was a guard on every corner of the room. And many others roaming free. He could count 10 in total.

The emergency exits were in the spot he'd visualized before. He went to the bar and asked for another whiskey. A guard stood by him and looked at Aiden with mirth.

"Ready to bid?" The guard smirked as he downed his drink in one gulp. His accent heavy.

"Sure do. Yeah." "That's the fucking spirit! The boss like it when people aren't afraid to indulge themselves. What are you into?" "Came here for the women. And maybe business." "Ahh, good. Women are the best. You could beat them as much as you want and they'd keep quiet." The guard was clearly drunk, and maybe also high as it was easy to get information out. "Hope you stay for the halftime show." "A show?" "Yeah. Didn't they tell you?" He hiccuped and smirked, "We'll get a live show." The guard grope on Aiden's shoulder and cackled, "We're getting into a big bloody show today. And guess whose gonna help? Take a guess. C'mon." "You?" "Meee." The man blew his drunk breath on Aiden, who just scrunched up his nose in disgust. But it was his chance. "What's your boss name?" "It was... eh... Yurik. Wait no. I don't remember." The man downed another one and smiled, "He's one of the most badass boss you'll ever meet." "Is he?" "Da! He's good with guns. And business. Look how many people are here at this production!"

Production?

"Is he coming today?" Aiden downed his drink. "Of course! He's the main lead on our show. You know him?!" "I wish. Sounds like a man you'd want to be." Aiden kept the conversation along, talking when necessary just to get as much information out.

"Da. Lots of millions each month. And women. Women love him." "I bet. Does he treat you good?" "Oh yes. Da. I'd give my life for him" he beated his chest proudly. "Does he have siblings?" "Oohh yes. But we don't talk about that... traitor." "Traitor?" Aiden invited the guard another one, and he gladly accepted the drink. "Yurik, the rat, got away when the boss was growing on the business. He didn't like it. Took a few millions with him. But boss is good. So he let him escape. Yurik has a girl now. No offense. But she's american." "They fought over it?" "A...lot." "The boss didn't like when Yurik told him that he was dating an american girl. But he let his brother to get away with it."

The guard yawned and took another one.

"No offense but american, gurls. No good. Too much trouble."

Aiden chuckled.

"К черту, Орли. Оставьте гостя в покое!*" the other guard pulled the drunk guard away from The Fox and sighed.

"My apologies, sir. This idiot doesn't know how to behave. Let's go."

The other guard dragged his subordinate away as the drunk one giggled and spoke in a slurred russian.

A show?

Aiden was smart enough to figure out that the show would result in someone being killed.

And if they're the same sick fucks, they'd film it and sell it.

His suspicions were confirmed upon seeing Ilya laughing and drinking with some other people. The place was like a debauchery room. Some of the women were stripped and pulled into more private spots. Aiden could hear some moanings, despite the music eachoing loud and clear.

He started to feel a buzz through his body that slowly started to feel a mix of emotions he only got upon trying Defalt's digital trips.

How didn't he notice? Of course the drug would take it's time in doing effect. And now he was starting to feel them, he needed to either cover his ears or hack the Dj booth. Just a few taps on his phone and it was done.

His body felt relieved upon the music changing, but many for not saying mostly were already too high to actually stop whatever they were doing.

He saw some of the guards suddenly to reunite at the entrance and finally he could see his face. For some reason he could feel a deja vù. The man was tall, brown haired, slicked back, hazel eyes, a couple of tattoos sneaking up on his neck and knuckles. A thick cigar on his hands. He greeted Ilya in a way people greet their family. He shook a couple of hands and for Aiden's luck, he came his way.

The boss offered Aiden his hand, and Aiden greeted him.

"Welcome!" His voice was deep, a bit harsh and raspy, but held enough kindness to make anyone feel welcomed. Aiden however didn't detect any sort of accent on him. "One of my subordinates told me you came here for business. Antoyev."

"Richard. Impossible to lose a chance like this. Your men convinced me, actually." "They're good men, Da. Why don't we speak more privately, once the show ends?" "Of course." Aiden nodded and Antoyev just chuckled. His hazel eyes trying to figure out who was behind that black and slick mask.

"Следи за этим парнем.*" The boss mumbled to one of the men nearby him, then he moved on the next guest and so on. Now that he had identified him, he could go and search whatever he could find about him.

He made his way towards the main entrance. Giving curt nods to the other atendees. He noticed one of the goons following him from afar, when a girl, dressed in white lingerie stopped him. She made a motion to Aiden to follow her. And if he wanted to blend in and get rid of the tailing goon, he'd have to 'indulge himself'.

He followed the woman, to a more private spot. Those 'spots' were booths that had an u shaped, red leather seat, a pole cane and of course some condoms in a small tray ontop of the table nearby. The woman closed the courtains and pushed Aiden to the seat. She climbed ontop of him and smirked.

"I need you to listen." She mumbled softly, enough for him to pay attention. Aiden looked at her way and his hands started to roam her body slowly. The woman moaned loudly purposely, and then gave a glance to the floor. He could see someone walking away.

"You were being followed." "I know." "You have to get me out of here. Please." She mumbled in between kisses on his neck.

The accent on the woman was slightly heavy, and that's when she removed her bra.

"They have cameras in here so play along." The woman licked his ear and he couldn't help but shudder at the sensation, but his discipline made sure he kept the composture.

"What is this place?" "Isn't that obvious?" The woman replied as her hands sauntered over his chest.

"Heard one of the guys talking about a show. What is it?" "The show is someone getting killed. And that someone is me." She licked his cheek softly, "you are supposed to touch me. Now."

His hands were on her breasts and squeezed them softly, then pulled her down to kiss her neck. She arched her back and moaned as her hips grinded on his. He could see a red spot on the camera but then it went off. That's where the woman stopped and grinded harder on him, this earned a groan from him. And that's when she stopped with a smile.

She covered her breast again and Aiden exhaled.

"Look, as much as I'd love to ride you, I need you to get me out of here. I... I don't wanna die. And much less to have someone to film it and sell it." "So that's the show." "A lot of women have been killed like this. That guy, Antoyev is always requested in the videos. He's cruel."

The woman braced herself and looked up at the cameras. "They turn it off as soon ad the business start to... you know. Get real. Fucking perverts."

"Do you have any sort of tracking device on you?" "On my back. A tattoo."

Just like Poppy.

"I can help you. If you help me."

"I won't suck your cock okay? "

"I'm not... Look. None of that is gonna happen. I need you to tell me everything you know about Antoyev."

"That's the problem, приятель. We are not allowed near him. Just few lucky women do. And I haven't gotten that luck. And look at me!. All I know is that he works abroad with a shipping company"

"Alright. When does the show starts?" "In half an hour. Ilya is setting up the cameras. Everyone is here to see me being butchered." "Do they sedate the women?" "If they're good? Yes. They give them a merciful death. These guys are serious." "I know. That's why I wanna hunt them down."

The woman just looked at him and gave a nod. "You're not the first one in saying so. How are we getting out?" "See those air ventilations?" "I don't fit there."

Aiden went silent and sighed. "This wasn't in my plans." "Don't you dare in leaving me here. I beg you. I chose you because Antoyev doesn't cross words with anyone. He asked one of his guys to keep an eye on you because he feels threatened. He doesn't like foreigners to be snooping in his business."

"You know him more than you let on." "Years of working on this club has make me quite the reader of people. Now, time is running. In twenty something minutes I am supposed to be fetched and drugged. If you are going to help me it's the chance." "Blackouts are a good distraction." "We've never had blackouts before." "There's always a first." "We have some back up generators. One underneath the main stage, and the other one on the bar's floor."

"That's a stupid place to put a generator." "Right?!" The woman chuckled and she smiled at him.

"I'm Yelena. I go by Rosie around here." "Joe." "You don't look like a Joe to me." "Exactly. We gotta play smart. You can take the bar's generator out and I'l take the stage one. I could cause an explosion to them, but that would be too obvious. The more discreet we do things, the more chances we get to go alive from here."

"Promise me, you'll do anything possible to get me out. The others have lost hope. I wanna give them that. I want to give them something they can hold on." "Sorry to break it, but hope is a sad thing." "For you. For me, is everything. And if I die trying, then so be it. But I rather go fighting."

He sighed and held up his hands. "Alright. Let's get us out. Once the generators are out, you go to the door next to the stage. And if you have the chance to change your shoes, do it. We'll have to run." "The device on my back" "Don't worry."

He positioned his phone and made it look like he would take a picture. Yelena whined as the device gave her a small shortcut.

"Done. They'll think you're still here. But once we get out they'll be no longer able to track you." "If we weren't escaping for our lives, I'd kiss you." "Appreciated but don't. Now, let's go." "Ooh, have a girlfriend?" Aiden ignored her wich she just smirked. "If you do, doing things like this still count as cheating. приятель"

Yelena fluffed our her hair and smeared her makeup purposely. To create a 'done' look. Aiden was the first in going out, he straightened his suit and went to the bar. The goon that had been following him was now out of sight. He sat at one of the tables and soon hacked on the camera to where the stage was. He'd have to hack it as soon as possible before the intrusion was read and the alarms went off.

Thanks to T-Bone, the both had hacked into the Bratva's hardrive and gotten the access to the CtOs. So escaping would be relatively easier. His part was done once he succesfully hacked into the generator's security code. He could see Yelena drinking and knocking over some bottles on the floor. The bartenders trying to get her off the bar as people cheered at her.

There was a slight power outage and soon Yelena disappeared out of his sight just to appear minutes later next to the door, barefoot. People were now murmuring upon a light cloud of smoke and a buzz came from behind the bar. Mostly thought it was all part of the show so they clapped on.

He was about to cause a blackout when Ilya held on Yelena by her wrist and pulled her to him, a tad rough.

"There you are! What are you doing here? You gotta go get ready for the show!" None had to be a genius to notice that Ilya was pulling forcefully the blonde. "You've been a bad girl. Look what you did to the bartenders! Now they have to clean all of your mess." He gritted his teeth on the last part.

Yelena fought and tried to pull away from him, but one slap of Ilya was enough to keep her still. Aiden made his way towards the conmotion and pushed one of the atendees against Ilya. Being the violent man he was, Illya took the man by the neck and begun beating and cussed at him in russian.

People around started to scream and run away from the fight area, even the dancers and women around. None wanted to face the Producer's wrath. This was distraction enough for Yelena to get away from Ilya and she ran towards the entrance. Some atendees begun going away through the spiral stairs, despite Antoyev's attempts to calm everyone down.

Aiden caused a blackout.

People now ran and screamed in panic in all directions trying to also escape, Aiden took Yelena with him and they finally managed to make their way through the sea of people that had clumped on both exits, fleeing through the emergency exit after dumping the mask nearby the tables.

"Start the car. Now!" Aiden pulled out his gadgets, first he jammed and deactivated the communications from the upcoming reinforcements, then, he threw a gas bomb where he had just came out, feeding the collective hysteria and pulled his gray vigilante scarf up his face.

"Wich one?!" Yelena looked around in panic.

Hell broke lose.

Bullets started in a couple of rounds and then rained everywhere.

"Joe!" Yelena screamed as she scrambed away, hiding behind an SUV. Aiden fired back, shooting at everything that moved as he shot his way through to reach behind the SUV. Antoyev came out, and pulled out his handgun. He shot three times. The first one impacting on the mirror next to Aiden, blocking temporarily his sight.

The second one on the SUV's window, breaking it into tiny shards that exploded on Aiden sides, making him to groan in pain as he ducked over. The last one just echoed in Aiden's direction.

Aiden shot on Antoyev's direction and focused to shoot him on his shooting arm, then took out Ilya, with a clean shot on his forehead. Yelena finally got the chance to get in the car.

He scrambled away to get in the car and escape. Yelena couldn't help but yell in excitement as the car roared further and further through the streets. Their victory however would last little as other goons tailed after them.

Let's see if the access works properly.

As he pressed a button, one of the sewers blew up in scorching steam, the explosion taking out two of the cars that followed them. The explosive wave sending Aiden's car forward. It felt so thrilling, despite it being a familiar sensation.

"Watch out!" Yelena curled into the space between the passenger seat and the car's dashboard when one of the cars began shooting at the rear and lateral windows.

"Do you know how to use a weapon?" "Da!" Yelena yelped when the car abruptly turned left.

"Then fucking shoot!" Aiden handed over the gun and pushed the accelerator as deep as he could. Yelena took the weapon and soon, began shooting randomly. The gun's charger was emptied to the car next to them. Yelena had managed, although with some difficulties, to bring down the driver, the passenger and the car to detour into an alleyway to crash.

One car left.

Aiden kept on driving, turning and skipping through ways to escape. Maybe he had finally found his match at driving since no matter how he drifted, the goon kept tailing him.

"Hold on tight" Aiden grunted as he tried to hold his injured side. Yelena immediately secured herself with the seatbelt, Aiden did a risky turn to then activate the bollards from the ground, the goons collided fair and square on them, destroying the car completely.The men's bodies were crushed between the car debris and the bollards.

Aiden glanced one last time to them and drove to a safer zone. His heart however kept on beating and just when he tried to accomodate on his seat, felt the true instensity of the pain that the shards of glass burried in his side inflicted.

"You're bleeding." Yelena noted and Aiden whined softly in response. His breath hitched.

"I'll drop you off soon. Where?" "Airport. I have a friend in there. She will help me out." "You sure?" "Da. Uhm... we could stop by a-" "No. I'll be fine."

Aiden kept on glancing back to see if anyone kept on following them, his hand never leaving his wounded abdomen to apply pressure. The adrenaline felt like a drug that was at his highest peak on him.

"Take that coat" It was a leather trencoat he had removed before entering Clifton's.

"Thank you." Yelena put on the trenchcoat and secured it on her body and smiled, then she cupped Aiden's cheek gently and kissed him.

"Don't die, приятель." She gave a last smooch and got off the car. Aiden awaited for her to go inside to then drive off.

Can't get medical supplies like this.

He dialed Jordi but he never answered. Wich mean he was out of reach.

T-Bone.

His fingers trembled everytime he moved. The shards dug deeper if he moved forward, but still he managed to call T-Bone.

"Kenney..." he mumbled in between raged gasp. "Don't mean to be rude but... I rather stick as friends pal. I don't think like that about you."

Laughing was almost as painful as the sharp glass cutting through his tissue and muscles.

"The nearest medical facility?" "What? Are you ok?" "No. Where." He almost growled.

The sound of some keyboards being pushed kept him alert. Adrenaline was slowly wearing off his body. His side felt burning, dull pain on his mid section and unceasing pulsations from the inside.

"Two miles away" "Fuck." "Aiden, are you ok?" "No. I think I was shot." "You think?! What happened?!

There was a silence and T-Bone sighed. "Found the boss. Shot him too."

"That makes things worse. I know, the nearest hospital-"

T-Bone could heard a lound honk from the outside. "You'll have to go to a hospital, pal. Gunshots are serious."

"No time for that." Aiden laboured in between gasps. "I'll be fine. I'll call you back soon." "Wait! I know someo-"

He had to stop midway in the highway to steady his breath, after abruptly ending up the call with T-Bone.

C'mon, Pearce.

He grunted as he pressed the accelerator with his foot and drove. His sight at times blurred but once he was in a familiar zone, he skipped a beat.

He abandoned the car in a parking lot and inhaled sharply upon walking. His whole energy was spent trying to lose the henchmen, dropping off Yelena and trying to keep himself awake. He walked and finally was inside your building. He took the elevator, and his left foot sloshed in his shoe.

Soon. Just hold on.

He'd take some time to open the door and go the bathroom. If the door was left open , he didn't care. He needed antibiotics, bandages and some alcohol. The shards had cut deep enough.

He hadn't paid attention, but he had left a small bloody trail in your apartment's entrance leading back to him. His gray shirt felt damp. The adrenaline surely had left his body weak and weary. He took the tweezers, removed his suit and unbuttoned his shirt. He could see some pieces of glass poking out of the once fancy shirt and of course a bullet hole on both sides of his shirt.

Cold sweat ran down his spine as his body shuddered while he tried to pull out the bigger shards.

The front door creaked and then closed.

He swallowed, and took his baton out. ---

You had a long day at work and exhausted was a tiny fraction of how you felt. Your eye swelling had decreased considerably. But the bruise, so ever black, blue, purple and yellow was still there. You only wanted to get home, a hot bath and a nice dinner you've gotten for yourself.

Your heart sunk and beat upon seeing your door ajar. A blood handprint on it. You took your keys, accomodating them between your fingers, ready to strike. But the rustling and grunting in your bathroom only made you to grip your keys tighter, but then you found the broom and grabbed it.

The grunting only increased followed by erratic breaths.

"What the fuck..." exhaling deeply you found the courage to suddenly kick the door open, broom in both hands ready to attack, but a hand, a very metallic scented hand covered your mouth. There was a clank on the floor. And from what you could see, it was a baton along your broom.

"Don't make a noise." He heaved in pain and pushed you gently against the wall, "please."

Your body trembled, tears had flooded your eyes but you could still see Aiden's silhouette. Slouched, panting and gasping for air. The very familiar metallic scent you were used to see on a daily basis, suddenly felt too overwhelming to bear. He removed his hands from your mouth, leaving a stain on your face making you to gag.

"W-What... what happened?." You croaked. "..." he grunted as he tried to stand up but his weight was starting to feel too heavy, even for him.

"Help me." He gulped and his knees begun to feel weak. His body crashed against yours and you could feel warm dampness on your skin and clothes. You shook your head as your heart pounded against your ribcage so painfully that it made you yelp when you felt the shards on his side as you tried to support him.

His chin now resting on your shoulder and his hands slipping away from the wall to avoid putting all his weight at once on you. You panted softly, the anxiety begun eating you alive.

"A-Aiden?" "P... Please. Just.." He felt heavier on you. He was passing out. "Just this time." You shook your head vehemently as tears rolled down your cheeks. "I... I don't have the right equipment here, we gotta... go... to a.. a... a hospital."

"Can't..." he mumbled so ever quietly. Now it was your time to swallow, hard. It hurted to even breathe as he was now practically going limp on your shoulders.

"C-Can you make it to the guest room?"

He shook his head and exhaled slowly.

"...rry." "Aiden?!" You called but there was no answer. Instead, his body finally plumetted on yours. You caught his upper body with an 'oomph', as your legs did their best to support the whole weight.

"Aiden..." you grunted while trying to get him off you. "Aiden wake up... you can't do this!. Not here." You nearly sobbed as panick rose. "Please..." His blood made him hard to hold, you could feel him slowly slipping away from your grip.

He fell on the floor with ease as you tried to make his fall less painful, but it almost brought you down with him. Your uniform was damp. A huge bright and glossy red stain adorned your once pristine aquamarine uniform and shoes.

Your knees gave up and you covered your mouth with your hands, suppressing a sob as you stared at an unconscious and bleeding Aiden on the floor.

Shit.

------------ К черту, Орли. Оставьте гостя в покое!*" - Goddammit Orley, leave the guest alone! Следи за этим парнем.*" - Keep an eye on this guy. приятель* - Buddy, pal, friend.

#aiden pearce #aiden pearce x reader #aiden pearce x female reader #watchdogs fanfiction

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reids-chop-stick · 4 years

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Our Princess

Summary: Morgan and Reid invite Y/N over for dinner one night, and before long, things heat up between all three of them.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader x Derek Morgan

Word Count: 1,869

Warnings: Bondage, spanking, oral sex, nipple biting, and double penetration

A/N: I have been dying for a fanfic where the reader has a threesome with Reid and Morgan and I tried so hard but could not find one, so I decided to write one, and I really hope you all enjoy it:)

You had been working for the BAU for 3 years now. You had boyfriends on and off but you always kept and eye on Derek and Spencer. They were both so attractive, both in different ways of course, Spence was cute and nerdy but you just knew he could get things done in the bedroom, and Derek was hot, plain and simple.

You never said anything to them though, your relationship was strictly professional, even if your mind did wander sometimes. That was until tonight though. Morgan had invited you and Reid to his place for some dinner and a movie. You didn’t really think too much about it but it was kind of weird that it was just going to be the three of you, sure you were friends and coworkers, but the three of you never hung out alone. You thought it was probably nothing, but again you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

That night you arrived at Dereks around 6. When you got there Spencer was already there and they were making dinner.

“Is there anything I can help with?” You asked

“We got it, just relax and pour yourself a glass of wine babygirl” Derek said, winking at you

You grabbed the wine off the table and ended up pouring a glass for everyone. Dinner was done soon after that.

The three of you got your plates and headed to the dining room. As you ate there wasn’t a whole lot of interesting conversation, mainly just stuff about work, but all throughout dinner Reid and Morgan kept giving each other a look. You couldn’t help but notice, but you tried to just shrug it off.

After you finished the three of you sat down on the couch and relaxed. That was until Morgan sat his hand on your thigh.

“Listen babygirl, there was a reason we invited you here tonight...”

“Oh yeah?” You said almost choking on your wine

“Well we see the way you look at us sometimes, and both of us have a little thing for you. We talk about it all the time, and were hoping to maybe do a little something about that...all three of us?” Morgan said

You were speechless.

