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About that last reblog I agree 10000% but I can’t help but feel frustrated bc not even just woc, but poc in general have been saying this shit for YEARS and it’s just now that’s impacting yt women that ppl care and making posts spelling it out as if it’s some profound knowledge or conspiracy theory that they had to work hard to connect 💀
#maybe I’m just being a hater#I’m prolly just being a hater#but like. yeah. the prison system is built in racism and actively takes the rights of those imprisoned#we knew this since immediate post slavery#where they literally said no more slavery unless ur in jail#and yeah. the Justice system and prison system go hand in hand to create these situations where minorities are imprisoned at a higher rate#we knew this since immediate post slavery.#where they made laws about where black people could fucking stand.#like I’m glad ppl are getting with the program and all#but ur late as fuck and it doesn’t feel like ur gonna catch up till they screw you over again#and by that team we’ll be fucked twice#like in conclusion#thanks but it would’ve been nice if you listened when we said it#and don’t get me wrong like I understand not knowing everything all the time#but like. the prison system is bad should not have been something you learned in 2023 bc of a tweet about abortion im sorry#like for that to happen you’re either real young or just. ignored everything happening in 2020#with BLM#and I’m using BLM as a starting point bc I genuinely saw how many of y’all were like. shocked at what native and blk ppl specifically go-#-through so despite the thought that it was nothing new I see it as a net positive#but if you were over 20 then and just had the realization that the prison system sucks now?#where have you been the last 3 years 😭#I think I’m just in a bad mood but whatever#and it’s not the post itself#it’s more like the reaction in the notes#mfs going ‘OMMMG!!!!’ liek yeah okk now what?#what are u gonna do moving forward?#let’s stop sitting and staring and move forward
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@jegulus-microfic | feb 7 star | words: 1037
Hi so I went a bit overboard with this one but I’m having so much fun writing those you guys have no idea
Anyways enjoy <3
GUYS IT HAS PART 2 NOW WTFFF
James
pads i need you to come here like RIGHT NOW
Pads
???
Who are you?
James looked at the message confused.
James
your best friend?? who needs your help with your dog?????
Pads
Wrong number.
Now he was super confused. He talked with Sirius this morning. He called this number and he talked with Sirius.
James
this is really not the time for pranks pads
moony isnt answering his phone and gigi is vomiting all over my place
what do i do???????
The answer didn’t come right away, but when it did his confusion grew even further. He was trying to give the poor Gigi a bowl to puke into when he read ‘I might know what happened. Send me the address, I’m coming over.’ Without thinking twice he shared his location with the person who was supposed be his best mate. After that, he put down his phone and went back to calming Gigi and giving her some water. If it works for people, it should work for a dog, right? RIGHT???
15 minutes later he heard the doorbell ring and that’s when it hit him. Sirius knows where he lives. Sirius wouldn’t take this long to get to his precious child, as he calls the black mass of fur on James’ carpet. This really wasn’t Sirius.
His first reaction was panic - who the fuck did he send his address to? Then he thought he could pretend he’s not here. But what about Gigi?
When the doorbell rang for the second time, he decided to text that person.
James
who are you again?
Pads
Open the door. I’m not going to kill you.
Or am I?
Now he was scared. Although it was a bit funny, he had to give them that.
Slowly he went to the door, checking in the viewfinder who is on the other side. Unfortunately the person had their back turned to him so it didn’t give him anything. With shaky hands he turned the key and opened the doors with a gentle creak. Hearing that, the person in front of him turned and- wow.
The snow-white face was surrounded by a delicate halo of black waves. His strong jaw and sharp cheekbones could make him look rough if it weren't for his soft, pink lips, turned up in a gentle smile, and his eyes. Eyes in which you could immerse yourself as if in an endless, silvery cloud of stardust.
“Hi there, Sunshine” Sirius’ younger brother said passive-aggressively. Ah, nothing has changed since school. Also, it would explain the ‘wrong number’’ thing. Somehow?
“Hello, Little Star” James replied with a nervous smile, after clearing his throat several times. They stayed there in the doorway for few seconds, intense enough to make it feel like hours.
Finally, James cleared his throat for the last time and turned, letting Regulus in. “Thank god you’re not a murderer” he laughed lightly as he led his guest (his one-man-rescue-team?) to the living room, where Gigi was shaking under fluffy blanket.
“Did you give her something?” Regulus asked, kneeling next to the poor thing.
“What? No! Why and what would I give her?” James burst out, terrified of the accusation. What if he accidentally gave her something he shouldn’t have and now she’s going to die? That would mean he was going to die shortly after. Oh no, oh no, oh-
“Calm down, I was just making sure. Look at your carpet” Reg grumbled pointing at the destroyed thing.
“Yeah, I know - she puked at it like a thousand times. No need to point it out” James huffed, now irritated a bit by Regulus’ rudeness.
“I- That’s not what I meant” shorter man laughed softly, such a sweet sound. “She ate a pice of it, look at the right corner.”
“What do you- oh” in the whole mess oh vomits he didn’t even notice a part of the carpet disappeared. “So she was just-“
“Clearing her stomach, yeah” Reg smiled at him crookedly. “She did the same to my shoe last week. Just give her some water for now and we’ll take her to the vet.”
“What do you mean we? I can handle a vet appointment” James said, pouring some water for his goddaughter (yes, she’s his goddaughter, fuck off).
“No, you can’t. Now take her, I’ll drive” Regulus said strutting out of the room. James just lifted the, whatsoever, heavy dog and ran after his best friend’s brother.
He asked Reg to close the door behind them and take the key. The clinic wasn’t far away from his flat, but either way it felt like forever to get there since Regulus refused to talk to him, because ‘it distracts him’.
When they finally got there, the vet just laughed at them for coming to her for the second time in a week and cooed at Gigi, mumbling something about her ’cool uncles not being very good for her’ (hopefully jokingly but who knows). She checked if Gigi was alright, gave her some medicine and asked them to come in few days for checkup.
Walking out of the clinic Regulus asked James if he needed any help with cleaning up after Gigi’s accident.
“Actually yeah, would you help me?” he replied with hopeful eyes.
“I literally just suggested that” Reg said, rolling his eyes.
So, they did just that. They rolled the destroyed carpet, cleaned the floor and some of the mess left on the sofa Gigi was sleeping soundly in the corner of.
When they finished, Regulus went to the door, with James thanking him all the way down the hall. They stood in the doorway again, same intense silence between them as before.
Reg cleared his throat. “So, I’m gonna go now. Bye.”
James nodded slightly. “Thanks again” he said once more, getting a fond eye roll from the other man. With that Regulus turned and went to the elevator. Then…
“Hey, Reg?” He turned again, one brow raised. James gather himself, swallowed thickly and on the exhale, almost shy, he asked “Would you like to stay for dinner?”
The younger man stood there, both brows raised now. Slowly he smiled at James and nodded.
“I would love to, actually.”
#jegulus#starchaser#marauders#dead gay wizards#the marauders#james x regulus#james potter#regulus black#mlm
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Jimmy notices Scott sitting near the edge of the Ace Race launch. They’re both on the practice server; it’s a good place to hang out. Gets away from the kinds of lives they live elsewhere, even if Jimmy figures the one he’s got right now is good enough. Scott’s here a lot, Jimmy’s found; it’s probably some combination of whatever the weird messenger thing he has going on with Noxite is and the number of other lives he’s lived. Jimmy bets it’s just quieter here than, like, he doesn’t know, he’s heard something about pirates?
Anyway, he’s always down to say hi to Scott. Also, Scott looks—strange. Diminished feels rude. Not preening like a peacock? No weird ethereal glow? It can’t be that the romance has worn off, it never really did, not all the way, Jimmy’s always seen him as sort of made of lace and marble and beautiful things from the beginning and even now that they’re like, friends friends, it’s just—
Jimmy plants himself in the grass. He can’t find a poppy, but he can find a dandelion. Close enough?
“Flower for your thoughts?” he says cheerfully.
Scott looks up. He laughs. “You can’t be doing that, Jimmy. We’ll get double-married. I already have too many husbands, you can’t be on there twice.”
“I think I can marry my flower husband as many times as I want,” Jimmy says.
“We barely even do a romance anymore.”
“Well, excuse you for not being a romantic.”
“Me? I’m not the romantic? Me?” Scott says incredulously.
“Well I don’t know how it would be me,” Jimmy says imperiously. He pauses, huffs, and sits down next to Scott. “I mean, we can do romance if you want. Hadn’t done that the last few lives because, you know, work better as friends right now, but I can totally wow you. I can, uh. Uh. Make… chocolate? No, I can’t do that, actually, don’t hold me to that—”
Jimmy pauses.
“Scott,” he says.
“No, keep going,” Scott says weakly.
“Have I done something wrong?” Jimmy asks.
“No, no, it’s just—sort of being a messenger god, I get a feel for things, and—it’s gonna happen again soon, Jimmy.”
“Oh, okay,” Jimmy says. They both know what they’re talking about. “I’m absolutely gonna win this time, just so you know.” He says it with all the false bravado of a person who’s mostly just hoping he doesn’t die first again. This time, this time, this time. He’ll do it by his own merits, though; he’s not sure what he would have done if Joel had actually gone through with the halting plan to die for him that he’d told Jimmy about last time. Probably crowed on happily about it, honestly, but with needles in his stomach the whole time.
Scott hasn’t responded yet.
“You don’t have to worry. You’re way too good at this. Constant finalist, now that you don’t have me weighing you down,” Jimmy tries.
“I shouldn’t talk about this with you,” Scott says.
“Rude,” Jimmy says. “We’re husbands at least twice over.”
“Yeah, but do you ever regret it? Don’t you—don’t you regret it?” Scott bursts out. “Don’t you ever wake up and—and you weren’t good enough to protect them and you’re not good enough to be loyal to and frankly you aren’t good enough to follow the rules either and, and so you’re just constantly winning. And you aren’t trying and you just think, if you’d just—if you’d just fucking slowed down, figured out how to protect—this is stupid. I’m proud of Martyn. Got him to win, at least. I can’t regret him winning. I wouldn’t have wanted anything else. I never have. Forget I said anything.”
Jimmy stares.
“I don’t regret it,” he says, and he’s surprised to realize he’s telling the truth.
“Not even for all the mocking?” Scott says.
“I mean. Wouldn’t have teamed with Grian and Joel if…”
“Oh,” Scott says. He stares out over the practice server. Jimmy cannot guess what’s going on in his head. No matter how many lives they’re friends, husbands, lovers both star-crossed and casual, enemies, and friends again in, Jimmy has to admit, Scott’s kind of a closed book. It’s one of the character flaws he has to make up for being perfect at everything else.
It’s part of what makes him Scott.
“I don’t regret it,” Jimmy says, almost more urgently.
“Oh,” Scott says again. “I do.”
Jimmy’s not sure what to say to that.
He’s never been good enough at winning much of anything to understand that kind of regret, is the thing. Blessing, curse, whatever else, he just…
“Sorry. I’ll be better tomorrow. Not normally the kind of person for this stuff,” Scott says. “It’s not that I’m not confident, it’s just…”
That, though. That, Jimmy can understand.
He scoots closer to Scott.
“Let’s race. I’ll totally beat you so badly. I was watching CPK do skips. And, I don’t know about you, but…”
“Yeah, you’ll hit those in your dreams,” Scott says. Neither of them move to stand up, though. They remain sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, watching other participants jump off the launch. It’s nice here. Quiet. A place apart from all the lives they live. Jimmy wonders if that’s why Scott’s here so much. Jimmy might have to show up too; that’s what increasingly old friends are for, he figures.
#limited life smp#<- tagged as such for being the most recent#jimmy solidarity#scott smajor#a bee fic#idk man I just wanted to write scott being a little insecure I can’t sleep and have been having fh feelings lately#for whatever else I think Jimmy doesn’t ever regret TRYING even given that it never works out#be it relationships or bad plans or the life series#scott though—it works out for him and he’ll always wonder.#flower husbands
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#390
“It’s you again. Why are you over here? Car parking is over there…. Aw don’t give me that bullshit that you are lost. You are over here with a purpose. Don’t look surprised. You saw my dick at the urinal, and you want to swing on it. You are so fucking obvious….
“What? If you want my dick, you are going to have to do more than just stare at me in shock. Goddamned! Do I have to be this blunt? Do you want my cock or not? If you do, get the fuck over here and get on your knees, if not fuck off.
“Not moving is not an option…. There you go. Ask me nicely for my dick…. I guess I have to lead you on everything, don’t I? Do you want me in your mouth or in your pussy?...
“Wrong answer. I don’t want to bust my nut in your mouth. It’s going in your shitter. Take off your clothes. Yeah right here….
“You seem to have difficulty following orders. Look I need to bust my nut, I need a bitch that knows her place. You are a hole to be fucked; that’s it. You need to be treated as such. If you are worried about someone seeing you, this is the area for semi-trucks. No one other than queerss wander back here, and if they do, they will be envious and not offended. Those other two semis? We all drive for the same company. I know those drivers. They know quite well that I used fags.
“Strip or fuck off…. Good. When you are done, and I have looked you over, we’ll go up in my cab.
“Just leave your shit in a pile…. On your knees. Aren’t you the whitest boy? If I was blind, I would still be able to tell you were white by that tiny clit you have. That thing is useless.
“Here’s mine. It’s twice your size and mine is still soft. Take it in your mouth…. Damn, you are struggling to take just the head, and I’m not even hard. This is why I want your twat.
“Pull off. OK. I’m going up. I need to get ready. I want you to remain in that kneeling position until I call you up. You understand?
“You got my cock going, you are going to follow through. I’m putting your clothes on the passenger seat. I’ll call you….
…
“…Ok, pussyboy. Come on up and get that pussy wrecked.
“See that bottle? That’s lube. Take a huge squeeze and slather it on your hole. Hand it to me. A tiny thing like you will need extra lube…. You ready?
“Don’t worry about the curtain. No one can see in. I texted my buds in the other cabs that the screams of a nelly white bitch boy being impaled on my cock may come from my cab and not to worry.
“Climb up, on your back. Legs up. Feel my head at your hole? My cock is larger than most. So push out as much as you can.
“There! I’m going down to the root. Yeah, you either can relax your pussy by pushing out or I will just take your hole, ramming it to the nut. Relax your twat! You’re almost there.
“Cry all you want. Let those tears fly. Tears are just your body giving over to what you were made to be. Scream out! Let those other drivers know you are getting split in two.
“Your pussy was made for this. You got all eight inches in you. To the root! You little bitch! You got a real man fucking your twat now.
“I want you to ride me. Move over….
“Climb up on me. Put one knee here and the other leg there. Feel my cock head at your pussy? Sit on it. Go on. Sit. You’ve taken me to the root. Guide that puss down. That’s it, cry baby cry.
“Now ride! You pussy is starting to feel good.
“While you were kneeling outside, I text my buds that if they want a piece of you to come over after your screams have died down.
“I can hear one of them coming up….
“...Come on up. Hey Carter. This bitch is hungry. Get comfortable.
“Bitch! No one told you to stop. Get back to riding me.
“The lube is right there. I am so close to shooting…. I have an idea.
“Pussy, lean forward and hug me. There like that.
“Now Carter, slide your cock in her puss, right alongside of me. We’ll double team her. Tear it up good.
“Oh yeah. Like that. Fuck! Let’s go for it.
“Scream baby. Of course it hurts! I want it to hurt. Think of this as you losing your virginity again.
“…What? This is your first time up the butt? Fuck yeah. Think how lucky you are to have me as your first, and to have two men in you at once. Hug me harder. I’m about ready to breed you.
“Get ready. Get ready! Uh uh uh. Fuck. Uh Fuuuuuuck. Damn that was good.
“Don’t stop Carter. Breed this bitch too…. You are a ways off? Well, shit, I need some sleep. Why don’t you take this bitch back to your cab. See if Isaac wants to join you. She’ll go back with you. I have her clothes. When you guys are done with her, I may give her another load, or just give her clothes back.
“I really don’t care. I need sleep. Just take her.”
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Just Dance
word count; 1307 – gn!reader, talk about sexual activities but no descriptions
Your neighbour, Kuroo Tetsurou, wasn’t a nuisance all the time. Mostly when he had friends over. It was never quite clear what they were doing, but when did men ever need a reason to be loud?
However, you had the worst day at work today and listening to two men knock into stuff, pant and groan was not making it any better. Usually, you assumed they watched sports or played video games, but you weren’t sure what it sounded like this time. This friend was the loudest one, you had met him a few times already after he eagerly introduced himself in the hallway.
Now, you had enough. You made your way across the hall and left three knocks on the door, tapping your foot as you waited. A low headache was squishing your brain and the hallway felt smaller than it really was.
“Hey, hey, hey! It’s the neighbour!” A shirtless Bokuto opened the door, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he was so sweaty after all those sounds. Still, it made you a bit flustered, so you looked past him and tried to remember your words when you noticed Kuroo come up behind him. He still wore his work shirt, but the top buttons were undone and the tie hung loosely around his neck. Sweat covered the part of his neck that you could see, and the shirt clung to him in the most attractive way.
He looked hot.
So now you were scrambling for words as you looked between the two, wondering if you weren’t Kuroo’s type at all. Had they been… playing around… with each other?
Kuroo didn’t seem to understand exactly why you were so flustered, leaning an arm on the door frame and throwing you that classic smirk that reeked of mischief and charm. “Hey, kitten. What’s up?”
You looked from one man to the other and back, repeating this process a few times before settling with looking at your feet. “I’m sorry for disturbing your… activities. I was just wondering if you could keep it down,” you asked, voice a little shaky when trying to choose a word to describe what you assumed they did.
Kuroo frowned, taking note of how your hand came up to massage your temple. “Don’t say sorry, we’ll try to keep it down. Are you okay?”
Bokuto looked between you two and wiggled his eyebrows at his best friend, making said friend give him a look that said not now, go away. He did as he was told, turning around and leaving, but not without letting him know “I’ll set up for another round.”
Your cheeks flushed a deeper red, taking a step back. “Don’t worry, you two have fun,” you said before turning around and running back to your own apartment, swiftly closing the door behind you.
Kuroo was left in confusion, staring at where you just stood and replaying the moment in his mind once or twice before the colour drained from his face. He turned to Bokuto with a hand in his hair and a dramatic gasp. “She thinks we’re fucking.”
Standing in the living room, Bokuto was stretching his thighs to get ready for their next round, a preview of Black Mamba by Aespa playing on the TV when he bursts out laughing at Kuroo’s realisation. They were practising Just Dance because Kenma and Akaashi realised they liked teaming up with each other and challenged the leftover duo for their next game night. Such an innocent activity turned into a devastating misunderstanding.
Thankfully, they seemed to get the message and kept the noise to a minimum for the next few hours, letting you take a much-needed nap. When you did wake up, the headache was less prominent and more of a foggy haze that you would try to fix by drinking a glass of water or two.
While you were gulping down the second glass, there was a knock on the door. You wipe your mouth with the back of your sweatshirt and put down the glass before walking to the door. When you were almost there, the person on the other side knocked again and you huffed out a “Coming, coming,” before flinging the door open.
There stood Kuroo, a crooked grin under his nose and two boxes of takeout food from the closest Chinese restaurant. The second the smell wafted into the apartment, your stomach growled loudly. You had gone straight to bed earlier without eating and the hunger didn’t hit you before now. “Sounds like I came just in time. Care to help me eat all this food?” You opened the door wider and gestured for him to come inside.
“Come right inside, kind sir.” Kuroo had put on a sweatshirt over his messed-up shirt and switched to sweatpants, but your eyes still stuck to him like he wasn’t wearing clothes at all. Maybe he likes men and women? That would still give you a chance!
The two of you had eaten dinner together several times before, and it always came with loud laughter and some silly movie like 21 Jump Street. This time, you were not being as loud. “Sorry about Bokuto. He gets pretty loud.” Kuroo suddenly said after swallowing a piece of chicken. You chuckled under your breath.
“I didn’t mean to intrude on your business,” you excused yourself, glancing at him only to look back at your food when you saw that he was staring at you like he wanted to say something he shouldn’t. Kuroo who was usually so good with words wasn’t sure how to approach this. He put his food on the coffee table in front of the couch you two shared.
“We were playing Just Dance,” he blurted out, laughing nervously like he wasn’t quite sure. You stopped eating, almost spitting your food back out before forcing it down and putting the rest on the table like Kuroo did. Holding your hands out between the two of you, you made a weird face.
“You don’t have to lie, Kuroo.”
The man finally gave up, laughing loudly as he couldn’t quite believe he was in this situation. “In many ways, I wish I was lying! Bokuto and I were challenged to a Just Dance competition with our friends this weekend and wanted to practice.”
You started laughing with him, one hand covering your mouth. “Are you serious? I thought you guys had sex!” you admitted, letting your shoulders relax as Kuroo seemed to do the same.
“I know!” he groaned. Your laughter slowly blended into each other and you were left with soft grins on your faces. You licked your lips and leaned back, realising you had been leaning forward on the couch.
Kuroo seemed to do the opposite, leaning forward with one hand supporting him on the couch between you two while the other went to the back of your neck, quickly pulling your lips to his so he didn’t have to figure out what to say. You understood loud and clear and returned the emotions as you moved across the couch to straddle his lap instead.
That weekend, you laughed even more from Kuroo’s couch as you watched the guys dance. They were all pretty nice, and you were happy to get to know them. Kenma even asked you to do a duo with him, and Akaashi complained that he was replaced when you two beat everyone’s scores.
Everyone was having fun as Kuroo wrapped an arm around your waist, making some pouty comment about you not dancing with him yet and you just kissed the pout off his face followed by an evil laugh.
“Can you believe I thought you and Bokuto were fucking?” you giggled.
Why was it suddenly so quiet?
Oh, everyone was staring at you. They didn’t tell Akaashi and Kenma about that. How funny!
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#haikyu x reader#haikyu#haikyuu#hq x reader#fanfiction#haikyuu x reader#hq#haikyuu fluff#haikyu fluff#haikyuu x you#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo tetsuro x reader
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"I don't actually believe you." Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F! Reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish
Summary: After returning to base in Las Almas, the team gets a surprise when Graves turns out to be the true enemy. During the confusion you get injured and taken with Alejandro. To bad for shadow company you're more than a teammate to Soap and Ghost, and their coming for their girl.
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F! Reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish
Warnings: 18 + for language, canon typical violence, blood, guns, reader goes by the callsign Phoenix, poly.
Cross Posted on AO3
“Let’s not make this any harder than it has to be, gentleman.” You clear your throat, “and lady.”
“My men are in there!” Alejandro holds out his arm, his voice impassioned, “let them go.”
“No can do, amigo,” Graves chuckles, “I like this base. I think I’m gonna keep it. And everyone that comes with it.”
You turn your head, Ghost already has his eyes on you. “So what’s the plan then Graves?” You turn to look at the shadow leader, “you gonna kill us?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “absolutely not. No one has to die tonight.”
“You know what? I don’t actually believe you.” Alejandro takes a step closer getting in the commander's face.
“I’m not leaving without my men.”
“We’ll then,” Graves grabs a hold of Alejandro’s vest, pushing him into the van, shadows holding both his arms as Graves knocks him out with the butt of his gun. “Grab the girl!”
