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theodore nott x fem!reader | 2.9k

you're high and horny. what else is there to do but fool around with your very handsome boyfriend?

cw: smoking weed, consensual high sex, thigh riding, unprotected p in v sex, blowjob, creampie, dirty talk, gratuitous use of teddy as a nickname, really just like, filth and more filth and even more filth from two people super in love.

a/n: yeah, i'm as surprised as you are to find myself here. it's fine. this is a Christmas present for @strangerfreaks. love to be depraved with you, hope this is adequate <3

"Are you high yet?"

Theo bounces his leg to rouse you. It jostles you from the pleasant daydream you were having behind closed lids, your head pillowed on his cotton-clad thigh.

"Theo," you groan. "That was rude."

You look up at him and he's already watching you, his face stupidly handsome even from this angle. Long lashes, dark curls spilling over his forehead, eyes flashing with mischief. Your gaze lingers on his lips and he notices.

"See something you'd like, darling?" he coos. You roll your eyes at him, cheeks hot. He laughs, a low rumble deep in his chest and steals your hand from where it rests on your stomach to kiss your palm. "If you want a kiss you need only ask."

His flat is less decorated and more lived-in. Piles of books and parchment, Muggle DVD cases for the player you got him. Jackets he's forgotten to hang up and ticket stubs from places in London you've been together. There are traces of you everywhere. A scarf you forgot, a pair of shoes you left after they got soaked in a rainstorm even though he spelled them dry. Your books, of course, and your work folders. A blanket you brought from your flat when you floo'd over to wait for him when you were sick.

Tonight, he rolled a joint with nimble fingers. You licked it at his request and he sealed it, lit it, and here you are.

He strokes one long finger down your nose and you realize you've closed your eyes again.

"I think you're stoned, love," he says.

"Am I?" you ask. "Maybe. Keep doing that, it feels nice."

He presses his thumb lightly to your lips instead, his other hand still holding yours, your palm near his mouth.

"I can think of some other things that might feel nice." The suggestion in his voice is clear even to your fogged mind. You've done that before -- fooled around high. Everything is more sensitive, more intense. You love it.

"I'm sure you can," you tease, smiling. Your eyes flutter open and his expression has turned lovesick.

"Merlin," he sighs. "You're bloody gorgeous."

"Teddy," you say, happily. You sit up and scoot closer to him, draping your legs over one of his spread thighs.

"I'm high," he says, cupping your face.

You frown. "You know you're high because you think I'm pretty?"

He kisses the corner of your mouth a bit sloppily. "No, gorgeous girl," he whispers. "Because I can't keep my mouth shut about it."

"Kiss me then, please."

He does. It's just how you like it, even though the haze of the high. He pulls your lower lip between his and nips you just a little -- enough that you yelp and open your mouth for him. HIs tongue slides in and tangles with yours, licking into your mouth with the desperation he so rarely shows.

Theo is the calm one. The laid back one, the one who is quick to joke, quick to counter. He's always watching, always listening, but doing both so well you don't realize.

You didn't realize he'd had his eye on you. His cool exterior had fooled you into thinking he was indifferent, that you were just another girl he worked with. But when you'd been put on assignment together -- he was funny. He made you laugh, complimented you skills, told you a bit about himself. It was different enough from the version you saw day-to-day that you realized that this was who he really is.

And now you love him.

Especially when he does that thing with his tongue.

You moan into his mouth and he smiles against your lips. Your hands are in his hair and you are pressing your thighs together hard. He notices.

"Darling," he says, lips trailing down your neck. His voice is raspy, you notice with satisfaction. You affect him, too. "I think a different position might be prudent."

Theo grips your hips like he means to help you into his lap but you surprise him and straddle one of his thighs, instead. The couch is deep and he sinks back into it with a slightly awed expression as you dig your knees into the cushion.

"How's this?" you ask with a smirk.

"Fuck," he breathes.

You grind down onto his thigh. He's warm through the fabric of his sleep pants and yours, but the friction makes you moan. Head thrown back, you grind even harder, bracing yourself on his shoulder. His fingertips dig into your hip and you hear his ragged inhale.

"Theo," you moan. You're probably making a mess of both of your clothes but you don't care. It feels so good and you're so wet. "Fuck, that's good."

"I wish you could see how you look right now," he murmurs. "What if I --"

He bounces his leg just a little, the same way he did when he woke you from your dream, and you have to bite your lip.

"No, no," he coaches. "Let me hear you."

He does it again and this time you don't swallow it.

"That's so good," you manage. "God, Theo, I'm --"

"You going to come from riding my thigh? With your clothes on? Fuck, darling," he laughs. "You really are high."

"And horny," you say, grinding down again. "I could -- ah -- take my trousers off -- fuck -- if you want --"

He pulls you closer so he can attach his lips to you neck.