“The two of you? With me? Tonight?”

“If you want to, it’s all up to you, we don’t want to push, but we haven’t stopped thinking about it since the day we met you” Spencer piped in

Again, you were absolutely speechless.

“I- yes. I want to”

You had been dreaming about this for years and you were not gonna skip out on an opportunity like this.

“Good. Now let’s lay out some ground rules” Morgan said with a smirk

“If at anytime you feel uncomfortable let us know, our safety word will be red”

“Okay” you responded, knowing damn well you wouldn’t be saying the word red at all for the rest of the night

“You also will address us by saying yes sir and no sir, there will be consequences if you don’t” Spencer added

“Yes sir” you responded with a giant grin on your face

“Alright babygirl, you ready?”

“Yes sir” you replied

Morgan lifted you up and carried you to his bedroom, Reid following close behind. When he sat you down on the bed he and Reid started removing their clothes giving you a bit of a show, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them. They then sat down on both sides of you and started kissing you and grabbing at you. You were already starting to get wet just from their touch. As they felt your body and continued kissing you they both slowly started removing your clothes.

Once you were fully exposed Morgan climbed on top of you and kissed down your body. While he was keeping you busy Spencer was grabbing his tie that he had ripped off earlier. He then walked up next to the bed.

“Arms. Now.” He demanded

You did as you were told and he tied your hands up to Morgan’s bed frame.

“Ahh right where I want you” Spencer said smiling down at your naked body

While Morgan had finally kissed his way down to your clit Spencer sat down next to you and began kissing your lips, while tugging at your nipples. Soon enough he began kissing his way down to your nipples and started biting at them. You moaned out in pain and pleasure. Morgan was still working his way around your clit, swirling his tongue around it, making it extra sensitive.

“Did I say you could make any noises?” Spencer asked

“No sir”

“Then I suggest you better stay quiet, or you’ll see what happens”

Part of you wanted to listen to him, but part of you also really wanted to see what happens. You also were struggling to keep quiet with the two most attractive men you had ever met kissing and biting at your body. You moaned out again.

“What did Reid tell you?” Morgan asked

“To keep quiet or see what happened” you responded

“Did you hear the word sir in that?” Reid asked looking at Morgan

“No I don’t think I did” he responded

“Guess we’ll have to give her some extra punishment” Reid responded

You struggled to contain your excitement. Did they know that you liked being punished? Probably not. But that made this ever more fun.

Reid untied your wrists and threw you over his lap.

“Do you know what’s going to happen?” Reid asked

“You’re going to spank me like the dirty little whore I am?”

“Finally, you got something right” Reid responded

He began smacking your bare ass at full force.

“Count for us babygirl” Morgan told you

You did as he said.

Every time Spencer spanked you, you counted it out. By about the 15th spank you were barely getting the words out. Your ass was red and feeling very hot and you were in lots of pain. You enjoyed it though.

“I think that’s enough, what about you Morgan?” Reid said

“You think she learned her lesson?”

“I guess we’ll find out, are you going to be a good little girl for us now Y/N?” Reid asked

“Yes sir” you responded

“Good” said Morgan

Yet again Reid grabbed his tie. This time however, he didn’t tie you to the bed, he just tied your wrists together behind your back.

“My turn to taste her” Reid said

The two men helped you sit down on top of Reids face, legs spread wide open. Spencer began licking at you and it took everything you had not to moan out his name. All while Reid was taking care of business down there Morgan began to kiss you and play with your breasts.

“You have the best tits” he said

“Thank you sir” you responded

At that moment Reid grabbed your hips and shimmied you down to his hard cock.

“You. Inside me. Now.”

You didn’t hesitate to lift yourself up for him to enter you. While you sat up Spencer guided himself inside of you and you slowly slid down his length. You couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“You like that babygirl?” Morgan asked

“Yes sir” you yelled out

You began lifting yourself up and down on his cock, moaning the whole time. You announced that you were about to cum and Spencer immediately pulled out of you. You sat there pouting while he had a giant smile on his face.

“Can’t have you orgasming that easy, now can we?” Reid said

You were still annoyed though.

Morgan reached into his nightstand and retrieved a small bottle of lube, and began rubbing it all down his dick. He knew you were soaked so you wondered why he was lubing himself up. However, you stopped wondering when Spencer pulled you up into his arms and slammed into you. You couldn’t focus on anything else, only Spencer. That was until Morgan slowly entered you from behind. You couldn’t help but scream out his name. Morgan chuckled at you screaming his name. Spencer began thrusting harder because he was a little jealous you had yet to call out his name. Before long though, you were moaning his name too.

You were begging at this point.

“Sir can I please cum?” You moaned out

“What do you think pretty boy? Should we let her?” Morgan asked Reid

“I don’t know, do you think you have earned it?” Reid asked you

“Yes” you cried out

Morgan pulled out of you and Reid sat you down on the bed.

“If you expect to cum, you’re going to make us cum first” Reid said while untying your wrists

You quickly got to work.

Rubbing your hand back and forth on Morgan’s dick while shoving Reids in your mouth. You sucked as hard as you could because you needed to cum now. You ended up switching between Reid and Morgan’s cocks a few times before they both climaxed. You took as much of their cum in your mouth as possible because they both tasted so good. What didn’t go in your mouth though, went all over your body. You had no problem with that though.

You felt very satisfied with yourself that you were able to make both of them cum in just a few minutes.

“That was pretty good babygirl” Morgan said

“She definitely earned her privilege to come” Spencer added

“Please I need it now” you begged

“Oh would you look at that we have her pleading for us” Reid said to Morgan

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for years, having her eating out of the palm of my hand, it feels good”

“Will you two please make me cum now, I did what you said!”

“Patience princess” Morgan said while winking at you

Morgan sat down on the bed next to you and sat you down right on top of his cock facing him. He began thrusting in and out of you, meanwhile Spencer entered you from the back and began rubbing your clit. After only a couple minutes you were screaming their names.

“MORGAN, REID, PLEASE”

Morgan and Reid gave each other a look and Morgan said, “Cum for us babygirl”

You didn’t hesitate. Your whole body started shaking and you couldn’t control it. You were panting like crazy, all while continuing to moan their names.

Once you had calmed down Reid pulled out of you and Morgan picked you up and lied you back down. The two of them grabbed their boxers and ran to the bathroom to grab some towels to help clean you off. You took Morgan’s T-shirt from the floor and put it on once you were all cleaned up.

While the guys were getting things situated you cuddled up in Morgan’s bed. When they came back in they lied down on either side of you.

“You did so good tonight” Spencer told you

“Babygirl, I knew you had it in you but shit, that was amazing” Morgan added

“Guess we’ll just have to do that more often” you smirked

“Guess so” they both said

You fell asleep soon after that, all snuggled up in the arms of your two favorite people.

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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it will come back [pt. 2] /// Yandere Shigaraki x f!Reader

Summary: You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 1] [Part 3]

A/N: Title from the Hozier song—“don’t let it in with no intention to keep it / jesus christ, don’t be kind to it / oh honey don’t feed it / it will come back.”

Tags/warnings: yandere, violence (not directed toward reader), crying, Shiggy REALLY likes you, reader needs a friend and a good night’s sleep, non-explicit sexual content. [In later parts: 18+, sex, other stuff]

He—Tomura—keeps visiting.

At first you think it’s because of the free medical care, and you wish you had the spine to tell him to suck it up and go see a professional. After a couple weeks turn into a couple months and his wounds fade into ragged purple scars, though, you start to think differently.

Within a short time Tomura has figured out your work schedule, and he does a decent job of not showing up after your long shifts. The unavoidable consequence of this is that he ends up monopolizing your precious days off, but you come to the realization about a month and a half in that you don’t actually mind. You like it. It’s like spending time with a friend.

Mostly you guys talk. It doesn’t seem like Tomura really has anyone to talk to the way the two of you do, but that’s probably just you projecting. It’s usually shallow stuff—TV shows you like, video games he plays, funny stories from patients you treated. Sometimes when you’re cooking for yourself, you make extra for him. (It happens a lot, actually, and at one point you bring up how much his appetite is costing you and the next time you see him he brings a bag of rice and makes you a porridge that crunches between your teeth when you try to eat it. You can’t finish yours, but he eats an entire bowl and insists that you’re being picky.)

Sometimes he sleeps over on the couch, but he’s always gone when you wake up.

The two of you skirt around the heavier stuff, and you know it’s intentional on his part. You have to resist the urge to ask him about being a villain—he’s all but confirmed it for you, and it’s human nature to be curious, isn’t it? In the same way you can’t help looking at a car crash, you want to poke and prod and find out what it is, exactly, that Tomura does for a living. That part of his life is suspiciously absent from your discussions—if you didn’t know better, you’d think he spends all of his time sleeping and playing games and breaking into your place.

On the other hand, you don’t want to know. Plausible deniability. You can accept criminality in the abstract, but you’ve treated too many victims of the bullshit hero–villain battle to be comfortable really knowing why Tomura avoids public places.

So you don’t ask about it, and Tomura doesn’t tell, and you don’t look up his name. And it’s easy. It’s nice. You’d forgotten what it’s like to come back to a home that isn’t empty.

And then one day when you get off a few hours early from your shift, you stop by a convenience store to pick up some snacks for yourself (hey, you’ve been working hard, you’re entitled to binge a little on foods that you’re afraid to look at the fat content for), and you think, Hm, I wonder if Tomura wants some.

[You: 7:49 PM] > Are you coming over today? [T: 7:49 PM] > Yeah why [You: 7:51 PM] > Getting snacks > Want some? [T: 7:51 PM] > No

[T: 8:12 PM] > When r u coming back to ur place

[T: 8:58 PM] > Hey where are you

[T: 9:39 PM] > (Y/N)?

There’s a man with a gun in the convenience store.

It takes you a second to process at first. You’re standing in the snack food aisle seeking out Oreos and debating the merits of Double Stuf vs. Mega when you catch the mumbled demand and the metallic clicking noise you’ve only ever heard in movies before. It’s a gun—you know that, but your mind dismisses it because it’s ridiculous. Guns are rare in hero society. People don’t go around robbing bodegas at gunpoint anymore.

(You should know better. You work in a goddamn ER. But you compartmentalize, and the crimes you see written across your patients’ bodies stay out of the realm of your personal life because you need them to.)

It’s only when you see the muzzle of a hunting rifle pushed up to the cashier’s sweaty neck that you really understand what’s happening.

You drop to the ground immediately, looking toward the exit but it’s shut and there’s some kind of metal…thing holding the door closed. The cashier mumbles a denial and you can hear him fumble around with the cash drawer for what feels like ages.

It’s real. This is real. You’re in the middle of a robbery. Where are the heroes? Why isn’t anyone doing anything?

God, you’re a hypocrite, cowering behind the aisle divider and waiting for someone to step up while the robber’s demands get increasingly louder and more frantic. He wants money, and the cashier (who, you remember, is a man in his sixties with hands that shake with Parkinson’s when he holds out your receipt) isn’t being fast enough.

“That’s it? There’s no more? Are you fucking kidding me, there’s gotta be a safe or something—“

“No! No, p-please, I’m sorry, this is all I have!”

You cringe, crushing your eyes closed as if that will make it go away. You’re surprised you can hear at all over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears.

“Don’t fuck with me old man, I know there’s more! Show me the safe or I’ll blow your goddamn brains out!”

No! You have to do something. You can’t just sit here. You’ve heard plenty of death threats from your patients (not to mention that one from Tomura), and you know the difference between a bluff and a serious warning. Maybe you can catch the robber off guard, try to pull the gun away? You stand up quickly, hoping against hope that you won’t regret this, but in a split second you see that the cashier has the same idea and he’s trying to pull the rifle out of the robber’s hand and—

BANG.

Something warm and wet splatters across your face.

///

Tomura is angry when you get back to the apartment. As soon as he hears your key in the lock he rises from your couch so he can grab your collar with three fingers, jerking your head up to force you to look at him. “Where have you been? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting—“

But he cuts short in the middle of his sentence. Maybe because he sees the look on your face. Or maybe he just notices the traces of blood you haven’t been able to wipe off.

“What happened,” Tomura says. It’s not a question. He adjusts his grip slightly so it’s not quite as punishing, but you hold still anyway.

You have to force your mouth open in order to speak, but when your voice comes out it’s more steady than you thought it would be. “It’s not my blood. There was a robbery at the store. The cashier got shot.”

“Oh.” He releases you and frowns. “That’s it?”

“Fuck you.” You push past him into the kitchen to get yourself a drink with trembling hands. Pantry’s out of shōchū, whiskey will just make you sicker—ahh, there it is. Baijiu. The glug glug glug of the liquor into the glass does nothing to put your nerves at ease, but you pour yourself a double anyway.

“Wait—wait.” Tomura’s hands twitch and rub over his arms like he’s trying to stop himself from grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you. “Calm down. Why are you so upset? Don’t you see this stuff every day?”

You do. You’re an ER nurse. There’s no injury you haven’t seen. But it’s not about the blood. “I...I knew him. The cashier. He was nice. He had a grandkid on the way. I—“ You bite your lip and down the baijiu in one gulp. It burns.

Tomura clearly doesn’t know how to comfort you; probably doesn’t even really know why you need to be comforted. What does it mean that death is so meaningless to him? you wonder. But you need someone to listen to you, clueless or not, and Tomura will have to do.

The baijiu is still bitter and hot down your throat when you speak again. “You know something? Know what they asked me when the heroes finally showed up and pulled us out of there, me and the corpse?”

“…What?” Tomura asks warily.

“They stuck a camera in my face and asked me if there was anything I wanted to say to the hero who saved me. Any words of gratitude I wanted to share,” you spit. Now it’s your turn to feel your hands making fists at your sides. Your fingernails scratch into your palms like the pain can be an outlet for the sudden overwhelming fury spilling over you. “They didn’t save him. They were too late.”

Tomura’s eyes widen, and through your curtain of anger you can tell he’s looking at you in a way he’s never looked at you before. It’s unlike him to even look directly at you, and when he does it’s usually in disinterest or half-sincere irritation. This, though…this is different. He’s watching you like a believer watches a prophet. You can tell—or at least some deep, ugly part of you that you hope is wrong can tell—that he’s trying not to smile.

“I hate this,” you say, and the first tear drips out of your eye and runs down your cheek. It’s awful. You don’t want to cry in front of Tomura. You don’t want to show him how weak you are. But before you can wipe it away, Tomura’s hand comes up and does it for you, smearing the tear over your cheek in a gesture that—for him—is oddly tender.

Then he hugs you.

It’s stiff and awkward, like he’s forgotten how to do it, but the intention is clear. His arms fold around your back, pulling you into his chest while his chin makes its way to rest on your shoulder. He’s leaning into you so deeply that your spine is arched back, and you stagger away from him only for him to step closer again to make up the distance.

“It’s not fair, hm,” he murmurs into your hair. His tone is the closest thing to sympathy you’ve ever heard from him, but there’s an undercurrent of excitement you can’t ignore. “They’re always too late, aren’t they? The heroes… And everyone will watch that video of you thanking the heroes, and they’ll think they’re safe too. They’ll keep going about their lives and think that nothing bad can happen to them because a hero will always be around to save them…but you and I know that’s a lie.”

It takes you a second to recognize the emotion that’s raising goosebumps over your arms while Tomura rubs circles into your back, but when it clicks you shiver because it’s fear. You’ve never really been afraid of Tomura before, even when you should’ve been. Does he realize he’s backing you up with how forcefully he’s pushing himself into you? The backs of your knees hit the arm of your couch and you topple onto it with Tomura following.

He holds himself above you on his hands, legs tangled with yours. His eyes are wild and he’s not even trying to suppress his grin now. You’re trapped lying on your back under him—pinned like a butterfly under glass.

“Get off of me,” you say as calmly as you can.

“It’s all a lie, all of it…” A hand comes up and strokes your cheek, rubbing with two fingers at a stray fleck of blood on your neck. “I’m sorry it had to be like this, but I’m so glad you understand…”

“Let me up now, Tomura.”

He holds still for a long moment—waiting, thinking, considering—and then sits up, still straddling you but loosely enough that you can scramble back away from him on the couch. Your heart is racing, but you try to slow your breaths so he doesn’t pick up on how scared you are.

“Don’t freak out. You’re no fun,” Tomura says, and you exhale a sigh of relief at how normal he sounds. You never thought you’d be so happy about him looking at you like you’re nothing.

“I think you should go,” you say carefully.

He rocks back on his heels and runs a hand through his hair. “Are you mad? I thought I could stay here tonight, like usual. Since I waited for so long.”

“I’m not mad. I just…want to be alone.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone tonight. Not after what you’ve been through.”

Oh, now you care. “Fine. Okay? Fine. You can sleep on the couch.” You’re too tired to argue any more, and you’ve never really been good at convincing Tomura to do anything he doesn’t want to. It’s a miracle he listened to you when you told him to get off you. Considering how often he breaks into your apartment, it’s not like you could keep him out anyway.

So he stays the night. He doesn’t bother you when you take a shower and go to bed, he just lies on the couch in his street clothes. When you wake up in the morning he’s disappeared like he always does, and for the first time since you met him you’re truly relieved that he’s gone.

///

You always thought it would take some level of courage you don’t possess to actually bite the bullet and look Tomura up. To do so would mean saying goodbye to whatever strange relationship the two of you have built over the months, and you’re just not brave enough to risk it.

Turns out it’s not courage that makes you type his name into the search bar. It’s cowardice. You’re lying in bed under the covers when you do it, and the blue-white screen of your laptop is the only light in the room. Your comforter is pulled up almost over your head like it’s a wall that can block out reality.

“tomura”, you enter into the search bar, but you don’t hit return. Instead, you look at the search suggestions.

> tomura shigaraki > tomura shigaraki league of villains > tomura shigaraki decay

Something about it sounds familiar. But you’re not ready. Still, after everything, you’d rather keep your eyes closed. You backspace and snap your laptop shut, and when you do your room is so dark that you think the emptiness might swallow you up.

///

[T: 5:52 PM] > Are u going to be at home tn

[T: 6:14 PM] > Hey check ur phone

[T: 6:42 PM] > Stop ignoring me > (Y/N) > (Y/N) > (Y/N) > (Y/N) > (Y/N)

[T: 6:46 PM] 3 MISSED CALLS [You: 6:50 PM] > I’m at work [T: 6:50 PM] > Don’t lie > you finished an hour ago

[T: 7:13 PM] 1 MISSED CALL [T: 7:14 PM] > You said you werent mad [You: 7:15 PM] > I’m not [T: 7:15 PM] > Then stop being a brat > im coming over > ill bring takeout

You’re nervous about seeing him, but in the two weeks since he pushed you down on the couch you’ve found yourself…missing him. Like it or not, he’s made himself a fixture in your life. So when you get home you’re brimming with anticipation, wondering who you’ll get when you open the door—the normal Tomura you’ve come to like over the past few months, or the one from that night. The villain.

But it’s just him. Good old Tomura, laden with plastic bags and containers of greasy fast food for the two of you to gorge yourselves on. You tease him for being cheap and he argues that you’re just a snob and everything seems so normal that you can almost forget the look in his red eyes when he told you that you understood.

Almost.

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You probably have no idea how good you look when you’re crying.

Of the couple thousand views on the news channel video of your “rescue” from the convenience store robber, at least a tenth are from Tomura. Eventually he just downloads the video onto his computer so he doesn’t have to read the inane comments that the other viewers leave on the webpage. It seems like everyone but him thinks you should feel lucky that you were saved by a hero before the robber could get to you, too.

As always, the public are a bunch of shit-soaked morons. Reading the comments makes him angry, so angry he’s tempted to look into a few of these brainless sheep and see how lucky they feel when they’ve caught the attention of a violent criminal. But that wouldn’t be productive, so he saves the video externally and leaves the news website alone. It’s for the best. Besides, seeing the “views” counter on the website tick up and up by the dozen every time he refreshes is just another reminder that other people are watching this; other people are seeing how delicate and vulnerable and pretty you are with tears spilling out of your eyes and the cashier’s blood sprayed over your clothing.

Thousands of useless fucking NPCs are looking at you just like Tomura is. They’re probably thinking about how sweet you look, just like he is. And they’re probably imagining all the ways they can take advantage of your fragile emotional state, just like him.

You’re too trusting for your own good. Tomura used to think it was a virtue, and it is, but only when it comes to him. Whenever he thinks about how your face is slapped over a dozen different news websites for the whole world to see, he has to dig his fingernails into his neck to keep calm. It’s better when he can just watch the video and pretend he’s the only one seeing it.

And it’s not like not watching the video is an option. Tomura can’t resist your crying face. There’s a point around the three minute mark where your voice breaks in the middle of your statement, and sometimes Tomura skips there in the video just so he can hear that pathetic little sob and replay it over and over and over. Maybe it’s sappy, but Tomura really does feel his heart skip a beat at the way your eyes and nose are rubbed red from your misery.

How fucked up is it that he gets off watching you cry?