You scream, fighting like hell, Shadows falling down around you before someone grabs your hair and pulls you back a gun under your chin. “Let me go, you piece of shit!”
“Tsk tsk Darlin’. You kiss your momma with that mouth.” Graves grins looking ahead and you see Ghost and Soap staring you down. Their jaws are locked, pissed off beyond belief. “Or just these two boys?” He laughs, “This little girl is the key to keeping you boys compliant. I control her, I control you.”
Ghosts finger tightens on the trigger, Soap going for a knife strapped to his side. “Let. Her. Go,” Ghost growls, his chest heaving, “I won’t fucking tell you twice.”
“Oh so you’re the one she’s been fucking?” Graves tightens his grip and you hate the whimper that slips through your teeth.
Simon raises his gun, blowing the head off of the Shadow beside you. The soldiers lift their guns, all of them focused on Ghost. “Next one goes in you,” he aims at Graves.
“I wouldn’t do that,” he digs the gun harder into your throat. “You shoot me and she dies.”
“I wouldn’t be so worried about her,” you can hear the smirk, “she can take care of herself.”
“Seems I got the upper hand this time,” he gropes your breast, “and what a nice handful it is.”
“Fuck this,” you slam your elbow into his stomach, whirling and dropping as the bullet flys directly over your head. You lift your leg and kick him in the sternum as the bullets fly. You toss your body, rolling down the hill with a pained cry as a rock hits your shoulder, dislocating it.
“Fuck,” you groan, grabbing your gun and shooting blindly back at the Shadows.
“Phoenix!” you hear Johnny shout, and you look around blindly when something hits you hard on the back of the head and the world goes dark.
When you come to, the room is dark but you can see two Shadows in the corner their guns resting lazily against their chest. The floor beneath you is cold and you sit up, biting your lip and muffling the scream when you notice your shoulder. “Fucking asshole didn’t pop my shoulder back,” you mumble, cursing his name.
“Graves,” one of the Shadows mumbles into a radio, “she’s awake.”
“Fucking finally,” you can hear the smile in his voice, “I’ll be right down.”
The door slams open a moment later and you flinch, your vision swimming. “Seems like you haven’t lost your fire, Phoenix,” Graves strolls in like he owns the place, pulling a chair to sit down before you. “I’m glad your awake, had me worried there for a moment.”
You ignore him, focusing on a point on the wall behind him and retreating to the recesses of your mind. This isn’t the first time you’ve been tortured but a first for it being someone you know. “Aww, don’t do that, Sweetheart,” he leans forward putting his hand on your neck and squeezing as he brings you to your knees.
He squeezes tighter and your eyes widen as you struggle to take a breath, digging your nails into his wrist, your right arm hanging loosely at your side. “It’s rude to ignore your hosts.”
He lets go and you fall to your side, coughing and sputtering as the air reinflates your lungs. “I’m surprised,” Graves stands looming over you, “I thought Ghost would be into a little choking.”
Ignoring him you think of Simon and Johnny, and you laugh. It starts off as a giggle, then a chuckle before you’re laughing manically on the ground. Graves doesn’t like that very much, standing quickly and putting his boot on your arm, pressing down. You scream, blood curdling as he presses harder, leaning down to your face, “you think this is funny?” he shouts, “tell me, bitch, what’s so fucking funny?!”
He finally lets up kneeling beside you, his gun in your face, and between the tears streaming down your cheeks you see the two shadows stepping closer. “TELL ME!” he screams, and you start laughing again.
“They’re,” you gasp between each word, “gonna, fucking, kill, you.” The blood stains your teeth when he wacks you across the face with his gun, the metalic tang on your tongue.
“We’ll see about that,” he stands, staring down at you for a minute before, looking over his shoulder, “put her in the holding cell with Alejandro and lock it down.”
“Yes, sir,” the men nod, watching him retreat before they lift you, ignoring the way you cry when your obviously broken shoulder jostles.
They dump you on a stale mattress in the corner of the room, another soldier holding a gun on Alejandro. “What the fuck did you do to her?!” he screams fighting the one holding him back. They slowly retreat out of the room before locking the door to the cell behind them. Alejandro rushes to your side, brushing the hair out of your face, “Jesus.”
“Looks worse than it is,” you whimper, allowing yourself a moment to cry when he tries his best to clean you up.
“Graves really fucked you up,” he mumbles, tearing off his shirt, leaving him in a white t-shirt, “this is going to hurt,” he warns before popping your shoulder back down. A scream tears its way out of your throat, and you clutch at his arm, sobbing. “It’s broken,” he whispers, “but that should take some of the tension off.” He makes a sling out of his shirt, and helps you sit up to rest against the wall.
The room is silent save for your heavy breathing, and the drip of water in the corner. “He-” Alejandro starts, rubbing his hands together, “he didn’t-”
“No,” you cut him off, understanding, “no he didn’t.” You close your eyes, “doesn’t mean he won’t take the chance the longer we’re here. Or maybe he’ll hand me around to the Shadows. I think this has shown us, Graves is the furthest thing from a man of honor.”
“They’ll come for us,” he looks up at the ceiling, “they’ll come for you.” You turn your head and give him a small smile, he turns and returns it. You sit in comfortable silence, your head resting on his shoulder, hating how your body tenses when you hear the slightest noise from outside.
Hours later, the building shakes with a boom, and Alejandro leans over you covering your head as a few small rocks rain down from the ceiling. “The cavalry,” he pulls back smiling down at you, “has arrived.”
“Johnny,” you whisper, closing your eyes, “they’ll alive.” Soldiers shout outside the room, and Alejandro stands, hiding behind the door ready to pounce. You hold your breath, hearing shots down the hall and screams through the thick metal of the door.
Another boom rocks the complex and it makes you smile, “that’s my demolitions expert,” you whisper, “come find me, baby.”
There’s suddenly a scream of terror that is quickly silenced, closer than the others. “Ghost,” you whimper, pushing off the ground with a gasp and taking a shaky step towards the door.
“Stay back, Phoenix,” Alejandro holds out an arm, “we don’t know for sure it’s them.”
But you do, the door bursts off the hinges and Alejandro strikes, Johnny pins him to the wall. “It’s us, Amigo,” he shouts.
“Ghost, Soap, Rudy,” he looks at the three men and smiles, “am I glad to see you!”
“Where is she?!” Ghost pushes his way past them, looking around before his eyes land on you. “Phoenix,” he whispers, taking a step towards you.
You step, your knees collapsing but before your knees hit the ground he’s holding you. You gasp, pain shooting up your arm and he quickly lets go, assessing the damage.
“Lass,” Johnny comes around and leans you against his chest. Ghost pulls off his pack and grabs a syringe from a small bag, “relax,” Johnny presses his lips to your head, "we got you."
"Fucking Graves is a dead man," Ghost growls injecting your arm with the good stuff. Your arm aching but nothing compared to the agony of the last few hours. Ghost leans closer, his eyes rimmed red before he checks you over for any other wounds.
His hands tighten painfully when he sees the fingerprints on your neck, "did Graves do that to you?"
"Yes," you whisper, his finger softly trailing down the purple bruise on your cheek, "and that one too."
"Death is too quick," he mumbles, glancing at Johnny, "fucking bastard is going to suffer."
"Aye, I'm right there with you L.T.," Johnny wraps his arms around your waist, "had us scared to death, love."
"We need to get her out of here, I'll go help Alejandro free the Los Vaqueros, then we get the hell out and kill Graves." Ghost stands walking towards the door but freezing when he hears you.
"Simon," you whimper, reaching an arm out for him, "Johnny, help me up." Johnny helps you to your feet, keeping himself pressed to your back. "I thought you were dead for the last day. I thought Graves was gonna come back and touch me, or give me to his men. I just fucking need you right now."
"I got you, Phoenix," he pushes his body to your front and you're sandwiched between the two men you love most in this world. "We'd have burned this entire fucking world apart to find you, love." He chuckles, "I don't know how well you could hear the explosions from in here, love. But Johnny got a head start."
"I knew you'd come for me." You rise up to kiss him, his left hand quickly lifting up his mask before kissing you with all the passion, worry, and fear since you were taken." Simon turns your head and Johnny is there, waiting for his chance to steal your breath away. Safe for the first time since you were taken.
"I fucking love you, lassy," Johnny kisses your nose. "Let's go home."
"I love you too," you whisper, turning back to Simon, "both of you."
"And I love you," Simon pulls his mask back down, "bloody both of you. Between you getting kidnapped and him blowing everything up it's a wonder I'm not dead yet."
"But you love us anyways," Soap grins, kissing your head and helping you towards the door.
"You're right," Simon nods, aiming his gun, ready to defend, "I bloody fucking do."
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Chapter 2:
Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you…
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5. October 2014:
Charles and I sat huddled together on the floor, backs leaned against the sofa. Dad in the armchair on the left, Hervé on the sofa, Arthur rolled up like a cat behind us.
"They shouldn’t race under this conditions, it’s not safe!" Hervé exclaimed and Dad nodded.
"They already stopped it to wait! They just should cancel it…" Dad agreed and Charles shook his head a little.
"It looks like they can still drive on the track, no?" he said and I nodded lightly.
"Yeah, but the sight for the one behind? Look at the spray! You don’t even want to close up the gaps because you don’t see any…" I began as one of the Sauber’s spun off the track and crashed into the barriers.
"Oh shit!" Arthur murmured behind us.
They waved a double yellow flag and Dad and Hervé scoffed.
"They should wave the red flag! There’s a crane next to the track! And why no safety car?"
We watched as the crane lifted up the sauber as a second car veered towards the same run-off area where the crane was and crashed right in it’s left rear wheel, the cameras cutting away from the crash site.
The livery showed exactly what team’s car it was.
"Who is that? Did you see?" Charles sat up abruptly, I saw the number of the car, 17.
"Charles… that is Jules…" I almost whispered as Hervé turned the TV volume up to listen to the broadcast properly.
I turned to look at Charles who paled and stiffened, then I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, he slowly turned to me, we both heard how the commentators said that Jules didn’t respond to his radio, and for the first time since I knew Charles, I saw something new flicker in his eyes: fear.
17. July 2015:
"Ok, calm down!" I tried to level Charles hot head but he just threw his helmet on the ground.
"He pushed me! Twice! Because of him I lost 3 positions! How was I supposed to get back up their in one lap?" he was fuming, understandably so.
"I know, but when you’re like this, it won’t help! You need to calm down!" I tried to reason with him, but he just scoffed.
"Calm down? Lizzie! He’s supposed to be our fucking teammate! But he always pulls shit like that? The last 3 races where all fucked up by him! I can’t afford to DNF that many times! I need good results!" he hissed and unzipped his suit.
"Charles, I know that all! But he is our teammate! You think you can’t effort some DNFs? We’ll think about being kicked out! So please! Calm down!" I grabbed him by his shoulders and he looked at me.
"He‘s still a little fucker!" he pouted.
"That he is!" I answered und hugged him.
"I just need to show the sponsors that I’m good and have potential! It’s so important!" he whispered and I sighed.
With two sons in motorsport, money ran out and Charles’ parents had to decide that for now they could only finance one career. Charles continued, as the older one and with having slightly more potential than Arthur, it was decided. Charles hated it and promised Arthur he would give his all to impress some sponsors and hopefully be able to get him back into karting and more.
But right now, it didn’t look too good as one of our teammates, Martin, was more than reckless and didn’t gave a shit whenever he kicked someone out of the race.
"I just want to leave." he stated and looked for his stuff, threw all his belongings in his backpack and then looked at me. I sighed and packed my stuff up as well.
"Let’s go, Charlie bear." I said and pushed him as he just groaned.
"You know how much I hate it when you call me that!" he glared at me.
"You secretly love it, just admit it!" I said and gave him my sweetest smile as he rolled his eyes.
"I just need to think of a name for you that you hate!" he said and we walked out where my brother was waiting for us, alone.
"Where’s the rest?" I asked him and Charles looked up from his phone and dropped it, paling instantly.
"I’m so sorry Charles. Your parents are already on their way, Mum and Dad are on their way and picking up Arthur, we’ll meet them in the hospital." my brother said it quietly and approached Charles then pulled him into his arms. I bent down, picking up Charles’ phone and saw the message from Lorenzo "Jules est mort" Jules died. We all knew that it didn’t look good, his condition had deteriorated. But still. He was there in some way. But now he was gone.
I stood there and didn’t know what to do, what to say. Over the last few years Jules became like another older brother to me, although our relationship never even close got to the connection that Charles and Jules had. Marcus released Charles and he stood there, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers, then we followed my brother to the car.
The drive to Nice was quiet. No one spoke, no music was played. I sat next to Charles in the backseat and held his hand. He didn’t move once, he just stared out the window. As we parked in front of the hospital, Marcus called Dad and a couple of minutes later my parents parked next to us, as they got out the car I saw how Mum slung an arm around Arthur’s shoulders. His eyes glassy, nose red. My Dad hugged Charles instantly.
"We’re waiting here for you. Just close family and friends. We don’t want to interrupt." my Dad explained and Charles nodded, Mum gave Arthur a kiss on his cheek and then did the same with Charles.
I stood next to Marcus who pulled me to his side and kissed my temple. As they started walking away Charles looked up and turned around, he looked at me.
"Can you come with me? Please, ma belle?" he said and stretched his hand out, I nodded and hastily stepped up and took his hand.
"Thank you." he whisperd and we walked into the hospital.
The funeral reception was attended by almost the entire F1 grid and some big names of the motorsports community. Even TV crews were around and I hated how they zoomed in on Charles and his family, rude reporters were yelling questions their way. During the whole morning, on the way to church, inside and on our way out, I held Charles hand and never let go once. Whenever I saw that it all overwhelmed him I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and as he looked up I smiled encouraging. When we were sitting on his bed in the evening, tired and exhausted, he looked at me for some time and I cocked an eyebrow.
"What?" I asked quietly.
"How did you do it?" he asked and I looked at him confused "How did you manage to be so… so put together? He was important to you too! But you were just so… why weren’t you crying?" his voice was hoarse but it almost sounded accusatory.
"Don’t say it like that! Don’t think I didn’t cry! But I just… I wanted to be strong for you! I wanted to be there for you! I know how important he was to you! How much you loved him! And I was just… we were not like you…" I whispered as a tear slipped down my face and Charles looked heartbroken.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, ma belle! I just… you were so strong! I just didn’t know how you could be so strong when I was just so… I’m sorry! I’m sorry, that you thought you had to be strong for me and couldn’t just… ahhh I’m losing my English!" he said it with more and more frustration. Then he pulled me in his arms "I don’t know what I did to deserve you! I’m sorry that you thought you had to be strong for me! And I’m sorry for not being there for you, like you were for me!" he whispered and I hugged him tight.
"We’re always there for each other! You and me together!"
"You and me against the world!"
"Always!"
The weeks after Jules death weren’t easy for Charles, he was getting more and more frustrated with the situation within the team, or more with Martin. It was one week in September where the tension in the team got to a point where our coaches and supervisors finally had enough and sat Martin and Charles down and for some reason I had to participate too in this crisis meeting, not really knowing why.
"Why is Lizzie here? She has nothing to do with this!" Charles asked what I wanted to know.
"She’s here because she’s always caught in between you two! Last race she lost 3 positions because you two were fighting each other and made contact with her! And she’s here for you Charles, because when she’s around your attitude changes for the better!" Matthieu said and I rolled my eyes, while Martin just grinned.
"Wipe that grin out of your face! You’re the reason we’re here in the first place! Why the fuck can’t you be a team player?" I was furious.
"Lizzie!" Matthieu groaned.
"No Matthieu! It’s the truth! Since we’re racing for you, has there ever been a problem? No! He joins the team, behaves like an ass from day one, acts like he’s the king and we have to bow! Pushes us off the track and says then afterwards it was the adrenaline! He didn’t see us? Or we were in his line? It’s unfair!" I had to contain myself to not scream. Charles grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed it.
"I think what Lizzie wanted to say, is that we never fought that hard within our own team, but you for some reason think we have to make way for you on the track! But we don’t, especially when we’re in front and you can’t pass us and the only way for you is to push us off!" Charles said, trying to sound calm but firm.
"I don’t see a problem, I’m obviously better than you! And I’m not making way for you or your little girlfriend, Leclerc!" Martin spat and Charles slammed his fist on the table.
“You don’t have to make way for me or my little girlfriend, BECAUSE WE ARE ALWAYS IN FRONT OF YOU!!!" Charles was furious and I could see that it wouldn’t take much for him to lose his temper completely.
"Yeah, sure Leclerc! Matthieu, I don’t care about them, I’m here to show that I am the best, that’s why a team from GP3 will approach me soon and then I don’t even care what you’re doing… Lizzie you won’t make it into any higher league, Leclerc.. well we’ll see." he sneered and I took a deep breath, I actually didn’t wanted to say it already, but I was fuming.
"Just so you know, Martin, I was approached by the Art Grand Prix Team and I will drive for them in GP3 next year…" I said and Martin’s eyes widened. Charles next to me inhaled sharply and I looked at him apologising but he just grinned.
"Yep and I will be her teammate next year… so, you were saying?" Charles smirked at Martin who got up and left.
"What just happened?" I looked at Charles who just pulled me into a hug.
"I didn’t wanted to tell you, because you haven’t heard something and I… I don’t know I just wanted to wait until you also got a seat!" Charles mumbled and I laughed relieved.
"Same! I was waiting for you getting a seat!" I answered and Charles chuckled.
We both then congratulated us at the same time and we laughed even more. Matthieu cleared his throat and we looked sheepishly at him.
"I’m so proud of you both! When they called and asked some questions about you I just knew that they would approach you both! You will be missed!" he said and got up and hugged us.
"But what are we doing now with Martin?" I asked and he shook his head.
"I’ll handle him, don’t worry! We’re only having a handful of races left for the season, we’ll deal with him!" he said and laughed.
Charles and I left and walked to where our parents were.
"So, GP3 next year?" I asked.
"GP3 next year, F2 the year after!" Charles answered and I just laughed and he pulled me into his side "You and me, against the world, Lizzie!"
"Always!" I replied and he smiled at me. And not for the first time I felt butterflies doing summersaults in my stomach.
"I swear to god, if I break any bones because of you, Leclerc, you’re a dead man walking!" I yelled and Charles only shook his head and breezed away on his ski’s. I leaned forwards and quickly caught up to him "We’re dead if they find out where we are!"
"Oh come on! It’s not our first time on a black slope!" he yelled back and accelerated and I followed him.
"But this is an orange one!" I yelled and passed him easily on my snowboard, then raced down the slope. As I arrived in the valley and waited for Charles I saw Lorenzo and Marcus talking to some girls, thankfully they hadn’t seen me and as soon as Charles arrived next to me I ushered him away.
"Why are we hiding behind the ski lift?" Charles asked taking his shades off.
"Because our brothers are there! When they see that we’re here instead of the slope we told our parents we would be, they’ll snitch on us or use it as leverage!" I answered and he nodded.
"Good thinking, Doetterer!" he said and I peered around the corner.
"They’re leaving!" I said and Charles nodded. "Let’s go back to the château, we’re already late!“
We stood together on the patio, everyone with a glass of champagne in hand.
"10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Happy New Year!" we were all cheering as the fireworks down in the village started. Charles pulled me close and hugged me.
"This is going to be our year, ma belle! We show the world that we’ll make it into F1, just like Max did!" he whispered and then kissed my cheek.
"You and me against the world." I whispered, trying to ignore the heat that spread on my face from his kiss.
"Always!" Charles replied and hugged me even tighter.
"Look at our two lovebirds… I think we really can start with the planning of their wedding!" Pascale said quietly to the others who all watched us.
"These two idiots are so oblivious! They will need years to realise that they’ve always belonged together!" Dad shrugged and they all started laughing, startling Charles and me and we looked over to our families, who were pretending to not notice us watching them.
"What does that mean exactly?" I asked in Italian and Charles next to me smiled proudly at me, for the past years he did his best to teach me Italian.
"You will basically be kind of our test and development drivers, drive for Haas or Sauber in some FP sessions, work in the simulator, be contracted to us for a considerable time." Massimo said and Charles looked at me, then our Dad's.
"Contracted to Ferrari?" my Dad asked and I’m jealous that his Italian sounds flawless.
"Yes, if the opportunity arises a promotion to Formula 1 might be possible in the future!” Massimo answered and I looked at Charles with big eyes.
"Surely you mean into a Ferrari powered partner team for the beginning?” Dad stated and Massimo nodded.
"Of course! A seat in Ferrari must be well earned and as a rookie it’s not easy to secure a seat at a top team! That’s why we have with Haas and Sauber our partnered teams!" Massimo said, Dad and Hervé looked satisfied.
"So? What do you say? Will you join the Ferrari Driver Academy?" he asked me and Charles and we looked at each other, then smiled.
"Where do we sign?" we both said in unison and Massimo handed us some documents and a pen each.
"He would be so proud of you, you know?" I whispered and Charles looked up "Starting in GP3, now a member of the Ferrari Driver Academy!"
"He would be proud of both of us…" he answered and I smiled. We sat together on the balcony of our hotel room, watching the setting sun "When will you leave?"
"Our flight is in the morning, Mum insist that I come home for the tutoring sessions…" I mumbled and Charles laughed quietly.
"Come on, only a couple more weeks and then you’re done!" he encouraged me and I nodded.
"I can’t wait for it to be over! I get it, she wanted me to graduate school, but I honestly don’t even know what I would do other than racing!" I answered and Charles chuckled as Dad stepped onto the balcony.
"You guys ready?" he asked and I nodded.
"Let’s go!" Charles said and got up "Pasta time!"
"Pizza and Pasta time!" I said and we followed our dads to our car.
At the famous Ristorante Montana we were greeted not only by Massimo, but also Sebastian and Maurizio Arrivabene.
"Lizzie! It’s so good to see you!" Sebastian said and hugged me "Charles, good to see you too!" he patted Charles back and then greeted our Dads.
"So you’re the future of Ferrari?" Arrivabene said and Charles and I got caught off guard "I’m just messing with you, I mean not entirely! We expect great things from you! But for now, let’s enjoy tonight and in the next weeks we will see what to do with you!"
With that said we had an amazing evening together. Talking about the upcoming races in GP3, some races we could attempt later in the year. Meeting Ferraris second driver Kimi Räikkönen, Ferraris last world champion. As we said our goodbyes and got back in the car Charles and I could only smile from ear to ear.
"Oh come one, Lizzie! It’s just 4 days!" Charles whispered and hugged me tighter.
"That’s not the point! I just don’t want to go home and have 3 days full of tutoring! Can’t we start celebrating on Saturday? 3 day bash for an 18th birthday?" I answered and Charles laughed.
"Nope! You’re coming on Monday and then we’ll celebrate!" he just said and I only nodded, hugged Hervé goodbye and together with Dad I went through the security check.
"Little owl, you should smile! You’re starting in GP3 in 2 weeks, you’re now a member of the FDA, you’re turning 18 on Monday! Cheer up, would ya!" Dad tried to brighten my mood and I shrugged my shoulders "I know you don’t like tutoring, but it’s only a handful of days and then you’ll have your exams and you’re done with school!” the thought of that made me smile.