"Oh, they'll come off," he assures you. "Keep going, love. You can do it, I know you can --"

The coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. God, are you really going to come from this? You're panting, eyes screwed shut as you move your hips, your cunt pressed tight to the muscle of his leg as he bounces in time with you.

"Theo, Theo, Theo, Theo --"

One of his movements causes the fabric of your panties to catch your clit and you're seeing stars, back arching and mouth open in a silent scream as you come.

"That's it, ride it out, baby, you look so fucking gorgeous --"

You flop forward onto Theo, mouth pressed to his temple as his arms wrap around you. Your chests are heaving in tandem.

Then he laughs.

"Holy shit," he says. "You just rode my thigh and came."

The giggles are infectious, everything heightened by the weed.

You shift your hips and groan at the stimulation. "And I still need more of you, Teddy," you whine.

His fingers press so hard into your hips they might bruise. "Fuck," he groans. "I'm so hard, you have no idea."

You rise from his thigh and gingerly step off the couch, knees a little wobbly. "I can change that."

Theo catches on quick, bright even when stoned, and quickly tosses a pillow from the couch onto the floor as you get to your knees. His legs are already spread but he lifts his hips for you to tug off his soft pants and briefs in one go. There's a spot on the fabric of one thigh, to your satisfaction.

His cock springs free and you giggle.

"Don't laugh at a man's dick, darling," he says. You look up at him and his pupils are totally blown. He reaches for your face, cupping your cheek and thumbing at the corner of your mouth. "God, you look so pretty like this."

"So many compliments, Nott," you coo, punctuating his name by wrapping your hand around the base of his cock.

He moans, head thunking back on the couch. You stroke his bare thighs with your other hand. Truly one of your favorite parts of him -- the chorded muscle from his days as an athlete and the rigor of his job, his vanity and his pride playing no small part. He's got his shirt on, still, but you can see the way his dark hair trails up to his navel. Around his cock, it's wilder. He's big, too, which you know well by now. It took a while to get used to.

"What can I say? I have a way with wor-- fuck."

You cut him off when you scoot forward and tongue the tip of him, dipping in and out of the slit before tracing the edges of the mushroom-shaped head. "You always taste so good, Teddy," you sigh.

"Merlin," he groans. "You're going to end this before it starts if you talk like that."

"You know I have a way with words, darling," you mock.

He winds his fingers into your hair, expression somewhere between amazed and lovesick. That's one thing about Theo that you adore -- no matter how cool he seems, how aloof he appears to strangers, he's never shy about how much he loves you. He'll scream it from the rooftops without hesitation. Always quick to defend you, even quicker to remind anyone with wandering eyes or careless words that he's yours and, by the grace of who-the-fuck-knows, you're his.

"Only a little, alright?" he purrs. "I want to finish inside you."

"My mouth is a part of me," you remind him. His fingers tighten when you drag your tongue up his shaft, the tug on your hair getting close to a sting. It makes you press your legs together even harder.

"Sweetheart," he moans. "Don't tease."

It's rich, coming from him. Just last week he wanted to see how long you could go without finishing. He brought you to the edge of your peak over and over again until you were a sweaty, screaming mess. But he's right -- you want him inside you more than anything. You want to hold him close, feel him in every part possible, to look into his eyes as he fills you.

The weed slows things down, makes you pay attention to the rise and fall of his chest, the flush that travels down his neck and fades at his collarbones. His nostrils flare and the muscles in his legs tense with every flash of your tongue.

"Alright, Teddy," you coo. "You want to say please?"

He tugs on your hair sharply for the sass but strokes his thumb down your cheek in apology after. "Please," he drawls. "Be gentle with me, my love."

It's sincere and sarcastic at once, hovering on the edge of petulant. Everything is so much more fun like this. You feel every point of contact between you like a brand. His cock is heavy on your tongue and you take your time, never taking more than a few inches at once. Other nights you'd stretch yourself, open your throat and let him go as far as you could manage, spit dripping down your chin and throat contracting around the head of him. But tonight is all about going slow and feeling it.

Theo loves your mouth. He loves every part of you, obviously, but you know he gets off on the naked display of trust, of control. Being at your mercy even if you're the one on your knees. You have all the power. It's evident when you fondle his balls, pulling on the skin with your lips. You trace the vein that runs up the underside of his shaft with your tongue, hollowing your cheeks and humming.

"Fuck," he groans. He tugs at your hair again but this time to pull you off him with a pop. You stroke him slowly with one hand, your leftover spit making the drag of his skin easier in your palm.

"Had enough?" you ask, panting.

You've wrecked him. His chest is heaving, shirt tossed aside while you were sucking his cock. The visible muscles make you clench your core, the dark dusting of hair below his navel and the heft of his pecs and obliques. He's a beautiful man, and a part of your blissed-out brain fixates on it.