Would you be angry if you knew? You probably would, but you put up with so much from him already. Maybe you’d be okay with it if he told you he really and truly tried to hold out. The first dozen times Tomura watched the video, he refused to touch himself no matter how tight his pants got while you choked out your stilted answers to the reporters’ questions, but at this point he barely has to click “play” on the video before he gets hard and takes matters into his own hands.

At the end of the day, it’s your fault. Everything about you is so erotic, from your shaky voice to your pouty, bitten-red lips. Isn’t it completely normal to be aroused while looking at the person you like? And Tomura likes you, he really likes you. He doesn’t have any pictures of you, and with the high definition of the news channel’s video he can see every perfect contour of your cheekbones, every pore in your skin, every glistening wet eyelash.

It’s not that Tomura doesn’t feel sympathy for how upset you are in the video. He does! Not even just sympathy, even—he’s empathetic. He knows exactly how it feels to be let down by the heroes. How dare they tell you you need to be grateful while you’re still trying to wipe brain matter off your shirt? Always too little, too late. It’s not fair.

But if he’s being honest? As miserable as you are, Tomura is happy that you were in the store when that robber came in and that you had to watch a man you knew get his brains blown out in front of you. You need a wake-up call to lose faith in hero society. If you have to suffer some emotional trauma in the process, that seems like a fair price to pay.

And the fact that Tomura gets to jerk off to it? It’s almost like destiny.

➠ [Part 3]

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A3! Ikaruga Misumi - Translation [SR] Banquet of Blooming (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: Hello, thanks for your work today. My meeting ended just now, so I’m on my way back to the Theatre.

Manager: “Good job today~! The preparations for the screening party are finished over here too.”

Izumi: Is there anything else I need to buy?

Manager: “Something we want you to buy? Please wait a second. I’ll ask everyone.” “…Ok, ok, got it!” “Hello, Director? Miyoshi-kun said he wants you to buy a few big erasers~.”

Izumi: Erasers? What’s he gonna use those for—.

Madoka: …

Izumi: (That was Madoka-kun just now, right…? I wonder if he needs anything from Veludo Way.)

Manager: “Director?”

Izumi: Ah, sorry about that. I’ll buy the erasers.

-pause-

Muku: And finished!

Misumi: Wah~! It’s cute~!

Kazunari: It’s totes adorbs! That’s Mukkun for you! I’mma upload it to instablam.

Izumi: You guys are fired up, huh? Are you making something?

Kumon: Tah dah! Here!

Izumi: …Eraser stamps?

Yuki: Yeah. Making them is pretty interesting.

Izumi: They’re cute… but why right now?

Muku: The truth is, we came here early since we got the time wrong…

Kumon: When we were hanging around, we found Tetsuro-san’s tools!

Kazunari: And I suddenly thought we should make eraser stamps together!

Tenma: We asked the Manager to contact Tetsuro-san and we got permission to use his tools.

Izumi: (A phone call with Tetsuro-san, huh… I wonder what that’s like…) (But I see. The reason they wanted me to buy the erasers was for this.)

Misumi: I’m done too~! It’s a Triangle-kun stamp!

Kumon: Amazin’! You got the details down to a T!

Misumi: I'm gonna stamp him on the guests when I see them off today~.

Kazunari: Bet! That’s such a big brain idea!

Muku: A thank you stamp from the lead, Misumi-san… I’m sure the audience will love it!

Izumi: …By the way, the participants for the talk show today are just Misumi-kun, Muku-kun, and Tenma-kun, right? It’s so natural having Summer troupe all together, so it slipped my mind… But why did the rest of you come too?

Yuki: We’re worried about leaving Muku with the Hack and Triangle Alien.

Tenma: HAH!? It’s because all the Summer troupe guys are going out together after the screening, aren’t we!

Izumi: Ahaha. Oh, really? Ah, it’s almost time. Alright, the three of you participating should change into your costumes.

Misumi: ‘Kaaay!

-pause-

Muku: —What do you think, Misumi-san?

Misumi: Ummm… AH! Triangle!

Muku: Eh?

Misumi: Look! That audience member’s necklace!

Audience member A: M-me?

Tenma: Geez! Keep it together during our talk show, will you!

Audience member B: Ahahaha.

Misumi: Whoopsies~. What was that, Muku?

Muku: Um, a summer memory that took place during the run of this play.

Misumi: A summer memory~? This was a little bit before the show started… But all of us held a paper airplane contest!

Tenma: Ahh, we did do that.

Muku: And Misumi-san was the winner!

Misumi: Yep! So they listened to my request and we all had a fireworks party after the final show~. Both the paper airplane contest and the fireworks were suuuper fun!

Muku: I had lots of fun too!

Tenma: Well, they weren’t bad.

Misumi: After that, we’ve made paper airplanes and flew them together tons of times~. But Tenma sucks at flying them~.

Tenma: HEY!? I-I don’t suck! The wind direction’s never in my favour!

Misumi: Eh~, I wonder~. Oh, I know! Let’s hold one here~! Yuki, Kazu, and Kumon just happen to be here too!

Tenma: Ha? By here, you mean…

Misumi: Oiii! Yuki~, Kazu~, Kumon~!

Kazunari: Hey, hey~! We gotta show up when we’re called, ain’t that right!

Yuki: Geez. Guess we have no choice.

Kumon: Hello, everyone~!

Audience member A: Ehhh, the entire Summer troupe!?

Audience member B: I’m so happy we get to see all of them!

Misumi: Alri~ght. Summer troupe’s paper airplane contest, talk show edition—START~!

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Sick Day

{Harumo’s room}

The Sun rises to the world of Tokyo,dark areas illuminated, the greens and living beings, everyone in the world of the unknown,And speaking of unknown, in one of the dorms rooms of Shinjuku Academy lies a young chubby boy with hundreds of simps [literally] lay dormant in his room resting from all the fighting and all nighters they do because everyday is a new huge event for him, The curtains sway lightly as the wind passes through,the room begins to bring color as the rising run brings joy to some individuals, There the chubby hero name Harumo covered in blankets still asleep even though he was about to be late for his classes starting right........now..

Lil Salomon: Wakey-wakey master its time to get up, You’re going to be late for school again.....Master?

Your forevor close buddy familiar attempts to wake you up,however you appear unresponsive to his pleas. But something about your silence begins to worry him.

Lil Salomon: Master!,Master!,Wake up!

Attempting to wake you up again in a panic state,circling around your blankets shaking any area to atleast make you twitch,however it doesn’t work.. This only made your butler more worried,because of the fact he can’t be seen by other people and only you can see him, he cannot go to your classmates for aid as well as his father Mr Mononobe whom can see Salomon if he has the ring,that is now in your right ring finger.

[KNOCKING OF A DOOR]

Lil Salomon: Who could that be?!

Shiro: Harumo?,are you up!, You’re gonna be late again for class.

Lil Salomon: What Luck!... Master!, you’re friends are here to see you,Master please wake up.

He tries to wake you up again,

Lil Salomon: Ma-Master?, {Touches forehead}...ow! Oh my goodness!, Master you’re burning up!

Harumo.....*soft groan*....

{Thud}

Ryota: Did you guys hear that?

Shiro: Yes, i did,Harumo what was that noise?

Kengo:Step aside you two.

Ryota: Kengo?, what are you doing?

Kengo: Im gonna punch that cute ass of his if he doesn’t wake up.

Shiro:Absolutely not Kengo!, You’re going to break school property!.

Lil Salomon: How am i going to tell them,,,Uhmm......Oooohhhhhh thats it!HOLD ON MASTER!

Ryota: Wahhh!,,what the?,,

A piece of paper mysteriously appeared on Ryota’s shoe..

Ryota: HELP?!

Shiro: What the?...HARUMO!,,{KNOCKING}

Shiro: Kengo break the door!

Kengo: RARRRGGHHH!

With no hesitation Kengo easily breaks the door down with his mighty kick as strong as horse’s gallop.A loud bang with a surprise for the trio waiting for them as they found themselves shocked to enter your room with you on the floor,

Ryota: Harumo!,

Kengo:Partner what happen?!

Shiro touches your forehead.

Shiro:{Gasp} Harumo,you’re burning up!

Ryota: Shiro, we have to bring them to the clinic

Shiro: Kengo grab Harumo and bring them to Shennong’s clinic,Hurry!

Kengo: Right! Hold on partner! will get you to Shennong! so hang in there!

Kengo lifts you up with both hands carrying you as Kengo looks at you with a serious yet scared face followed by Shiro,whom is both running with him as he checks on your body along with Ryota, who is seen almost on the verge of tears as he looks upon his friend while hearing the soft groans as a slight displacement is enough to hurt them...

HARUMO SICK DAY

{Kabukicho}

In a old abandoned building in Kabukicho, a lone transient is seen sleeping on the couch, with his usual expression, though in some moments it changes to a happy one, where he could be seen smiling. i wonder what they’re dreaming about?

{Shino”s Dream}

In a calm peaceful forest in Shino”s homeworld, Lays a medium sized hut with a large window next to the entrance with a small workshop underneath it. There the chimney is seen being lit as puffs of smoke exits from it,indicating that someone is cooking...Waiking slowly to the door the gray fured therian sees..

Shino: Beloved,,, i have returned...

Harumo: Hello Shino, Welcome back!

Shino: Yes, my dear. that smells nice,

Harumo: Well, thats because im cooking your favorite today,

Shino: i see, be careful with cutting with a knife dear.

Harumo: Don’t worry, dear, im always careful.

Shino: i should aid you in cutting the meat.

Harumo: All right, you big fluffy worry wart,

Shino: Tha-,,i already told you, to please stop calling me that!.

Harumo: But its cute, and you really are fluffy and big.

Shino:{Blushes}

Harumo: Im going to pick some vegtables from the back.

Shino: Ok dear..

*COUGHING*

Shino: Harumo?....

His ears twitch as he went to see his dear coughing and it appears They’re trying to cover it.

Shino: Harumo...are you ill?..

Harumo:*coughing small amounts of blood*...

Shino:.you’re not well!, you medical assistance!

Harumo:*coughing....

Shino steps in to catch you from falling as your knees begin to gave out,,as soon as he lifts you up in his arms like a knight carrying they’re princess,

But as soon,as Shino turns back...

Shino: {Gasp}..... NO!!!....

{PIERCING SOUND}

An unexpected arrow,was fired as Shino’s back....

Shino: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Hunter:i’’ve found him!....

Other Hunter:There he is!,, Fire!

Shino: Harumo!...Hold on!

Harumo:Ahhh!,,

Shino: I won’t let them harm you my beloved!

Hunter: Fire at him!

{Piercing sound}

Shino: Thaaaa!

Even with arrows sticking out of his back, Shino takes a stance in fury and readys his sword,with his paw clutched,Shino could never forgive the ones that try to harm his dearly beloved.

Other Hunter: He’s gettin ready to attack,,defend yourself!

Shino: I WILL TEARS OFF YOUR HEADS! ..

Harumo:*Coughing*

Hunter:His coming!

Running furiously,sword in hand and paw ready to grab the head, Shino,,full on runs towards the two hunters in rabid speeds even though he was hit with two arrows on his back,but it seems to have no effect on him as he was about near the hunter who shot the first arrow...

Shino: YOUR HEAD!

Hunter: aHHHH!

Harumo: SHINOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Shino: Huh,,,Harumo....

Just moments away from pulling his neck, Shino heard the cries of his beloved and stopped him from taking his life,,,however hunters,,,give no mercy to their prey.....

Shino: You dispicable!

Harumo:...*coughing

With his sharp animal senses, and even more high alert, Shino spots the hunter about to stab him,.

Harumo: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Shino:I DON’T THINK SO!

Other hunter: No! {Fires an arrow}

Shino dodges the incoming arrow,with the unconcious hunter out of commisioned,the now calm Shino hurrys back and sweeps up and hunt continues on..

Harumo:*coughing*....

Shino: Just hold on a little longer, and we’ll be there.

Harumo: T-thank you Shino,,,,for sparing his life..

Shino:.....

Shino: Look, we’re nearly out,,just hold on a--

{Pierce}

Harumo: Ahhh!!!

Shino: Harumoooo!!!!

While near the exit of the forest,a lone hunter is seen in a firing postion,as though they have been waiting for a while and shotted an arrow hitting Harumo in they’re right side....

Shino: Harumo....Harumo!!...YOU!!!!!

As the blood of his beloved’s body spreads,

Harumo: Ahhhhhh!!!,,,,,*Coughs blood.

Shino tries to take down the lone hunter,,but alas,,,the hunter had shot an arrow in Shino’s chest piercing his heart...as they fall,,and slowly close they’re eyes,,,The image of his beloved covered in blood on the ground as Shino can only see the life of his beloved eye’s slowly fade away....

{WAKES UP}

Shino: Thaaa!!!----*gasping* *sweating*....

Shino: *Gasping* I..its...its just a dream...*gasping*

Shino:My lord.....

{Clinic}

Rushed to the medical clinic of Shinjuku Academy The Summoners watch in worried as they see in bed while Shennong examines your body and coming up with a diagnostic.

Shiro: How is Harumo? Shennong..

Shennong:Its all right now,,,Harumo just got a really high fever.

Shiro: {Gasp}

Ryota: Harumo....

Shennong: I’d say 2 days of bed rest,and Harumo will be better.,

Shiro: Understood Shennong.

Harumo: *soft groan* ahh...

Kengo: partner...just relax now..

Shennong: I called Mr Mononobe, to inform him about Harumo, he should arriving soon ..oh......speak of the devil.

{Door opens}

Mr Mononobe: Oh, so this is were you three were.

Mr Mononobe: How’s Harumo?

Shennong: Harumo is in bed, They just got a high fever, but he’l be fine.They just need a lot of rest.

Mr Mononobe: I see, Thank you for your work Shennong,and to you to also Shiro,Kengo and Ryota,

Shiro: We’re just glad Harumo is going to be okay.

Mr Mononobe: I’ll inform the other teachers about Harumo and tell them why you three are late..

Shiro: Understood,Thank you Mr Mononobe..

Mr Mononobe: No problem, Now you three better go to class all right.

Kengo: Im staying to take care of Harumo!

Mr Mononobe: Now,now Takabushi, i understand that you’re worried, but Shennong can keep an eye on Harumo,,

Shiro: Kengo we can’t do that!,

Ryota: Im worried also for Harumo,and i want to take care of them...

Shiro: Kengo,Ryota lets go now!

Kengo:rgghhhh!,, fine,,.....I’’ll be back for you partner!.

Ryota: Harumo..i promise im going to take care of you!

Shennong: See you all as well, I’ll watch over Harumo.

Shiro: Thank you Shennong.

Shiro: ....I’ll be back to take care of you!

Kengo: Hey you’re stealing my lines!

Mr Mononobe:all right now, run along kids.

{Door close}

{Nakano Shopping Mall}

In the mall....

Customer: Can i have 10 rainbow buns please!

Customer: I’ll take 14 rainbow buns to go and can i have a soda!

Here in the Nakano Shopping Mall is where a very popular bun is being sold,not only for its deliciousness,but for the wide varieties of colors that represent that each a different kind of flavor, and as you can tell, from its name,the buns come into all different colors hence earning its name Rainbow Buns. sold by the shop being managed by the father of a young pink-haired chubby boy.

Ebisu: Coming up 10 buns of Special Rainbow buns!

Employee: Hey Ebsu, where’s num#4′s order?!

Ebisu: Oh, Coming!,

Normally its not as busy in the shop, but strangely,people have been coming in to taste and witness the popular Rainbow Buns thats been getting famous in Nakano..And hopefully Ebisu doesn’t get tired....

2 hours later....

All orders that have been piling up, has now begin to disappear one by one as the customers each take of what they have ordered, feeling thirsty and tired,Ebisu goes to the terrace of the mall where it faces the calm sea...

Ebisu: Phew.......{sips tea}

Resting calmy on a bench, he stares blankly at the tranquil sea, as it reflects the rays of the sun,and the many fishing boats moving rapidly to their fishing spots.

Ebisu: Its so beautiful....*sigh*

Sitting on the bench,reminded him of the person who sat next to him, in comfort,

Ebisu:......

{Memory}

Harumo: Can i sit here?

Ebisu: .....

{End of Memory}

He stares at his tea while remembering that said person.

Ebisu: I wonder how Harumo is doing?...Hmm..

{Remembers Harumo sweet moments}

{Heartbeat}

Ebisu: w..Did, my heart,,,just beat skipped a beat?.. and why is it when im remembering Harumo?

Ebisu:.....w-w-.why do i want to see Harumo again?!, do i like them?Well offcourse i like them!, but whats this feeling that,,,that my heart is about to explode!.....Ahhhh!,..

He scratch his head in confusion.

.Ebisu: Thaaaa,,,,C’mon Ebisu,,Do you really like Harumo as a friend or as a lover!

Employee: Hey Ebisu!,Breaks over! lets get back to work!

Ebisu:Thaaaa!!!,,,,, Oh,,,sorry sir!,,,

Employee: Get a move on, those rainbow buns aren’t gonna cook themselves!

.Ebisu: We actually bake them sir.

.Employee: Oh.,,,also, what were you shouting back there?,

.Ebisu: What?, you heard?,, its,,,nothing,, nothing sir,,

Employee: ......Then i why were you shouting lover then?!

Ebisu: You heard that?!,, ohhhhhh,,,,

Ebisu covers his face out of embarassment as you can tell from the tomato colored face he’s doing,, the employee, looks at him sharply into his eyes as if he wanted to tell something to him,,

Employee: Is it about that Harumo guy you mentioned, the one that you’re inlove with?!

Ebisu: What?!,no!,,i just,,,its just that,,,

Employee: Shhhhhh,,,don’t say anymore,

Ebisu: But...

Employee: A THAT THAT THAT THAT,,no more..

Ebisu: *Sigh* its just that, i just,,can’t seem to stop thinking about them, it confuses me, and i don’t know if i really love them,

Employee: You can tell them about it later after work,C’mon the customers are probably waiting.

{Shinjuku Cafeteria}

Lunch time,at Shinjuku Academy, Ryota is at the front of line,

Ryota: Hey Choji!, whats special for today?.

Choji: Hello Ryota,Our main menu for today is our special Chicken Karaage and it comes with a sauce of different flavors,you could also pick which flavor of the Karaage,we have spicy,sour,sweet,savory, flavors so take your pick. and we also have chicken soup and chicken curry...

Ryota: Karaage?!,,,,Can i have 5 sweet karaage!,

Kengo: Hey its chicken on a menu!, I’ll take 10 of....uhh....the savory ones!

Choji and Ryota: T-t-TEN?!

Ryota: Are you sure you can eat all of it?!

Kengo: Hah!, i need a lot of protein for my body you know,also im going to bring these to Harumo,, i bet they’re hungry.

Choji: Come to think of it,I don’t see Harumo with you, you guys are always with them.

Ryota: Harumo is sick,,He’s got a high fever so they can’t come..

Choji: Oh no!, hope they’re feeling okay...

Choji: Its a good thing we have chicken soup on the menu,, that will help in they’re recovery,I’ll save a batch for him and you can feed it to them...

Ryota: Thanks Choji,

Shiro: You better eat all of it Kengo!

Kengo: Whaddya think im doing, im not going to waste chicken, and also Choji will go berserk on me. .

Moritaka: We warriors need a lot of protein to sustain our bodies,so im sure Kengo will eat everything on his plate..

Toji: Still, it will be better if you added some vegtables to your diet Takabushi.

Kengo: Why is everyone questioning my food choices!

Ryota: Hey,how about we visit Harumo,to see if they are awake.

Chernobog: Is something a matter with my heroic one?

Ryota: Ahhh!, Oh,,its just you Chernobog,, don’t scare me like that!.

Chernoog: I did not mean to frighten, you Ryota, i just heard you mention about the heroic one,, but i don’t see them..

Shiro: Harumo came down with a high fever

Moritaka: Might i ask Chernobog, Where is Zao?, you’re always accompanied by him..

Chernobog: Zao, sneaked out of class and went mountain hiking.

Kengo: Hahaha!,Nice job Zao!

Shiro: [Pinches Kengo’s ear}

Kengo: Ow,ow, what the heck nerd!

Ryota: How you join us in visiting them, im sure they’ll be so surprised.

Chernoog: I do wish check Harumo’s wellbeing...

.Toji: I’ll also wish to pay them a visit, just to ensure they’re being taken care of,

.Moritaka: Me too,, Having a fever is very common for me, so i want to look out for them..

.Ryota: Shiro,,can we??Please???

Shiro: *Sigh* fine, I’ll go ask Mr Mononobe if we’re allowed..

After a moment,Shiro comes back with news.

Kengo: So, how it go? Can we see them.?

Shiro: Yep,,Mr Mononobe gave us the approval.

Kengo: Well what are we standing around for, Lets go!

Moritaka: Lets go!

Chernobog: Wait for me Heroic one.

Ryota: Wait! im going to fetch Harumo some lunch,im sure they haven’t eaten!

{Clinic}

After some time, you have awoken from your pained state of slumber and scan your entire surroundings,

Harumo:W-where am i?,,,,is this Shennong”s clinic...?