He was right. Good things were about to happen…
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That’s it, chapter 2 is out - a bit sad, but it’s a part of Charles’ life, therefore part of Lizzie’s 😔. But Chapter 3 is going to be a really funny one! And for the first time we’ll have a little bit of Charles' POV…
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It's Not Forever
A/N - So ideas kept coming to me with this so it's a lot longer than I originally planned but I think I'm happy with the way it turned out. This is scenario 1 of the list I posted earlier. Also, toying with the idea of making a part two so let me know what you think!!
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The last couple of hours had flown by in a blur for you. Your entire world had crumbled around you in a matter of hours and you couldn’t see how that was fair. From finding out that Peter Lewis had set young Jack Hotchner in his crosshairs made you furious but the fact that the situation was dire enough that both Jack and Aaron were having to go into Witness Protection for God knows how long is what really broke you; you didn’t know how you were going to cope with not seeing your two favourite boys every day.
Aaron’s hand tangling with yours brought you out of your thoughts on the drive home. You had been given tonight to spend one last night as a family before they were due to leave and already you were feeling the seconds slipping away all too quickly. The feeling of Aaron’s hand in yours made you turn your head to face him.
‘Baby don’t cry,’ Aaron said, his own voice thick with tears he wasn’t letting himself shed. You brought your free hand up to your cheeks to wipe away the tears quickly before you brought Aaron’s hand to your lips and pressed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Neither of you could think of anything to say to each other in that moment so you spend the rest of the journey home in silence, neither of you wanting to let go of the other. When you had got back home, the three of you curled up on the couch together to watch Jack’s favourite film, Spiderman.
‘Go and give your mom a cuddle, buddy,’ Aaron said to Jack. Even though Jack wasn’t your biological son, you had always treated him like your own and in the past couple of years, he’d begun to call you mom himself. Not needing to be told twice, Jack practically launched himself into your arms and you held onto him as tightly as you could while your back leant against Aaron’s chest, the three of you not willing to part for a second as you watched the film.
When the time finally came, after putting it off as much as you could, you and Aaron both went to take Jack to bed, tucking him into bed and you made sure to give him an extra hug and read him an extra story before you and Aaron turned the light off and made your way into your shared bedroom.
It was when you heard the door close behind you that you let yourself crumple onto the bed, sobs wracking your body. Aaron was beside you in an instant, pulling you against him and kissing the top of your head before lifting your face to meet his as he began to wipe away your tears.
‘Please don’t cry baby,’ he said gently, pressing his forehead against yours as your hands reached up to cup his cheeks.
‘It’s not fair. Why does it have to be you and Jack?’ you said through your tears.
‘It’s not forever, baby, we’ll be back here with you before you know it, you know why? Because I know that you and the rest of the team won’t stop until we can come home to you,’ Aaron whispered, letting a few tears of his own slide down his face as he brought you in for a gentle kiss.
As soon as your lips connected, need filled your body and you were hyper-aware of the limited time that the two of you had left and you climbed into his lap, holding yourself as close to him as you possibly could as you shared a passionate kiss. Aaron slowly moved until you were laying on your back on the bed with him hovering over your body and he took a moment to stare down at you.
‘You’re so fucking beautiful,’ he murmured, brushing his lips along your jaw and down your neck where he pressed soft kisses until he reached the collar of your t-shirt. ‘Can I?’ he asked, tugging lightly on your t-shirt and you nodded frantically, needing to be as close to him as possible. As he pulled your t-shirt off and made quick work of sliding your jeans and panties down your legs, your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt but shaking too much to be able to unbutton them. ‘Hey, you’re alright, let me, sweet girl,’ he said quietly, replacing your fingers with his until he’d removed his shirt and trousers until he was as naked as you.
You shivered as his hands ran gently over your body and he kissed his way down your body until he was laying between your thighs. He looked up at you and held your gaze captive as he licked a broad stripe up your pussy, flicking his tongue when he reached your clit. Your hands instantly threaded through his hair as his tongue began to trace patterns on your pussy that had your legs twitching in no time.
‘Aaron, please,’ you whimpered as you felt your orgasm approaching and Aaron sped up his movements and moved two fingers inside of you, quickly throwing you over the edge. He carried on, helping your ride out your orgasm before he crawled back up your body and pressed his lips back to yours, making you whine into his mouth as you felt his cock brush against your thigh. You reached down to take his cock in your hand and you slowly began to pump him, making Aaron groan lowly and drop his head against your shoulder.
‘Baby, you need to stop or I’m not going to last,’ he mumbled into your skin before lifting his head to look at you. Looking into his eyes made you remember what was happening and you felt tears slip down your cheeks again. ‘Hey, none of that, come on baby,’ he said, brushing your tears away as he slowly pushed into you, making you gasp in pleasure. ‘Just remember, it’s not forever, things will be able to go back to normal again soon, I promise.’ He tenderly kissed your cheek before he started to thrust his hips.
Even though he kept a slow and soft pace, you could feel the breath being pushed out of you every time his hips pressed into yours and your legs wrapped around his waist, needing to feel his body against yours.
‘I love you,’ you whispered into his ear as he slightly increased the speed of his thrusts until he stilled against you, marking you as his from the inside for the last time for who knows how long. After you had both come down from your highs, neither of you were ready to pull away from each other so Aaron gently let his body drop against yours before rolling to your side and pulling you tightly against him.
‘I love you, baby, nothing’s changing that okay? No matter how long we’re gone for, we’re coming back for you. You hear me?’ you nodded and buried your head in his chest, pressing a kiss to his skin which made Aaron’s breath hitch in his throat.
‘I don’t want you to go,’ you whispered brokenly as you wrapped your entire body around his, as if you would be able to prevent them from leaving as long as you didn’t let go. The two of you fell asleep wrapped around each other, not willing to let go for a single second.
The next day, you stood on the doorstep of the house with a fake smile on your face as you waved at Jack as the car set off down the road. You looked at Aaron just in time to see him mouth the words ‘I love you’ and you blew a kiss back before the car turned the corner out of sight. You walked back into the house, closing the door behind you and curling up on the sofa, letting heart-wrenching sobs leave your body as you inhaled the familiar scent of Aaron that always seemed to cling onto the fabric.
You heard the front door open and close again and you didn’t even have it in you to see who it was. You only looked up when you felt a familiar hand on your arm and you looked up to see Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia in front of you.
‘We’ll catch him, (Y/N),’ Spencer said, running his hand comfortingly against your arm. ‘We’ll catch him and then they can come home.’
Your two friends left you cry until you were pretty sure you had no tears left in your body. ‘I’ll go make you some tea,’ Penelope said, squeezing your hand and walking into the kitchen.
You sat up on the sofa and your eyes caught sight of the framed picture of you and Aaron dancing at Will and JJ’s wedding. You noticed that there was a small box with an envelope sitting on top of it beside the picture and you looked over at Spencer who gave you a sad smile as his eyes followed your movements. You walked over and picked the box up. Inside, was nestled a beautiful silver engagement ring that had Aaron’s name inscribed on the inside of the band. Choking back a sob, you opened the envelope and read the note:
My Sweet Girl,
This isn’t the way I was hoping to propose but I figured we could both use a little bit of hope. This ring proves to you that I will be coming home to you so I can officially make you Mrs Hotchner. I’ve got a matching ring with your name inscribed so that, even though we’re apart, we’ve still got each other close. I love you, my sweet girl.
‘(Y/N)?’ You heard Spencer ask and you realised you must have been quiet for a long time. You looked up and you felt yourself fill with determination and anger. Anger at the fact that Aaron and Jack have had to leave just to be safe and determination that you were going to get them both back. You slipped the ring onto your finger, taking a second to admire the perfect fit before looking up at Spencer.
‘We’re going to catch Peter Lewis fast and bring my boys home.’
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TWINcognito mode Part 4 (Tim and Danny Pretend to be Twins AU) (is it still pretending if they genuinely consider each other as twins?)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, AO3
Danny had a bandage on his hand.
Tim stared at it, then his twin, then the hospital room around them, and finally at Jason.
“Jason what the fuck,” he breathed quietly, gesturing helplessly at the hospital patient on the bed.
“No, you’re what the fuck,” Jason hissed, shoving a finger in Tim’s chest, “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Well fuck you Replacement, I know where you keep your precious BatMobile and I’m not afraid to torch it.”
How the hell did Jason know where the secret BatMobile was?
Wait, not important.
“Danny, you good?” Tim asked, pushing Jason’s hand away and moving towards his probably slightly high twin, “Did he cut off any fingers?” Did Tim have to cut off any of Jason’s in return?
Because he’d do it. He’d do it in a fucking heartbeat.
Jason could stand to lose a few fingers.
Danny’s too-wide eyes gazed into his, and then the little shit started giggling nonstop.
“Oh yeah, they gave him morphine. Did it even though I told them that giving a meta morphine is a bad idea, but I think they thought he was you, so. They learned the hard way.”
There was energy dancing in arcs around Danny’s fingertips, and Tim was fairly certain he knew that the fake incident of blasting a hole in the wall had just become a real one.
“Tim?” Danny asked, reaching out and burning the lapel he’d managed to grab with the energy running unchecked through his hands.
Tim was so suing the hospital for this.
“Yes, Danny?” He sighed, delicately removing the sparking appendage from his clothes.
“Tim, I think I broke a wall.”
“That’s fine, they deserved it for not listening to your medical proxy.”
Tim heard Jason distantly give a flat “What”.
It was fine, a few seconds of typing and it’d look like Jason had always been a listed emergency contact and medical proxy. He could figure out how to explain that to Bruce later.
He’d also need one of Jason’s aliases.
“Everything is moving, and the ceiling is melting.”
Tim frowned. Usually when he saw shit like that it meant-
-Danny abruptly leaned forward and emptied his stomach on Tim’s shoes.
Tim squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the sound of Jason’s hysterical laughter.
He could also hear a few shutter clicks, god damn it, one of the vultures had trailed in after him.
"Jason, two mill to play bodyguard and handle the vulture behind me."
The laughter stopped abruptly, and Jason went after the paparazzi with far too much enthusiasm.
Tim listened to the distant sound of a bone breaking and agonized screams as he reached forward and rubbed Danny's back.
Danny whined, leaning into his stomach.
"Don't worry; I've got everything handled," Tim was already texting his team of lawyers in one group chat and the Wayne Industries PR team in another.
He'd take care of it; taking care of family was what he did best.
~~~~~~
The phone rang exactly twice before it was picked up.
“Bruce Wayne speaking,” Bruce Wayne answered, not really paying attention to his work phone as he focused on the blueprints to Black Masks newest HQ in front of him.
“Mr. Wayne, we understand that you have a good working relationship with us at the Daily Planet, for all that we’re from your sister city,” a nervous voice sounded on the other side, and Bruce was suddenly paying attention, “And we were wondering if you would be willing to have an interview concerning Tim Drake-Wayne’s hidden twin? The public has many questions, and you know that we’ll treat the story with the respect it des-”
“Danny doesn’t like reporters,” Bruce lied through his teeth; he had no idea what Danny did or did not like, and he would address the lack of press coverage later once he found out what was going on, “How did this get out?”
“Ah, well there may have been a slight incident at the local hospital, and it’s a little hard to hide a wall with a hole blown in it from a high meta.”
What.
“What hospital?”
The line went quiet.
“I…I’m feeling a bit like I’ve just ratted them out, sir.”
“I’m their father, it’s fine; what hospital?”
“Gotham General, sir. Mr. Daniel’s bodyguard broke a paparazzi’s legs as well, so…there’s also questions about using excessive force.”
Bruce allowed himself a moment to close his eyes and lament his quiet evening.
That was Jason. That was 100% Jason. This was absolutely something that had happened between the twins and Jason that they hadn’t wanted Bruce to know.
“I’ll get back to you on that interview,” Bruce said, hanging up without waiting for so much as a goodbye.
Without a word, he walked out of the BatCave and headed towards the garage, trying to occupy his mind to steer it away from imagining catastrophic injuries.
How unfortunate that his brain was insistent on catastrophizing something, and if it wasn’t allowed to imagine injuries, it was going to find something else.
Danny had been largely unknown to the press.
Gotham press Bruce could understand; they would understand the unspoken rule laid out by Janet and Jack to Not Talk About The Twin. But Metropolis news? They wouldn’t care at all.
There would have been reports on it. The Daily Planet would have called to ask for a story on property damage, not about the ‘hidden twin’.
There were other inconsistencies.
There were no pictures of Danny in the Manor, aside from the new one on the mantel that Alfred had managed to get the boy to sit still for. However, he was in the background of all of the photos he’d found of the Drake family online.
If it wasn’t for Barbara stating that she knew him, and for Tim’s easy familial interactions with him, Bruce would swear that Danny really hadn’t existed prior to-
…
Danny hadn’t existed.
He didn’t want to consider the possibility that Barbara lied, but if he did…
Tim enjoyed pranks. Danny was confirmed to have been captured by Ra’s. Danny had escaped. Tim had found Danny. More than likely, they had moved forward from there, and Tim was prone to becoming obsessively protective of family, and Danny was…
Ra’s had reached into a different dimension and grabbed that universe’s version of Tim. Except he hadn’t, because in that universe Tim had been born with an identical twin, and it would have been an easy mistake for someone not expecting that.
Tim and Barbara were trying their hardest to make sure that Danny had a place in this universe. They were trying their hardest to keep him.
Tim was absolutely not researching how to send Danny back; if he had been, he would have started refusing cases for the sake of research.
Bruce hauled himself into his car, started it, and took a moment to rest his forehead on the steering wheel.
He understood it, really. He did.
Danny fit into their family like a missing puzzle piece; he belonged with them.
But Danny was from a different dimension. He had to go home, no matter how much they wanted him to stay. His version of Bruce was probably tearing the laws of reality apart to get him back.
Bruce would do the same for any of his children, especially if it had been a kidnapping and not an accident.
Bruce sighed and slammed the car into reverse.
He didn’t have enough evidence, he would have to ask for further information.
And how he loathed admitting he did not know something.
In the meantime, he called the one person he would never have thought he’d have to ask for help.
He called John Constantine and told him, as Batman, that the Wayne family had a situation.
~~~~~~
John hated the rich.
Unless they were paying him, of course.
Which Bruce bloody Wayne would, if he wanted his help.
It had taken a bit of wandering, fending off hospital security, and walking past a smoking hole in a wall-fucking Gotham-before he’d managed to convince someone to just guide him to the room in question.
And because John was a snoop, and he knew he was, he stopped outside the door to listen in.
“-I know you’re from a different dimension, Danny, we just want to help you go back.”
“I don’t understand what I did wrong, why do you want to kill me?”
“Bruce what the fuck-”
“Old Man you’ve got it wrong-”
“John Constantine is on the way to pinpoint what Dimension you’re from. Danny, this hurts, I don’t want to do this, but you have to go back home.”
“But if you do that I’ll die!”
“Yeah Bruce he’ll-wait you’ll what? What?! Back the fuck up Old Man!”
“B, calm down. Your conclusion is inaccurate and you need to step back.”
“Danny, stop overreacting; your version of Bruce is probably very worried.”
Well this sounded like a lovely family conversation to walk into.
He opened the door without any fanfare and…yup. Rich people.
There was a revenant standing in front of an eldritch being waving an unused IV pole at Bruce Wayne while the CEO of Wayne Industries was trying to pull the old CEO away from the people in front of him.
Bruce Wayne was not moving.
“Right, so…I’m here to take a look at the…” John trailed off, finally getting a good look at the eldritch thing behind the revenant.
That was no kid.
That was an Ancient.
That was not just an Ancient.
That was the High King of the Infinite Realms, trapped in a mortal body and shackled to life.
This was not a God of Death, this was The God of Death; but tiny and human. Tiny, human, and for some unknown reason had chosen the Wayne family to live his life with.
John wasn’t going to pretend to know what went on in the mind of an Ancient Spirit turned God, but he did know how to take in what was in front of him.
The soul was seamlessly integrated into the body, only barely leaking out. There was a tether, presumably to the Infinite Realms, for the overflow of power that the mortal body could not handle. This looked like any other reincarnation, but with something more powerful than a normal soul.
Which meant that this was deliberate, and usually the reincarnated only held bare bone memories of their past life. If John actually did send the kid back to his home dimension, it was literally going to kill him. The only way for the tiny Royal in front of him to go back was through dying.
For all intents and purposes, this was just a kid. A kid acting as the eyes for a literal God.
And Bruce Wayne was about to royally fuck up said God’s judgment of their world.
“Wayne,” John whispered, eyes not leaving the Royal in front of him, “Wayne, we need to talk.”
“Ah, Mr. Constantine, you’re here. If you could-”
“Wayne,” John snapped, voice hoarse, “Get your bloody arse out of the bloody room right bloody now and listen to me!” by the end of his demand, John was not ashamed to admit that his voice had started hitting some very high notes.
Bruce Wayne’s eyes widened, and the fool finally acquiesced.
“Why is that guy always so gross?” He heard behind him as he closed the door.
He elected to ignore it in favor of setting the pompous rich arse in front of him straight.
“He isn’t lying; you send him back to his home dimension, he dies.”
Wayne looked stricken. Good. Now he had his attention.
“He’s a reincarnated soul from the Infinite Realms, and for whatever reason he decided that your family was the one he wanted to have. Why is he this old and a twin to someone who did not have a twin before? No idea. Not my business. But Wayne,” John walked forward, resting his hand on the man's chest before gripping his suit and yanking him down to eye level, “That kid is acting as the Eyes of a God. If you bugger this up, you bugger us up.”
John let the man go and walked away, throwing his business card over his shoulder.
“The JLD will keep in touch.”
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Tim had miscalculated.
Danny was still too high to be of any use.
Jason’s eyes were a luminescent green, so his cognitive faculties were essentially gone as well. Honestly it wasn’t a huge loss on his part, he doubted Jason would have had valuable input anyways.
His only saving grace was the occultist that had actually done something useful; he’d bought Tim time.
A quick text to Barbara that Bruce had catastrophized into the worst case scenario, again, and Tim got to work.
He stripped out of his suit jacket and pointed at Danny, catching Jason’s eyes.
“We’re switching places; help him undress and escort him out. Pay raise to-”
“You don’t have to pay me fucking money to make sure one of my brothers isn’t killed, Replacement,” Jason snarled, dropping the IV stand and turning to make quick work of Danny’s hoodie.
Danny tried to help, really, he did, but he couldn’t seem to find the coordination for it.
Regardless, in the three minutes it took for Constantine to lay into Bruce, he and Danny had managed to not only swap clothes, but to place an identical bandage on Tim’s hand.
Jason had only just managed to get Danny’s hair in the same style as Tim had when he’d walked in before they heard the door start to open again.
Jason took a half step back and placed himself squarely in front of the twins.
Tim was not surprised.
Jason's second worst nightmare, after all, was Bruce becoming a version of Willis he could not protect his siblings from.
From the look on Bruce’s face, he knew it, too.
Tim curled his hand around the batarang he’d hidden up his sleeve, fully prepared to do what he could to buy even more time for whoever Barbara had called as reinforcement to arrive.
But Tim didn’t get a chance to do that, because between one second and the next he was outside and being handed off to Kon by an only slightly winded Bart.
“Guys,” he started, feeling the migraine starting to build.
“It’s okay Danny we’ll break you out of Gotham and then Tim can come with you and then you can live with us forever because Speedsters are the best and-”
“Oracle said you’d been dosed with morphine, so I’m gonna have to carry you like Tim for a bit man. Sorry.”
“Guys-” Tim tried, but was manhandled into Kon’s arms.
“Don’t you worry about a thing Dantheman we’re gonna make sure you’re safe and then you can share your house with Kon because no one messes with Kon and you’ll be safe forever and-”
“You have the wrong twin, buffoons,” a young voice cut through, drawing their attention to the youngest Wayne.
Damian looked thoroughly unimpressed.
The look deepened when they heard the fire alarms start going off in the hospital that were more than likely, statistically speaking, courtesy of Jason.
“Come, Timothy; we must clean up the mess your poor planning has made,” the little demon brat ordered imperiously, turning on his heel and marching into the chaotic hospital.
Tim managed to wriggle out of Kon’s hold and patted his chest.
“Thanks, man,” he sighed, mentally preparing himself for the bullshit he was about to walk into.
Kon gave his shoulder a squeeze.
“I’ve decided that I’m gonna hang out in Gotham for a bit; just call my name if you need me, bro.”
Oh, Tim would.
He paused as he watched a very familiar motorcycle tear down the street.
In fact, Tim was tempted to call for Kon right that very moment.
“Timothy!”
…But he would have to face the consequences of his actions first.
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Reader hits Jason with a lunch tray and Eddie falls in love with reader because violent women😍
love at first swing
summary: reader ends up being badass so how can eddie not fall in love ??
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 1060
warnings: jason.
part two. part three. masterlist
With Eddie Munson being present in the cafeteria one can always assume that his theartics will ensue. [Y/N] never really interacted with Eddie. Not because she saw him as a freak. Oh no. She could never see him as one. [Y/N] harboured a little crush on Eddie since they had both been introduced to one another back when they started middle school together. Sometimes [Y/N] wondered if her peers were blind or stupid or maybe even both. To [Y/N], Eddie was everything. She adored his smile, those big brown eyes of his, the way he got excited to talk about Dungeons and Dragons and his favourite songs by heavy metal bands he was a fan of.
Though she had a crush on him [Y/N] felt nervous to interact with him. Usually she has this confident aura surrounding her. But when it comes to Eddie? That was wiped away in an instant.
[Y/N]’s hands gripped her lunch tray as she made her way over to the table that was knowingly claimed by her friends. Which also happened to be one table away from the Hellfire clubs table.
“That’s what’s killing the kids!” Eddie exclaimed loudly as he ran off the table and up to [Y/N] just as she was about to walk past his table.
[Y/N] shyly smiled at his usual antics. Eddie stopped for a second before he swiftly moved aside with a bow and one arm outstretched.
“Sorry.” He apologised as he quickly scratched the side of his neck.
“No worries.”
[Y/N]’s friends watched as she quickly joined them at their table. All of them have knowing smiles on their faces. [Y/N] knew that they would end up teasing her.
“You are so smitten, [Y/N].” One commented. “He literally sucks out all of your confidence.”
“I’m surprised that no one else has caught on!” Another noted.
“Guys come on!” [Y/N] exclaimed, whilst being unable to wipe the smile off of her face.
“Okay okay! We’ll stop.” One says in defeat before speaking again. “For now!”
The whole table bursts into laughter and [Y/N] can’t help but join in. She was glad that they were accepting of this crush. [Y/N] was sure that if it was anyone else they would look at her with disgust. Conversation soon filled the table and plans for the weekend were being made.
“He’s such a fucking freak.” Jason said to his basketball team.
[Y/N]’s head snaps over to his table. She wasn’t sure if that comment was meant for the table only or if he had intended on other people hearing it.
“That freak has got to go. Along with his little Satan club. We have got to stop him from dragging unsuspecting people into that cult.” The last word was said with disgust.
Insults continued to spew from the jocks mouth. Each word gets louder and louder. [Y/N] could tell that Eddie was hearing these things by the way his shoulders slightly stiffened. Hands quickly moved to clear her lunch tray. [Y/N]’s friends looked over at her curiously before putting two and two together. Protests left their mouths as she approached Jason with an empty lunch tray in hand.