He's yours.

"Never enough of you," he rasps. "Come here, please."

Please. You've really done a number on him.

"Reverse?" you ask, standing, fingers digging into his knees as you use them to rise to your feet. You tug off your top and abandon your bottoms and panties in one go, not at all sexy. You just want to be close to him.

"No," he says, quickly. "No, hold on--"

His hands drag up your bare thighs and over your hips, digging into your soft flesh. He scoots back on the couch and spreads his legs further, spine more upright.

"I want to taste you," Theo confesses. He palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples and you throw your head back, a grin permanently on your face. You feel so loved under his hands, so wanted. It's intoxicating. You've never felt as beautiful as you do under his touches. You grip his shoulders, imagining his mouth between your thighs, and moan.

"But--"

"Not tonight," he finished. "I want to fuck you even more. Do you think you can --"

You catch on before he can finish, straddling him properly this time. His cock slides between your folds immediately, catching your clit and you hiss. You're so turned on you might explode.

"I've got you," Theo mutters. "Do you need me to stretch--"

"No," yougasp. "No, Teddy, please, just --"

Your plea is all it takes. His hand on your hip grips even harder and he lines himself up with your entrance. "Sink down, love," he asks. "That's it. Fuck, you're tight."

You groan in unison, foreheads pressed together. Your knees sink into the couch and he holds you steady until you've taken as much as you can in this position, inch by inch.

"So big, Teddy," you babble. "God, I don't know how it all fits, I'm so full --"

It's probably half the weed talking but it's honest. You've never felt anything like Theo and he knows it.

"So good, darling," he moans. "Fuck, it's always so good with you, I feel like I could come right here--"

You rock your hips and you both hiss. You're so keyed up that it could either go for hours or it'll be over in minutes. You don't mind either way, so long as he's inside you.

"Can I move?" he begs. "Please, please say I can, it'll feel so good--"

You nod, lips brushing, inhaling each other's exhales. You rise up just a little and Theo meets your descent with a thrust of his hips that has you both gasping.

"I won't last long," you tell him, teeth nipping at his earlobe. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair. His lips trail down your neck, your collarbones.

"Me neither," he grinds out. "Fuck, you have a perfect cunt--"

Maybe it's the angle, maybe it's the force behind his thrust, but the head of his cock drags across a spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"Theo," you groan. "Again, please. Right there, I --"

He obeys, picking up the pace. "Are you going to come on my cock, baby?" he babbles. "Come on, I want to feel it. I was made to fuck you, to make you feel good, show me, show me--"

His hips pick up pace and you hold on for deer life. It feels like coming home, like you were meant to be joined liked this and any alternative is unacceptable, a violation against nature herself.

Theo drills into that spot and you gasp, tears building behind your eyes alongside the coil in your belly. The sounds of your smacking flesh fills the room alongside your pants and you chant his name like a prayer, a benediction, a blessing.

"Theo, Theo, Theo --"

He presses his lips to yours in less of a kiss and more of a lifeline, breaths mingling, eyes open and staring into each other's blown pupils.

And then you fall apart. Right over the cliff, so intense that your eyes screw shut and your entire body pulses in time with your cunt, Theo's name the only thing your brain can manage. He follows you, hips stuttering before his teeth dig into your lower lip and he empties himself inside you, warm and full.

Your tacky foreheads stick together but neither one of you makes to move. You could probably sit here forever, his arms around you and his solid length still inside you.

"Fuck," he manages. He wipes sweat from your hairline with his finger. "Are you okay?"

You drag your lips across his cheek to settle at the corner of his mouth.

"More than okay," you manage. "I've just been fucked within an inch of my life and I'm still high."

Theo laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs, and pretty soon you are a pair of naked, high adults so in love that you can't stop laughing.

"I love you," Theo says, suddenly. "This is perfect."

He's said it before. Many times, by now. But it's such an honest way to sum up your lives together that you can't help but grin like it's the first time.

"I love you, Teddy," you say. You shift your hips and feel his cock spring to life inside you. "So much."

"Enough for more?" he replies, voice hoarser than before. "I think weed decreases my refractory period."

You kiss him. Full on the mouth, sloppy, unexpected. He smiles into it, your tongue parting his lips answer enough.

"Bed, please," you manage to say.

Theo fumbles for his wand and there's a crack, a swooping in your stomach, and then you're falling back onto his pillows.

Lips on your earlobe, his cock still inside you, he whispers, "Your wish is my command."