Lil Salomon: Master!, {hugs them}

Harumo: Whoah hey, Lil Salomon, what happened just now?

Lil Salomon: You had a high fever Master,and then quickly rushed here by your friends.

Harumo: Really?!,,

Lil Salomon: Oh!,i was so worried about you, you have no idea how paniced i was when you rolled down on the floor!

Harumo: W-well, sorry to worry you ..ow!.

Lil Salomon: Master?

Harumo: My throat..feels like its being pierced.

{Door Opens}

Kengo: partner!,

Shiro: How many times do i have to tell you,to not run in the halls!

Kengo: Can it Class rep!, I have to be the first one my partner has to see!

Shiro: Oh Thank goodness you’re awake Harumo,,..

Harumo: How long was i out?..

.Shiro: You were out about 2 hours now.

Moritaka: Harumo, my friend!,

Harumo: Well theres a fluffy cute face..

Moritaka: I--Well,,thank you for the compliement!

As soon as Toji enters,he immediately examines your forehead, to check your temperature..

Toji: huh...you’re burning up.

Chernobog: My Heroic one,

Harumo: Never seen you wore the uniform before...

Chernobog: Yes, it came to me just now,,its a miracle they found a size for me.

Shiro: Moritaka, is the towel cold?

Chernobog: What is the purpose of this towel on you?

Chernobog points at your towel that Moritaka checks if its cold.

Moritaka: This is a towel that they use to cool down Harumo, we drenched it in cold water and put it on their forehead..Oh no!

Shiro: What is it Moritaka?

Moritaka: The water is warm now.

Chernobog: Let me..

Chernobog summons a small cloud over the bowl of water and rained ice from it.

Moritaka: That was amazing Chernobog, how did you do that.?

Ryota: You’re a wizard Chernobog.!

Chernobog: it is the power granted to me of being the dark lord of Bald Mountain.

Moritaka dips the towel into the now cold water that is giving off a cold air,

Moritaka: Its so cold!, that my hands are going to freeze, There we go!

Harumo: Shhhhh,,,ahhhh,,,,

Chernobog: Is it too cold Harumo?

Harumo: No,,,Its just right...

Ryota: Okay, I know you haven’t eaten in a while, so,, i packed you some delicious snacks and also Choji ask me to feed you some chicken soup..

Ryota places a handful of snacks comprise of chips, fruit juices and also Karaage that Choji saved for you.

Shiro:Good thinking Choji,it will surely help Harumo

Harumo: ....ow....uhm,,can you feed it to me?

Ryota: W-what?,,o-okay say ahhhhh....

Ryota takes a spoon of chicken soup ..

Harumo:Ahhhhhh,,, Mmmmmm,,,This is delicious..

Chernobog: Is this a tradition when one is ill?

Harumo: Do you want to feed me too Chernobog?

Chernobog: I-....Well...if it aids in your recovery. then i shall..

Ryota hands Chernobog the spoon, and gently takes a spoon of chicken soup,being cautious as to not break or drop it,by his massive fingers.

Chernobog: Say ahhhhh...

{Mmmmmm,,,,,*Gulp*}

Chernobog: Is it to your liking?

Harumo: It was delicious Thank you Chernobog!

A smile finally appears to your face as,, you have seen all the people that will take care of you...

Chernobog: My pleasure.. .

Harumo: ahh.....my...throat .

You hold your throat as you try to speak,,in every second you try to speak your throat feels like a burning furnace inside you..

Ryota: Here Harumo,,,some orange juice,,

Ryota hands you a can of orange juice with a straw in it...and slowly sip.

You can still feel a slight sharp pierceing feeling,when you sip the orange juice,, as your tonsils are inflammed..

Harumo: Mmmm,,mmm,,,

You start to feel drowsy and fatigued as you slowly lean on your backside.

Your friends can only watch you wreath in pain and sweat like you’re running a marathon, as they have seen you triump in many hard battles, and always went ahead with a fierce smile on your face, but now,,that smile is nay in the present ,for as they see infront of them is a highschool student in pain,,,

As Ryota wipes away your sweat, he worrys more,as he looks more closely to your face,

Ryota: Harumo..whats wrong?!

Moritaka: Ryota move!

Harumo:Blaaaagghhhh!!

Chernobog:Harumo!

Shiro: Moritaka,,could you go flush Harumo’s vomit away.

Moritaka: Oof!, that is most unpleasant.

Toji: You were:somewhat aware of that happening..

Moritaka: To tell you the truth, I’ve experienced having fevers from past years during those times and i have learned the symptoms.

Harumo: *groans*

Shiro: Oh Harumo...

Kengo: Partner...

{Door Opens}

Shennong: Whoah!,,,well this is,,uhm,,

.Shiro: Shennong, Harumo just vommited just now, what does that mean?

Shennong: Lets see....

Taking into account that Shennong was the military medic of the Warmongers,and you could expect that whenever training goes into the walls of Penitentia Academy, you would expect the training regime to be brutalizing.

To the point where some trainess would even vomit out of exhaustion or go cranky, or even losing their lives to its merciful dictatorship, whereas Shennong have seen the dark side of being a medic and as he calmly examines

The body of the that person, he as already a prognosis.

Shennong: Well, They’re temperature hasn’t changed, Lets just give them some rest, I’’ll have one of you take Harumo in a wheel chair, so you can get them back to their dorm,after school,because i won’t be present by that time.

. Shiro: Understood Shennong.

Kengo: Yeah, but whose gonna take them?

Shiro: Well off course it should be me,

Kengo: Huh!, who made you chief here? im going to do it.

Ryota: Shouldn’t it be me, since im the closest to his dorm.

Moritaka: Comrades, cease yourselves, im much more qualified to do it!

Toji: I’ll have to intefere with that bold proclamation of yours Inuzuka. I swore to protect Harumo, so I’ll be escorting them,

Ryota: No ME!

Shiro and Kengo: ME!

Bickering over to whom shall be entrusted to carry out the responsibility of escorting them back to their dorm, one individual angrily intervenes.

Chernobog: RRRR...ENOUGH!

Everyone:.....

Harumo: {Shivering}

Chernobog: Your bickering has cause Harumo discomfort, I’ll be the one escorting them back to their dorm room, Do i make myself clear!

Summoners: ........Okay....

Shennong: I’’ll also have to mention that someone has to stay with them, incase they feel any pain or to replace their towel with cold water.

The room falls into an awkward silence,An uneasy stare off, and then.

Shiro and Kengo: I’ll be staying with them! No me!

Ryota: NO ME!

Moritaka and Toji: ME!

Chernobog: RRRRRRRR.....

Harumo: *groan*,,,guys,,,,*coughing*

As you attempt to breath out a word, you continue to cough aggresively.

Harumo: .....Guys....please.. don’t fight!.....

You released those words just before falling sleep,

.Shennong: Thats it!, im going to the one assigning,,,, Chernobog, you’d be the one to escort them back to their dorm and gonna spend the night with them..Do i make myself clear!

Summoners:..Yes..

Shennong: Good, use that whellchair there to transport them after school,got it?

Chernobog: Yes, i understand.

Shennong: Check if his towel is cold before going to bed,and you will the one feeding them, i highly recommend feeding them soup,

Shennong:That way its digestable,and if they can’t taste it,do not worry, its normal when you have fever and after meals, have them swallow this pills,..Understand Chernobog?

Chernobog: i understand it all.

Shennong: Thats good to hear, now run along kids, lunch time is over by this hour correct?

Shiro: Oh crap!, We have to hurry you lot! See you later Harumo..

After every visitor have said they’re goodbyes to them, The afternoon classes can finally resume..

Chernobog:.....

[Dorm}

Meanwhile, As the afternoon classes had begun, a lone figure slowly waiks in a familiar room, only to discover a scene that sends chills down their spine.

Horkeu Kamui: Huh?,,,What the?!

Horkeu Kamui: What on earth happened here?

The worried shocked faced transient, looks inside to find it to be a total mess,as scattered pieces of wood are scattered throughout the floor,the airconditioner still open,and a stack of books,journals and other reading material spread around their study desk.

its as if someone had broken inside, maybe someone very strong broke in and did someting to that person,

Horkeu Kamui: MY HERO!?.

The screams of his worry echoes throught out the halls of the dormitory, as if a vengeful ghost is screamed in fury.. But, he does not know that his beloved hero is safely in the clinic, resting,..

.But to him, he interpreted it as much more sinister, for he’d had witness the deaths of his students over and over at the hands of a certain dark lord..

.Who will tell him that his beloved hero is just resting, and not in danger, as per everyday they are always in constant danger.

While,back in Nakano.

After work....

A pink-haired chubby boy , is seen mopping away the grime and dirty water off the floor as the massive crowd did a lot of running for Ebisu.

But he still is conflicted about a certain issue that boggles his mind.

Ebisu:....

.After the treasure hunt, A part of Ebisu was confronted and it did him wonders after, for as they have said they’re goodbyes after departing from each other...

Ebisu had a strange feeling, to him atleast,but for everyone to witness, its perfectly obvious that Ebisu has a thing or somehow special connection with a certain someone.

But for Ebisu, he is somehow confuse about what to feel about them, for he has been debating whether they like Harumo as a friend, or Love Harumo as a lover.

For as he continues to mop away, He’s expression changes to a slightly annoyed Ebisu, as he is infact nervous to tell them, As he continues on,

Ebisu: ahhhhhhh!!....

Ebisu: C’mon Ebisu!,

He holds two pudgy cheeks,

Ebisu: *Inhale* ....*exhale*.....Okay...

Ebisu: Do you like Harumo?, Ebisu?,

Ebisu: I do like them,,Do i love them?

Ebisu: Well.....

Employee: Listen to your feelings for once Ebisu...

Ebisu: Whaa!....Oh..sir..I didn’t know you were there..

Employee: The part about questioning yourself is only i heard..but.you should ask those questions to the person. not yourself,..

Emplyee: How could will you get the answer that you want,when you already have a sure way to answer it..

The 6ft tall employee stands infront of Ebisu as if he was a fatherly figure just now. for as they and Ebisu are both Papa and Son,

Ebisu: Sir...

Employee: Works over, so call me Papa,..Now, you’ve been acting differently ever since you returned from your voyage, Its as if you have close your scars now.

Ebisu: Thats because during that long journey i have learned to not feel about what people expect of me, and i have finally got my answer..But...mmm

Papa: But?...

Ebisu: But i don’t know, i...can’t make out what this feelings thats stirring up in my head...

Ebisu: I’ve already know how to not feel about people’s expectations, but why do i expect them to feel the same way that i do feel for them..

As continues to release his frustations, the tall dad figure kneels down to meet his eye level, and looks directly into to his eyes as if he wants to convey something to him.

Papa: Ebisu,let me ask you one question...

Ebisu:....

Papa: Does Harumo expect something from you?

He puts his hands on both of Ebisu’s shoulders..

Ebisu:No..

Papa: Do you expect them to feel the same way you are feeling?

Ebisu:No...

Papa:Then you have nothing to worry about.

Ebisu: Huh?.

Papa: Did i ever told you,that i used to have massive love interest to one person when i was your age?

Ebisu: You did?!..and what happened?

Papa: Well, i was so confused about what my feelings for them mean to me, i couldn’t even sleep,thinking about ,,, what will they say to me?...

Papa: I can’t stop thinking...but in the end, i mustered up all of my courage to tell them about what i feel about them,,..

Ebisu: And?...what did they say?..

Papa, takes a moment to answer as Ebisu waits for his response.

Papa: They said: “i love you too, but. I don’t want it to be romantic”

Ebisu: Did you get rejected?!...

Papa: It didn’t feel as a rejection, its more like i finally got my answer..

and ever since that day.. i was satisfied with their answer..

Papa: For as i didn’t expect them to either to be my lover nor i want them to be mine. but,, the thought of them answering ,,, was enough for me...and to this day..that friend of mine,are still friends..

.Papa: Our relationship to each other hasn’t changed back to my childhood days. and im glad it didn’t...Hahaha.

.Papa: So, now that you heard my story, what are you going to do?...Uh..Ebisu?

Ebisu: Im....IM GOING TO CONFESS TO THEM!...

Papa: Whoah easy there, you gonna burn down the kitchen if you keep this up!

Ebisu: Thank you Papa, i know what i must do!, Thank you very much!..

Papa: Your welcome.,,oh and as an added bonus, give them this here rainbow buns that i saved, for you know..when...

Ebjisu: Wait..don’t tell you knew this was gonna happen, did you?.

Papa: Well,. it was 50/50,but im glad you know what you need to do now..

Ebisu: Yes,,Thank you a bunch papa. i have hurry now, before the train leaves.!

Papa: Hehehe, Go, you better reel in a good one!.

Ebisu: Yes!..

Tightly grasping a medium box in his hand,The confident pink haired boy sprints in a hurry to catch up to the train station and soon follows his destination...Shinjuku...

Ebisu: Harumo,,if you’re gonna reject me!,its fine by me,,but i want to know your answer, and to figure that out ,i have to tell you the truth..of what i feel about you!.

{Shinjuku Dormitory}

After school..in the mid afternoon.

Chernobog prepares your wheel chair as you try to get out of bed, but sadly, the strength that pull everyday is no longer present ,as every step feels as if you’re dragging 10 pounds of weight, and every step you take,

leaves you out of breath as you lean onto Chernobog for support,

.Harumo:{breathing softly}

Chernobog:Harumo, we’ll be going back to your room now, so you can rest easy now,

Harumo:....W-we?...

Chernobog: Yes...

Chernobog:Per instruction, is to accompany you and that is to sleep beside you.

Harumo: ...Oh..cool...Nurse Chernobog..

Chernobog: Lets us make haste now.. Onward!

.And as the drama begins, the two of you slowly make your towards the dormitory so that you may sleep.

On your way towards the exit of the school, you encounter a familiar student leaning on the side of the door frame, its as if that said person is waiting for someone in particular.

Harumo: Kengo?..

Kengo: Hey partner, I’ve been ..waiting for you..

Harumo: For me?..

Kengo: Yeah...i just...i just want to guard you,make sure you both are safe, An enemy could take advantage of your fever, so i want to make sure.

Chernobog: I am mostly grateful for your intent of protecting Harumo,

Harumo: Okay,...Lets go...

The second strongest member of the Summoners and The Dark Lord of Bald Mountain, had became your escort, its as if two alphas are protecting their King. as they keep an eye out for anyone that will attack out of the blue..

After reaching the entrance of the dormitory,

Horkeu Kamui: Dark lord Chernobog!,

Chernobog: ....

Kengo: Hey, what are you doing here Horkeu Kamui?!

Horkeu Kamui: Harumo!, what did you do to my hero?!

Chernobog: Calm yourself Horkeu, you misunderstand the situation.

Harumo: HorkeuKamui, calm down for a sec...

Kengo:Hey, Quit you two!, nows not the time !

Kengo steps in-between the two people who have a sharp gaze at each other as they look deep into each others eyes

As if they are about to pounce at each other.. Their gaze are almost sharp daggers that pierce into each other’s soul. as Kengo becomes the peacekeeper.

Harumo:ENOUGH YOU TWO! {Coughing}

As you try to scream at the top of your lungs,your voice becomes hoarse as your tonsils are inflammed,

After that, you continue to cough aggresively as you hold your neck feeling the sharp pain of your tonsils, your sweating more and more as the two feuding have snapped to their senses. And return to your eyes as you are weaken.

Kengo: Partner, don’t taik, Thats you two idiots, Harumo is screaming because of you’se two keep on bickering,

Chernobog: Harumo im sorry, i...

Horkeu Kamui: My hero, i did not intent to cause you great harm, Im sorry..

Ebisu: Harumo...?

Trio: Huh?..

A mention of your name, the three escorts quickly turn their sights at a lone chuby figure behind you.

Harumo: That voice...

Ebisu slowly waiks towards to you shyly.

Horkeu Kamui: Who are you?

Chernobog: What business do you have with Harumo?

Harumo: Ebisu!

Ebisu: I’ve finally found you!

AND THATS IT FOR PART 1 OF SICK DAY,THOGUH I WANTED TO MAKE THIS A IN ONE POST BUT, I FELT THAT I SHOULD TURN IT INTO PARTS AND NOT MAKE IT INTO A WHOLE, HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THE STORY AND COMMENT ON WHAT YOU ALL THINK OF IT OR SEND AN ASK, EITHER WAY, AND THATS IT FOR PART 1 OF HARUMO GETTING SICK AND IT WAS HARD TO GAUGE EVERYONE’S REACTIONS TO HARUMO GETTING SICK AND HOW THEY WILL DO OR EVEN TAKE CARE OF HARUMO, OKAY, THATS ALL FOR TODAY, THANK YOU ALL VERY MUCH.

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #sick day #Harumo #summoners #mc5 #Chernobog #Horkeu Kamui #Shino #Part 1

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Fera Ingris

Chapter 1 - Dealing with Dixons

It's finally here people! Eekkk! It'll be up on A03 later when I turned my laptop on. Been teasing this for soooo long.

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"Yer take care of yourself lass, don't worry about us."

Phoenix sighed at the man on the other end of the phone, twisting the silver rosary he had given her for her birthday many years ago. The world had changed dramatically for them all since that day. Their history bloody and violent and God sent.

"Are ye listening lass?"

"Of course, I'm listening! It's you who isn't! I'm on the way to Atlanta now! As in I'm already in Georgia! I can't let you three rot in there when we've got things to do!"

"Lass, we can take care of ourselves. Connor wants to know if ye got our package?" He asked, she stifled a laugh at the noise of the pair fighting over the phone she could hear.

"Yea I got it. Haven't opened it yet though" she replied, the bike's engine growing colder under her. "What's in it? You guys shouldn't be sending anything. You're lucky Duffy and Dolly got it t' me before I left Boston."

"I know lass but ye need t' keep those safe fer us." She smiled hearing her other friend's voice, clearly having won the battle for the phone. "Look things are getting bad here. You're safe now but things are gettin' weird, we'd never forgive ourselves if anything happened to ye. I love ye too much"

"I love ya too, you idiot! I'm gonna get you all out. We have a mission! I've got a bag full of your stuff right here on my bike, your clothes, coats, guns."

"Aye. What?! No? Yea. Let me say goodbye a' least?" Phoenix knitted her eyebrows, hearing the man talking to someone else. A prison guard maybe. "Lass we have t' go. I'll call ye back when things settle aye?"

"Yea. Just tell me where you are at least?"

"Sorry lass I got to -"

The line suddenly died on her and she frowned, shaking the phone and seeing no signal. She ran her hand through her short dark red hair and started the bike up, speeding quickly towards Atlanta and her boys.

**********

The sun shined through the thin, flimsy material of the tent, shining directly down into the sleeping pairs eyes. The short, spiky, dyed haired young woman groaned and threw her arm over her face. She sat slowly and yawned. She'd had that dream for weeks, wondering what had happened to her friends.

Had the prison been overrun by the monsters that lurked in every corner? Were they dead? Or worse... Had they become one of those things?

She'd slept after her watch shift, which surprised the girl as she had been having a bad bout of insomnia for the last two weeks. Ever since...

No, she thought don't think about it.

She glanced at the young boy laid next to her and smiled. When Carl asked if he could sleep in her tent with her the night before she had been hesitant (mainly because Lori rarely let him out her sight) but Lori had said it was okay and she was not going to fight against the long-haired beauty.

Lori had also said it would be good for her, get her to trust others again. And honestly the boy reminded her so much of her old friend with his boundless energy and smiles.

A gentle tap to the roof of her tent set her senses on guard. She grabbed her long calf length boots and her Bowie knife and slowly pulled the zipper up. A sigh released from her throat as she squinted up at the crossbow welding man in front of her.

"We goin' hunting or what?" He snarled at her, obviously still mad at the woman from their disagreement yesterday. It wasn't her fault. He had spooked her...

Merle approached the dark red haired girl sat by the quarry lake silently. Something was up with her and he was determined to find out what. The sight in front of him worried him slightly, she was nervous and kept flicking her head around. Had she been bit? He was thankful the darkness of the twilight hid him somewhat as he watched. She hissed as she pulled the bloody bandage off her left hand, flexing it and hissing through her teeth. The soft sound of something hitting the surface of the water, made his heart thump. It wasn't raining so why did it sound like it was?

He came right behind her and watched as she rubbed at the wound, it oozed blood and yellowish white pus as she gritted her teeth. Infection was setting in. Daryl called out his name from camp and the girl spun and noticed him there.

"Ya shouldn't be down 'ere by herself girlie." He whispered, kneeling and gently taking her hand, examining the injury intently. "Now wha' we gonna do abou' yer hand? Yer can't take what I offered yer."

"Burn it again. Only thing we can do. Not like we can wander to nearest pharmacy, throw my hand on the counter and say fix it, is it?" She hissed as he prodded a sensitive spot, Merle chuckled slightly and helped her to her feet.

"Nah but China is headed t' the city tomorrow. I'ma go too. I know my meds and I'll get yer what yer need t' be right as rain again, Lil sis." He said with a smirk as they climbed back up the slope to the camp. Daryl and Shane spun round at their footsteps and Merle smirked. Officer ass-hat was on one about something.