“Hi Jason. Can I talk to you for a second?” [Y/N] asked with fake politeness, along with a faux smile on her face.
“Sure?” Jason agreed in confusion and promptly moved them a few steps away from his table.
“I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re a piece of shit.”
“What?”
Before Jason had a chance to react, [Y/N] harshly swung her lunch tray at his head. The collision caused him to stumble slightly on his feet. [Y/N] dropped the tray on the ground, noticing that there was now a little crack on it and Jason would most likely be sporting a bruise soon.
“It was nice talking to you. And maybe think twice about what words decide to leave your mouth. You wouldn’t want to see what else I can do if you keep talking like that about Eddie, right?” [Y/N] said before turning on her heel and walking back to her friends.
“I can’t believe you did that [Y/N]!” One of her friends exclaimed once [Y/N] sat back down.
“What? Jason’s a dick and needed some sense knocked into him!” [Y/N] retorted.
“Can’t argue with you there.”
Eddie had witnessed the whole thing of course. As did the rest of the cafeteria. Whereas most of the students were discussing what happened with hate on their faces. Eddie was sure that the hate was directed towards [Y/N]. After all she did just hit the most loved student at Hawkins High and defended the freak of Hawkins.
Now Eddie looked over at [Y/N], frozen in his seat. He never thought that someone would defend him. And look hot whilst doing so. God how hadn’t he noticed how attractive she was before? The way [Y/N] smiled and laughed with her friends after what had happened. How the light seemed to make her seem so angelic. Her eyes th-
“Eddie? Earth to Eddie?” Gareth tried to get Eddie's attention.
“Anyone home?” Mike asked.
Eddie took a deep breath before looking away from [Y/N]. His heart suddenly felt empty at the action. The members of the Hellfire club all made eye contact with one another before a look of realisation fell on everyone's face.
Mumbles of: “He’s done for.”, “We’ve lost him.”, “Someone’s in love!”. Filled the table.
“Shut up!” Eddie exclaimed, as he threw his hands up in the air. “Now I might suddenly harbour some interest in her. Now I never thought I’d be one for “love at first sight”. Or I guess it would be “love at first swing” in this case. But I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
“They grow up so fast…” Dustin wiped a non-existent tear from his eyes as Jeff patted his shoulder.
Eddie rolled his eyes before he continued his little speech.
“I do know one thing though.” Eddie rested his chin on his hand with a smile and glanced over at [Y/N] who smiled at him for the second time since lunch had started. “I’m going to make her mine.”
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Fuck It Friday - retail!AU
It's been a hot second, hasn't it? I'm having such a good time writing this silly little fic, I hope you all enjoy this next snippet!
“Think you could get Josh to approve my supply order?” Eddie asked as he tied the bag shut. “I think the fire marshal will actually shut us down if we don’t have working fire alarms.” He shook out the next one to place in the barrel by the door. “And I can’t even say I blame him if he does. Even if he seems a bit overzealous.”
“Oh my god,” May slammed the drawer closed and looked over at him with a spark of juicy gossip in her eyes. “Did you know that Abby used to sleep with him?”
Eddie blinked, “The… what? No!”
“The tall hot one, right? With the birthmark over his eye?”
“Yes!”
“She slept with him!”
“Wasn’t she, like… fifty?”
“Forty-seven, actually.” May corrected and nodded eagerly. “But, yes! And he was, like, twenty-something when they started it. She’d do it so that we got a passing grade or something, but it never worked.” She scrunched up her face. “Well, okay, I think it worked, like… once or twice but… one day his sister comes in and just tears into her, you know? There’s a ton of customers around, she says something about Abby being old enough to be his mom, about how he could have lost his job, just, like… a whole thing.”
Eddie’s eyes were almost permanently wide, “What the fuck?”
“I know!” May laughed. “Abby was white as a sheet! Josh almost fired her because of it.”
“That….” Slowly, Eddie shook his head. “That seems a little extreme.”
“Oh, god, no. Like… Abby wouldn’t leave him alone. He’d come in to do an inspection and it was constant innuendo from her. Turns out they did it in her office once and that’s a blatant disregard of rules. And it sucks so much, because he’s actually a really sweet guy. He adored her.”
“We’re talking about the same guy that marked us down because our rafters that no one can reach were dusty?”
“He’s a little anal about his job,” May shrugged. “But he knows all of our names. When my parents were going through their divorce and I had a really tough time during one of his inspections and started crying, he stopped what he was doing to make sure I was okay, you know?”
“That just seems like basic human decency.” Eddie shook his head with a laugh.
“Abby was the problem there,” May hummed and fixed him with a look. “The Marshal is actually really cool. He always left Josh his notes when I was running the place and said the team was doing the best they could with what they had. He could have fined us every single visit.”
“Yeah, well, the guy still gave us a twenty-three percent.” Eddie scoffed. “I don’t plan on singing his praises anytime soon.”
“Uh-huh,” May squinted at him with a laugh. “We’ll see about that after a few meetings.”
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Dirty Secrets - Pierre Gasly x reader - Part Three
Read Part Two here
Pierre Gasly x female!reader
Summary: Summary: Being the golden girl of Mercedes was easy when your dad was Toto Wolff. You’d been his Personal Assistant for a while with no problems until Pierre Gasly started to sneak around with you. Toto would kill him if he found out he was sleeping around with his daughter. Let’s just hope you have a good concealer to hide those marks Pierre leaves on your neck every night.
Word Count: 4K
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of friends passing, religious talk (Christianity), cocky Pierre??? Smut 18+++ (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing
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You couldn’t quite believe he’d managed to find your address. If there was anyone who could find your address it would be Pierre. He was a cocky little shit who always seemed to get what he wanted and here he was getting exactly what he wanted, you.
He didn’t take long to respond, no surprise there.
Pierre: It suits you x
You: You haven’t seen it on me yet x
Pierre: Yet x
You: How did you find my address? X
Pierre: Being a driver has its perks x
You: Tell me Gasly x
Pierre: Told Lewis you’d left something of yours at mine and that you would need it back before you got home. Asked if I could have your address to send it and well, he evidently gave it to me x
You: Little shit x
Pierre: You would have complained if I’d given it to you in person x
You: True but I still have to hide it x
Pierre: It’s just underwear x
You: With your fucking name on it x
Pierre: So? X
You: So I’ll be killed if they find it x
Pierre: You are an adult you know x
You: I’m aware but it’s still the name of an F1 driver that happens to drive for a rival team x
Pierre: Makes things more exciting x
You: You’re not wrong there x
Pierre: Have you tried them on yet? X
You: Nope x
Your eyes went back to the box, the material was staring you straight in the face. You had to try them on. Sure it would boost Pierre’s ego when he saw you in them or even if he knew you were wearing them but it was so pretty not too besides, maybe you liked the idea of his name on your underwear.
Throwing off the clothes you had on you held the dainty material up to the light, smiling as it seemed to dance in your hand, eager to be worn. With caution, you stepped into the material. It clung to your body perfectly. Pierre had taste that’s for sure. The colour complimented you perfectly. The lace material was dotted with flowers in the Alphatauri colours, his name was carefully embroidered with a deep red colour, making it stand out against the lace. It was beautiful. The bra pushed your boobs up, not enough to be a push-up bra but enough to draw attention to them from the right eyes.
You didn’t need to think twice about your next move. Waltzing over to the mirror you captured a photo of yourself in the stunning material and sent it to Pierre.
Pierre: Jesus you’re trying to kill me x
Pierre: God you look so beautiful, promise me you’ll wear it when we’re back at work? X
You: We’ll see Gasly x
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When Pierre sent you that lingerie set you thought that would be the end of your conversation and that the pair of you would wait until the week you returned to the track to talk and get into one another's pants again but you were wrong. Pierre continued to text you throughout the weeks, asking how your day was and what your plans were. You found yourself smiling at his texts, something you were thankful that Toto didn’t pick up on.
The next race was being held at the Red Bull Ring, you wouldn’t tell your Dad this but the track was pretty and decent for the straights. Something you needed Mercedes to thrive on if you wanted them to win.
Since your little lie about Lewis, Toto kept you close and rather busy. Always getting him coffee and gathering his paperwork for meetings. He was clearly stressed about this race, Red Bull would evidently want to win considering it was the Red Bull Ring.
“They’ll be fine.” You sat alongside your dad in the garage. The race was set to start, drivers were getting ready to get into their cars and start their formation lap. “You know they will.”
“I know.” Toto leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he huffed. “I just don’t want them to take any unnecessary risks, you know Verstappen will.”
“You can’t accuse him of things when it hasn’t happened yet, not to mention he's not the only one who’s taken unnecessary risks, both Lewis and Valtteri have done it before, more than once.”
“Defending Red Bull all of a sudden?” He arched his brows in confusion at you. “Why the sudden change?”
“Because we should stay neutral and even you know that.” You sent him a look. “If you get caught slating Red Bull you’ll be in the shit.”
He let out a light chuckle before turning the screen before him. “You’re learning.”
“Doesn’t take a genius to work that out.” Winking you followed his actions and looked back at the screen before you both, putting your headset on as Lewis and Valtteri got into their cars. Your eyes glanced to the track outside and you caught the gaze of Pierre Gasly. He smirked your way as he walked to his car, not caring if anyone was looking at the two of you.
Eventually, you tore your gaze away from him. You were yet to spend time with him, Toto had made you far too busy to even think about sleeping with him. He’d been texting you as much as he could, he even called you one night when you were in your hotel room, that way Toto or Susie couldn’t hear the French man on the other line. The thing that stuck out to you was that most calls didn’t turn sexual. He always just wanted to sit there and have a conversation with you whether it be about the race or just life in general.
Maybe he didn’t just want to sleep with you.
The race had started. Hamilton got a good start, pulling away from Verstappen as the two Ferrari's collided with one another breaking the rear wing of Vettel’s car, meaning both Ferrari's had to retire their cars. Your eyes kept flicking over to see where Pierre was, he wasn’t doing as well as you had hoped he would be. Hoping he got into the top ten so that your Dad would take notice of him, maybe it would ease the anger if he ever found out what the two of you were up to.
In the sixty-sixth lap, Valtteri had to defend Max as best he could but Max wasn’t going to back down easily. The pair weren’t giving up and that pissed your Dad off.
“Fucking prick just let him pass -”
“Bottas will overtake him on the straights, he has pace and if he does he just needs to keep it up until the end and that way he’ll get second.” You hit back. “They’re racing, calm down.”
Susie let out a laugh at your words. “You can tell she’s your daughter, no one would dare tell you to calm down.”
“He needs to learn.” You smiled back at her before turning to Toto. “They’ll be fine.” You kept a smile on your lips. “They know what they’re doing.”
You were right. Bottas managed to hold off Max and secured second whilst Max secured third with Lewis taking P1. Meanwhile, Pierre had finished fifteenth, something you knew he wouldn’t be happy about and your facial expression mirrored that.
“What’s wrong with you?” Toto asked, taking his headset off.
“Nothing.”
“You look like someone just slapped you across the face.”
“A man of many compliments Dad, thank you.” You followed his actions and started to take off to the podium. “I’m fine.”
“You know if there is something on your mind you can tell me.” He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as he kissed the top of your head.
“I know.” You smiled up at him as the pair of you walked together.
You’d been left by your Mum not long after you’d been born which meant Toto was left to raise you whilst he tried to balance his career. You had grown up around cars, your home was basically the tracks so it really isn’t a surprise you wanted to go into Formula 1. You had albums full of photos of you and Toto on the tracks and photos of you celebrating your birthday with him and other engineers throughout the years.
Being around just Toto for all of your life meant you and him were extremely close. He’d taught you everything you knew and not only was he your father but he was your best friend. Even when he married and had children he always put you first, he never wanted you to feel like you were pushed aside when he moved on with his life. He would always put you first, no matter what. So much so that he asked you to stay and complete some work in his office which took you longer than usual.
A knock at the door grabbed your attention as you filled out some paperwork, presuming it was your Dad you allowed them to come in, only that it wasn’t Toto or any Mercedes worker at the matter, it was Pierre.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” You snapped at the sight of him, getting up and slamming the door shut so no one could see you both.
“Came to see you obviously.” He spoke like it was evident. “I haven’t seen you all weekend.”
“Dad has me slaving away over all this paperwork.” You huffed, throwing yourself down on his desk chair, gesturing to the piles of paper on the desk. “How did you know I was here?”
“Overheard Toto ask if you could finish things up, I stayed in the garage waiting to see if you’d finish rather fast and well, you didn’t, so I came to check up on you.”
“Who knew Pierre Gasly could be so sweet?” You mocked him before turning back to your work.
“I do try darling.” He stalked over to you before pulling the chair away from the desk and standing between it. “I’m glad you liked your set too.”
“You have taste Gasly.”
“Oh, I’m aware.”
“Well done today.”
“For what?” He arched his brow.
“The race.”
“I was shit.” He huffed. “Fifteenth isn’t what I’m aiming for.”
“Better than not finishing.”
He let out a small smile. “You have a point.” He looked down at you, his eyes scanning your body before going back to your eyes. “You look beautiful today although the shirt looks a bit shit.” He smirked at the sight of your Mercedes shirt.
“I must admit yours feels nicer.” You smirked back at him.
“You still have it?”
“Of course,” Your smirk grew. “What else would I sleep in?”
“So you’ve slept in my shirt every single day after I gave it to you?”
“Well yeah, other than when I had to wash it which is a shame because it no longer smells like you.”
“I’ll give you another whilst I wash and spray the other with my cologne.”
“At that point, I’ll have an entire collection.”
“And would you complain?”
“Never.” As you spoke Pierre leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. He deepened it slightly but never in a lustful way. If anything it was a loving kiss that part of you longed to feel again.
Pierre didn’t make any sexual advances toward you as you worked He just sat on the edge of the desk, watching as you worked and asking you questions about the photos of you in Toto’s office.
“What about this one?” He pointed to a frame that included a photo of you holding Jack when he was born.
“That was when Jack was born, Susie and Toto’s son.” You smiled warmly at the photo, something Pierre noticed. “He’s one of four.”
“Four?”
“Hmm, altogether there are four of us, I’m the oldest and Toto had two children in his previous marriage and one with Susie.”
“Did you ever get on well with the other two?”
“I did but not like Jack.” You smiled. “Jack is more like a sibling than the others, he always finds a way to annoy yet make me smile. He’s a good kid.”
“You seem close with him.” Pierre smiled as you spoke.
“I am, Susie too but I think I’m too old to call her Mum.” The pair of you let out small laughs at your words.
“I dunno she might appreciate it.” Pierre shrugged before turning to the next frame. “What about this one?” He pointed to a photo of you and Toto in fits of laughter at his wedding. You smiled back at the memory before speaking.
“So when Toto married Susie she asked me to be her maid of honour but Toto wanted me to be his best man so I went to the wedding in a bridesmaid dress with a suit jacket over the top to give the signature best man look and then took it off throughout the night so I could still look like a bridesmaid that wasn’t stealing her father's jacket and in that photo, he told me it would be my wedding next and well, from the photo you can tell I didn’t believe him.”
Pierre smiled alongside you as you finished. “That’s really cute.” He took a second to think. “You know Charles and I always used to argue who would be best man at Anthoine’s wedding.” You saw the sadness in his eyes as he mentioned his good friend. “We always said we’d see who won a Championship first and go from there, or flip a coin.”
“He’d be so proud of you.”
Pierre was thankful for your words, he always was ever since you found him crying outside the Red Bull garage that weekend. It was the worst weekend of his life yet he still managed to crack a smile in your presence, something he’d never forget.
“I hope he would be.”
“I know he would be.” You took his hand into yours, swiping your thumb across the top. Pierre took his hand into yours and pulled it up to his lips, planting a kiss on the back.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me Gasly.”
“I do.” He paused as he kept his eyes on you. “That weekend was the worst weekend of my life and I felt so alone. I felt like I had no one. I prayed to God that he would help me and as I muttered that I felt someone wrap their arms around me, never thought God would send me a Mercedes girl.”
“I have been told I can be an angel.” You smiled.
“Well my angel, you certainly aren’t in the bedroom, more of a devil in there.” Pierre winked as a sudden knock at the door made the pair of you lose your grip on one another.
“y/n?” It was Toto.
“Shit!” You whisper yelled at Pierre as the French man jumped off of your Dad’s desk. “One second!” You called back, scanning the room for Pierre to hide somewhere. Your eyes landed on the tall cupboard which Toto used to store old papers and random things he had no place for. “Get in there -”
“How the fuck do you expect me to fit?” Pierre snapped back.
“It’s tall enough!”
“There’s not enough room!”
“Then make room!” You shoved the driver into the cupboard, slamming the door shut before calling back out to Toto. “Come in!”
“Are you okay?” He met your gaze, a confused look plastered across his face.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Could have sworn I heard you talking to someone.”
“Probably just me talking to myself about this work.” You sent him a reassuring smile. “Is there something you need?”
“It’s getting late, Susie and I are going to head to dinner in about half an hour if you want to join us?”
“Sure!” You answered a little too quickly and perhaps a little too enthusiastically, just wanting Toto to leave so you could let Pierre out of the cupboard. “I’ll umm… be ready soon, I’ve just gotta clean up these papers and I’ll come back to the hotel and meet you both.”
“Perfect.” He smiled. “Don’t be long.”
“I won’t!” You called after him as he shut the door. As the door clicked Pierre fell from the cupboard in a fit of laughter as he lay on the floor, his leg still tangled within the shelves. “Pierre!” You yelled at him but your laughter took over.
“You really stumble over your words when you get nervous.” He smiled up at you. “It’s cute.”
“Yeah well, maybe I wouldn’t stumble over my words if there wasn’t a French driver hiding in my Dad’s office.” You smiled as you held your hand out for him to take so you could help him up. Pierre smirked at the gesture, he grabbed your hand and pulled you down to the floor with him. You landed on his chest, surprised that he didn’t hurt himself at the force he pulled you down.
“Thirty minutes…” He smirked. “That’s plenty of time…”
“You’re really going to fuck me in my Dad’s office?”
“I’d fuck you over one of the cars if I could.”
“You could easily do that…”
“Oh yeah?” He leaned in closer, cupping your jaw as he spoke. “Maybe we should try it out one day.” With a smirk, you pushed him fully onto his back before straddling him.
“If you’re brave enough for that Gasly.” You took off your shirt revealing the bra he’d bought you.
“Fuck…” His hands ran up your sides, his fingers tracing the material. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“I know.” Your confidence made Pierre smile as you leaned down and took your lips into his. Pierre kissed you with urgency, his hips bucking up into yours as his hands went to your hair, deepening the kiss. His bottom lip tugged yours, slipping his tongue inside as you moaned at his advances. You started to grind down onto him, only making him want you more.
“Come on mon amour, we don’t have long…” Pierre pulled back and removed his shirt, discarding it alongside yours before helping you take off your jeans. Pierre thought he’d died and gone to heaven when he saw you were wearing the matching underwear, the underwear with his name on it. “You are going to be the death of me…”
You leaned in and started to tug on his ear before moving to kiss his jawline. “Well if you go to heaven I’m sure your angel will be there waiting to greet you and if you go to hell well… your devil will be there to welcome you too.”
“You were made for me.” Pierre connected his lips back to yours as he sat up, wrapping his hands around your body. “Go sit on the desk.” You jumped off his lap before sliding onto the desk. Pierre discarded his trousers as he walked towards you, only in his boxers as he pushed everything off the desk. You watched as the papers and photos fell to the floor.
“You know I have to clean that all up -”
“No, you won’t.” He kissed your lips. “You go to dinner and I’ll clean.”
“And if you get caught?”
“I won’t.” He started to kiss down your neck before speaking again. “My name looks so good on your skin.”
“Might have to get another set.” You teased him. “I have a few in mind…”
“Surprise me next time.” He winked as he pulled your underwear aside. “Too pretty to fuck you without them on. His fingers started to tease your clit causing your head to fall back against the wall, letting out a small moan at his actions. “God, you’re so wet…”
“Hard not to be when you’re around.”
Pierre smirked as he took off his boxers. Lining himself up he held your jaw in his hands so he could watch your eyes widen as he sunk himself into you. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling. “That’s my good girl… taking me so well…”
“Fuck…” You whispered out. “Pierre please fuck me…” That was all he needed to continue, Pierre would normally start off slow, well he did last time but considering he didn’t have the entire night to fuck you he didn't waste any time. He slammed his hips into you, forcing you back into the wall.
His hands went to your throat and hips, fucking you at a steady pace whilst he made you look at him. He loved looking straight at you whilst your mind started to fog as he fucked you into oblivion. He kept a fast pace as he moved his hand away from your throat and down to your clit, toying with it as he did before, only adding to your pleasure.
“My name looks so good on you.” He picked the pace up. “Such a dirty girl with my name on your skin knowing I drive for the rival team… not to mention you sleep in my clothes every night. God, I wish you were with me every night.”
“You’d never sleep if I was with you.” You moaned out as you felt that familiar feeling build in your stomach.
“A small price to pay to experience heaven every day.” He started to kiss up to your neck, biting down gently, making you jump every time his teeth met your skin which only encouraged him.
“Don’t leave marks -”
“Why not?” He smiled against your skin. “I need the grid to know that you’re mine.”
“I have to go to dinner soon -”
“And? Those waiters who hit on you might think twice when they see who you belong to.” Pierre bit down, the sudden pain made your hands run through his hair, tugging at the strands as you bucked your hips into him. The sensation made him hiss against your skin, you could tell he was close and you were too.
“Pierre I’m close…”
“I know.” He whispered back, his head moving from your neck as he took in the fresh new mark on your neck, displayed for everyone to see since the other had healed. “You gonna cum all around me baby?”
“Yes Pierre fuck…” Your head fell back put Pierre threaded his hands through your hair pulling your face down to look at him.
“Cum for me then.” He connected his lips with yours as you came around him, moaning as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer as he fucked you through your high. As you finished Pierre came, you could have sworn you’d cum again just at his light moans and the feeling of him finishing inside of you.
He rested his head in the crook of your neck, still inside of you as your nails traced his back. “I want to go again…” He whispered.
“You know I can’t.”
“I know.” He pulled out of you slowly as he straighten up, pushing your underwear back in place. “Wear them to dinner like that.”
“You’re too cocky Gasly.”
He let out a light chuckle at your reply. “You’re still here so you must like it.”
“Only you can get away with it.” You pecked his lips before jumping off the desk and gathering your clothes. “As much as I’d like to fuck again I have to go.” You glanced at the clock. “I’m already late.”
“Text me when you’re done?”
“Needy are we Gasly?” You smirked as you got dressed. Pierre followed suit, getting dressed before walking over to you. He grabbed your hips and pulled them into his.
“I’m the needy one? You moan my name like it’s the last thing you’ll ever say besides,” His hand moved your jaw closer to his. “You beg for it.” He kissed you before stepping back. “Every single time.”
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DIABOLIK LOVERS GRAND EDITION Yoyaku Tokuten Drama CD “A Heated Battle! The Ball-Game Competition’s Preliminaries!?”
Original title: 熱闘！ 球技大会前哨戦!?