"Phoenix! Where have you been?! We told you to stay in camp until you could fight!" Shane whisper-yelled in her face.

"Easy there officer. Girl just needed a second by 'erself... Gets a bit loud round here." Merle defended her, placing himself between the well musculared man and the girl who seemed to shrink into herself. "She's fine. I was a watchin' her."

"I bet you were Dixon." Lori said under her breath. Phoenix glanced at the woman with eyes narrowed. The majority of the camp thought the Dixons were rude, brash and shouldn't be there. Only Phoenix, Glenn, Andrea and Shane knew of the incident that had cemented the brothers in the camp's good graces, well in their good graces.

Phoenix sat down at the small fire infront of her tent and sighed, her ears picking up on raised voices coming from the Dixon tent. It sounded like Daryl was majorly pissed about something and Merle was defending himself.

Isn't any of your business she thought ignore them.

She gazed deep into the fire, the heat warming her frozen limbs nicely. She hated the cold, not that it was cold but she felt like she was sat on a box of ice in just her underwear. She had experienced working in much colder situations, hell the Irish rain was colder than this. The sweat on her brow made her eyes ache and she closed them, leaning her head back.

"Ahh!" She shrieked, jumping up and thrusting her knife backwards towards whatever had grabbed her shoulder. A deep grunt sounded and her hand was twisted, causing her to release her grip of the blade's handle.

"Ain't no need t' try t' gut me girl." Daryl growled, his gruff voice instantly calming the nervous woman. She sighed and held her hand out, Daryl raised his chin and regarded whether to return her knife or not for a moment. He relented at her raised eyebrow and dropped it into her left hand. She hissed in pain and clutched at her wrist. Quicker than she could pull away, he'd wrapped his hand around her wrist yanking her closer and pulling the bandage off her injury. He could see how raised and angry it look, grimacing slightly as it oozed at his poking. Tears of pain welled in her eyes as she grit her teeth, he grumbled under his breath and glanced over his shoulder at his older brother. Merle nodded and raised the half empty bottle of whiskey in a salute. "This why Merle is leavin' right?"

"Yea, told him he didn't have to." She whispered as he released her arm, her skin tingled at the lose of contact. Daryl ran his hand over his neck and bit his lip.

"Ye need meds. Ain't happy a' him, riskin' his neck fer someone like ya." He groaned under his breath. Her mood soured and she shoved him away. He stumbled for a second and threw her a glare. "What the hell is ya problem girl?"

"Someone like me Dixon? Huh? What exactly do you mean by that?!" She folded her arms across her chest. Daryl's eyes flickered downwards for a second to how her arms pushed her breasts higher and more together.

God she's gorgeous when she's mad he thought, his cock twitching in his jeans. He ducked his head and scoffed.

"Ya know what I mean, can't even hunt without hurtin' yaself."

"Go away Dixon." She turned on her heel and stormed off up the bank, and climbing up the RV ladder to take watch. Daryl sighed and slopped off back to his brother, who was laughing, finding the whole scene hilarious.

**********

Phoenix nodded up at the hunter and pulled on her boots and grabbed her bow. She followed Daryl over to his tent where his brother was preparing to go into the city. Merle gave her a once over as she approached, his eyes narrowed at the bow across her back and the stains on the bandage around her left hand.

"Mornin' Firebug." He drawled as the pair stopped. She nodded and heaved her backpack tighter to her shoulder beside her quiver of arrows. "Y'all gonna be alright t' hunt wit' tha' hand?" He questioned, giving his brother a glance. Daryl gave Merle a hooded lidded look and nodded his head up. "Don't wanna waste my time if ya gonna drop down dead on poor Darlena 'ere."

The girl smirked and shoved the older man's shoulder playfully before flipping him off, striding towards the treeline.

"You watch 'er baby brother. She's one of us now."

"Hmm" Daryl said, glancing at the girl as she waited just under the cover of the trees for him. Merle gave a low chuckle and Daryl glared at him. "Stop."

"Come on baby brother, don't be like that." Merle stood and patted him on the shoulder. "Ya been pining after 'er for weeks now. Just give her some of the ol' Dixon charm. If ya even have any!" He barked out a laugh as his brother scoffed and walked away, joining the girl and disappearing into the woods.

**********

A low whistle drew her attention and she glanced in the direction of it. Daryl raised his hand and pointed off towards the copse of trees in front of him. Keeping her body low to the ground and her steps feather light she approached him. Her eyes darting out at the small herd of deer in front of them, they'd finally found them after two days in the woods. She raised her hand and pointed to the smaller of the two bucks. Daryl nodded and gestured he was going to try and get around them so if they darted he could take a shot. She nodded and crouched lower, using the shrubs to hide her. Daryl wandered away silently as she waited for his signal.

A loud shriek pierced the air and the deer scattered. Daryl swore and took off after the smaller buck, Phoenix following him at a distance.

**********

They stopped by a small creak, Phoenix dipping her hand into it and running it over the back of her neck. She felt like she was on fire, yet icy cold at the same time. The infection in her hand had well and truly set in, she needed to be careful or she'd drop and not get back up.

"We go a littl' further then stop fer the night." Daryl mummered beside her, wiping his soaked red rag over the back of his neck and down his face. She nodded, eyes staring off into the stream. He watched her carefully, the way her hair at the back of her neck was slightly curly, the way her ears twitched as if she was a rabbit or a deer hearing a predator. He found her beautiful and mysterious. A riddle he wanted to solve. He couldn't help his attraction to her physique either, the woman was beautiful. Not perhaps every man's wet dream but he found her incredibly sexy.

He admired how she wore gothic, all black, metal studded and chained clothes despite the heat, her short dyed dark red hair, the regrowth hinting at sandy blond, spiked with sweat these days that cried out to be tugged as she was kissed, the slight thicker set of her thighs, buttocks and stomach, he much preferred a girl with a bit of weight than the skinny, almost starved look some of the women up at camp had; the ink he could spy under her clothes was calling out for him to discover exactly how many tattoos she had and why she'd chosen them. He had seen a glimpse of the tattoos on her by accident when he'd stumbled upon her at the lake having a quick swim and also when he'd found her in the woods. She kept herself well covered normally, she said she got sunburn easily. He could spy an interesting shaped scar across her collar bone when she wore lower cut shirts, not that she did very much now.

Not since he'd saved her in the woods a week or so ago.

He loved how well they worked as hunters together. She knew enough to track decently and was surprisingly quiet on her feet, despite the heavy metal covered, thick platform soled boots she chose to wear. They're only issue seemed to be that they butted heads constantly when not hunting, both taking verbal swipes at each other whenever they tried to have a conversation, sometimes she'd slap him on the arm; Merle finding it hilarious and entertaining to join in. Damn Merle, was his fault she got hurt in the first place. If he hadn't egged her on about her lack of hunting abilities, she wouldn't have been out in the woods by herself in the first place.

He sighed quietly as she raised to her feet and moved away, eyes scanning the forest floor for the deer's tracks, finding them and leading the way.

**********

Daryl grunted as he lowered himself down beside the girl, who was turning a stick through the weak fire in front of her. The night was silent except for the light wind. He silently settled down against the log and took out of one of the squirrel for the pair to eat. Daryl made quick work of gutting and skinning the small rodent and shoved it on a stick to slowly roast over the flames. The girl's eyes drifting upwards towards the stars. She looked so peaceful that he didn't want to disturb her.

"We gotta head back in the morning if we don't find the deer." She nodded and pulled her arms around her own shoulders, shivering slightly. "Come 'ere." He said, holding his arms open for her to settle beside him. Daryl usually hated touching others and being touched was a rarity for him but he'd made the exception for her while they hunted. It was simply for survival he told himself. If she got too cold she'd get sick and then the group wouldn't have a hunter when he and Merle left. And he'd feel that guilt all his life, the kids needed fresh meat so he was doing something for the group. Nothing to do with his stupid little crush. Nope, he was doing it for the group. She shuffled closer and wrapped an arm around his waist. Her head found his chest and she sighed, feeling the heat from Daryl seep into her cold bones. Daryl frowned, she felt hot yet she was shivering like crazy.

That damn hand.

He pulled her closer and ran his hand cautiously up and down her arm. She flinched at first then relaxed into his embrace.

"Ya alright?"

"Yea. Just cold." She whispered, her warm breath causing goose bumps across Daryl's chest. She blinked slowly, feeling sleep call her. The smell of Daryl's warm body lulling her, she had missed falling asleep in a man's arms. It was familiar and comforting. She felt safe, warm and protected despite the dead walking.

**********

The sharp whistle drew her attention to the left. She nocked her arrow and let it fly, hitting the deer in the hind leg causing it to run. The two hunters had caught up to the deer earlier and were driving it towards camp. Daryl was in the rear urging it forward, while she made it turn in the right direction when it veered too far to the left.

She spotted the steep banks that marked the outer edges of the quarry and smiled.

Almost home.

Taking another shot to steer the deer towards the lower bank she smiled. The group would eat well tonight. She stumbled and shot at the hind leg again. The deer in one last desperate burst of energy slipped out of her sight but it was very close to camp. Wouldn't take long for them to catch up.

**********

Phoenix paused and braced her arms on her knees, Daryl whistled in question, asking if she was alright as he walked by her. She held up a hand in reply. He grumbled and walked away. She could hear yells and the sounds of stomping as she neared the rocks that hid camp.

Daryl was knelt on the ground and looking over the deer.

"Think we could cut around the chewed up part?" He said looking up at Dale and the others. Phoenix's eyes narrowed as she spotted a new face amongst the men. The group of men didn't seem to notice her as she joined Daryl at his side, subconsciously seeking his protection from the stranger. Fear made her heart pound loudly in her ears as Daryl stood.

"I wouldn't risk that" Shane said quietly, Daryl sighed dejectedly frustrated he hadn't been able to feed the group more.

"That's a damn shame. We got us some squirrels... About a dozen or so. That'll have to do."

"Oh my god!" Amy gasped as the head of the walker suddenly began to gnash its teeth.

"Come on people! What the hell?!" Daryl exclaims as he releases a bolt through its undead head. "It's gotta be the brain! Don't y'all know nothin'?!"

Phoenix smirked, shouldering her bow as she followed Daryl back into camp. She gave a glance over her shoulder at the group behind her, noticing the exchange of looks between them.

"MERLE! MERLE! Get ya ugly ass out here! Got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up!" Daryl calls out, Phoenix swivelling her head to see where the elder Dixon was.

"Daryl, just slow up a bit. I need to talk to you." Shane called, his hands on his hips as the group avoids Daryl and Phoenix's eyes.

"About what?" Daryl queries, pausing his march around the camp. Phoenix, instinctively, taking Daryl's back with a bad feeling in her gut.

"DD... Hear him out." She whispers as Daryl narrows his eyes in suspicion. Daryl glances at her briefly before turning back to Shane.

"About Merle... There was a... There was a problem in Atlanta." The former officer sighs, his hand reaching out as if to pacify the man. Phoenix grits her teeth and reaches for the gun hidden behind her shirt slowly, sensing this was not going to end well.

"He dead? "

"We're not sure..."

OH shitttt Phoenix thought, slipping the brace of squirrels and her bow off her shoulder.

"He either is or he ain't!" Daryl stated, his voice raising in anger as his face grew more dark.

"No easy way to say this so I'll just say it." The newcomer said quietly, stepping into the discussion.

"Who are you?!" Daryl asked, confused slightly as to what this stranger had to do with his brother's disappearance.

"Rick Grimes."

"Rick Grimes?!" Daryl spat aggressively, his face a mask to the hurt and anger underneath. "You got summit ya want t' tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all, so I... I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal... He's still there."

"What the fuck!?" Phoenix snarled as her eyes narrowed at the newcomer. Her stance widening, readying herself for a fight. Daryl began pacing, his eyes meeting hers, she gave a barely there nod in agreement with him.

"Hold on... Let me process this. You're sayin' you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there!?" Daryl growled as he paced, the woman edging towards Shane, out of Daryl's path to Rick.

"Yeah."

Daryl growls loudly as he throws his rope of squirrels at Rick, who dodges them easily.

"Hey! Watch the knife!" T-Dog yells as Daryl pulls his knife. Shane dodges Phoenix and gets behind Daryl, quickly putting him into a chokehold. Phoenix steps up behind Shane, her own knife slipping into her grip, her gun giving a low click as she removed the safety and pointed it at the curls of Shane's hair.

"Okay... Okay..." Shane whispers, lowering Daryl and himself to the ground.

"You'd best let me go!" Daryl gasped, struggling to free himself.

"Do as he says!" Phoenix snarls, her Beretta a mere breath away from Shane's skull.

"Chokehold's illegal!" Daryl grunts, thrashing his legs. Phoenix lowers her gun to Shane's shoulder, ready to pull the trigger if needed.

"You can file a complaint!" Shane laughs weakly. "Come on man. We'll keep this up all day."

"Like shite we will. I'll shoot ya first mate!" The red head growled as Rick kneels in front of Daryl and Shane, his head tilting to the side.

"I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that? Do you think we can manage that?"

Daryl grunts, ceasing to struggle, slapping his hand out to the side of him; silently signalling to the woman to stand down as Shane hums in question.

"Mmm...Yeah." Daryl replies.

Shane releases him quickly and steps away as the younger man raises himself to his feet. Shane's eyebrows raised as Phoenix pulls herself to her full height, him and Rick giving her a worried glance. She smirks and makes a show of putting her knife and gun back into their places. Rick turns to Daryl and rubs the back of his neck slowly.

"What I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work or play well with others."

"It’s not Rick's fault!" T-Dog interrupted, the large man stepping closer. "I had the key... I dropped it!"

Phoenix scoffed, glaring at the man.

"Ya couldn't pick it up?!" Daryl questioned, his anger disappearing and being replaced by worry and anxiety.

"Well, I dropped it in a drain."

"If that’s supposed to make me feel better, it don't." Daryl snapped as he shook his head, pacing in a small circle. Phoenix joining him at his side and glaring daggers at T-Dog.

"Maybe this will... Look, I chained the door to the roof... So geeks couldn't get at him... With a big ass chain and padlock. Its got to count for something!"

"Hell with all y'all! Just tell me where he is... So that I can go get him." Daryl choked out, his voice cracking with tears as Phoenix gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"So we can go get him." She declared, daring anyone to argue with her. Daryl gave her a tiny up nod at her and squeezed her hand on his shoulder lightly.

"He'll show you. Isn't that right?" Lori spoke up from the door of the RV, she looked to Rick quietly awaiting his reply.

"I'm going back." He stated quietly. Lori sighed and walked into the RV.

*********

Phoenix pulled on her long studded leather jacket and secured her axe into the specialised holster on her back. Daryl stood beside her silently, chewing his lip. The Brit have a slight wobble as she got lighter headed and Daryl's mind came to only one solution to a major issue between the pair.

"Hey."

"Hey DD. You ready to go get Merle?" She asked, bending to tie her boot laces. "Yea... Ya not comin' though."

"What!? You can't be serious DD! You need me with you so those picks don't leave you there as well!" She snapped back as he turned to walk away.

"Daryl!"

"Nah. Ya hurt. Too many geeks in the city fer ya axe. Stay here. Keep safe." He argued back, she growled in her throat and pushed by him. His hand wrapped around her arm in a bruising grip.

"Dixon..."

"Listen... Stay here. I don't... Just... Fuck." He hissed. "Merle will be pissed. Real pissed."

"He'll of been baked in the sun ya mean! He is gonna be stir fried from the heat! He's gonna need someone to calm him down. He ain't gonna hurt me DD... He wouldn't hurt me." She sighed, her head beginning to throb. "I have to Daryl. I owe him one!"

"Nah ya don't!"

"Yes I fucking do!"

"No. Ya stayin' here!"

"I'm going!" She yelled, hands on her hips.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO! And that's final!"

The pair continued to argue for several more minutes until Shane interrupted them, the pair literally chest to chest and needing to be pulled apart before fists began to fly. Phoenix huffed and stormed away into the woods as the man agreed with Daryl. Daryl glared after the fiery woman before stomping off to the truck, missing her turning back towards the camp and leaning against a tree with her arm crossed against her chest.

Phoenix glanced at the truck Daryl stood in. She wanted to wish them luck but knew Daryl was still angry with her. He looked in her direction and nodded his head, a small smile gracing the corner of his mouth. She sighed and walked towards him, he knelt down at the open shutter and tilted his head towards her. "Keep safe in the city DD." She whispered, gazing upwards into the man's sky blue eyes. He nodded and chewed his thumb. "Bring Merle back. Wouldn't be the same round here without that dickhead."

"Yea. Be quieter fer sure." He chuckled, smiling fondly at the girl. Phoenix reached up and pulled at Daryl, forcing him to brace himself against the ledge as she hugged him with one arm against her chest. Daryl slowly relaxed enough to enjoy her closeness and leaned his head on top of hers.

"Please come back." She whispered into his ear as he pulled back slightly, his eyes flitting around camp to make sure no one was witnessing the exchange. He nodded lightly into her neck, his arm coming to loosely hold her waist. He breathed in her soothing subtle scent and closed his eyes to help him memorise thee moment, just in case. He cleared his throat and pulled away, feeling a certain part of his anatomy starting to stir. She smiled weakly at him with teary eyes and walked away.

"Hey!"

Phoenix turned slightly, the breeze making her hair wave over her face softly. Thee sun shining behind her making her hair look like flames licking across the crown of her head. The bruises and cuts across her face hidden in the shadows of her face and hair. So beautiful Daryl thought, smiling slightly. His mind locking the sight into his memory as he stood and waved to her.

"Stay safe!" He called to her, she nodded and waved back. Her cheeks tinting pink at his loud show of concern as she smiled softly.

#the walking dead fanfiction #PhoenixBWrites #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x oc #Fera Ingris #DarylDixon #daryl dixon x oc #the walking dead fanfic #daryl dixon fanfic #twd fanfiction

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purpleyellow · 4 years

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Recovery pt 2

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“She’s home, and it’s time for the 97+maknae liners to watch Hayun”

a/n: Some of these are shorter, so I apologize. Also, I couldn’t find gifs of mingyu and dino that fit the “aesthetic” so sorry again. Feel free to let me know your thoughts as well as send me some requests💙. Ask box is also open to random chats.

The8

(italics are Chinese)

“Myungho!” Hayun called out from her spot on the couch and waited for a few seconds before screaming again “Minghao! The8! Whatever name you respond to”

“I’m here woman, calm down” The boy rolled his eyes as she extended her arms to give him her notebook. Minghao took it without a second glance and sat on the floor next to her to read the sentences she had written since he had last left her. “Nice job”

“Do you have any pointers to give me?” She smiled paddling her feet on the couch and he gave her back the notebook.

“Your calligraphy still sucks” He snickered making her chuckle “But I told you that the last three times you called me”

“Yeah, you did,” Hayun twisted her pen, looking from her laptop to the pages before noticing the boy hadn’t left like the previous times “What?”

“Why the sudden interest in Chinese?” He blatantly said, making her close her notebook and shrug her shoulders.

“I needed something to distract me and turns out it’s very easy to get a language certificate through the internet,” The girl said without a break, smiling triumphantly at the end which made him giggle at her proud face. “I might need you to help me revise some stuff though”

“I don’t have much time before I need to go back to pledis so write down your questions and I’ll help you when I get back” He patted her arm and got up from the floor.

“Yeah, go ahead and leave me like everyone else” Hayun threw her head back dramatically making him look at her sassily.

“You do know we’re making you richer right?”

“Yes. And you know that I like to communicate with people” She raised a finger and poked his chest “And I can’t do that if someone is not around to teach me their mother tongue”

“Isn’t three languages enough for you?”

“I want to be one of those smug polyglots. Once you’re done with me I’ll call Yuto to help me with Japanese. There’s this idol who can speak German I think, I’ll talk to him too” She joked with a wink and Minghao shook his head laughing.

Mingyu

Mingyu pushed the door with his elbow and set the tray of food on Hayun’s nightstand. Pushing her arm until she woke up from, what he assumed, her nap.

“What?” She groaned holding his hand and turning away from him.

“I made you food” Mingyu chanted sitting on the bad and moving the platter to his lap

“Is it pizza?” She asked, burying her face in the pillow.

“No?”

“Then I don’t want it”

“Noona, you have to in order to get better soon” The boy rolled his eyes poking her side and she groaned again.

“Is it ramen?”

“No” He answered, expecting her to at least sit up to see what it was. In reality, Hayun stayed still in her spot, pretending to fall asleep again and have him go away. Huffing, Minngyu poked her again “I tried a new recipe, you need to help me see if it’s tasty or not”

Raising her head like he expected, she checked what he had brought and whined while sitting properly.

“You made soup” The girl pouted making him laugh. “I want something greasy”

“You can’t have anything greasy for now” Mingyu shook his head and brought the spoon out of the bowl, leaning forward to feed her a little “Say ahh”

Shutting her mouth, Hayun shook her head making him groan and retreat the spoon annoyed. Smiling mischievously, she opened her mouth again and as the boy took the bowl out of his lap she instantly closed it.