Source: Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION Yoyaku Tokuten CD
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke, Kondou Takashi, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Kishio Daisuke
Translator’s note: This is definitely one of those CDs which would benefit a lot from visuals. There’s the background noises - of course - but those can be rather vague. During the dodgeball sequence, you can constantly hear the boys making random ‘hah’ and ‘ugh’ noises as they throw the ball. I didn’t actually translate all of it though because at times other characters start talking on top of it and it would just become a mess. ^^;; Overall this was a pretty fun CD though. Personal highlights being Shuu doing a slam dunk and the MC outsmarting the boys not once, but twice. She’ll probably end up regretting it afterwards though, poor girl.
Laito: Hey, Bitch-chan! Have you decided which event to join at the upcoming ball-game tournament? (1)
You shake your head.
Shuu: You still haven’t made up your mind? Still the same old Slowpoke, huh?
Subaru: They’re all mixed teams with students across all three different grades, right? So why can’t we just let the people who want to participate do their thing and call it a day?
Reiji: If this was a normal school, the different classes would be facing off against each other. However, Ryoutei Academy does not have a large enough number of students to apply said system.
Shuu: They should just cancel it already then. What a drag…
Kou: Per usual, you guys lack any kind of motivation, huh? Oh well, that only plays in our advantage, I guess.
Ayato: Keh! Those Mukami bastards…!
The Mukami’s approach them.
Ruki: What a rude way to greet someone.
Azusa: Good…evening…
Kanato: What brings you four here today?
Yuma: Isn’t that obvious!? ーー Oi, Sow! You’ll be joinin’ our team for the ball-game competition!
Azusa: I’m sure…you’d have a much better time with us…than if you were to join the Sakamaki’s team…Justin wants you to team up with us as well…
Kou: I’m sure you would want to make the best of the day, right? We’re actually going to try our best so I’m sure you’d be able to enjoy the different events as well!
Ruki: There you have it. If you understand, come with us.
*Rustle*
Ayato: Che…Don’t be decidin’ that by yourself now!
*Rustle*
Ayato: Chichiashi’s gonna be on my team. …Right?
Kanato: Ayato. She will obviously form a team with me. That was your intention all along, wasn’t it? You’re always so indecisive, so I’m being so kind as to make the decision for you. You belong to me after all. … Right, Teddy?
Laito: Look who’s Miss Popular all of a sudden! What will you do? The choice is yours~
Shuu: Haah…What a drag…Then why don’t you just participate in all categories?
Ayato: Oh! Mr. Sloth actually has a decent idea for once!
Reiji: I suppose that would fix the issue.
Laito: Nfu~ I like the sound of that. I can’t wait to pamper you after you’re all worn-out and exhausted from having to participate in all games~
Ruki: Heh…You guys never change, do you?
Kou: You should just leave these tyrants and come with us instead! We’ll treat you much nicer, you know?
Subaru: Fuck off…Oi, come here!
Reiji: You should team up with us. …If the message is clear, thenーー
You make a suggestion.
Reiji: Haah? We should all form one big team together? …Are you out of your mind?
Shuu: …Hah. You really have a few loose screws.
Kanato: You really think our families would gladly team up together? You can’t even figure out that much?
Laito: I’m impressed, Bitch-chan! You’re being loved by so many different men! …So, what will you do? Will you choose us? Or the Mukami family?
You frown.
Azusa: You can’t…make up your mind…?
Laito: You really are indecisive, aren’t you?
Kou: In that case, why don’t we use the different categories of the ball-tournament to decide on the matter? Whichever team wins gets to have M-neko-chan on their team!
Ayato: A showdown, huh? I like the sound of that!
Reiji: If we’re going based on the ball-game tournament, that would be five different sports in total, being basketball, soccer, table tennis, softball and dodgeball, correct?
Kou: Exactly! We’ll hold five different rounds for each category with one member of each respective family participating at a time. Whoever wins a total of three rounds first is the winner! The rules will be the same as during the actual tournament. That’s fair enough, right?
Reiji: I see. That does sound reasonable.
Ruki: It’s settled then.
Shuu: Pwaah…Whatever.
Ayato: Hehe…I’ll make you regret challengin’ me!
Reiji: Well then, to keep things fair, let us decide who shall play which sport by pulling straws.
Ayato: Haah!? I’m goin’ for basketbal, obviously!
Kou: It wouldn’t be fair if you get to choose the sport you’re best at, right? I figured we’d have to decide it this way, so I’ve already prepared a lottery!
*Rattle*
Kou: Voila!
Laito: You thought of everything, didn’t you. Well then, I suppose I’ll draw first.
Kanato: Excuse me!? Who said you could go first!? I’m going before you!
Ruki: No redraws. You have to settle with whichever event you pulled on your first try. Am I clear?
*TIMESKIP*
Reiji: Well then, let us start with the table tennis competition. Subaru, Azusa. Please get ready.
Subaru: Che…Why me!?
Azusa: Good luck…
Subaru: Tsk…I’ll get this over with real quick. Hah!
*THUD*
Laito: Wow! Look at that ball go!
Subaru: Hell yeah!
Ayato: Keh…Don’t just send the thing flying!
Reiji: Haah…Subaru. Do you know the rules of table tennis? When you serve, the ball has to bounce once on your side and once on the opponent’s side of the court.
Subaru: Wha…!? O-Of course…!
Ruki: So you were playing without even knowing the rules?
Subaru: N-No…! I just went a lil’ overboard, that’s all!
Azusa: Well then…My turn next…There!
*Thud*
Azusa: Ah…It got caught in the net…
Reiji: That’s minus one point for the opponent as well. I suppose that covers for Subaru’s blunder from earlier.
Ayato: Oi, Subaru! Don’t mess up on the serve this time!
Subaru: Fuck off! Just you watch! …Hah!
*THUD*
Ayato: And there you go fuckin’ up again right as I warned you!?
Azusa: Then…I’ll try one more time as well…There.
*Thud*
Yuma: In the net again!?
Ruki: Haah…Azusa as well, huh?
Subaru: Che…This time I’ll get it right for sure! Hah!
*THUD*
Azusa: This time for sure…I’ll get the ball to the other side…
*Thud*
Subaru: I’m only just warmin’ up!
*THUD*
Azusa: Why can’t I get it over the net…? …There.
*Thud*
Subaru: Hah!
*THUD*
Subaru and Azusa continue to fall to land a proper serve.
Shuu: …Say, what is this sport called again?
Yuma: Table tennis…I think?
Laito: Heeh~ I had no idea that in table tennis, both parties just continue to exchange serves forever and ever~
Ruki: At this rate, a winner will never be decided…
Reiji: I suppose that leaves us with no other choice. Let us decide on a winner through rock-paper-scissors.
Subaru: Hah!? Don’t decide that without us!
Kou: What’s the point in continuing at this point? We’re all bored of watching you two, Subaru-kun. Azusa-kun, you’re good with rock-paper-scissors, right?
Azusa: Mmh.
Ruki: It’s decided then.
Subaru: Fuck…!
He tosses his racket away.
*Thud*
Subaru: Guess I have no other choice then. …Oi, let’s hurry up and settle this score.
Azusa: Oh…Sure.
Subaru & Azusa: Rock…! …Paper! …Scissors!
Subaru: Fuck yeah!
Azusa: Ah…
Yuma: Azusa lost, huh?
Azusa: I’m sorry…If this was a fist fight instead…I would have gladly taken the L…
Yuma: No you should win that one!
Laito: Well then…Basketball is up next, right? Let me think…I guess we can make this a one-on-one shooting show-off?
Ruki: Yes. Each person gets three attempts and whoever lands the most shots wins, okay? …I am up next.
Reiji: From our side…It’s Shuu.
Shuu: Haah…Why me?
Reiji: It was decided in a fair manner. Go ahead and make use of your height for once.
Shuu: What a drag…
Azusa: Ruki…Try your best…
Ruki: Yes, I will. …Well then, I shall go first.
*Woosh*
Kou: Wow~! Nice shot!
Ayato: Tsk…That bastard, I can’t believe he landed from far away like it was nothin’! ー Oi, Shuu! Don’t you dare miss now!
Laito: Good luck, Shuu~!
Shuu: Haah…What a drag…
*Woosh*
*Thud thud thud*
Shuu: …
Laito: …Ah.
Kou: …Ah-ah~ He missed.
Ayato: What are you doin’, lazy-ass!?
Reiji: Haah…You’re putting us to shame as the eldest son of this family.
Ayato: Lame-o!
Shuu: Shut up. Why must I even do this? ーー Besides, why would you even try to land from far away? It’d be much easier to just put it straight through the ring, right?
Azusa: Eh?
Shuu dribbles towards the ring and performs a slam dunk.
*Thud*
Ayato: Oh…!
Azusa: Wow…
Kanato: I think…this is the first time in my life…I’ve seen Shuu move around this much…
Reiji: I suppose miracles do happen after all. I just hope this isn’t a bad omen for what’s to come.
Kou: However, Ruki-kun takes the victory here, right? Slam dunks are forbidden according to the tournament's rules after all.
Ruki: Yes. …Too bad for you, Sakamaki Shuu.
Ayato: Haah!? That doesn’t matter right now, does it!?
Azusa: We’ll hold five different rounds for each category with one member of each respective family participating at a time….and the rules will be the same as during the actual tournament…That’s what we decided on, no?
Ruki: Breaking the rules leads to disqualification. I am fairly certain we established that beforehand.
Reiji: We most definitely did. We take this loss.
Laito: Nfu~ Shuu tried so hard too. What a shame.
Ayato: Tsk…!
Kanato: I do not mind. We just have to win the next one, that’s all.
Laito: So, what should we do next? Soccer? Softball?
Ayato: I’ll go next! ーー Oi, Yuma! Compete with me in soccer!
Yuma: Heh! Ya sure have a big mouth! I’ll crush ya real quick!
Reiji: ーー Listen carefully. You will compete in a penalty shootout and alternate to take single-shots at the goal in a penalty format. Whoever has the most points after five turns is the winner.
Ayato: Bring it on!
Yuma: Hell yeah! Gimme yer best shot, mate! …Ey!
Ayato: …In your dreams!
*Thud*
Ayato: How’s that!? I won’t let a single one of yer shots through!
Yuma: Che…
They switch places.
Ayato: How’s that!? It’s my turn next! …Ugh!
Yuma: Heh! Ya think ya stand a chance with a weak shot like that!?
They switch places again.
Yuma: I’ll show ya what a real shot looks like!
*Thud*
Ayato: …Ugh! Yours is just as weak!
Ayato: The way you talk like you’re the shit really gets on my nerves!
*Thud*
Yuma: …Ugh! Ayato…You can kick like ya mean it, ya know!?
They continue switching places and successfully stopping each other’s shots.
Reiji: …They’ve long surpassed the five shot mark.
Laito: This back-and-forth is giving me flashbacks…
Shuu: Just having to witness it feels like a chore…
Azusa: Should we resort to rock-paper-scissors again?
Ruki: We already had to rely on it earlier, so it wouldn’t be ideal.
Kou: In that case…Ah! Look! There’s takoyaki over there!
Ayato: …What!?
Ayato looks away.
Yuma: Hah! You’re wide open, mate!
*Thud*
Ayato: Aah…!!
Kou: Goal~!
Ayato: You bastard…Kou!
Shuu: Who is even so stupid to fall for that…?
Subaru: Oi! Doesn’t that go against the competition’s rules as well!?
Ruki: There is nothing in the rules which mentions it is prohibited, therefore Kou’s actions are perfectly legal.
Reiji: Haah…With Ayato’s loss, it is now 2 against 1 in their favor. We cannot afford any more losses.
Azusa: Fufu…Aren’t you glad, Eve? You should be able to take part in the ball-game competition together with us…
Kou: Pwaah~ I want to go home already…So let’s quickly take the victory home.
Kanato: Ugh…I do not like this one bit. Whether it’s Ayato’s sheer stupidity…or the way those Mukami’s are acting as if they have won already. Softball is next…I shall turn the tables by winning this one.
Ayato: Haah? Kanato, you can play softball?
Kanato: It’s your fault for losing! That’s why I have to step up now! So let’s hurry up and get started already! Who is playing from the Mukami team!?
Kou: That would be me~
Kanato: Okay. …Please watch me, okay, Teddy?
*Rustle*
Laito: Kanato-kun, huh? …Do we think we have a chance at winning?
Reiji: It’s not like we have much other choice, do we?
Laito: I know but…Do we consider it a win for Kanato-kun if he can hit one ball?
Ruki: Yes. The other competitions already took far too long after all. If Kanato gets three outs, Kou is the winner. However, if he can hit one ball, Sakamaki Kanato takes the W instead.
Laito: You heard him! Kanato-kun, what do you think? Do you think you can hit it?
Kanato: Oh, shut up, Laito! That would be a piece of caーー
Kou: Here it comes!
*Woosh*
*Thud*
Kanato: Ughー!
Ayato: A miss right away?
Kanato: Shut up! I
Kou: Here comes number two!
Kanato: Wha…!?
*Woosh*
Kanato: Ugh…!
Shuu: Pwaah…I guess this competition is as good as over, huh? Which means I finally get to go home, thank god.
Reiji: What do you mean, ‘thank god’!? Good grief…The Sakamaki house must never lose to the Mukami’s!
Laito: Right? They’ll take Bitch-chan away from us as well. …I suppose I have no other choice. ーー Kanato-kun! Subaru-kun just told me that he’ll throw Teddy out if you don’t hit the next ball!
Subaru: H-Haah…!? The fuck!? I never said anythin’ like that!
Kanato: I won’t let you…lay a single finger on Teddy, Subaru!!
Subaru: But I never said I would!!
Reiji: Not a bad provocation coming from Laito…Kanato! If you don’t want to lose Teddy, you better hit the ball and end this showdown!
Kanato: Hic…Throw away Teddy…Uu…Outrageous…
Kou: That’s three outs for you!
*Woosh*
Kanato: Not in a million yearsーー!!
Kanato hits the ball.
*Thud*
Kou: Hah…!
Ayato: Oh!
Laito: A homerun~!
Kanato runs up to Teddy.
Kanato: Teddy~~~!!
*Rustle*
Kanato: How foolish of me to leave you alone with that brute of a Subaru, Teddy! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are never in danger again…by locking that guy up!
Subaru: For the millionth time, it wasn’t me!
Reiji: We’re not even with two points each.
Ruki: Only dodgeball remains.
Reiji: How about all ten of us compete in this one?
Azusa: All of us…? So four against six…? Shouldn’t we get some kind of handicap then…?
Reiji: Oh dear? Are you implying that you stand no chance against us otherwise?
Yuma: Haah!? Don’t be spoutin’ bullcrap!
Kou: Exactly! That sounds a bit unreasonable, doesn’t it? …You agree, don’t you, Ruki-kun?
Ruki: Like the others are saying, I do question the fairness of it. However…Right. We are willing to compete under those circumstances but if we do manage to win despite the disadvantage, I assume we will be rewarded accordingly?
Reiji: Very well. If your team wins, not only will she join your team but we will grant any one of your requests.
Ruki: Hmph. Deal. It’s settled then.
Ayato: Heh! This time we’ll crush you for sure!
They start playing dodgeball.
Laito: Ahーah~ Everyone’s totally fired up…
Azusa: Ah…The point of this game…is to avoid getting hit by the ball…right? …That seems really difficult…
Yuma: Oi, Azusa! Don’t ya dare jump in front of the ball!
Ruki: Kou, Yuma, Azusa. We should aim for Sakamaki Shuu first since he is the least likely to try and dodge. The middle triplet is second on the list.
Kou: Roger!
Yuma: Let’s get this over with and settle the score! …Take this!!
*Woosh*
*Thud*
Shuu: …Ah.
Yuma: Hah! Bingo!
Reiji: Ah! The ball’s in the opponent’s hands again!
Yuma: Next!
Kanato: Ah! Teddy, watch out!
*Thud*
Kanato: Guah!
Ayato: …The fuck, Kanato!? Why did you let yourself get hit to protect that stupid bear!?
Reiji: We’ve lost two members because Shuu failed to claim the ball…I cannot believe he allowed himself to get hit so easily. Pathetic…Good god.
Ruki: It’s four against four now. We’ve evened the playing field. …Let’s go!
*Woosh*
Azusa: …Woah. That was close…
Reiji: Hah…!
*Woosh*
Yuma: Wait, you little…!
*Woosh*
Shuu: Pwah…I’m sleepy…
The remaining eight boys continue playing dodgeball.
Kanato: Nobody’s getting hit…It will be morning soon. Just how much longer until this is over with?
Shuu: You really think there will be an end to this?
Kanato: There better be! We can’t even return to the manor like this! …You feel the same way, don’t you? ーー Ah!
Shuu: Hm?
Kanato: …She’s gone!
Subaru: Hm? What’s wrong, Kanato?
Yuma: …!! The Sow’s gone! What’s going on!?
*Thud thud thud*
Ruki: This is…?
*Flip*
Ruki: A letter?
Ayato: ‘...I’m sorry. I just can’t.’ ーー Chichinashi! She made a run for it!
Ruki: Kou, Yuma, Azusa. Split up and search for her.
Reiji: You lot as well. Hurry up and find her!
Subaru: Don’t tell me what to do!
Yuma: Che…Who does that damn Sow think she’s dealin’ with, huh!?
*TIMESKIP*
Laito: Haah, haah, haah…Bitch-chan! We finally found you!
Yuma: Sow! Explain yourself!
Azusa: Haah, haah…Exactly…I tried so hard…to stay in the game…and not let myself get hit by the ball…
You explain.
Ayato: Haah!? You already decided to join the girls’ team!?
Ruki: …!?
Reiji: What do you mean!?
Azusa: So…We can’t get hurt together at the…ball-game competition…?
Kou: No, I don’t think that was ever the intention…
Ruki: I see…If she has already submitted her application to the school, then there is nothing we can do about it. Let’s go home.
Yuma: Tsk…I can’t believe we got played like this…
Laito: Ah-aah~ I never thought you out of all people would do this to us. I guess today was just a wasted effort then. I better get plenty of blood in return to make up for it, okay? So, Bitch-chan, why don’t the two of us ーー Hold up…She’s gone again!?
Subaru: Where did she go!?
Shuu: Guess she ran away? Actually doing the smart thing for once.
Reiji: She sure has some nerve to run away from us not once, but twice.
Kanato: Kuh…I can’t forgive her. I better punish her thoroughly after this!
Ayato: Fuck! You best believe I’m suckin’ you dry next we meet, Chichinashiiiiーー!!
ーー THE END ーー
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“Hey you! Yes you! Do you want money? Do you want stability? Do you want to go to hell? Well boy do I have the job for you! Here at Rosey Posey Cafe it is our pleasure to serve a variety of guests magical drinks that you could only dream of!”
“Any human above the age of 18 may apply!”
“You don’t need any experience!”
“I’ll teach you how to read if I have to!”
“If any of this has interested you please call this number and we’ll schedule your interview for as quick as tomorrow! Hope to hear from you!”
You half expect this to be a scam. A weird, furry based scam due to the talking anthro cat from the commercial, but a scam nonetheless. Still, you do need a job, even if it’s fake there’s no harm in trying, right? Right. The start of the number is weird as, well, hell, but that’s to be expected from a hell run business you guess. You’ve yet to really visit hell since the rifts opened up last year but you’ve heard it’s actually pretty nice
You grab your phone from your bedside table and give the weird cat-lady a ring “HELLO!?” Ow, hi, you’re calling to ask about the job position “Oh, my ad worked?!? Yes! So, when can you come down for an interview?”
And the rest is history, well, recent history you guess, seeing as this is your first day. Turns out the cat-man-demon who runs this place was being super legit. Actually, what is his name? “Oh, I don’t think you could pronounce it, but in english I go by Evelyn or Ms. Rose! It’s so so nice to have you as a part of the team!” You’ve heard, repeatedly, ever since she hired you on the spot “Well it never hurts to say something twice!”
Your new boss is more than a bit odd, the whole human sized tabby cat thing aside she’s just, really friendly? To the point it almost seems like she’s fucking with you but…you don’t wanna be rude but there doesn’t seem to be a lot going on behind those eyes. You ask Ms. Rose if your training will start soon “Yes yes yes! Ok, question before we start. Do you know how to read?”
Yes
“Perfect! I have a little booklet on how to make all the drinks we serve here. You don’t have to memorize it by any means though, I want this place to have a nice relaxed vibe so there’s no rush. I mean, don’t make a demon wait 10 years for their drink but aside from that you can take your time. Here’s the booklet! There’s rules at the top and two lists below it. One is alphabetical so you can search drinks by name, and the other is based on flavor profile so if someone wants to spice it up a little you can search by the flavors they like”
“If you have any questions you can let me know, but there are a few things I need to show you” He walks me through how to use the Fizzer, which is just a carbonator, the hot plate and sauce pan used for warming, and the blender, each explanation coming with a long warning about how it could interact with my “frail human body” After Ms. Rose finishes telling me about all the tiny pieces I could wind up as if I could somehow fit my entire body into the blender he takes a moment to think
“I’m pretty sure the rest is self explanatory but I’ll be here to chaperone you your whole first day, and never be afraid to ask me for help!” You thank him and ask when the store will open “Hm? It’s been open this whole time!” …Aren’t those open and closed signs supposed to say the opposite of what you are on the back?
“.”
“.”
“.”
“Fuck” Your boss walks dejectedly to the front door and flips the “we’re open!” side of the sign to face outside “Well, I guess we just opened!” She laughs as she springs back over to stand beside me. While we wait I take a second to really just admire this place, it’s a small cafe but it’s incredibly cozy. There’s a lot of dark wood work and fluffy pillows, even a few blankets in a basket with a “please return after use” sign above an empty one beside it, and the whole place just smells…warm?
You’re knocked out of your thoughts by the front door bell chiming “Hello! How can we-oh, it’s you” Ms. Rose’s voice drops all cheer as she greets…Oh my god, it’s Jean Laurent, why the fuck is your first customer a movie star!?! Jean fucking Laurent saunters up to the counter “Hey Evelyn~” “Laurent” Jean laughs “So cold” his gaze shifts over to you, looking you up and down
“Who’s this?” You feel like a deer in headlights, you were ready to serve weird demons not Whole Ass Human Celebrity Jean Laurent “They’re my new employee, and I’ll thank you not to fuck with them” The venom in your bosses voice snaps you out of your little trance, looking over to him you see that his eyes have strained into small slits and his ears are angled back against his head
Ok! Um, you ask what Mr. Laurent would like, he chuckles “Oh please, there’s no need to be so formal. I’ll have my usual, cutie” You can feel your face betray you as all the blood in your body seems to drain into your cheeks. Ok, focus! He wants his usual? Oh, here we go, Jean’s order. Ew. It doesn’t look good but if that’s what he wants then you guess so
You glance back up at your boss. She really doesn’t seem to like him. Huh, you know you probably shouldn’t but you have a feeling she’d get a kick out of seeing him gag a little bit. You fain a bit of cluelessness as you look through the drinks you could make. A Sucker punch looks like it could get a reaction out of him, it’d probably piss him off though. What should you make him?
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Why can’t this be Love? - Chpt.1
Summary: You've never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the popular crowd. It's not for you - these people aren't for you. Yet, you don't know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away?
The answer is made for you after your 'date,' a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that's fine. But what's not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!