“Can you be a little cooperative?” Mingyu complained laughing and she shrugged, allowing him to properly feed her a spoonful. “How is it?”

Making a disgusted face, Hayun quickly changed it to a pondering one and then smiled satisfied.

“Not bad, Chef Gyu”

“Not bad” He repeated her in English making her laugh and nod.

“Next time, maybe add a little more spice”

“A package arrived for you” Seokmin sang while walking inside Hayun’s room and she shot up from her bed “Wait, calm down. We don’t need your stitches to rip open”

“I’m taking them off tomorrow” She rolled her eyes taking the package from him. As he was walking away she waved him inside, shaking the big box with a smile “Stay, you’re going to like what I ordered”

“Ohh, what is it?” He sat along with her on her bed and helped her rip open the cardboard.

“I ordered a hammock” Hayun smiled satisfied as she made her way to the fabric “I’m going to hang it in my room and chill in it”

“Cool,” Dokyeom got up, holding an end of the object and spreading it out so they could get a perfect view “How are you going to hang it?”

“Uh?” The girl blinked, her smile turning to a frown as she looked at him.

“The hammock. You’re going to need a place to hang it”

“Oh. True” She sighed and let go of her end, throwing her body back on the bed and repressing a very mild discomfort. “I didn’t think about that”

“I guess we’re going to need a drill or something professional like that” The boy kept muttering, walking around her room while looking at the walls and dragging the hammock along the floor.

“There must be a tutorial somewhere on the internet. I’ll look for it later” She sighed carefully pulling herself upwards. “Or you know… my very strong groupmates can hold it up while I lay in it”

“Ah, I think you got the wrong person” DK shook his head grinning and she leaned her head forward doing the same movement.

“No, I don’t. C’mon, Seokmin-ah. Do a favor for your sick Noona” She smirked, making him tumble laughing.

“Wow, just a minute ago there was nothing wrong with you” He managed to say in between laughs and she grinned, leaning on her side and shrugging calmly.

Seungkwan

“Are you going to hold my hand?” Hayun asked Sengkwan as soon as they made it to the hospital, the boy rolling his eyes with a big exhale before taking her hand in his and making her laugh “I meant when they take out the stitches dummy”

“Of course I knew that” He scoffed, throwing her hand away. In revenge, Hayun looped her arm around his waist and forcefully made him hug her shoulder as they walked together. Whining, Seungkwan said under his breath “Noona, not here”

“There’s no one in the hallway, stop pouting” Hayun giggled gently slapping his butt, which caused him to widen his eyes and look around to see if she was telling the truth.

“Aren’t you a little bit worried?”

“Not really. I’ve had stitches before” She shrugged as they walked inside a room and sat on a waiting list. “But in all seriousness, I do want you to hold my hand while they do it”

“Why?” He whined again resting his head on her shoulder. “You said you weren’t scared”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want some support”

“Okay then” He sighed and they stayed in silence for a few seconds before Seungkwan turned to her serious “You’re probably not going to like hearing this”

“Oh my, what did you do?”

“Nothing. I just feel bad” The boy took her hand again and looked down ashamed “I kind of feel better about not doing the entire performance after you had to step out”

“What?” Hayun frowned and he shook his head, realizing how that sounded.

“I’m not glad that you had to take a break. The members know I complain about wanting you with us all the time” He smiled gently making her chuckle “It just made me realize how lucky I am that I didn’t have to sit out everything”

“Strangely enough I don’t feel attacked at all” Hayun laughed patting his head and gesturing for him to rest on her shoulder again “I’m glad you didn’t have to either Boo. Please keep taking better care of yourself”

Vernon

“Is that my sister?” Vernon frowned, leaning down over the back of the couch to check out Hayun’s phone.

“Oopsies, gotta go,” Sofia said over facetime and instantly hung up the call, making the boy frown at his own reflection on the black screen.

“You were facetiming my sister?” He looked at Hayun confused and walked around to sit next to her.

“Yeah actually. I do talk fairly often with your mom too.” She quirked up an eyebrow and crossed her arms “You better step up your technology game because I’m stealing your family”

“What?” He chuckled, leaning back and taking her phone to check the latest calls, laughing harder when he realized she was telling the truth.

“I mean it, boy. Your mom said she’s getting me a Christmas stocking this year”

“Well, you’re going to be a great addition to the family” Vernon snickered not knowing if she was being honest or not.

“I’m aware”

“Are you going to do something right now?” He asked side-eyeing her and she shook her head “Good. I’m going to need you to help me out with something I composed”

“You know. Technically I’m still on my work hiatus” She smirked poking his side and Vernon snorted. “But, we are at home after all so I don’t think that’s a problem”

“I know, that’s why I asked” He laughed and opened an app on his phone.

Dino

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Hayun said as soon as she heard Dino entering the room backstage.

“You came!” The boy beamed running to hug her and she replied with a giggle rubbing his back.

“I wanted to surprise you guys after the last stage” She smiled and shrugged looking to see if anyone else was around “Please don’t tell the others”

“Okay. Oh my, I saw you this morning but I can’t believe you are here” The boy chuckled making her pat his cheek.

“Why did you come back?” Hayun asked frowning “You’re supposed to be on stage in two minutes”

“I left my phone inside my pocket again” Chan giggled embarrassed and took the device, setting it on the table. “Aren’t you going to be lonely while we’re gone”

“Nah. I’ll look around to see if there’s anyone bored too”

“You were supposed to say ‘watching you is enough for me’” Dino made an annoyed face and both of them started laughing.

“I’ll look around after watching the performance, don’t worry” She rolled her eyes and held his hand “Talking about it. If you guys come back and I’m not here text me. I either lost track of time or one of the managers sent me home”

“The managers don’t know you’re here?” He said amused “How did you even come? You’re driving already?”

“I took a cab. But now that you said, I can drive again. I don’t know why I didn’t do that”

“Okay, Noona” Dino laughed stealing a look at the clock “I have to go, please don’t wander around too much”

“Good luck with the performance!” Hayun smiled sending him a flying kiss before he bolted off the room.

#Hayun #seventeen 14th member #seventeen oc #seventeen au #Seventeen Additional Member #seventeen addition #seventeen female addition #seventeen female member #seventeen female oc #seventeen extra member #seventeen imagines #seventeen x oc #seventeen x 14th member #kpop addition #kpop au #kpop #female!oc #female!kpop #female!addition

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multiple-fandoms-shipper · 3 years

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Clintasha fanfic

Secret Family

Cap: we need a safe house

Clint: Natasha can I talk to you

Nat: yeah

They go to a private area and sit down

Clint: we know a place

Nat: yeah but we haven't even told them we're superhero's

Clint: well there's no better way for them to find out

Nat: you're right ok let's go

They walk back out to the group and Clint sits in the pilots seat

Nat: we know a place

Cap: ok

Clint flies them to a remote area and when he lands they grab their bags and start walking up the long pathway

Tony: where are we

Nat: you'll see soon enough

Once they get three quarters of the way up the drive way a little girl runs up to Clint and he picks her up

Lila: hi daddy

Clint: hi baby, where are you're brother and sister

Lila: inside with auntie Laura

Clint: ok

He sets her down and she walks to Natasha

Lila: hi momma

Tony: I'm sorry what

Lila: who are they

Nat: I'll tell you when we're inside baby

A few minutes later a teenage girl walks out on her phone

Lila: sissy look who's here

She looks up from her phone and sees Clint and Natasha

Maia: mom dad you're home

Clint: yeah

She runs up to them and hugs them

Maia: I've missed you

Nat: we've missed you too Maia

Maia: so are you back for awhile

Clint: after this fight yeah I think so

Nat: yeah

They all take a step back and Maia looks at the rest of the people

Maia: what did aunt Laura say about bringing home strays

Clint: they're not strays

Maia: take it up with aunt Laura

Tony: can we get an explanation

Clint: me and Nat are married we have three kids and live with my sister

Cap: do they-

Clint: no but they will soon

Cap: ok

A few minutes later a women with a baby comes out and stands on the porch smiling at them

Laura: I thought I said no more strays Clint

Clint: hey I asked Nat before hand

Laura: ok and who might they be

Clint: meet tony, Steve, Bruce, and Thor,

He points at all of them as he says their name and they wave

Laura: are you gonna tell the kids

Nat: yeah, now come on everybody let's go inside

They walk the rest of the way and once they get there Clint takes the little boy from Laura and smiles at her and then the boy

Clint: hi Cooper

He makes baby noises

Laura: back for good

Clint: as if what would do with all our free time

Laura: spend it with your kids

Clint: yeah well we're taking a vacation after this to spend with them

Laura: good

Nat: hey Laura can you show them to the guest rooms

Laura: yeah

They all walk into the house and Laura leads the avengers upstairs to the guest rooms while Clint and Natasha sit in the living room with their kids

Clint: me and your mom need to tell you something

Maia: what

Nat: I'm black widow and your dad is Hawkeye

Lila: you're superheroes

Clint: yeah

Maia: cool, so what do you do

Nat: hand to hand combat

Maia: so cool

Lila: what do you do daddy

Clint: while I'm an archer and hand to hand combat as well

Lila: awesome

Clint: I know, now who's gonna help aunt Laura cook dinner so me and your mom can catchup

Lila: I will

Maia: yeah sure that's what you're doing

Nat: if you don't say anything else about us catching up I'll teach you a few combat moves

Maia: deal

Clint: ok Lila go help aunt Laura in the kitchen

Lila: ok daddy

Maia: have fun

She walks away

Clint: who do we give the baby to

Nat: Bruce

Clint: yeah

They walk over to the group of avengers

Clint: make yourselves comfortable just don't mess anything up and Bruce watch baby Cooper

Bruce: ok

Clint hands Bruce the baby

Bruce: he's adorable

Nat: yeah, bye

Tony: where are you going

Clint: somewhere

Tony: ok...

They walk upstairs to their room and they do the deed

It's now dinner time

Laura: dinners ready

Everyone runs to the table except Bruce who walks with the baby in his arms

Laura: here I'll take him

Bruce hands Laura the baby and puts him in his high chair and then Natasha and Clint walk down and Natasha has sex hair and Clint's is a little messy

Maia: so how's was your catching up

Nat: it was great

Maia starts laughing

Nat: I'll take away your boyfriend privilege

Maia stops laughing immediately

Nat: that's what I thought

Bruce: you guys have great kids

Thor: yes I agree with dr banner you and lady Romanoff have great kids mr Barton

Nat: Thor have I not told you to call me Natasha

Thor: you did lady Natasha

Nat: close enough

Everyone eats dinner and after they watch some tv until 9

Nat: ok Lila bedtime

Lila: but the movies not over

Clint: we won't watch anymore with out you

Lila: ok

Nat: who do you want to tuck you in tonight

Lila: both of you

Nat: ok

Clint picks Lila up and walks with Natasha to her room and places her in bed

Nat: goodnight Lila

She places the covers over Lila

Clint: sleep tight Lila

He kisses Lila's head

Nat: don't let the bedbugs bite Lila

She kisses her head

Clint: we will always be here for you Lila

They walk to the door Nat turns the light out and they are about to close the door

Nat and Clint: we love you Lila

They close the door and walk back to the main room

Nat: I love you Clint

Clint: I love you too Tasha

Bruce is holding Cooper and looks like he's about to fall asleep on Thor

Clint: here Bruce

Clint takes Cooper and walks over to Natasha and they curl up on one of the couches together and put the baby between them

Maia: I'm going to bed

Nat: ok goodnight Maia

Clint: goodnight Maia

Maia: goodnight mom, dad and aunt Laura

Thor: may I ask why you named your children Maia, Lila, and Cooper

Nat: while Maia means brave warrior in Maori which is spoken by the Maori people somewhere in New Zealand (I did my research)

Clint: Lila means beauty in Indian. The name Lila is also known as fire and strength (I researched this as well)

Nat: and we just liked the name Cooper (the name Cooper actually means barrel maker)

Thor: ahh well those are all good choices and I do believe lady Maia would make a brave warrior.

Clint: thank you Thor, we're gonna put Cooper to bed now

Cap: ok

Natasha and Clint go upstairs and put Cooper to bed

Clint puts Cooper in his crib and tucks him in

Nat: goodnight Cooper

Clint: sleep tight Cooper

Nat: don't let the bedbugs bite Cooper

Clint: we'll always be there for you Cooper

They turn the light out and walk to the door

Nat and Clint: we love you Cooper

They walk out of the room and back downstairs and they stop at Maia's door and open it to see her falling asleep

Clint: goodnight Maia

Nat: sleep tight Maia

Clint: don't let the bedbugs bite Maia

Nat: we'll always be there for you Maia

Clint and Nat: we love you Maia

Maia: I love you both

They close the door and walk back to the avengers and Laura

Tony: so you have kids

Clint: shhh they're sleeping and it's a pain to get them back to sleep

Laura: how do you get them to sleep so quickly

Nat: it's a song type thing

Laura: what is it

Nat: it goes, goodnight Laura

Clint: sleep tight Laura

Nat: don't let the bedbugs bite Laura

Clint: we'll always be there for you Laura

Clint and Nat: we love you Laura

Laura yawns

Laura: that is very effective

Clint: yeah it works well on all three of them and us

Laura: good to know

Tony: you guys look exhausted

Nat: it's nothing let's plan for the fight

Cap: ok

Steve starts talking strategies and Clint and Natasha try to stay awake but can't so they end up passed out on the couch tangled together

#clintasha #clint barton #natasha romonova #tony stank #tony stark #steve rogers #bruce banner #thor odinson #laura barton #hawkeye #black widow #iron man #captain america #hulk #clint x natasha #natasha x clint #kids

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starryseung · 4 years

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒔 90'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 [ 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 ]

𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈

I would travel thousands of miles just to be with you.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

you and han might’ve met at school, through mutual friends

then of course the classic ‘mutual pining without you two realizing you’re falling for each other’ game until one of your friends point it out

and then on days he doesn’t have a busy schedule, he’ll walk you home from school

slowly it’ll be a habit, and you’ll grow closer and closer

sometimes unconsciously he’ll intertwine your fingers with his

sometimes when it’s raining / freezing cold he’ll give you his jacket

“no ji, you’ll freeze to death,”

“at least i’ll freeze to death for you,”

*winks*

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

dates with jisung aren’t fixed at one spot

he loves showing you different places he discovered throughout the weekend

usually its the townside, because he loves watching nature and sunsets

also loves taking you through the woods (but only during broad daylight because he still hasn’t recovered from that werewolf story his friend told him in grade 2)

once you’ve reached your destination, he’ll laugh and jump up and down, kissing your hand and face a thousand times

but the journey towards the destination is literal hell

“y/n, i know men are supposed to carry women, but i’m pretty lightweight, and my legs might snap any moment now,”

“y/nnnn please gimme a piggy back ride up the hill i might faint”

“wow y/n i’m offended i don’t think you deserve all these awesome places i take you to,”

and when you glare at him, he’s a 180 flip, because you might just break his bones for choosing such a faraway location in the first place

“i-i mean you don’t deserve them because you’re so much prettier than them!”

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

okay see kisses with jisung are always quick and short because even if you’ve shared these moments a hundred times, each of them still feels like the first one

but sometimes he takes his time, kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, then skips your lips and moves down to your chin

but when you pout / whine he’ll chuckle softly and come back up to kiss you

so yeah kissing with jisung is very giggly and soft all the time

but otherwise, he’d never notice how soft and bubbly his cheeks are if it weren’t for you

you’re always kissing and pinching his cheeks (like you should!!)

and he won’t act like he doesn’t like it; he’ll laugh it off or reciprocate your love because he feels very loved around you and wouldn’t change it for the world or better.

thank you, y/n

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙

I want to grow old with you.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

you first meet him at the café he works!

initially it wouldn’t be much, just you hurriedly ordering your coffee and leaving

but then you’ll notice the small hearts he scribbles after your name on the cup, sometimes even going as far to write a lil “you’ll do great!” or “you look really sweet today”

so one day you decide to go to his café with your friend

and while leaving you slip in your number to him, but turns out this ball of sunshine is trying to slip in his number to you; so you have a new thing to laugh about

so yeah you start hanging out after his shifts, sometimes you wait for him to close the café for the day

“y/n you know you don’t have to wait for me tonight, it’ll get pretty late,”

“no lixie, i’d rather go home late with you than go home alone,”

but he knows you only wait for him so that you can eat all the donuts and cupcakes with him after his shift ends

but its a win-win for both of you, so he doesn’t mind :D

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

so he knows it’s like top 10 anime betrayals to his workplace, but he loves taking you to pet cafés

one, because he loves animals

two, because you love animals

three, because he loves you playing around with these animals

“awh felix can we steal this one? it’s so cute,”

and he’s just laughing because you’re so c u t e

“i don’t think that’s allowed, y/n,”

but not gonna lie i bet he has tried sneaking out a dog for you, but he got caught by one of the workers there

“o-oh! when d-did this little guy fit into my j-jacket pocket!”

super adorable uwu

calls you angel and princess, while you’re calling him sunshine all the time

loves decorating your hair with flowers

oh! he loves braiding your hair too

like when you’re over at his place he’s always experimenting with your hair; doing little salon roleplays with you and prettying your hair

but sometimes when he’s tired from work he’ll let you braid his hair

also loves having matching outfits

before dating him you thought matching couple outfits were cliché and stupid, but after dating him, you realize how different they are

dating felix also means your fashion sense improves a lot👀

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

felix, like hyunjin, has very kissable lips

he probably tastes like vanilla,plus he’s a great kisser

you’re wondering where he learnt all that from

making out with felix happens every other day, but its usually in bed with him on top of you while you guys are watching some movie / playing video games

also he’ll probably end up sleeping like that as you two slowly get tired

his face on your chest / on your shoulders and hands tight around your waist

this boy really loves you okay you better not make him sad >:(

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏

You complete me.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

at! the!! library!!!

you’re trying to pick a book from the second-to-top shelf, but since the universe decided to give you the most inconvenient height possible, here you are, contemplating if you should just drop the whole shelf down to get that book

but thankfully, seungmin is to the rescue!

he’ll smile and wordlessly take the book and hand it down to you

everyday its the same story; there’s a book that you really like, but its too far for you, but slowly you don’t mind because somehow seungmin is always there around at the same time to take that book for you

one day he decides to take initiative, but realizes he’s a coward and can’t do shit

so he’s over the moon when you come and sit next to him

“hey, i’m sorry for the trouble, but uhh i need some help with this assignment…”

and of course he’s there to help you! he’ll clarify where you need him to and explain you better than ever

slowly interactions increase and before you know it, you’re lying on your stomach on his bed with your legs dangling in the air as you two have your noses in a book

you learn more and more about each other, ultimately to the point where you know better about each other than about yourselves

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

initially when you two have just started dating, there would be study dates at the café down your block

but later you two take each other out on weekends, sometimes to the movies, sometimes to the town fair.

ahh but when dates are at the fair… >:)

let’s assume seungmin doesn’t have good experiences with rides

so naturally you will… take him to the rides only mwahaha

“y/n do you not love me? why are you doing this,”

you’re just evil laughing, you sadist

dates for seung-y/n are just sleepovers at each others house

he’s laughing like crazy when you’re messing shit up

“seungmin can you help me i’m stuck in this shirt,”

seungmin: proceeds to laugh for the next ten minutes at your contortionist-self

now unlike changbin, seungmin will not show you off to his friends

he doesn’t like the concept of ‘claiming you’, but he doesn’t like sharing you either.

“hey, isn’t that too revealing for a party?”

“seungmin? its a knee length skirt??”

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

kisses = pecks on the lips / cheeks

you’re simply cooking / studying and he’ll wrap his hands around your waist from behind and rest his head on your shoulder

“what is my y/n doinggg?”

and he’ll kiss your cheek

sometimes leans forward to kiss you on your lips too

but in general kisses are soft

he’ll have a hand on your stomach, one on the back of your neck to rub smooth comforting circles

to be honest your relationship is more like best friends because you’re just always there for each other and can talk about the most stupidest things openly

you: “you know i’ve heard stars are all our forefathers looking down at us,”

seung: “really? i though they were just balls of gas though,”

you: “nah, i don’t think that’s true,”

𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏

I love everything there is to love about you.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

he moved in the same neighbourhood as yours, and since he was the only person around your age (and the only normal one your age), you had to be friends with him

you two meet up every evening at the neighbourhood park, and he doesn’t really mind your company, especially when you bring you little brother with you

“awh, is that your little brother? he’s so cute!”

“yeah, he is; thanks!”

“he looks nothing like you!”

he’s initially very shy to talk to you

but when he realizes how cool your personality is (and how pretty you are🤭)

he’s knocking at your door everyday to take you and your little brother to the park

he always buys you ice cream though, and somehow it’s always the flavour you like

“oh thanks jeo— ah i don’t like this flavour” :(

“don’t worry y/n! i’ll get you another one!”