However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you've spent the last few years with.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Cheerleader Reader
Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Not much detail is given about her appearance, other than she wears heavy eyeliner, and is clearly an outcast that is trying to fit in.
Word count: 1.8k
Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Awkward flirting, Drinking, Angst, Comfort, Generic High School Bullying, Denial of feelings, Feelings realisation.
[Chapter 2] [Read on AO3]
Notes: oh my gooddddd. EDDIE!!! AHHHHHH!!!! hes so fucking cute!!!!!!!! this man has brought me out of my writers block that i've been suffering with for MONTHS.
I haven't written anything for ST before, so sorry if anything is out of character. I also have no fucking clue how American schools work, so I'm going to avoid mentioning it at all costs. The schooling system in the UK is waaaay different!!
This is set a good couple of months before S4 starts. Fic title is inspired by a Van Halen song hehe.
Anyway, enjoy. This is gonna be a series. IDK how long it'll be, but we'll see where this freak takes us!
Chapter 1 - Curbside Collection
Boys.
Stupid boys.
Stupid boys, or specifically, a singular boy, that has bailed on you after tonight's first-of-the-year basketball game.
Really, what did you expect?
"I want to spend tonight with the guys," your date had said. "You can get a ride home with Misty, right?" he asked, referring to your friend - your friend that hadn't even come to tonight's game, considering she isn't into the sport, let alone in with the 'popular crowd.'
Not that you are, either.
Cheerleading is something that your parents pushed on you, back in Middle school, back when they thought their "darling little girl" was somewhat ordinary. Back when you hadn't discovered rock music, Lord of the Rings, and skinny jeans.
But, oh god, you would never show those things to your parents! To them, you're their perfect high grade daughter, who's excelling in her classes, and attends cheerleading training twice a week.
If only they knew.
If only they knew that you were the 'weirdo' of the bunch, the strange girl that is always shoved into the heaviest point of the cheer pyramid, carrying everyone's weight, whilst those on top get all the praise for their "fantastic tricks!"
Regardless, despite your heavy eyeliner and brooding expression, you somehow managed to catch the attention of a boy on the basketball team. It was probably a dare, which would explain why he's bailing on you now, leaving you to walk a few miles home, alone, in the dark...
Fuck!
After zipping up your jacket, you begin your soon-to-be exhausting walk home - a walk that would have been far quicker in your 'dates' car. At least it's not cold tonight; there's a slight chill to the September air, but you'll soon warm up once you get moving, and maybe when you crack open one of the few ciders in your backpack. The ciders that were meant to be saved for tonight's after party, but it seems you're uninvited...
A bottle of cider is pulled from your backpack, and once the chilled bottle comes to rest in the palm of your hand, you suddenly realise that you don't have anything to open it with. Fuck. Can God give you a break already?!
Your mind trails back to a trick you saw a few months ago, where one of the basketball lads opened a bottle using the side of the curb. You wander another street onwards before deciding to attempt that trick, wanting to be out of view of the school, and your classmates, who thankfully live in the opposite direction to you.
One knee meets the gravelled road as you crouch down, bringing the bottle of cider into position. You let out an uneasy sigh as you remember how that guy did it; he used the heel of his hand to crack the cap against the curb, and after a few attempts, the cap popped right off. Of course, he called it "easy," but after your first few attempts, the cap is definitely not budging, and your hand is slowly starting to throb with every hit.
"For fuck’s sake," you curse as you hit it one more time, desperate for the taste of lukewarm cider, a stranger that'll keep you company on your painful walk home.
One more hit, and you let out a grumble as you give up. Your head rolls back to the sky, and whilst still in cheerleader uniform, you let out a soft, "fuck," cursing God (or whatever is up there) for not letting you have a drink on the walk home.
That's when a chuckle catches your attention, and you lock sights with the last person you'd ever expect to interact with.
"Are you trying to open it? Is that what you're trying to do?" Eddie Munson asks with a cheeky smile on his lips. He's leaning against a lamp post, mere meters away from you. His arms are crossed, with one hand fiddling with the ends of his curly hair, almost as if he's nervous, but covering it up.
Eddie is, from what you've seen, a strange guy. And you don't just mean because he likes rock music, and plays D&D. Oh, no, there's something about this man that isn't quite right. Trauma? Perhaps? Shit, maybe you two have something in common.
You've never interacted, minus a brief interaction a few days ago. Your 'date' had shot him a degrading comment after passing him in the halls, and Eddie had responded with a laugh, and a comment that had you almost in tears.
"Your jeans are always so tight, Munson. No wonder your dick's so small, it must be suffocating in there," your date had sneered. A weak comment, but whatever, you just wanted to get to your next lesson, but someone was eager for a fight. It must have been his hormones acting up, or just boys being boys.
Eddie, despite being on his own, a lone wolf without the company of his misfits, had chuckled as he chalked up his reply. "Oh, he's just fine. He's a little sore right now," Eddie replied.
Your date raised his brow, and Eddie continued his comeback. "I mean, fucking your mom is a tiring chore, but someone has to do it, right? Which is why I'm able to fit in these tight jeans."
You couldn't help but laugh. A 'your mom' joke? Classic.
Your date shot you a disgusted glance, and hey, maybe that's the reason why he ditched you tonight. Maybe it's been sitting on his mind this whole time - his beloved cheerleader had giggled at a joke that the freak Munson has cast. How sensitive!
Coming back to the present, you let out a defeated, "yeah."
Eddie chuckles once more, although you know he's not laughing at you, but rather, with you. "I'm surprised your boyfriend isn't here to thirst your quench," Eddie comments with a shrug.
"Boyfriend," you scoff under your breath. "He's never been my boyfriend, especially not now."
Eddie looks genuinely sympathetic, and bridges the space between you two with a few lanky strides. "I take it you really need that drink then, huh?"
A nod is all you need. No puppy dog eyes, no heart-warming story. Eddie takes the bottle from your grasp, and pops the cap off by using one of his chunky rings, rather than the curb. He smiles as you take a large gulp, instantly feeling a buzz throughout your body, despite it being no more than 4% alcohol.
Placing the bottle down on the curb, you swing your backpack over your shoulder once more, and say, "here," as you pull out another cider, and offer it to Eddie.
"Are you sure?" Eddie questions, only to be taken back as you shove the cider into his hands.
He pops the cap off his own cider, and grins before taking a gulp. "Here," Eddie repeats as he offers you his hand, pulling you up from your awkward gremlin pose, now with an open bottle of cider in your hand. Your backpack is slung over your shoulders, and a small gust of wind follows the movement, dancing along the hemline of your skirt - a minor movement, but you're certain Eddie's eyes trailed down there before meeting yours.
"So..." Eddie groans. "Do I dare ask where your 'not boyfriend' is?"
"Probably at the after party. I dunno," you shrug.
Eddie's thumb reassuringly rubs over the back of your knuckles, and only then do both of you realise that your hand is still in his. You both break away, begrudgingly, but hey, maybe it's for the best? The freak holding hands with the weirdo cheerleader is a rumour that'd spread like hot fire around the school, and you don't fancy dealing with the backlash.
"Woah, hang on," Eddie nervously laughs as he raises his spare hand. "You mean, you've been uninvited to the after party? Or are you refusing to attend?"
"Your first assumption was right," you shrug, and take a swig from your drink. "Well, I think I was?"
Eddie remains quiet, but raises both brows with a gesture that silently reads, 'go on.'
After grumbling, you begin explaining. "I don't know what happened. Tonight was normal, or as normal as it can be. I was cheering, and he was playing basketball, but as soon as the game was over, he approached me, and said that he wanted to spend tonight with his friends..."
Eddie nods softly, listening to you ramble, using him like a therapist, still standing on your lonesome on the side of the road.
"...His friends were in the background, and they were... laughing. I just accepted it and left. When I went to change out of my uniform, the other girls were also laughing, so I didn't bother changing. I just grabbed my bag and left."
Your eyes focus on the floor as you let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping as disappointment takes over, and there's faint tears brewing in the corner of your eyes. Despite not being able to see Eddie's expression, you can feel sympathy radiating from him, and in a wild daydream, you'd throw yourself into his arms in hopes of finding comfort.
Little do you know, Eddie would happily comfort you.
"So..." Eddie heavily exhales, bringing your attention back to him. "Let me walk you home, then."
Your expression softens, no longer casting an imaginary scowl at your ex-not-boyfriend. Eddie Munson, the freak, has not only helped you open your cider, and listened to your therapy worthy rant, but also wants to walk you home?!
Obviously, you're going to accept his kind gesture. Being a woman has waaaaay too many flaws, and walking home alone is one of the main ones. Having Eddie there almost eliminates that target, even if Eddie is lanky, and only fights using the roll of a dice.
However, what is going to come of this if someone sees you two? A cheerleader and a freak, walking home together, joint ciders in hand. Fuck, both of you are going to get it in the neck, and probably from the same bunch of people. Social circles aren't meant to cross, especially opposite ones, but you've never really fit into the 'popular' squad.
"You're more than welcome to say 'no,'" Eddie sheepishly comments, his eyes trailing from yours to focus on his cider instead.
Shit. You moron! You haven't even responded!
"No. I mean, yes! I'd love for you to walk me home, but do you live this way? I don't want you going out of your way to-"
"-Yeah," Eddie cuts you off. "Sure, I live this way," he shrugs.
Ugh, he's lying!! However, you don't fancy rejecting his offer - not only is it a bonus to walk home with someone, but he's also so... interesting. Entreating. Perhaps even... cute? With that curly, untamed hair, and his lanky frame that reminds you of a baby deer attempting to walk for the first time.
"Come on, Princess," Eddie says with a light laugh as he takes a few strides forwards, practically bouncing on his heels with excitement. "Let's get you home!"
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STRANGERS.
PART I
Lee Know x reader. (s,a)
Chapters: Part II
Author’s note: Sorry that I posted it twice, tumblr just won’t let me edit my previous post. ugh!
There's a Spanish proverb that says:
"When love is not madness. It is not love."
And you can't tell if what you're doing is either love or madness, there's no difference anymore, the line blurs, and so is your judgment.
You always think that it's the same anyway, we do all sort of crazy in the name of love.
And whatever that is, brings you here, working as a sports news journalist for a TV station.
"It's a big floor, but why our working space is this small?" You ask the girl who occupies the cubicle next to you, Kim, the only other girl in sports news.
There are only ten or so desks in the office, apart from office equipment, you share everything, from meeting rooms to the pantry.
"We share the floor with the world news team," she answers.
You don't need a further explanation about her answer, it's always the world news team that gets the best at everything, either news part or other golden child perks, that include having a bigger working place.
The only good thing the sports department has is that the office is so close to the elevator, remembering that most of you are working in the field covering sports games and such.
The elevator dings open, and a group of people spill out of it.
Kim rolls her chair until it crashes with yours, "Have you met the head of the world news team?" Her eyes flicked to the last man getting out of the elevator.
He wears a white shirt and black tie, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the veins coiling his forearms, and a fancy watch decorated his wrist.
His dark hair slicked back, parted in the middle, and a few strands curtained his forehead. Eyes, lips, and a nose so sharp like you would prick your finger if you touched it.
"Lee Minho. A real piece of work! One stone-cold man, never seen him smile off camera, not even once," she says with such bitterness.
"But he's great at his job, everyone likes him, he's pleasant to the eyes, cameras want to fuck him, well, I bet he's good on the bed too," she cheekily adds with low giggles.
"The whole building wants to get a chance with him, but only a few can handle that attitude of his," she finishes the introduction with a condescending pout.
Your eyes follow his figure making his way to his office with hands shoved inside his slacks pockets.
You scoff at her short yet detailed introduction of him.
"He's mysterious too, like… no one knows his existence outside of here," she adds, then props a hand under her chin, staring at him until he gets inside his office.
"He sounds... intriguing," you comment with a sheepish smile.
She turns her head at you, "well, I'd rather salivate over the sweaty man at the volleyball court,"
You smile at her and nod, "sounds like a great idea!"
She gives you a joyous look, "I know we'll get along just fine," she remarks, playfully bumping her shoulder with yours.
You smile at her in return, "likewise,"
"I'd better get back working," she says, then rolls her chair back against her desk and starts typing on her computer.
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You met the man several times already in the week you have been working at the TV station.
You met him in the elevator, clutching his briefcase in front of him while his eyes looked down at his phone, and his hands were busy typing on it.
In the pantry where you both made your cups of coffee, he stood at the other end of the counter and you on the opposite end, stirring your coffee in silence.
You walked past each other a lot in the office, it's inevitable, remembering the shared working place.
And your eyes would find each other and locked for a second before breaking the eye contact at the same time.
By the end of the week, you moved to a new apartment provided by the TV station, and you only need to pay other bills besides the rent.
You drag the last three boxes of your belongings into the elevator.
It comes as no surprise that he also lives in the building, he was in his workout attire when you find him inside the elevator, leaning with his arms crossed in front of him.
He wears his hat low and it covers most of his face with the shadow, you push the boxes inside with your feet and carry the smallest one in your hands.
You glance at the panel and see that he already pushed the button to the 8th floor where you are also headed.
It's so quiet inside the elevator, that you clutch the box tighter until your knuckles turn white to hold back the urge to break the suffocating silence.
After an agonizing ride up to the 8th floor, the elevator finally arrives on your floor, and the doors open.
He stands on his feet and makes his way out of the elevator, not batting even an eyelash at you.
You don't expect him to help you either and spare yourself from being disappointed.
It's getting more inevitable, meeting him, and especially knowing that he lives next door.
You meet him the next morning, dressed up for work, and are looking at his watch when you get in.
You get out at the lobby since you haven't gotten a car yet, you have to take the bus at least until the company lends you a car or you get one yourself.
While he goes to the parking basement, again, you don't expect him to offer you a ride after all.
Once you arrived at the office, you headed back out with your team to interview the newly scouted player of a major league baseball team.
It surprised that you knew him from when he was still playing for his university baseball team, it is kind of amazing seeing people around you grow when you feel like you're still in the same place.
And it seems like he recognized you too, he smiles at you the moment he sees you.
"Aren't you working for the newspaper?" He asks you as he brushes his hair to the back, then put his baseball cap on. It amazes you that he still knows you despite you only interviewing him three times in 5 years.
"I was, but now I'm working for the TV station," you answer, then offer your hand for a handshake.
He takes your hand without a doubt and shakes it.
"Congratulations on becoming a major league player, Kim Seungmin," you sincerely congratulated him.
"Oh please, just call me Seungmin!" he says with a bright smile that somehow resembles a puppy.
"Maybe I will when we're off-camera," you tell him, then break the handshake but not forgetting to return the smile.
You have always liked him from the first day you met him, you can tell that he is a well-mannered, modest guy and a very, very talented baseball player.
The interview went well, and it's all thanks to him for making it pleasant for both of you.
"I'm glad that I see you," he suddenly says as you wait for the other to be done packing the equipment.
"Why is that?" You ask as you put your notebook into your bag.
"This city still feels strange to me, so it feels nice to see a familiar face," he honestly answers, pulling his cap lower to hide his face out of shyness.
"I also just moved back here two weeks ago, I know exactly how you feel," you shot him a comforting smile.
"Will we be seeing each other again soon?" He asks with a sheepish smile.
It's so subtle, but you know he's being flirty with you, he is two years younger than you yet he still looks like the same college baseball player you met 5 years ago.
"I hope I get to see you again after winning your first major league game," you respond.
He softly chuckles and fiddles with the sleeve of his varsity jacket out of nerves.
You don't realize you just put pressure on him, you quickly tap his shoulder, "you'll do well! Good luck!" You encouraged him and put on a smile for him.
"Thank you," he responds then shoves his hands into his jacket pockets.
You made it back, and just in time for lunch, Kim suddenly nudges your elbow while you're about to shove a spoonful of rice into your mouth, almost sending it spilled all over the table.
"Look at that!" She says while shaking your forearm now.
She gestures to the two people talking outside a coffee shop.
You wipe your mouth with a napkin before speaking, "what is it?" You ask, ready to listen to any gossip she is about to share.
"Heard they're getting it on," she says with a straw tugged between her teeth.
You scoff then takes a sip of water, looking at the couple talking while holding coffee cups in their hands, you take a good look at them to finally realize it's Minho and a girl you have never seen before.
"Who is the girl?" You try to sound coy and hastily take a sip of your water.
"Heard she's the producer of that one variety show," she replies.
That's enough information to take in, for now, you continue eating your lunch in silence while Kim keeps on blabbering around about why they would make a couple eventually.
But you have to disagree with her, instead of saying it, you swallow it down and let it buried deep inside you.
The next day, you came late to work by 15 minutes because the bus broke down in the middle and you had to take a taxi to finally make it to the office.
Your heart skips a beat when the head of the sports news team catches you come creeping to your desk, trying to go unnoticed but failing.
"Hey, I watched the interview from yesterday," he says to you from someone's cubicle.
He then put a thumb up at you, "Wow, you do a great job at it," he says to you, "keep up the good work!"
You awkwardly smile at him, relieved that it's not about you coming late to work but also not a fan of how he delivers his praise.
"Always in a tone of surprise!" You mutter under your breath.
After years of working in a male-dominated job, you get used to hearing praises that implies men still find it amazing that women can do a good or even a better job than them.
You don't mean for anyone to hear it, but from the way Kim chuckles, you bet she heard it.
She stretches her hands in the air and sigh, "it's so nice to have another girl on the team," she says with a gleeful smile.
You plop down your chair and sigh, "I know,"
She swivels her chair around to face you, "anyway, we have team dinner tonight!" She informs, then rolls her chair back to her desk.
Not even a minute, Kim already pokes her head into your cubicle, "I hope you're good with alcohol," she warns you.
It baffles you that when everyone knows there'll be team dinner tonight, all of a sudden, the sports news team becomes twice the number that you have to take the second elevator along with Kim, the head of sports news, and the other two journalists.
When the elevator arrives, everyone comes rushing in, and there he is, also getting in seconds away before the doors slide shut.
"Hey, come join us for drinks!" Your head of sports news said to him.
He puts on a thin smile and says, "no, thanks, I'm good,"
There's an awkward silence followed after.
"Have you met the new journalist on our team?" Your boss asks him.
You don't know which you hate more, the fact that you know he wouldn’t care about it or being the center of attention, especially in a closed space like this.
And your boss gestures his hand at you.
"Have you met the head of world news?" He asks you.
You can't say no, because you've seen him often, whether it's at work or home, or...
"She's amazing, she's doing a great job at it," he brags at Minho, which he looked so not bothered at all with the information.
"Thanks," you meekly mutter to your boss to put an end to this unpleasant exchange.
You can feel your chest loosen the moment you get out of the elevator, and it keeps on loosening with every glass of alcohol you gulped down as the night goes by.
Kim was right to warn you about everyone being heavy drinkers, you get around it by taking a lot of trips to the restroom and quickly filling your glass with water before someone pours alcohol in it.
Kim's boyfriend kindly gave you a lift home at the end of the night. Before going up to your floor, you collect your mails from your mailbox even though your head is completely buzzed from all the alcohol surging through your body system.
You hear someone else is also opening their mailbox next to you, you don't have to know who it is since you know who lives next to you.
You clutch all of your mails close to your chest, then head to the elevator, scanning your mails one by one as you wait for the elevator to arrive.
When it dings open, you hurriedly get in and followed by him getting in after you. You shove your mails into your bag and lean against the wall of the elevator.
"What are you trying to do?" He asks you without looking your way.
And there it is, your first contact with him after months of radio silence, unread texts that you sent him, unreturned calls and the first thing he asks is your intention.
"Nice to know I’m no longer invisible to you,” you sneer.
You see him standing just a close distance from you with his back facing you. So close yet so far. Within grasp yet you can’t touch him.
You hear him inaudibly sigh, "I will not change my mind," he says and it sounds final.
"I know," you meekly say.
He doesn't hesitate to walk out the second the elevator slides open and leaves you behind, alone like you had been all these few months after he broke up with you.
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It's sad the way you act like strangers.
After all of you had together, he acts as if the two of you had never met.
You understand that you left too much mess and hurt him to the point that there's no going back to the way you were.
You do know and understand why he acts like that.
You convinced yourself that you can be nobody to him but oh… the feeling, it never came to an ending. He will forever be more than just a passing fancy to you.
When you saw him again that day, you can't lie that it hurts when he saw you like you were see-through, invisible, nothing.
There were so many times when you felt like you just wanted to blurt out and say, "I still love you", despite knowing that you shouldn't be, or tell him that.
Even if you didn't say it, you'd still have felt it. It is still there and forever will, along with that lingering regret of letting him go.
Just like the thought summoned him, you see him walking from the opposite end of the hallway.
When you both meet in the middle, he locked eyes with you for a second.
Even in that one second, you can't find the person you are deeply in love with.
Minho.
Who acts cold and nonchalant, but is actually warm from the inside, overflowing with charms.
He deeply cares for someone he loves, he takes care of you well, he has a beautiful smile that can easily cure your sorrows, he rarely said 'I love you' but often showed it through actions, and when he did say those three words, he meant it with all of his heart that your heart ached when you heard it.
You drag yourself to get into the elevator that takes you to your apartment floor, followed by someone who gets in just right in time before it slides shut, you glance at her and see the girl Minho talked with in front of the coffee shop, the one Kim gossiped to have a shot with Minho.
She shot you a smile as she caught you looking at her, you return the smile and turn your head back, straight ahead.
The elevator arrives at your floor, she goes straight to Minho's apartment and rings his doorbell without hesitation.
You can't help but stall as you unlock your door.
A moment later, Minho opens the door for her and keeps it open to let her in as he welcomes her with a smile.
You catch a sight of him closing the door as the smile fades from his face, like knowing that you were watching in on him.
You don't even deserve a smile, you remind yourself.
You can't sleep, you lay awake on your bed listening to the subtle noise they're making in the apartment next to you with all the lights turned out.
You hate to think of Minho being with somebody else.
Knowing that he's having someone over at his apartment makes you think of nothing, but him lying on the bed with her next to him.
She gets to feel the warmth of his body, touches his honey skin, the prominent veins on his arms, the taut of his muscles, and ultimately, his presence, wholly and completely.
You hear the faint sounds of laughter after laughter which makes you ask yourself when was the last time someone made you laugh like that.
You get sad that someone is Minho.
Your eyes fluttering shut now listening to the sound of fervent heavy breathings through the wall, the occasional low moans you hear, and rings in your ears.
You avert your thoughts to think that it was you he is touching right now, replace his hand with your hand and start touching yourself like he would do to you, in feather-like touches that always worked to make you tingle inside.
"Minho..." you call out his name, whispery and low like you were calling a divine living.
You slip your hands under your nightdress and keep touching yourself, imagining his mouth pressed close to your ears, replaying the saccharine words he always muttered to you.
"You're so beautiful,"
"Honey, I like the noises you make,"
"You always feel good around me,"
"I love you very much, honey,"
"My honey..." he once said with a breathy, hoarse voice, too fucked out to form full-on romantic praise for you.
You cup your breasts with your hands, softly kneading the flesh, and pinch your nipples until they harden.
You picture him taking them into his eager mouth, his tongue swirling around your hardening buds like they're candies. You move one hand down south and put your hand inside your underwear, tracing your delicate flesh, and found it already wet, wet just from the thoughts of him alone.
"Minho," you desperately call to the void in your bedroom.
You begin circling your clit to bring pleasure, moaning with every burning sensation for more until you can't take it anymore. Your body shakes, writhing with overwhelming, immense pleasure with your hand clamps between your legs.
"Minho..." you call him again as you reeling from the orgasm you brought on yourself.
You open your eyes after having them screwed shut the entire time you were touching yourself and find nothing but the grim, dark of your bedroom and the slivers of pale moonlight shining through your blinds.
A sudden thudding sound jolt you awake from your reverie and break the chain of your dreamy imagery of him touching you.
The thudding sound comes out repetitive, and the heavy breathing grows louder, louder enough that you can't ignore it.
You believe he is fucking her against the wall, and he probably does it on purpose for you to hear everything.
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"Noona, are you okay?"
You don't know how many times he has been asking you that he shakes your forearm for you to finally answer him.
“Uhm... yes?”
"You look pale," Seungmin says.
You are interviewing him again during his practice, at his team's baseball field as he prepares for his first major league game of the season.
"I'm okay. I just couldn't sleep last night," you reply with a convincing smile.
He nods his head and smiles back, "how about I treat you to lunch after the interview?" He asks.
You have rejected him enough to the point you feel bad saying no again to him, it’s only lunch, after all, no harm in it.
"Sure, but I'm going to make you treat me to something expensive," you tease.
He chuckles, "oh wow, okay," he says, a little flustered.
"And you have to treat the other two guys who came with me too," you tease again, pointing to the guys who set the camera and other equipment needed for the interview.
All of a sudden, you hear shouting from across the field and Seungmin comes rushing to your side.
It's too late to realize a ball is coming your way and hits you hard on the face.
The next thing you know, you are in the ambulance with ice packs on one side of your face and a neck brace.
Fortunately, there's nothing serious, no bone fracture despite the ball was going fast, at least 60mph.
But your jaw aches whenever you open your mouth, even a slight move to sip water hurts so much.
"I'm so sorry," Seungmin says to you, he looks so distraught like he is the only one responsible for this accident.
You wave him off, "it's an accident and I'm okay,"
"You should go back to practice," you tell him while pressing an ice pack to your bruised jaw.
"I-," he pauses to find an excuse to stay.
"It's okay, you can treat me to lunch next time," you tell him with a thin smile.
"I'm sorry," he says again even though he wasn't the one who pitched the ball.
"It's okay, just go back to your practice," you assure him and playfully shoo him away.
You insist on finishing your work real quick even though the office lets you go home early. Kim gasps seeing the bruise in her jaw turn into a deep shade of blue, she makes it dramatically loud for everyone to hear.
"Why are you still here?" She asks you in disbelief.
"Do you want me to drive you home?"
What she actually means by that is calls her boyfriend and tells him to drive you home.
"I'll go as soon as I finish this,"
You take a taxi home, but it starts to frustrate you that you can't eat anything because it's hurt to chew. You drink a bottle of juice and take another painkiller then try to get some rest.
Your doorbell ring once, for a second, maybe you imagined it since you have just woken up from your nap. You get up from bed and trudge your way to the door, opening it to find no one but a bag of food hung on the handle of the door.
You poke your head outside to see if someone delivered the wrong food order to your apartment, but the hall is empty.
You take the bag inside, to the kitchen then open it to find a bowl of porridge inside.
You quickly take a spoon and eat it, humming in satisfaction since you haven't had a decent meal since this morning.
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Your eyes widen when Seungmin is the one who walks up to your first, not the other way around.
"Aren't you going to interview me?" He asks you with that puppy smile of his.
"Yes, of course, but I can wait," you reply with a smile.
It's his first game and the first win he got with his new team, so many people want to interview him, but he chooses you first. You like the privilege he provides you but still, you have to keep it professional.
"I'll patiently wait for my turn," you say to him.
When it's finally your turn, you congratulate him first with a handshake, which, he gladly takes.
"Is it alright now?" He asks you, pointing to your bruised jaw that you tried to conceal with layers of foundation, but it's still apparent.
"It's still tender, but it's alright," you answer.
"I'm sorry, I was late to warn you," he apologized for the umpteenth time even though it was days ago the accident happened.
"Please, it gives me an excuse to ask you to treat me to something expensive," you joke.
"I can do that," he adds with a shy smile.
You don't reply but smile back at him and begin to interview him before you get tempted to tease him again because of how he would adorably react to it.
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You meet the girl Minho is seeing in the elevator again and she goes straight to Minho's apartment and you unlock the door fast, this time trying not to care and just get inside.
The thought that you'll hear them again through the thin wall that separates your apartment from his, annoys you so much that you decide to get out once you changed your clothes.
You went to the convenience store close to your apartment building and drink canned beers until you were boozy enough to get back to your apartment.
You find Minho is sorting trash right outside the building, it surprises you because it's only a little after midnight and him doing a chore at this hour only means the girl has left.
He walks behind you to the elevator and watches you push the button, waiting for the elevator in the empty lobby of the apartment building.
Inside the elevator, you catch him glancing at you through the reflection of the shiny surface of the elevator door.
You look down to see what you're wearing, and realize that you are wearing his hoodie, the one he left behind in your place before you two broke up.
He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a yawn.
He just doesn't know that you wear his clothes to bed on a night like this, to catch the scent of his that clung to the fabric that always provides you a sense of comfort and reminds you of the way his body wrapped around you, makes you feel less alone and held.
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Kim is talking to you as she waited for you to finish peeing inside the stall when suddenly she talks to someone else.
"Heard things are going great with you with Mr. Nighttime news," she says.
You figure that since she mentioned Minho's nickname on the TV station, she is talking to the girl he's seeing. You stay quiet inside even though you're done with your business inside the stall, afraid that she'll recognize you and let Kim know you're living next to Minho.
You can imagine her asking you everything about living next to him, and it already gives you a headache.
The other girl giggles, "well, so far so good,"
"You know not everyone can get to this level," Kim teases her.
The girl giggles again, "oh no, please," but her please demands more questions from Kim.
"I won't ask you about anything else, but is he good?"
"What?"
Through the crack of the toilet door, you can see Kim nudges her elbow, "girl, you know what I'm talking about," she riles her the best way.
"Well..." she stops there and doesn't say anything else.
"Okay, okay, I get you. But how far are you in the relationship?" Kim asks, doesn’t want to pressure her.
You unconsciously lean in so close, intently listening and looking forward to her answer but unfortunately, she turns on the faucet, and you can't hear her answer through the sound of the water running.
You sigh in disappointment and get out of the stall once the girl left the restroom.
You have no business asking Kim about what they talked about earlier, you decide to let it go and let the thought slip away.
Good thing you have just the right distraction, which is meeting Seungmin when you get off work.
"You're not here to see me, right?" You can't help but feel a little overconfident about it.
He smiles, "No, I happen to have an interview for a TV show," he answers while scratching the back of his neck.
You stifle a laugh, "Well, how silly of me!” you grimace, embarrassed.
"But I’m thinking of taking you out for dinner," he trails his words, unsure if you would agree with his idea.
"As a change for that lunch I promised you," he continues with eyes staring at you deeply as if he's manifesting something into your head.
"Yeah, sure," you answer.
He happens to come at the right time when you need something to avert your mind off of Minho.
"I was joking when I said treat me something expensive," you beam as you sit across from him in a fine dining restaurant.
"Well, let's just say we're having a celebratory dinner for my first win," he suggests.
You purse your lips for a moment and smile, "that's better!”
Seungmin looks so good tonight, he's wearing a dark blue fitted shirt that accentuates his broad shoulders and he keeps the hairstyle from the TV interview.
In contrast to his soft facial features and cute smiles, his eyes intensely gaze at you, and a sly smirk flashes once in a while in between conversations.
He drives you home, and the music he plays slowly lulls you to sleep.
You wake up to him gazing out of the windshield of his car with streams of water running down the foggy glass from the heavy rain.
The car is already parked right outside your apartment building.
You groan out loud that it startles him, "I didn't mean to fall asleep,"
He softly chuckles, "It's alright,"
You rest your head on the headrest of the passenger's seat, also staring out at the rain.
"Has it been raining long?" You stretch out a little.
"No, it only has been a few minutes," he answers.
He reclines on his seat and presents you with a view of his side profile, he looks good from any angle anyway. He’s just that good-looking.
You quickly snap yourself out of your daze, "anyway, thank you for dinner. It was nice," you deliver your gratitude with a touch on his arm.
He turns his head at you and smiles, "I'm glad.”
Without warning, his hand reaches for your jaw and gently brushes the skin so lightly with his knuckles, "is it better now?"
You shouldn't look into his eyes, but you don't know why your body betrays you just like that, "yeah," you reply, your voice dropping so low.
You slowly jerk your head away and get your bag, sling it across your shoulder, "I'll get going,”
He waits until you look at him again to say, "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight!" You say back with a sweet smile, then get out of his car. You run until you get to the entrance of the building, and turn around to wave at him before finally parting with him.
But that's also the end of the distraction you needed, something nudges your arm making you startled, looking over your shoulder to find Minho tapping your shoulder with an envelope.
"Your mail got into my mailbox," he says.
You stare at the mail and wonder why he bothers to tell you about it when he can just shove it into your mailbox instead of making a contact like this.
"Thanks," you mutter then take the mail from him.
You grip the handle of your bag so hard during the whole elevator ride up, fighting the urge to ask him about the girl he is seeing.
You let out the breath you have been holding once you got out of the elevator, be the one who gets out first and gets inside your apartment.
It's one of those nights again, where everything just comes back rushing in like floodwaters.
Minho and his sly smiles, his hands that impatiently touching you, holding you close, on the bed next to each other telling you random thoughts because he knows no one else would get it except you.
"Do you know why I love you?" he suddenly asked while threading his fingers with you under the cover.
"Because I'm hot," You playfully answered while laughing.
He pinched the flesh of your thigh, then kissed your shoulder, "that too, but there's one specific thing that I love about you," he said.
You turned on the bed to face him and used his hand as a pillow, "what is that?"
He held your face with a hand on your jaw, "when I hold you like this, you're always blinking slowly and deliberately like that," he explained, "like a cat,"
"Yeah?"
He nodded.
"Meow," you mewled like a kitten.
He softly laughed, then kissed you on the lips, soft and quick with a hand that squeezed your hip.
"Meow-meow," you mewled again at him while nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.
"That means I want more kisses," you told him, but you didn't wait for him to give you one. You pressed your lips on him, slightly opening your mouth to take his lips in yours, gently sucking on his lips and nibbling on them.
You mischievously licked his lips like a cat would do, then giggled.
It took him aback for a second, but he licked his wet lips to taste you on his.
"What a cute little kitten!" he exclaimed with a sly smirk then crashed himself on you, kissing you hard and down your pillow.
You can almost taste his lips on you, the softness, the plush, the warmness of them on yours, the way his lips glide over yours then take your lips on his.
And the little things that come with it, the way he likes to graze the tip of your nose with his before sinking his mouth on you, the hand that holds your chin to keep you still, the sigh he makes between kisses, and the smile against your lips as he makes witty remarks.
Or just to call you by the preferred pet name he likes to call you with.
"Honey..." with that mix of sweet and seductive tone, you still don’t know how he makes that possible.
"Minho..." you call again, hoping he can hear you desperately calling for him through the thin wall.
A tear escapes the corner of your eyes, sending it to roll down the side of your face.
The fact that he lives so close to you, only makes you unbearably sad. He's the closest he has ever been since he broke up with you, but he is still out of your grasp, endlessly tantalizing you.
-
You don't know how he ended up here, sitting across from you and acting like nothing ever happened between you.
You don't know how the sports news and the world news teams got together for a team dinner.
"Pour a drink for him!" Your boss nudges your elbow, gestures to the empty shot glass of Minho, and derails your train of thoughts.
You reluctantly obey and fill his glass with alcohol, but he refuses.
“I’m driving here,” He says to your boss.
This is the perfect time to get completely drunk and let everything be background noise to your life, including him.
But it's hard to gulp down your drink when the person who reminds you of the biggest regret of your life is sitting right in front of you.
Kim is not much help, she is resting her head on your shoulder, her cheeks blushed from the amount of alcohol she consumed that she barely functions anymore.
"I heard you dating that pretty variety show producer," your boss asks him, slurring his words yet he keeps mixing his poison in his glass.
Minho sheepishly smiles at him, "I'm not dating anyone," he answers, shutting down every rumor with such simple words.
Your boss chuckles at him, "how nice to be young and single, you get to date around," he enviously says.
He drinks the whole glass down and gasps, then winces at the bitterness of the alcohol.
"How come I never heard you dating anyone before?" Your boss suddenly asks him.
Your heart starts racing inside of you, putting your hands down under the table so no one can see how tight you clench your hands into fists.
Minho pours himself a drink and gulps it in one go, "that's because," he pauses to hiss at the alcohol, "I never dated anyone before," he finishes his sentence, his eyes locked with yours for a few seconds.
Nothing comes in contact with you, but you can feel the insufferable pain of being stabbed right to the chest.
"I don't believe you," your boss snickers at him, "a handsome man like you never dated before," he states in disbelief.
"No one ever comes to that extent," he says as he stares down his empty glass.
And you're losing the air in your chest the longer you stay at the table.
"Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom," you excuse yourself, and without waiting for anyone to reply, you run to the back entrance and retch for air.
You lean against stacks of crates filled with empty beer bottles, it makes a clinking sound as you rest your back against it, slump down until you squat down and hug your knees, clamping your head between your knees, and stay like that until you compose yourself enough to go back inside.
You're holding Kim with her arm around your shoulder, sitting on the empty bench just outside the restaurant.
"Are you my boyfriend?" She asks you with her head lolled on your shoulder.
"No, Kim! Your boyfriend is on the way to pick you up," you answer, keeping her steady by holding her head with one hand.
His boyfriend's car pulled up at the side of the road, he gets out of the car to help get Kim inside the backseat of his car.
"Do you need a lift?" He asks you.
"No thanks, you better get her home fast," you told him then closed the door of the car door.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'll take a taxi," you assure him.
"Be careful then!" He says to you, then jogs to the opposite side of the car to drive away.
A taxi comes to pick you up, offering his service, but when you're about to open the door, someone stops you.
Minho leans down to talk to the taxi driver, "I'm sorry, but we're not taking the taxi," he says.
You look at him rather blankly, and he looks back at you, "I'll take you home," he says.
You recognize right away from the tone that he's not asking nor offering, he commands you to go home with him.
You comply without saying anything from the moment you got into his car to him parking his car in the basement parking of your apartment building.
None of you move or are in hurry to get out of the car, and Minho turns off the car engine, making it even quieter than it already is.
You take a deep breath, to muster the courage to speak up, "did I hurt you that much?”
He let the words resound inside the car until the sound becomes nonexistent anymore.
He decides not to answer.
"Did I hurt you that much that the year we spent together became nothing to you?" You look away from his direction but being with him like this only makes you exposed and vulnerable, like an open wound.
You have been holding your tears for far too long that once you start crying, the tears won't stop coming out of your eyes.
It seems like Minho decides not to say anything. But that nothing speaks so much, so loud.
It means that, yes, you hurt him so much he can't fathom it in words.
And it hurts you even more.
You unbuckle your safety belt and dash out of his car, taking the emergency stairs instead of the elevator.
You don't want to see him, not after finding out that you hurt him so much that he has no words for it.
You keep climbing the stairs until you run out of breath, you break down on the steps and cry, letting it all out, and let the echo of your cries reminds you of how much it hurts to you too.
You realize how much pain you’ve caused him, for misjudging his limits, pushing him too far, taking him for granted.
You are so conceited to ever think that he wouldn't leave you.
You are so stupid to ever think he'd gladly take you back again with open arms.
While in reality, you are cruel. You're so selfish and heartless.
A sorry won't be enough, never will.
As of that moment, you promise yourself to not make his life harder or try to return to the way you both were.
You take these feelings that you still have for him as a punishment, a curse you put yourself into, and suffer it yourself.
-
It takes time to finally be able to make yourself a background character in his life.
You avoid seeing him, either at work or home. You go to work earlier than him and go home later than him. You do a lot of work in the field than in the office, but of course, there are times when you meet each other.
When it happens, you bite your tongue and let him pass.
And you will keep doing it until he thinks that you moved on.
"You missed the grand scene!" Kim says to you, whispering gossip like she usually does whenever she gets to see you back from the field.
"Mr. Nighttime news just scolded someone in his team. I don't know what got into him, but he looked so hot mad like that," Kim explains with giggles at the end.
"You're deranged!" You poke fun at her.
She shrugs innocently, "I also heard he broke up with that producer," she adds.
"What a shame that I have to miss all that!" You say with fake enthusiasm.
"Are you going again?" She asks.
"Yeah, I have to cover to help the guys covering soccer," you reply as you shove your things into your bag.
"Girl, we're all paid the same, slow down your roll,"
"Who said that I get paid the same as you?" You joke at her and stick your tongue out at her.
She kicks your office chair until it hits your knee, making you lose your balance, and sending you to topple to the side.
Luckily, someone catches you at the right time.
"Thank you," you muttered to him.
When you look up, Minho is looking down at you. You quickly retract yourself from him, then head inside the elevator that happens to be stopping on your floor.
It has been raining towards the end of the summer, and soon enough, the autumn air would start blowing cold winds your way.
You hate it that when the cold weather comes, all you remember is how Minho used to be worried for all the stray cats and wonder if they all have homes to shelter in.
It's a shame that everyone doesn't know this side of him, the side that he keeps hidden, at how thoughtful and soft-hearted he can be.
You squat down, looking down at the kitten hiding between a stack of folded boxes near the recycle bin, mewling at you, asking for help.
"I don't even know if I'm allowed to have a pet in the building," you say to the blue-eyed and grey furry kitten.
It keeps mewling, desperately seeking shelter and seeing the hope in you.
You hide the kitten inside your hoodie, then take the emergency stairs to prevent anyone from seeing you bringing a cat into the building.
You make a bed for the cat with a folded blanket in the pantry then place a bowl of water to drink.
You crouching down, watch it drinking the water in kitten licks.
"What should I call you?" You ask the kitten.
You pet its head, and it starts purring, "you have until tomorrow to think of a name," and it mewls in response.
You go to work early like usual, but Minho is unusually early on that day, you meet him inside the elevator.
Once it arrived in the lobby, you swiftly make your way out and leave him alone on his elevator ride down to the basement parking.
And work was such a drag, you wait a little later to come home to avoid seeing Minho on your way home.
Someone is waiting for you in the lobby and smiles so brightly at the sight of you.
"Hey, you work late?" He asks you.
"Seungmin, what are you doing here?" You ask in surprise.
"You have another interview?" Not getting ahead of yourself this time.
"No," he shakes his head, "I'm waiting for you,"
"Huh?" You blinked your eyes at him.
"Can we have dinner? Together?" He asks, rubbing his palms over his jeans out of nerves.
"Oh," it surprises you that he really does come to see you.
"Yes," you answered.
He treats you to another fancy dinner, after several meals and glasses of wine later, you catch Seungmin staring at you.
"Why are you staring at me?" You asked, putting down your wine glass, empty with no drop of wine left in it.
"You're beautiful. What else do people stare at you?" He asks you back.
He's smart and good-looking, he has that right amount of wit in him, such a catch!
You laugh at him, biting your lower lip, holding yourself from flirting back at him. You can't blame yourself for how your body reacts to his words, blushing profusely without you intended to.
"Can I talk to you?" He asks you, putting his hands down flat on the table, only inches away from yours.
"Aren't we already talking?" You ask back with a sly smile.
"Can I have your full attention then?" He asks you again with that wit of his.
You nod at him but do not say anything.
"I think you already know that I have feelings for you, Noona," he says to you, the glints in his eyes glimmering, looking alive more than he already is.
You nod again, not like you can get around it by playing dumb, you're not a schoolgirl anymore.
"We don't have to decide everything now. I just hope we can get to know each other better," he says to you, his hand finally reaching for you on the table.
"Take things slowly and take things further when we ready," he continues.
"But I can't decide this on my own," his eyes looking straight into yours.
"I'm asking if," he lifts your hand on the table and intertwines it with his, "I have your permission?"
And he is considerate too. What's not to like about him?
Your heart still aches for Minho but maybe trying to love someone else would help you move on from this part of your life that you find hard to get past.
The wound takes time to heal, but perhaps, Seungmin can also mend you back and make you better.
"Yes," you confidently said, hoping that the wound you carry won't bleed all over him.
You collapse onto the bed once you get back home and play the broadcast of Minho's nighttime news on your phone, letting Minho's voice fill the quiescent of your apartment, fold your hands under your head and close your eyes.
-
Minho didn't mean to act that way.
Your return to his life took him by surprise he didn't know how to react to it.
He is still hurting, he still thinks of his decision of breaking up with you over and over again until his head hurts.
He is still in love with you, but the pain still lingering inside him tells him to act the opposite way.
Ultimately, he didn't expect you to go this length to win him back.
When he broke up with you that night, you accepted his decision without saying anything and he thought that was what you really wanted.
And you hurt him back by treating him the same way he treated you. It felt like you really knew him, but now it feels like you see right through him.
It hurts him that he couldn't take care of you after seeing your bruised jaw. It hurts him that you have to talk formally to him. It hurts him that even when he looks at you and you look at him, no one has anything to say.
It also hurts him for hurting an innocent girl and dragging her to join in on his scheme to make you jealous.
On that night, he put another test on you, gave you a taste of how great of a pain he had been dealing with since he broke up with you, by telling you how you meant nothing to him.
But it only hurts him more.
Seeing you cry, sobbing with your hands clenched so tight as if to restrain yourself from bursting out of sadness and pain.
He so badly wanted to hold you, asking if you're okay, telling you that it hurts him more than it did to you, telling you how much he wants another chance to start it again with you.
But there seems to be no way back, not after what he had done to you. He blames his selfishness, his immature, hot-headed self for it.
It hurts and it hurts and it hurts. It's pain after pain. An endless torment to both, you and him.
He doesn't realize how much he still cares for you, loves you, craving your presence in his life like oxygen.
These past few weeks had convinced him, no matter how much he doesn't want to believe it, that you have moved on from him.
He saw you going on a date with that baseball player you interviewed a handful of times. He unconsciously followed you two and had dinner by himself just watching the two of you talk and eventually, holding hands.
He was sure he wouldn't regret his decision for breaking up with you.
As he stared at the way you looked back at him with a smile that he was greatly familiar with then he felt it, a hit of tremendous regret.
But if it's the only way he can see you smiling like that, he doesn't mind, he would endure the pain for it.
Even though, it’s painful to see that you are happy without him.
When he came home that night, he sat on the sofa and stayed there in the dark, he pulled out his phone to play videos of you and him together on a picnic.
You were nagging at him for taking bad pictures of you, laughing at the camera, trying to snatch his phone away from him.
"Not fair," you shouted at him in the video.
"Give it to me! I better take the pictures myself," you nagged at him and struggled to get his phone from him.
"I promise, this time I'll take good pictures of you," he said to you.
You rolled your eyes at him, doubting his promise, and tricked him by pretending to give in when you tried to snatch his phone again.
"You can't fool me!" He said to you.