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

homeboi is very shy

the fact that he’s dating the perfect person for him (!!!) is enough for butterflies and grasshoppers and bees and dinosaurs to fly in his stomach

he gets really fidgety, but he feels a little nervous thinking about the fact that most of the ‘firsts’ in your relationship are celebrated by you; first ‘kiss’ (to which he held your hand home, then went to his house to dolphin scream into his pillows), first ‘date’ (in which you took him out to the beach to watch the sunset and have snacks) and first ‘one month’ (where you took him out to an expensive restaurant, even when he refused a couple billion times)

phew that was a long point

so he decided to celebrate your first ‘out-of-town trip’, where he drove you all the way to a cherry blossom forest

he also took a thousand pictures of you, coming back home to print one of them and safely put it in his wallet

he feels every small moment spent with you so endearing, he finds himself smiling randomly

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

as previously mentioned, your first kiss was initiated by you; you two were walking home from the neighbourhood park like always, and jeongin had carried your brother in his arms, playing with him

you couldn’t stop thinking about how your first kiss would be, and so when he dropped you off to your house, you simply had to kiss him

he puts your brother down, waving him goodbye, and just when he’s about to say his farewells to you, you instantly peck his lips, after which both your eyes were wide is plates

“i-i’m sorry i should've—”

“ah no it’s okay, uh,” he scratches his neck, biting his lip to control his smile

and you simply chuckle at his cuteness, muttering a small ‘bye’ and ‘love you’ before going into your house

and the way his face changes once he’s out of your sight is just— *chef’s kiss*

he’s running home, and when his brothers ask him what happened, he’s just ignoring them and goes to his room to scream and laugh his heart out into the sheets

his family thinks he’s insane by now, but of course! he’s in love!

plus that with the cutest person in the whole world!

a/n; and it’s finally up! it didn’t take me long to write this because the ideas just came flooding in sdfkhsdjk but thank you so much for your feedback for hyung line! also!!! this is the only two fics which do not have a read more cut because I’m using a mobile device for posting these,, sorry🙈

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01. lee minho / 9486 words

fwb!minho, oral (f & m receiving), unprotexted sex, female reader, slight angst and fluff, romance, lots of kissing, mc being kind of a brat, minho being kinda dominant

a/n: ahh, i finally wrote for minho! i hope this is good ;;

the thee bags of sugar you poured into your cup of hot coffee have probably been completely dissolved by now, considering the obsessive way you kept stirring the liquid with your teaspoon and not actually drinking it.

keeping your eyes out the glass window by the coffee booth, you allowed your mind to drift off to a familiarly foreign place as you mindlessly watched the passersby.

your lashes fluttered along with each shift of your eyes, your gaze jumping from one insignificant person to another as you accessed the idea that people are literally everywhere around you—annoying kids, depressed students, tired parents, and the slow folks.

the concept, more than often, flies past you on a daily. therefore, when you sit down and truly acknowledge the number of people you brush past every day, it is quite a staggering fact.

but what’s more bewildering than that, though, was the fact that out of all these people you could meet and think about, the only person who has ever really been on your mind was lee minho—a nice classmate, a good friend, and a few quick fucks.

a few. you heaved a lonesome sigh and replaced it with a bitter huff of laughter.

you wished it was only a few quick fucks. you should have stopped after a few of them and you should have never picked your hand up and sealed his ‘fuck buddy?’ deal with a firm handshake. but you were lonely back then, dry and lonely.

you had wanted love, genuine or not, and minho’s seductive kisses down your body were the closest thing you could get to feeling appreciated, so you made the biggest mistake of agreeing to be friends with benefits with him.

it has been half a year since you two established the relationship; the sex was frequent during the first few weeks, and then the passionate nights started to space out a little until you two spent more time with plans to hang out than to fuck each other.

your immature mind hadn’t been smart enough to fathom the idea of you ever falling in love with somebody like minho, because you knew you weren’t the type to blatantly fall for someone out of your league. it was the kick that got your to seal the contract.

but alas, minho has been more than irresistible the past few months.

he wasn’t just a fuck buddy, he has never been just that from the start of it all. nothing about your new relationship was awkward despite you two being silent classmates for so long until a house party came and messed it all up. and unlike what you expected, he never tried to distance himself to keep that sole status.

he wasn’t aloof, nor did he act like a stranger. minho was a good friend, a good classmate, and a good fuck if you may say so.

he has helped you with your classes numerous times; printing assignments last minute for you in the library because you were too sleepy to do so last night, scanning his thorough notes for you unprompted because he noticed you struggling during class, reading through your materials out of his class time just so he could further explain something to you.

he’s also been the best emotional support you’ve had; he has never complained when you unreasonably snapped at him because of too much stress, he puts up with your constant overthinking and temper tantrums, and he gets you snacks on his own grocery run because he thought you might get some cravings sometime during the day.

and, of course, the sex has never once been dull ever since you met him, but it was in a lot of the little things he does that makes your heart ache the most; it was him always making sure you’re okay, and him constantly giving you praises. how he loves to make eye contact and hold your hands. how he knows exactly when to be soft and when to be hard.

when did he stop being just minho to you, you haven’t the faintest idea. but your feelings for him have changed drastically over these amazing months, and it became your downfall because he has not contacted you for weeks.

just complete radio silence, nothing, gone.

“i’m telling you he likes you, okay?”

you rolled your eyes as you snapped out of your trance. turning your head to look at jisung, you pursed your lips and shrugged in bland disbelief. “shut up.“

“no, you shut up and listen to me,” he leaned forward on his seat, his eyes glaring because he was sick and tired of being ignored by both of his friends. but now he’s got a fifty-fifty chance of being a matchmaker, so he planned to go all out. “i have known minho for as long as my fat baby legs can waddle to the sandbox in the park, okay. and not once have i seen him run away like this.”

“this, this thing that he is doing?” his finger excitedly jammed against the surface of the table as he stared at you pointedly, emphasizing his words with each jut of his jaw. “this is serious, and what serious thing can he be afraid of?“

you waited for him to speak, but the silence he purposefully left out was urging to be filled in. you looked away, baffled, and you scrambled your mind to think of something to say.

“i don’t know? faili–“

“wrong!”

“a dise–“

“terrible answer!”

“ma–“

“zero points for yo–ow!”

“knock it off, jisung!” you scolded with annoyance after you flicked his forehead with your fingers, shoving his head back to the cushion of the booth seat. “i know what you want me to say… i just won’t say it.”

“he loves you, (name),” jisung said, hiding every bit of uncertainty behind his persuasive facade—his presentation face, as he calls it. “i really think he does.”

and he wasn’t lying. jisung gave the situation a fair share of analyzing, and he concluded with the fact that minho might just have fallen in love with you. because one thing he knew about minho was that while he is kind, he is not nice.

there is a distinctive difference; kindness is selective, it is earned, it is given by choice. nice is blind, it is a mindless thought, a moral conscious.

anything that goes between minho and his goal, or his dignity, or some dramatic factors as such, minho will not hesitate to lash out. he is kind, not nice.

and you—you’ve been plucking the kindness out of him like he was a river that could never run dry.

disrupting his study schedule to tutor you? ditching his long-term friends to keep you company? apologizing first and being the bigger person in petty arguments?

minho was good to you when he didn’t have to, and he still was kind to you when he didn’t want to. he wanted to keep you happy, he gets the thrill of being able to take care of you, and you can feel comfortable around him.

jisung would even go so far to say minho was head over heels for you now, with his heart bleeding dry for your sake. and he’s running away from it because the concept, the feeling was foreign to him.

“just go to his house, find him. he probably misses you like crazy,” he urged tentatively. “talk it out, or fuck it out if that’s what you guys are used to.”

“do you think it’s that easy? like i can just go up to his home and kiss him?“ you asked, exasperated that jisung didn’t seem to understand the limitation of your tolerance for humiliation and appearing desperate to other people.

“sure, why not! i’d totally do that if i were you!” he boasted, clapping his fist to his chest as he huffed through his nose. “it’s not like he isn’t jerking off to the thought of you anyway! it’s either that or he’s crying himself to sleep at night!”

“that’s…” your voice awkwardly trailed off.

“too much?”

“no, no, just…” you hummed with a slight shake of your head, unable to break through his innocent gaze and not sure how to tell him you missed seeing minho in his naked glory. so instead, you chose to back down. “nothing.”

you blinked, still processing his previous words in your head as you finally brought your coffee up to your mouth to take a short sip.

the sugary taste was barely seeping into the bitterness of your coffee, the last three bags of sugar you added having done nothing to help you savor the taste. and you thought about how minho would probably switch his drink with you or offer to order you a new one if he was here.

jisung watched as you put down your cup and reached for another bag of sugar. he laughed, shifting his legs and leaning against the back of the booth. “the sugar is bad for you.”

“i know,” you muttered as you shook the bag and let the content spill all over your drink.

jisung watched with nonchalance as you picked up your metal spoon and started stirring your coffee again. and he didn’t say a single word.

minho pushed his glasses perched upon the bridge of his nose, and he continued with his note-taking as his eyes focused on the massive text displayed on his laptop screen.

it was all he has done this day. right after morning classes, he headed out for lunch by himself and simply went home. he tried to ignore the stubborn unfamiliarity of spending most of his time alone, hoping the ghost of your voice would eventually stop haunting his heavy steps into the local boba shop, or even just to the edge of his bed when he decided to take a short nap.

he woke up alone, dazed and annoyed. but he was mostly tired; tired of being alone when he knew you were a call away, tired of drowning in chosen solidarity because he wasn’t brave enough to confront his feelings, tired of being scared that you wouldn’t return the affection his heart discreetly held for you.

it was very unlike him, and the change was frustrating. minho never thought himself to succumb to romance yet here he was, making bad decisions and pushing you away when all he wanted was to hold your body close.

the uneven grip on his pen caused him a sudden scrape across the lined-paper. he glanced down the rogue tweak of the letter 'r’ and he clicked his tongue. dropping the pen, he rummaged through his crowded pencil case for a white-out, just in time as the doorbell to his apartment rang.

he furrowed his brows as he perked up, his head turning to look behind his shoulder at the door. discarding the matter at hand, he stood up and made his way to the front door, where he sung the door open and immediately revealed you standing before him.

“hi,” you breathed out when you met eyes with him, your gaze hardening slightly in sudden timidity.

minho gave you a quick scan before he nodded. he, too, feeling rather awkward at what felt like a confrontation to him. “hey.“

“can i come in, or are you going to keep shutting me out?” you laughed meekly, pointing into his apartment and letting your eyes move away from him briefly before returning to his face. “i’m already here anyway, you might as well.”

“i… yeah, sure, come in,” he said, taking a step aside as he opened the door for you. he watched you head inside, kicking your shoes off and shoving them to the side. he eyed the plastic cup in your hand, and he attempted to make light conversation out of it. “you got coffee?”

“oh, yeah. i was hanging out with jisung just then,” you said, turning to face him. you stuck your hand out, giving him the cup. “do you wanna try some?”

“no, i’m good.” he waved his hand.

you looked at him, a faint pout forming on your face before you shrugged and brought the straw up to your mouth. “okay then, it’s probably better for you anyway,” you sipped the coffee, “i dumped like… six bags of sugar in it.”

the change of facial expressions on his face was priceless. he went from processing your words in confusion, then his eyes widened in surprise, and at last his brows furrowed in dismay that you were still sipping the drink like you didn’t just turn it into a liquefied candy cane.

“okay, no, i’m confiscating it,” he said after allowing you a few more obnoxious sip. he grabbed the cup away from you and held it out of your reach, ignoring your continuous protest. “do you know how unhealthy that is?”

“yes, but it’s sweet!“ you complained.

“it’s sweet until you get type-two diabetes.” He rolled his eyes, turning around and heading over to the fridge located in the open area where the kitchen was. “especially when you don’t just drink one cup of coffee every other week, you drink it several times a week, which can toll up to a lot of sugar intake and i am not about to let you run around self-sabotaging your health–”

he stopped talking when he turned away from the fridge and immediately saw you standing before him. the proximity of your faces was a little too close for his liking—not his subconscious, just his stubbornness—and he didn’t know what to do when he was confronted with it so abruptly.

he hasn’t seen you in some time, which gave him no opportunity to create such intimacy. and even though he had missed being able to feel comfortable with you being close, he suddenly didn’t know what to do. he would love to keep his emotions in check, and he would love to not spill secrets he had no intention to tell.

you glanced down to his lips and automatically huffed. jisung’s words flew back into your mind then, telling you to just kiss him now that you’ve made a mistake of stepping into his personal bubble. it wasn’t like minho was actively pushing you out anyway. you could just try, and if it doesn’t work out in your favor, you could just play it off.

a gasp left his chest when you suddenly leaned in and kissed him. your hands went up to cup his jaw, bringing him closer to you when you felt him starting to reciprocate the kiss. you have longed to do this for so long, sometimes it felt like you’d forget the way his lips feel if you go without it for one more day.

the nervousness within was slowly started to vanish, but part of your brain registered how minho wasn’t kissing you with the same vigor he used to whenever you two share a kiss. it felt out of place to feel his mouth move so slowly against your own, and it was not in a harmonious way.

his lips slacked against yours because his brain wasn’t functioning well. minho has missed you more than ever and this—this was practically a dream come true! he was finally kissing you again, and he wanted nothing more than to keep going, to put roam his hands all over you again.

but he couldn’t. he couldn’t allow himself more depths to fall for you, he couldn’t keep digging his own grave with uncertainty and doubt.

he would rather guarantee he can still be friends with you after sorting out his feelings, than risk you not returning his affection and jeopardizing your comfortable relationship.

“w–wait, (name)–stop–” he pulled away from you, taking in a breath of fresh air when his lips detached from yours. the air was eerily cold, he didn’t like it at all.

your hands dropped from his face, your heart sinking to your stomach the same way. that was enough indication—him pushing you off pretty much told you everything you needed to know about how he felt, and god, you felt so conflicted at the discovery.

you were mad at yourself for letting him allow so much control over you. the sheer anger that bubbled in your chest when you felt tears brimming at the back of your eyes was immeasurable. you warned yourself about this, you warned yourself about him, yet you still fell. and now you felt weak and hopeless because he didn’t love you back.

you also felt wronged somehow. the fact that minho has been such a kind friend to you has given you the false assumption that he would at least give you an explanation. if he didn’t want to keep the sexual relationship, he should have just been truthful to you instead of trying to ghost you for weeks and leaving you to your lonely thoughts.

but you wouldn’t have cared if you didn’t like him. him ignoring you wouldn’t have been a problem if you didn’t fall for him.

“what is your fucking problem, minho?” you asked, your anger boiling up. but despite that, your voice was more leveled than ever, as if you were exhausted. it was all being suppressed in your chest, burning and rotting away.

you smiled at him a little, the forced kind of smile, and you sarcastically laughed when you spoke, “if you got bored of me, you could have just said so.”

minho opened his mouth, surprised. but the light glimmer behind your eyes created a new kind of chaos in his head. he has seen you cry before, and this time it was all him.

“i–no, that wasn’t the problem, i just–”

“did i do something then? are you mad at me, or something like that?“ you cut him off with a scoff, shaking your head slightly as you frowned at him. “because you left me alone for weeks. you were a terrible friend to me, and i had no idea if it was me or you.”

“i’m not bored of you, (name). neither am i mad at you,” he replied quickly, sighing as he looked at you with softened eyes. “it's—something personal happened, nothing was your fault.”

you pursed your lips together, feeling slightly less agitated as your questions slowly got resolved one by one. “what is it, then? what happened to you?“

“i…” i fell in love with you.

you waited for seconds for him to talk but all minho could do was look down at the floor, fearing for what would happen to you and him if he ever told the truth. a sigh left your lips at his silence, disappointed that he couldn’t give you a proper answer.

“fine, don’t tell me,” you said, turning around to leave the kitchen area.

“hey, wait, where are you going?” he followed suit, panic flooding into his eyes.

“away from you,” you muttered as you put on your shoes. “don’t worry about seeing me again, i won’t bother you anymore.”

minho hasn’t realized he was unintentionally ruining the relationship until this point. in his attempt to keep his feelings secured and hidden, all to prevent the breakage of your friendship, he failed to notice the damage all the avoiding did to it.

now you were planning to leave him forever, to walk out and completely cut him out of your life. and oh, he was scared. he could not bear to never seeing you again, or even just to stomach the thought of you hating him because of his stupidity.

“wait, no, hold on–” he grabbed ahold of your hand when you grabbed the doorknob. before you could fling him away, he turned you around to face him and, impulsively, grabbed your face to crash his lips against yours.

yes, crash. with the amount of force he was using, the word crash would deem fit. you tried to push him away from you, but your little fists were futile to his broad chest, and soon enough he had you weak at the weeks with the exasperating way he was kissing you.

you could taste this one, his emotions were vivid at the tip of his tongue as he finally learned to surrender himself into you. he was desperate, he was lustful, he was burning at the tips of his skin just to kiss you like there is nothing else he could mean more than this exact moment.

when he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. it was intimidating and confrontational, everything he thought he couldn’t handle now being pierced through his action so he could prove a point.

“i didn’t…” he shook his head. “i’m so sorry for ignoring you, i did it because i… i didn’t want to ruin our friendship… because i realize i won’t be able to fall out of love with you if we keep being friends, if we keep sleeping together.”

that took such a drastic turn. you never thought things would turn out this way for you, but here minho was, looking so deeply into your eyes and telling you he avoided you because he was scared his love would ruin your friendship. what a damned miracle!

“you… you coward, stupid, dumb, annoying–” you lightly punched him across the chest, feeling such staggering relief that you felt like crying. “you didn’t even give me a fighting chance, you just assumed i won’t like you back.”

“i know, i’m sorry.”

“you didn’t even try to drop hints, how was i suppose to let you know i love you back?”

“i know, baby girl, i’m sorry.”

the shock within him vanished quickly. he didn’t have the time to express his delight the way he would want to. you were standing before him in all your glory—beautiful, genuine, emotional.

and he wanted you with him in a way that was much closer than this.

nudging his nose against yours, minho let his lips meet yours at a slower pace this time. he was gentle with you, his arms holding at the side of your waist to pull you closer as you two kissed.

your hands flew to circle his neck as you stumbled out of your untied shoes and into his chest. minho let himself linger on your lips for a while before he started to trail his kisses down your jaw.

your neck was a territory he has marked many times before, and he never fails to make sure he adds something new every time his lips touch the skin. his teeth grazed past your neck before he met at the crook of it, and he obnoxiously sucked a dark bruise on your skin just so you would whimper in surprise.

sigh—how he missed that whimsical little sound. it was always so heavenly to hear, even when the action that caused it was more than devilish.

he marked his way back up to your lips when his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. he slipped his hand under it, his palm touching your bare skin for a brief second before he retreated them to clutch at the fabric of your shirt.

“can i take your shirt off, baby?” he mumbled into your mouth, his hand already raising slightly in anticipation.

you nodded, raising your arms as he complied and pulled your shirt up. you two broke apart to allow it to go through before leaning back toward each again. minho discarded your shirt off to the ground, his hands couldn’t wait to finally meet with your torso.

he kissed you fervently, his fingers holding the same amount of enthusiasm as they glided past the small curve of your waist. up and down, a faint squeeze to hold you in place, and then he pushed you forward so your back hit the door.

putting a hand between the back of your head and the hard surface, minho reluctantly pulled away from you, this time with no intention to dive back to your lips again because of all the other access to your body you’ve given him.

he breathed heavily, his voice growing raspy. “i’m gonna make it up to you.”

“i expect you to,” you replied boldly, causing him to raise his brow.

that was not something you would otherwise say in a situation like this. minho would have put you in your place if you ever attempted to give him an attitude. but he planned to let it slide this time, after all, he did hurt your feelings and he was at fault here.

“good.” was all he said before he started to move down your body.

his lips met at your collarbones, then to your chest where he skipped over your bra and went straight down to your stomach. he planted light kisses all over your skin, his tongue occasionally swiping across to wet up your body a little more.

he was kneeling before you by the time his hands met the waist of your pants, and he looked up with brows raising teasingly at you as his hands circled to the front. his fingers carefully popped open the button before they hooked through the belt loops and slowly pulled them down to your ankle.

your knees trembled at the touch of his hands, gliding up and down the back of your thighs and ever so slightly tugging you toward him. your breath hitched in your throat when he leaned up to kiss your clothed core, the sudden touch sending a surprise jolt across your mind.

foreign but familiar—it just came too sudden. you hadn’t realized this was actually happening until your panties were dragged past your thighs, the cold air a stinging proof that you’re with minho right now, and his lips were getting dangerously close to where you’ve been aching to have him these past weeks.

his hands curled around your legs, gripping your flesh firmly to keep them apart as he liked it. he moved up your inner-thighs. he continued to send tingly sensations all over your body until he stopped for a second, as if waiting for a dramatic effect, for a lingering thought to vanish before he latched his lips to your pussy.

his tongue darted out to lick between your folds, feeling the wetness gathering at your entrance upon the pleasuring stimulation. your moan went straight into ears, lighting up the delight inside him, and he continued to lather himself all over your cunt, wasting no time to poke his tongue in and out of you rhythmically.

you grabbed a messy chunk of his hair, pulling at it as you desperately tried to rust against his face, taunting him to shove his tongue deeper inside your heat. the position made your legs feel sore, and the mere attempt to grind down on him was just difficult, but you could take none of those into mind that when his mouth mercilessly sucked at your clit until it was red and swollen.

he was luxuriating himself in you—in your taste, in your voice, in your movement. your essence dripping past his tongue in a slurpy motion, your walls clenching at the digits he had graciously slipped into your heat, and ecstasy took your voice up into a milky whine when his teeth barely grazed past your clit as he sucked at you.

the heat in your chest expanded and engulfed itself all over your body. without yourself even realizing, your legs have moved apart to give minho more access to touch you even more.