You swat his hand instead, sending his phone dropped onto the picnic mat.
You crawled to grab the phone, but he stopped you, grabbed you by your waist, and pulled you closer until you both lay on the mat.
He grabbed the phone and filmed you both lying next to each other.
"You've been recording a video all this time?" You glared at him.
He laughed with his head pressed to the side of your face, kissing your cheek to console you. He turned your head to face him and without hesitation, kissed your lips.
You returned the kiss, opening your mouth for him, hand fisting the front of his t-shirt.
You took it to your advantage by taking his phone and succeed, but he swatted your hand like you did to him, forcing you to drop the phone.
The video recorded nothing but the sound of your nagging, followed by giggles and sounds of kisses.
"I love you," he faintly said to you.
You giggled again before saying the words back to him, "I love you,"
The video ends with the sound of a good summer day, where the birds sing and the wind made a rustling sound through the tree branches when everything felt so simpler, easier, and happier with you.
Minho took his phone and hit replay.
He lies down on his sofa and let the sound fill the emptiness in his apartment, and his heart.
He sees you coming his way, to get into the elevator, and his hand hovers over the button to keep it open for you.
You avoid his eyes, head down, not saying anything, opposite to the girl he knew, the one he was with, who likes to blabber around, telling him funny things you heard at work or just randomly throwing praises at him.
"I like you in a white fitted shirt,"
"You look good in anything, but my hands look best on you,"
"We can have much more fun when there's only two of us," you once said with a seductive smile.
"Minho..." you sadly called him when he knew you just had a bad day, got on his lap, and let him cradle you like a baby.
He would scratch the back of your head, patting your head while lying down until you fall asleep.
He misses you so much that his heartaches at the thought of you.
He is gripping the script so hard when the staff comes up to him and accidentally crumples it in his hand.
"We're going to replace the entertainment news with a live coverage of the last baseball game of the season," a staff tells him when he's already seated behind the desk, ready for his nighttime news broadcast.
"Yes," he awkwardly answered.
"It'll be 3 minutes, we're not going to ask a lot of questions at the end, but they'll be ready on the prompter," the staff further explained.
Minho nods then fix his ties one more time before the broadcast begins.
-
"Are we still live when it happens?" Is the first thing you ask the cameraman, who's just as shocked as you.
You were interviewing Seungmin when it happens, right after you finished up the report his teammates dumped a cooler of water on him, but since you were standing so close to him, you got a good splash of it, and one side of your body drenched.
"I-I think so," the cameraman says.
The cold weather doesn't help, it got you shivering in no time.
Other people help you by giving you towels on you to dry and wrap yourself with them.
Seungmin lends you his shirt, and you hurriedly change it in the restroom.
You check your phone and see a new message from Kim.
Are you okay?
She attached a video of you getting splashed right before the camera was cut off.
"Fuck!" You cursed under your breath.
You can imagine being the talk of the office or worse, an internet meme. You wince, but you are way too numb to even think of the aftermath of it.
You agreed to Seungmin drive you home, he stops you before entering his car to put on his jacket on you.
"You don't have to I-"
He puts his hands on your shoulders, "I thought you're giving me permission," he says.
You smile in defeat and nod, then let him open the car door for you.
"Thanks,"
He put the heater on, "is it warm enough for you?" as he checks the heat with his hand.
"Yeah," you reply, clutching his jacket together.
It smells exactly like him, a combination of musk and something soft, powdery of vanilla.
You hate to admit that you miss being treated like this, being taken care of, paid attention to, this sense of belonging to someone.
You look at him, both hands on the steering wheel, his athletic upper body of broad shoulders, toned biceps, and prominent veins on his hands.
Like all that isn't enough to charm you, he's also attentive, kind and polite, cultivated.
Maybe it's time to let go of Minho, not at once but slowly letting go of the hold that only hurts you the longer you hold on.
You failed a relationship with Minho doesn't mean you don't deserve another chance in love.
Because what if you miss a chance to be with someone like Seungmin?
You are too busy with the negative outcomes instead of the positive ones.
What if the relationship works?
Seungmin parked the car just right by the entrance of your apartment building.
"You'd better get inside and get warm," he says to you, rubbing the side of your arm.
You nod at him, "okay,"
You look at each other, smiling in the darkness inside the car, none of you move.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks you, he says it so low it's almost like a whisper.
You softly chuckle then lean in, be the one who initiates first by giving him a quick peck on the lips, "I told you, you have my permission," you remind him as you pull away.
He closes his eyes for a few seconds, still reeling from the fleeting, sweet kiss you gave him, then smiles.
"Goodnight!" You say to him as you get out of the car.
You wave at him until his car pulls away and leaves.
When you got inside the elevator, you've just realized that you are still wearing his jacket.
You stand outside your apartment door and quickly pull out your phone to send Seungmin a text to let him know about his jacket.
Something nudges your elbow, and you turn around to find Minho handing you a package.
"I found it right outside my door when I got home," Minho says to you.
You reluctantly take the package from him, the package is addressed to you, and your name is written on top.
"Thank you," you mutter to him with a thin smile.
You notice Minho is looking at the jacket you are wearing, you hurriedly push open the door with a loud crack, "Goodnight!" You said without looking at him.
You lean against the door as soon as you closed it behind you, you didn't mean to be rude to him, but that's the only way to do it, to put a safe distance and clear boundaries between you.
Truthfully, he is the one who set it in the first place. You are merely following the way he wanted it to be.
-
You're lucky that it's the weekend.
You kind of already guessed you would get sick from the cold, you've always been prone to cold weather. Flu and cold, you have it at least once during the winter.
When you woke up in the morning with a slight fever and a pounding headache, you know it's one of those times.
You sleep some more, drifting in and out of your sleep with the faint sound of the cat mewling from the direction of the kitchen.
You manage to sleep for another hour, but then someone continuously rings your doorbell, and it's getting annoying now that you reluctantly get up from your bed, staggering to open the door.
"Coming!" You croak to the impatient individual behind the door.
You fumble to unlock the door and pull it open, "yes?" You weakly ask.
It's Minho.
His eyes glared at you, unamused, but there's more to it, almost like a concerned expression.
"Can I help you?" You ask, wiping the cold sweat on your neck with the back of your hand.
He stays quiet for a moment then says, "I keep hearing noises in your apartment and-"
"It's the cat," you point to the cat trailing behind you.
"She's hungry, I'll-" you pause to wipe the sweat from your forehead, "I'll feed her real quick," you resolve, then push the door to close it.
He stops you from closing the door, without asking your permission, walks past you, and lets himself into your apartment.
"Are you aware that no pets are allowed in the building?" He asks you.
You brush your hair to the back, dirty and damp with sweat. You sigh, decide not to answer him but walk to the kitchen, take the cat food out of the lower cabinet and pour it into a bowl.
You fill another bowl with water, then place it in front of the cat.
The cat eagerly comes to the bowl and starts eating.
"She won't make any noise now," you told him.
You have no energy left to deal with him so you walk back to your room, leaving him alone in the living room. You pull up your duvet until it covers your whole body on the bed and tries to go back to sleep.
-
Minho's guess is right.
He knows you'll get sick after he saw you got splashed with water on a cold night like that.
He runs out of the way to see you and the 'your mail getting into my mailbox' becomes a lame, boring excuse.
Then he heard the constant noises coming from your side of the apartment, then hurriedly goes to your apartment to complain about it.
But what he found is something heartbreaking, he can see that you are sick, your cheeks flushed from your body heat, probably from the fever, and you kept wiping your sweat, you looked wan and unwell.
He didn't mean to complain, but it just came out like that, again, his immature selfishness got to him.
He stands there in the doorway of your bedroom, looking at you sleeping, whimpering in your sleep like you always do whenever you're sick.
It's hard trying not to care when you need to be taken care of.
He goes to the kitchen to get a bowl of lukewarm water and a cloth.
He sits on the edge of your bed and carefully wipes the sweat with the wet cloth, on your face, neck, and hands. He makes sure he cleaned you well, then put a wet towel on your forehead to soothe the fever.
He checks to see your fridge, there's nothing but some leftovers and apples, canned drinks, and bottles of water.
He goes back to his apartment to get some ingredients to cook a meal for you, but he didn't think of getting locked out.
He stands by your door trying to figure out the passcode to enter your apartment, he tries your birthday first, and it didn't work.
He doubts it would work, but he inputs his birthday next and to his surprise, the door clicks open.
He cooks you a meal and lets them sit on the stove so you can reheat it.
He knows he's overstayed his visit, not to mention, going into your apartment without your permission the second time.
He needs to check on you one more time, places a glass of water on your bedside table along with the medicine you have on your medicine box, then checks your temperature with the back of his hand.
He watches you for a moment, your mouth slightly parted, lowly whimpering with your eyes winced like you're having a nightmare.
His heart breaks all over again.
He realized that it must have been hard for you too.
He put strands of hair that stuck to your face, then put a hand on your cheek.
As you sense him, you nuzzle your face closer to his hand, seeking the comfort he brought through his touches.
There's so much he wanted to say to you but what comes out of his mouth at that moment is, "I'm sorry,"
He gets up and finally leaves you alone in your room.
-
Your doorbell rang for God only knows how many times that you got up from the bed and run to open the door, just to make it stop.
It startles you to find Seungmin standing outside your door, "I'm here for the jacket," he says to you with a puppy smile.
"Jacket?" You ask back then it comes to your mind, the jacket you accidentally took with you that night.
"Oh, yes, jacket," you sigh, feeling stupid.
Both of you look at each other in silence, then realize you haven't let him in.
"Oh my God, please come in!" You told him, step aside to let him into your apartment.
You follow him from behind, then catch your reflection in the mirror, and wince at how terrible you look right now. Hair tousled, a tangled mess, you didn't shower yesterday and you can imagine what you smell like without getting a whiff at it.
"I'm sorry, it's a mess," you say to him, then walk around the apartment picking up things to make it less of a mess.
"Jacket, jacket, jacket," you say repeatedly while looking for his varsity jacket which he lent you that night.
Found it under the pile of your coats, "I haven't washed it. Is it okay?" You meekly hand it to him.
"It's okay," he shortly replies.
"Are you okay? You look pale," he says.
You put your hair behind your ear and hope you still look decent, "I got a fever last night, but I'm okay now," you explain.
"Is it because of that night?"
You awkwardly laugh, "I'm always easily got sick during the cold season,"
"Would you excuse me? I just need to wash up a little bit,"
Or more, you add in your head."Sure," he replies.
"Please, make yourself at home. Help yourself to some drinks in the fridge," you tell him while taking a step backward to your bedroom.
You take a quick shower, only dry your hair as much, and startle yourself as you take a look at your reflection in the mirror. You wouldn't be surprised if he’s gone when you return because of how much you grossed him out.
The smell of food welcomes you instead, and you see Seungmin is stirring something in a pot.
It never crossed your mind that you would see him in your kitchen and is cooking on your stove.
He beams a smile when he notices you are coming his way.
"What are you cooking?" You ask him, looking into the pot and taking a whiff of it again.
"I'm not," he denies, "I'm just reheating what you cooked,"
"Huh?"
The cat mewling at the sight of you asking for food, you hurriedly fill her bowls with food and water, and pat her head as she dips her head into the bowl.
"Where do you keep the bowls?" He asks you.
"I'll do it!" You volunteered, getting up from squatting down on the kitchen floor.
You recognize the cook right away as you take your first spoonful of soup into your mouth, who exactly made this because you have tasted his cook so many times.
You almost choked on it, suddenly finding it hard to swallow it down your throat.
"It's good," Seungmin brightly says after he tastes the soup.
You put on a smile for him and push it down your throat.
You decide to take a walk after a late breakfast with Seungmin, have a coffee on the way, and enjoy the crisp, cool autumn air.
You sit on the bench, watching two puppies playing on the field and playfully bite each other.
"That one with brown fur looks like you," you tell him, half laughing.
Seungmin chuckles, "why?"
"Adorable but feisty," you shortly reply.
After finishing your coffee, you walk back to your apartment and stop at the entrance since Seungmin has to leave for his practice.
"I'm sorry that I haven't washed your jacket,”
He shrugs, "it's okay, I kind of like it,"
You chuckle at him.
"I like it now that it smells like you," he says to you.
You can't help but smile, he always says those kinds of things when you least expect it.
"You perv!" You poke fun at him, unable to find cheeky things to say back to him, lightly punch him on the arm instead.
He catches your hand to pull you closer, "I'll see you again," he says to you, holding your frame.
He smiles down at you, takes a long look at your face as if he would never see you again then slowly presses his lips on you.
The kiss is sweet and intoxicating that you find your hands looping around his neck, your body closing in on him.
He holds you as he deepens the kiss and breaks the kiss with a smile.
"Bye," he says to you as he places a quick peck on your lips.
"Bye," you breathlessly say back to him, then shyly return the deed.
You feel like floating as you make your way back to your apartment, but before that, you have one thing to do. You push the doorbell and patiently wait for him to open the door.
He is holding a cup of coffee in his other hand while the other keeps the door open, looking surprised to see you.
"Uhm… Thank you for the soup!" you sincerely utter your gratitude to him.
It seems like he doesn't expect you would say such a thing to him, he opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly come up with something else you want to talk about with him.
"But I'd really appreciate it if you didn't come to my apartment without my permission ever again," you sternly say to him, putting on a serious face.
He wants things to go this way, and you are giving him what he wants, that it's over, and there's nothing to do about it anymore.
"Good day," you finish with a thin smile, then walk back to your apartment.
-
Apart from everyone knowing you are the girl who got splashed during your live coverage, everyone talks about you being seen wearing his jacket from a picture that is going around on the internet.
Not to belittle his popularity, but you're glad that Seungmin hasn't gained that much popularity for everyone in the country to talk about it.
"Are you? Or are you not dating him?" Kim teases you and pulls your chair to face her.
You bite the end of your pen between your teeth and give her a sly smile.
"Yes or yes?"
You shrug, not answering her question.
"You slick!" Kim spins your chair and pushes it back to your desk.
You are more scared for Seungmin. What if he doesn't like being seen with you? Or worse, what if he has a second thought about dating you?
You send a text to Seungmin to make sure he's not taking the swirling rumors too seriously, and you are more than glad to just step back, being nobody to him again if you have to.
He doesn't reply yet even after you arrived at your apartment.
Someone rings the doorbell and you smile thinking it's him but found the landlord instead.
She looks angry, hands defensively folded in front of her, "I know you're keeping a pet inside,"
You got caught red-handed, and there's no way around it but to come clean, "Please, let me explain myself," you plead.
But it seems like she already has a list of things she wanted to complain to you and going through it one by one without a break, not giving you a chance to defend yourself.
In the middle of it, you see Minho comes out of his apartment and walks up to you.
"Why don't we get inside and sort things out in a calm manner," he injects himself into the conversation.
"I'm not mad. I'm just telling her the rules she broke in our lease," the landlord snaps at him.
"Yes, we can always solve it to-"
"There's no way to solve it, she's at fault!" The landlord snaps at him again then glares at you. She walks away looking even more pissed off than before.
You groan out of frustration, rest your back against the door, then look down at your feet, reorganizing your breathing to calm yourself down.
"I told you that pets are not allowed in the building," he says to you.
You sigh and ball your hands into fists, you already have enough of him trying to mind your business, "I can handle it myself," you sternly told him.
"I'm just trying to help," he says.
"I appreciate the help, but no thanks," you say back.
"Why are you like this?"
You completely lost it at that moment, "no, you should ask that yourself!" You poke his chest with your index finger.
"Why are you like this? You treat me like a stranger, our relationship is nonexistent to you, and now all of sudden you want to help?" You don't mean to push him hard but turns out, you push him hard enough to send him staggering backward.
You let out a heavy sigh and bite down your tears, upset that he made you lose your patience just like that.
"Make up your goddamn mind!" You say to him, then head back inside, slamming the door so hard the sound echoes through the hallway.
-
You sit on the steps of the emergency stairs to avoid seeing Minho, just staring out at the void and trying to gather your thoughts.
The cat helplessly mewls inside the carrier like she knows she will be sent off to someone else’s home.
You let her out of the carrier and place her on your lap, petting her back until she gets comfortable.
"Just a few days," you tell her.
The cat turns around on your lap and faces you, she slowly and deliberately blinks at you.
"You can trust me," you tell her.
The cat purrs on your thigh in response.
Not long after, your phone vibrated with a new text from Seungmin. You put the cat back into the carrier and dash outside to the parking lot.
Seungmin waves at you to let you know where he is, and you can see the brightness of his smile even from a distance away.
"Hey, I hope you're not busy," you say.
"I don't have any other choice, my friend at work, Kim is allergic to cats," you explain, feeling bad because you don't mean to burden him with your sudden favor.
He lightly shakes his head, "it's not a big deal," he answers, then takes the carrier from you.
"Just a few days. The landlord isn't upset, but she wants me to move to the next building as soon as possible," you hand him another bag filled with cat food.
"I hope things work out well," he responds as he opens the car door and places the carrier in the backseat.
You suddenly get sentimental about parting with the cat, you bend down just enough to look at her, "bye-bye for now," you tell her, then closes the car door.
"Anyway, what's the cat's name?" He asks you.
"I haven't named her yet," you answer while foolishly laughing.
And he laughs along with you.
"Please, take care of her!" You say to him, looking into his eyes even though you can't see it when he wears his baseball cap low like that.
"I will," he promises you.
You reach for his cap and take it off of him, revealing his freshly showered hair, tousled and damp with the smell of his shampoo. He must have just gotten out of practice when you called to ask him about keeping your cat for a few days.
"As much as I like seeing you in baseball caps," you take the cap and put it behind you, "I cannot see your beautiful face," you take a step closer and confidently look up at him, to see if he would kiss you.
He softly chuckles and snatches the cap back from you, but it's just an excuse to put his hands around you.
He leans in but not quite kissing you yet, smiling with his eyes gleaming under the last sliver of daylight.
"I'm sorry about the picture," you tell him.
"What picture?" He asks, utterly confused.
"There's this picture going around the internet of me wearing your jacket," you elaborate.
"Ah," he exclaims, then puts his hands on each side of your waist, "I really don't care about that kind of thing," he says.
You sigh in relief, you knew he's not the type to fuss over such things.
"But that kind of things matter, you're getting more popular now," you say to him, tipping your head to the back to look up at him.
He leans in closer until the tip of his nose meets yours, "yeah, but I get it from baseball, not rumors," he says.
You nod, agreeing with him, but your eyes are now focusing on his lips, and so does he.
"I have to go back to arrange a few things with the landlord," you say to him, your voice dropped so low without you intended to.
"Okay," he says.
But none of you are willing to let go.
Seungmin leans in even closer, brushing his lips over your cheek, then brings his mouth close to your ear.
"I don't want to say goodnight yet," he says to you.
You put your hands on him and trace his broad shoulders against his varsity jacket until your hands meet on the nape of his neck.
Seungmin drags his lips down your jaw, then kisses you there, on your chin, so close yet not where you wanted him the most.
You let out a gasp of disappointment.
"You're such a tease," you mutter to him with a pout.
Then he finally kisses you right at that moment.
His lips on your lips, soft and soft, gliding over yours, his tongue gently swiping over.
He's so good at it, kissing you and driving you crazy at the same time. You can feel the sparks, that fiery excitement in everything he does with you. The kisses are explosive, bursting with so much passion, each one of them.
You feel hopeful that maybe Seungmin is the one who can get you out of your misery.
He slowly let go of the kiss, and you almost let out a moan of complaint, but hold yourself back.
"I'll see you again," he says to you, take the cap you are holding, then put it on.
"See you again," you say to him with your mouth still agape from his kiss.
-
"Let’s go buy a dress! I can't be the only one dressing up for this thing," Kim says as she slides an invitation.
You pick it up to open it, "what's this?"
"The TV station's anniversary," she shortly replies.
It's this Friday, you still have two days to prepare yourself and be a loyal friend to Kim as the only two girls on the sports news team.
"Let's dress up real fancy!" You say to her, then hold up your hand for a high five.
"Fuck yes!" She says back as she returns the high five.
The baseball season doesn't start until spring, you spend most of your time in the office or helping the other journalists covering the news.
You hunt for dresses after work with Kim in order to get her approval and what kind of fancy you are aiming for and to avoid overdoing it.
It's been a long time since you haven't spent time with another girl, going shopping, trying on make-up, eating dinner, and having a few drinks together, all the things that you should be doing to put your mind off things.
As usual, Kim's boyfriend gives you a drive home at the end of the night, and you give Kim a quick hug before closing the car door.
You struggle to carry your shopping bags upstairs, you hastily drop them by the time you got inside your apartment, sighing in relief. It's so empty now without the cat meowing to welcome you or that annoying mewling she does when asking for food.
You rush to get out of the shower when you hear the banging on your door instead of the ringing of your doorbell.
You heavily sigh, wondering what kind of doom waiting for you behind the door this time.
Minho crashes his body at yours the second you opened the door, almost sending you falling to the back. You hold him up, using all of your strength to put him on his feet but failing.
"I'm home," he tells you, slurring his words.
From his alcohol-tinted breath, you can tell that he has been drinking.
You try to make him stand on his feet but fail again.
"Hold me!" He begs you, wrapping his arms around you.
"Minho, you're heavy!" You complain, staying on your stance to hold him against you.
He tightens his arms around you and presses his head on your chest, "when you hold me like this, I can feel your heart beating," he mumbles to you.
It's so unlike him to be reckless like this, drunk and acting foolish. You drag him with you to his door and force him to come to his sense so he can tell you the passcode to his apartment.
"I need the passcode! I'm getting tired!" You complain to him between your pants.
Minho doesn't say anything but nestles his head on the crook of your neck, "Happy anniversary!" He says to you.
"Huh?"
"Anniversary," he mumbles.
"2 years," he adds then slumps on your chest, that you have no other option but to hoist him up again.
"Minho!" You call his name out of annoyance while shaking his body awake.
"Minho..." you shake his body harder, but he is still far from being sober.
"The passcode, please?" You ask, completely frustrated.
"Anniversary," he answers.
You heavily sigh again, not only that you're wearing a bathrobe but also trying to get four digits number from him when he's drunk out of his mind like this.
“Happy anniversary,” he mumbles again and again.
It takes you a while to realize that the passcode is the date of your anniversary.
You enter the numbers into the panel, and it clicks open.
You walk him to the sofa in his living room and lay him there, taking off his shoes and putting a glass of water on the table next to the sofa.
You sit next to him and watch him sleeping, eyes closed with dark, long eyelashes fanning out beautifully along his eyelids. He's beautiful just how you remember him, his nose, his lips, and those eyes that always intensely gaze at you.
It always scares you to look into his eyes, afraid that you'd be falling in love again.
"What did we do wrong, Minho?" You ask him.
You unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt, then hold him by his neck; he suddenly catches your hand and holds it close to his cheek.
"Happy anniversary!" He mumbles again.
Today is indeed your anniversary, you remember it, and he still remembers it too. Looking back at it now, it only brings back hurtful memories.
"There's no anniversary, Minho!" You softly say.
"I made a mistake. I ended us," you remind him.
You get and make your way to the door, you turn around to see him, and you think maybe it's time.
You hurt each other enough, and you're getting tired of playing the game.
It's time to let go.
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