“fuck, minho, please!” you exclaimed, your head hitting against the door.

ahh, you still know how to beg. perhaps not as profusely as he would have wanted you to but you were polite nonetheless. not to mention, your fingers scratching through his soft locks was enough indication that he was doing a splendid job. and he couldn’t wait to hear more of you, to feel more of you.

moving his face down to your heat, he drove his tongue inside you once again while his thumb went to press circles on your throbbing clit. you let out a choked moan, the sudden change of stimulation a very pleasant surprise, and he has your climax pinned at his mouth in no time.

gathering up your juices into his mouth, minho finally pulled away from you and stood up. he didn’t bother to wipe your essence off his lips, he just went straight for your mouth as he pressed his lips against yours. and you were in too big of a haze to distinguish the taste of yourself and his saliva, still trying to come down from the orgasm you’ve missed having from him.

minho brought his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb carefully as he contemplated his next move. perhaps he was putting a little pressure on himself to make sure this encounter would be perfect, because he thought it somehow needed to be after hurting your feelings.

but part of him also ached for a good fuck after so long. not just with anybody but with you. the scorching desire in his chest would ultimately fuel his instincts today, and maybe he’d not be able to keep his cool when he could finally be inside you.

just the thought of it made his insides burst. he should have never distanced himself from you. it was such a stupid idea.

“up,” minho commanded as he leaned down to tug at your thighs. and you listened to him, jumping up so he could catch you around his waist, your arms going around his neck as your lips moved past his face to run freely down his neck.

you were enjoying the feeling of his skin, kissing him all over in ways you wished you had been able to. your teeth bit down harder when you heard his tiny giggle at your almost amateur attempt on leaving him a hickey, a frown appearing on your face at the fact that he wasn’t taking you seriously.

he brought both of you over to the couch and he dropped you down on the surface, his body quickly hovering over yours as he got onto the couch as well. you looked up at him, your eyes smiling funnily in a way that made him pause his movement.

this was supposed to be a heated moment, yet somehow a single quirk of your lips was able to make his walls crumble.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, pinching your waist and causing you to squeal at the itch.

“nothing! it’s just…” you reached down for his hand and brought it up to your face, kissing his rough knuckles as you smiled at him. “i’ve missed you, that’s all.”

minho wavered, the glint behind his eyes dimming with a sense of being completely enamored. at the way your lips would smile, at the way your gaze held all of him, even just at how your smaller hand gripped his own. he was so infatuated, he could see no end to it.

“i’m sorry for suddenly leaving you,” he said, leaning down by dropping onto his forearm. your fingers still clung into his palm when he moved it up to your chin, his thumb tracing the tip of it before it moved up to your lips. “i promise i won’t do it again.”

his thumb traced your lower lip, a movement so sensual that you couldn’t think about much of anything else. just the mere fact that you got him back, and that he too has fallen in love with you, was enough to make you drop every ounce of your sanity.

you felt like you’ve got all you need already.

“kiss me, minho,” you pleaded quietly, opening your mouth more so his thumb would shift across your teeth.

he felt your legs move underneath his body, pressing together in a squirm. and he knew you wanted him between them, he knew you were waiting for him to pull them apart instead of doing it on your own. because everything needs to be done by his hands, that has always been the way you two worked, and you would obey him with ease.

flashes of your naked body came before his face. flashes he imagined when he was alone at night, trying miserably to replace you with a toy, or sometimes even himself. his lids dropped as he shifted to look down at your body, soft and awaiting his instructions, and he lightly growled to himself.

impatience suddenly took over him then, the previous moment gone in a blink of an eye. he leaned down to capture your lips, his hands going to your knees to spread them apart so he could place himself right in the middle.

you complied with him, kissing him back and tugging at his shirt as a signal that you wanted it off his body. minho huffed through his nose, slightly annoyed that he has to break away from you but he quickly yanked the collar of the shirt and pulled it over his head.

the flex of his arms was visible as he did so, and your eyes widened shyly without looking away. god, you’ve always loved the way he was built—just muscular enough to ogle at and not too much that they become uncomfortably distracting.

having second thoughts after seeing his toned chest, you decided to sit up from your spot and pushed your hands against him. minho frowned at you, his voice silent but his head-tilt asking a thousand questions. he was going to kiss you, why have you stopped him!

you grinned as you pushed him back, using your body weight to make him fall to the other side of the couch until he was under you this time. you laid on top of him, your small frame trapped between his legs as your head right at the crook of his neck.

minho was about to verbally ask you for your intention, but his eyes rolled up into a close when you kissed his neck. your hands roamed across his chest, your nails dragging ghostly against his skin in an unrecognized pattern as you peppered your kisses and kitten licks all over him.

he sighed in content, feeling your lips on every inch of his body, hot and loving. and he loved being treated this way, like he was being worshipped, like he was a god and you some mere peasant who had to rely on him for a living.

“(name),” he said, his voice sharp as he opened his eyes.

you perked up at him from the waist of his pants, your hands teasingly located near the middle. they had been scattered all over his abdomen, touch here and rubbing there, but never once did they meet at the middle where the obvious bulge of his pants was.

looking at his unsatisfied expression, you could only feel a sense of amusement as you pouted. your lashes fluttered up at him as you scooted back a little for better access. your smile was unfading when you leaned the lower side of your cheek right on top of his clothed member.

“what?” you asked, your smile widening at the hiss he let out.

“stop teasing me,” he said.

“hmm…” you pursed your lips, your finger dragging past his thigh to your face, then you palmed down on the shape of his member. “but it’s so fun.”

for someone with a waterfall dripping past your lips, you sure could find some time to be bratty like this.

rolling his eyes, his tongue poked at his inner-cheek as he turned away for a brief moment. when he looked at you again, his gaze was less hooded than it was amused. but it wasn’t your kind of amused. it wasn’t playful but degrading, the glimmer of it making you shiver.

“you want to say that again, baby?” he asked, his hand moving down to your head. he gently ran his fingers through your hair before he tugged at your scalp, his action light but not without harshness in it.

you whimpered under your breath, your brows furrowing helplessly as your head tilted to the side. “no.”

“good girl.” he released your hair then, gesturing toward himself. he nodded at you, smirking, “keep going.”

you didn’t mess around this time. your hand reached to the rubber waistband and easily pulled his sweats down to his thighs. you scooted your body up, your mouth salivating at the mere sight of his clothed member. you quickly tugged down his boxers, letting his cock spring out before you carefully grabbed its base.

minho sucked in a deep breath at your touch, your small hand covering around the base of his shaft. he closed his eyes with a blissful sigh when your lips finally touched his tip, giving him a little kiss before pressing them against him to dart your tongue over his slit.

licking past his red tip, you trailed your tongue over his shaft once before you went back up to his tip. then you finally took him in your mouth, your head bobbing up and down at regular speed as your hand rubbed the uncovered area.

minho groaned, his hand quickly flying down to your head. he let it lay there, only wanting something for him to hold onto as you sucked him off. great pleasure released from his abdomen, spreading all across his body as you hollowed your cheeks and licked him up as your head moved.

he opened his eyes to look down at you. for a second, you were focused on keeping him in your mouth, but you seemed to have felt his eyes on you so you glanced up at him.

he cursed at your wide-eyed, innocent—well, as innocent as you could look with his dick in your mouth, at least—expression then. his chest doing a flip as you slowly dragged your lips up to his tip to add stimulation to it, the smooching sounds you let out deafening to his ears.

there was something about your facade. it was the way he knew you were just putting up a naive front to rile him up, looking as pure as possible as your lips printed a smile on the top of his shaft, your tongue still poking out to lick him irregularly as if you get to be in control here.

(and, yes, to a certain level you do have control. to a maximum level, you have his utmost attention and all of his heart.)

holding onto the base of his cock, you tilted your head to the side and squinted your eyes mischievously at him. dragging the side of his tip against your cheek slowly, you let out a lewd hum, something like a relieved moan but it didn’t lack a tinge of questioning noise in it, and you watched him as if waiting for his patience to crack, waiting for his tough walls to fall beneath your feet.

he was falling. his face didn’t much show it, and either did his muscles tense under your body weight. but minho was completely surrendered to you; how could he not? you’re such a pretty thing, your warm mouth feeling heavenly as they moved up and down his shaft in an agonizingly slow pace.

his breathing was elevated now, he could feel his chest suffocating with deep arousal, and he wanted nothing more to have your walls wrapped around him now. forget your lips, he needed the tightness around him.

“okay, no,” minho spoke after a moment of thought. he attempted to sit up, his hands moving out to grab at your elbows. “you, get up, now.”

you listened to him, sitting up from your spot while he pulled at your arm. you followed his lead, letting him bring you onto his lap where you heat met with his hardened member. The confusion that once lingered in your head immediately faded away when you felt his girth snug between your folds, a whimper leaving your lips excitedly as you grind down on his member, wanting more friction out of a mere touch.

minho huffed, a tingly sensation fixated at his abdomen. his movements were beginning to get hasty but he has a general direction of what he wanted to do. he wanted you, that was all he knew. and with you sitting prettily on top of him, his mind knew exactly what he had to do despite the pitter-pattering of his heart.

although clumsy, he was precise when he gabbed you by your waist and hoisted you up with your help. he moved his hand down to hold up his dick, angling it right at your entrance before he glanced up at you through his tousled hair.

his eyes were striking, dazzling you as he waited for permission to handle you. you weren’t able to say much, a knot present at the back of your throat that could only be released when you could finally feel full again, full of him. so instead of talking, you brought your hands to your sides where his laid, and you lightly spread your knees further apart to drop onto his cock.

minho moaned lowly, feeling the warmth of your entrance as his tip got lathered up with your essence. he took that as a green light, and with a tightened grip on your skin, he guided you to sink on his length by pushing your body lower and lower until you were sat with him stuck within your walls.

your eyes shut when you felt his stretch, opening you up so deliciously that you needed a moment to breathe. you took all of him in you, his length a pleasantly erotic sensation inside your cunt that even a small scratch of friction could get your head all fuzzed up in a dream.

you felt full, oh so very full, in the most delightful way possible. you felt like smiling when you adoringly looked at him, because you loved him so and you didn’t think you could get this back again. your walls unconsciously clenched around him when you felt like shifting your position a little, and the little breathy sounds he let out a kind of music you adored.

he stared back at you after the sudden commotion and his heart melted. your faint smile was an undeserved treasure you somehow decided to grant him on a daily, and the fact that you always made him feel so snug and good, both chastely and sexually, was nothing short of a miracle.

his hand slipped from your waist to lace through yours, holding you softly as lust blossomed in his eyes.

it has always been the two of you who could make each other feel this way. the thrill of first love, the nostalgia of being intimate, the fear of losing one another—no wonder you two fell in love, it was a match made in heaven.

he brought you down to kiss him, and your arms instinctively flew around his neck. you allowed him a second of solace before pulling away just enough to speak, your voice small with praise. “fuck, you feel so good.”

he laughed, biting at your jaw where his face got draped over by the falling of your hair. “good, but i’m about to feel even better,” he whispered before reattaching his lips to yours. between the tangled lips, you could hear a needy whine sounding from the back of his threat, and you giggled into his mouth. he wanted you to move.

you carefully brought yourself up, your walls scraping past his cock in the process and catching up a burn. then, slowly but still at a non-torturous pace, you lowered yourself back down on him. you kept up with the speed, going up and down on his lap and moaning with every new stretch of your walls.

minho’s hands slipped from yours to caress all over your body, touching you gingerly as if you were his pretty porcelain doll. when his hands met your chest, he gave a small frown at the bra that was still attached to your body, and he quickly unhooked it to expose you completely.

your thighs stuttered when you felt him clamp his palm over your breast, the sudden jolt of pleasure hitting your head. his hands moved to cup your side, his thumbs reaching to press against your nipples and twirling circles with it. then he leaned forward to take your perky bud into his mouth after kissing around the bouncy area, licking your milky smooth skin before his tongue swiped across your nipple.

he kissed across your chest, his lips unable to remove from your skin as you relentlessly moved up and down on him. the plethora of pleasure, the immeasurable amount of enjoyment manifesting into this electrifying sensation all across your veins. it was all from the way minho felt so good inside you, and the passionate touch of his mouth on your everywhere.

“ahh–min–” you hugged him close with a sudden scream, only able to utter his name halfway. the jolt had knocked the air out of your lungs when his cock brushed against your sweet spot, making your knees buckle weakly and your movement halting to a messy rhythm.

minho raised a brow, feeling playful upon seeing your drastic reaction. he pulled away from your face, his eyes searching for your face. “hmm? min–what?”

you furrowed your brows then, a blush escaping to your cheeks at his seductive voice. as you struggled to keep up with the thrusts, you pursed your lips together and flashed minho a soft grimace before you squeezed your eyes shut again at the sensation. you didn’t plan on finishing your cut off sentence and you just wanted to keep hitting the sweet spot over and over again, because god, it made you feel so, so good.

but minho wanted otherwise. unfortunately, he has the upper hand here. he wasn’t the one who’s been moving rigorously the past minutes, he still got lots of stamina stored up for him to hold you in place. you whined when he did, his hands pushing down on your hips to prevent you from sliding up his dick.

you looked at him, your eyes wide as sweat glistened on your forehead, sticking the hair to your pretty skin. the arousal was dripping inside you, aching to be moved around, longing to be penetrated.

hoping to gain an ounce of sympathy, you pouted with a slump of your shoulders and pleaded, “minho, please.”

“hmm,” he squinted his eyes, lightly snapping his hips deeper into you. “please…? please what, baby.”

you clenched your fists, feeling the annoying pain of his slow, slow thrusts. part of you wanted to see how long he could keep up with this, this burningly slow pace. but hellish ache at your pussy overshadowed your tendency to be bratty and childish. all you wanted was to feel the pleasure again, so you begged as he wanted you to.

“please fuck me, minho,” you asked, desperation pumping out of your mouth like gold, “please fuck me–your cock feels good, i–i want more!”

minho laughed lowly, the moany sound hiding under the edge of his voice when he saw how you struggled to speak. the heat on your cheeks adding to the overall flair of his sight, your bare appearance the greatest art he’s ever laid his eyes on. and your words made him soar off the moon, you needy little thing! you’d break yourself with embarrassment to keep feeling the euphoric feeling only he could make you feel, wouldn’t you?

how pathetically adorable. maybe he should help you out a little, the moment a silent fulfillment to his own desire to pound himself quicker into you.

he gripped your hips tighter by digging his nails into your skin and he helped you up on his length. he waited for a moment before he forced your fragile body down on his cock, earning a chocked strangled whimper from you. he continued in a regular rhythm. occasionally, he would push his hips up to meet with your pussy, adding to the strength of the pound and making your moan louder with the strike.

you let loose of your muscles when you felt that you’ve lost the control, and you pressed yourself closer to him in hopes to regain the previous position. the magnified gratification came unknowingly like a ghost, his dick finally able to find your g-spot again, and this time stayed haunting you with every slick thrust.

as your pussy started to salivate more with each snap of your hips, the squelching noise was also becoming harder to ignore. it mixed in with your heavy breaths, the sound of sex reverberating around you both, and you could feel your orgasm approaching inch by inch, threatening your release.

minho was watching you carefully, his eyes fixated on your face as he observed every little movement. your jaw hung open at the constant moaning, your eyes barely able to open clearly because of the overwhelming sensation—everything about you made him feel confident, possibly even narcissistic at some point.

but he really enjoyed the fact that you succumb to him so easily, and you shamelessly showed it through your body without even knowing.

he wondered if you knew you were clenching incredibly tightly around his cock. it didn’t seem to be a conscious action, considering how you could barely string a coherent sentence together. judging by that, though, minho knew your climax was approaching close, and he planned to get you to it with as much care as possible.

pulling you off him suddenly, he sat up quickly and pushed you on your back. he hovered over your body, only laying on top of you after he re-inserted himself inside of you. your legs went around his hips, bringing him closer by the back while he leaned his head down to briefly kiss your neck.

“hey,” he smiled, his hand caressing through your hair as he looked down at you with soft eyes.

you raised your brows at him, silent breathes huffing in and out of your nose as he started to thrust into you again. you touched his face, squeezing his cheeks with a smile. “what?”

minho was right. he does feel closer to you like this.

his eyes shifted down to your lips and back up into your eyes. affection engulfed him quickly, it does every time he stares into your eyes. he gets reminded of the way he fell in love with you again and again whenever he does.

and he never minded the constant reminder. he enjoyed the process. it was a lot of emotional talks, playful banter, and a lot of good sex. all of which he felt like he could have with you for the rest of his life, he wanted to have with you for the remaining of his stupid lifetime.

he unconsciously pounded deeper into you then, his mind wanting you to feel all of him to the rawest sense. you moaned at the sudden change of force but you welcomed it by opening your legs a little more for him.

your toes were curling after a few more hard thrusts, your stomach churning impossibly at the way his cock felt sliding in and out of you. when you felt the tightening feeling in your chest, you looked up at minho and grabbed his hand, huffing out hastily, “min–minho, i’m close.”

“i know,” he hummed loving at you, picking up his pace to bring you over the edge.

you arched your back at the feeling, a silent scream leaving your mouth. he pinned your hands to the side of your head, his hands hugging your small ones, and when your head moved back down to face him, he wasted no time to put his lips on yours again.

god, it was like he literally cannot keep himself off you.

your mind was getting foggy. you weren’t sure whether it was from the passionately way he kissed or from the burn between your legs, but you felt like you couldn’t quite process anything clearly anymore. well, anything except for one thing.

when minho pulled away, he kept himself close. his lips were grazing against yours but he wasn’t close enough to kiss you. and you could feel his lips move against yours ghostly when he whispered, “i love you.”

you processed that one. the words hit you really strongly too, your heart practically sunk up to your throat at them. you wanted to say it back, you planned to say it back, but you only sucked in a strong breath when minho rammed against the sweet spot in you. your eyes rolled back at the unprecedented attack and your back lifted off the couch once again.

“oh fuck–minho, please, please–ahh!”

he continued with a few more harsh thrusts before you released around his cock with a whine, your hands tightening around his at the pleasure. he had his head buried at the crook of your neck, his hips continued to move as he drowned himself in the scent of your body. he was chasing his own high now, his cock twitching inside your warm hold as he pounded into you.

your walls slurped him up, tightening around him to add stimulation. and when he felt like he was about to come undone, he quickly pulled out of you and sat up. his hand moved to his cock, quickly pumping along his length as his eyes trained on your sweaty, delicate body.

you looked at him before slowly sitting up, you went on all fours and crawled closer to him before positioning your face before his cock. minho shakily breathed out a sigh when you nudged your face against his tip, then you stopped at your opened mouth, waiting for him to pour himself over your tongue.

“ugh, you’re gonna swallow me, baby girl?” he hissed out, and he bit his lower lip when you nodded, widening your eyes naively at him.

he groaned, his abdomen tightening at the mere sight of you, hot cum sprouting out of his slit and landing on your stuck-out tongue. you held your breath, feeling the liquid dripping past your tongue before taking it back into your mouth and rolling it around. when you looked back up at minho, you grinned a little and stuck your tongue out at him.

his lips twitted at the sticky substance lingered on the tip, little lines stretching from your lips to your tongue. fuck, you filthy thing! how dare you make his heart all disheveled and gone.

“fuck, you’re so hot,” he muttered under his breath as you sat back on your heels.

you laughed, wiping your mouth and swallowing the last of him. “thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.”

he rolled his eyes then, the corner of his lips turning up into a graceful smile. he tackled you to the couch then, your hot body pressed against yours, but the atmosphere was more romantically chaste than sexual this time. you two were just two lovers naked in each others’ arms, putting complete and utter faith in each other that you would be held safe.

you two went quiet, basking in the silence. but you could hear him, his heart and his skin, pumping and brushing along yours.

would you have thought of this months ago when you first met minho? no. you have dreamt of it, but you never thought it could be true. and the dream was shattered when he suddenly decided to ghost you weeks ago.

but it didn’t matter now. you were here with him, he was holding you tightly like it was the only thing he knew to do.

“i meant to say it back,” you broke the silence first, “i love you too.”

despite knowing the answer already, minho still breathed out a sigh of relief anyway. he pressed a kiss to your head, his eyes closing calmly as he nodded. “i know.”

you smiled. minho has been a lot of things—a nice classmate, a good friend, and a few quick fucks. but you never indulged in the idea of you and him together. the idea that minho could be you and him together, that he could be a partner, a boyfriend.

the idea that minho could be an ‘us.’

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