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kasagia · 5 months ago

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Pairing: Benny Cross x fem!ex-girlfiriend! reader Summary: After your rather stormy breakup, Benny decides he can't live without you. He'll get you back. At any cost. Even if he has to force you over his motorcycle and take you far out of town. Taglist for Benny: @aleemendoza2425-blog Benny Cross' Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist P.S. I accept requests for Benny if you want to read sth specific with our boy 😊

Even if it's handcuffed I'm leaving here with you Bygones will be bygone eras Fading into gray We broke all the pieces, but still want to play the game I told my friends I hate you but I love you just the same Pick your poison, babe I'm poison either way... Whether I'm gonna be your wife or Gonna smash up your bike I haven't decided yet But I'm gonna get you back - "imgonnagetyouback" Taylor Swift

“What the hell is he doing here?” You ask angrily, looking out your office window as you see your ex’s Harley parked next to your car.

"Maybe he forgot something from you. Did you give him all his stuff back?" Your friend asks, putting the papers into a folder.

"No. I gathered all four of his shirts and two pairs of pants and made myself a campfire behind the house." You huff angrily, closing the blinds so you wouldn't have to watch the blue-eyed Vandal leaning against your car.

"So what does he want? From what you've told me, your relationship ended in a hell of a bad way, and he was a world-class asshole." You tremble at the mere memory of your breakup with Benny.

You and he met at one of the Vandals' bar. You happened to go there for a drink with your girls; he noticed you and started talking with you. He was flirting with you the whole night and tried to take you with him for a ride on his bike. The first time you turned him down. Then he tracked down where you lived and showed up at your door, offering a ride to your work.

You should have seen a red flag then. But you were too stupid and infatuated by him enough to think it was romantic.

As time went on, he took you to Vandals meetings more and more often. And it was fun. Until you had to bail him out of arrest, pick him up from the hospital, and wait forever for him at home, wondering if he'd be sleeping next to you in bed or at the police station.

And one day, when he ended up in the hospital after some guys beat him up for wearing Vandal's colours, you broke. You begged him to stop while he was still alive and well (which was doubtful considering the doctors were still debating whether to cut off his foot); you literally knelt by his bed and cried like a baby while all he cared about was whether he could keep riding.

But that wasn't the worst. The worst was that every time you argued, he threatened to leave, to disappear, that it would be best for you if he left you alone. And at first you begged him, terrified, to stay, but over time you started to react to those words... more aggressively.

Then you decided you were fed up with living with the wandering cat he was and broke up with him. Roughly. Stormily. Your neighbours heard more than one of your arguments, and the whole street saw you throwing his stuff out the window and finally throwing rocks at him as he rode away on his beloved Harley. On second thought, maybe you were both two big damn red carpets.

"I don't want to know. Will you take me home? The last thing I want today is to meet that son of a bitch."

You sigh, dragging the papers to your desk. You grab your black blazer and throw it on over your white shirt. You adjust your black pencil skirt and grab your purse to follow your friend.

You took the job as a secretary right after breaking up with Benny. You quit your old job not wanting him to know where you worked, but apparently Vandal had his ways. You wonder if choosing another job wasn't a slap in the face for Benny. Choosing such a boring and ordinary job would piss him off even more and prove that you really aren't made for each other.

Just like Benny, you could be hellishly mean.

"What the hell?" Your friend asks as you exit out the back and her car isn't in the parking lot. But there is another Vandal with his motorcycle.

"Johnny." You greet him and walk over to him, crossing your arms. Your friend is hot on your heels. "What are you doing here?"

"Kiddo said you two have a problem in your relationship."

"We don't have any relationship, so there is no problem between us. But apparently, my friend lost her car. Can you help her?" You ask him, furious with Benny for not acknowledging your breakup.

"Y/N... you know that I don't like to get involved in the shit that's not mine, but this kid has been going crazy for a month now. He's been doing even worse shitty things than before, and I can't tell you how many times we've picked him up from jail in the past few fucking weeks. If you ever cared about him, talk to him. He's becoming wildly unpredictable. Even for me."

You bite your lip at his words. You know perfectly well what Benny is like, or rather what he was like before he met you. Thanks to you, he stopped riding so fast and carefree, ended up in the hospital much less often, and even obeyed the speed limit when you were with him on his bike.

You can only imagine what he's been up to in your absence and to what extent, since Johnny took an interest and came to you to talk about it.

"Don't manipulate me, Johnny. You know damn well he deserved it. Now you know what I had to deal with throughout this whole fucking relationship." You reply dryly, not wanting to fall for the Vandals' sweet words again.

You loved them like family, but sometimes you have to cut yourself off from them to save your sanity. And you desperately needed some time to yourself and a break from all of Benny's antics.

"Well... I know Benny isn't easy, but he really is a good kid. Carrot and stick. That's what he needs. And for the sake of your lady-buddy's car and your friendship... maybe you should go and have a few words with him."

"Screw you." You growl, rolling your eyes, and walk away from them. "What are you waiting for?! Take her to this fucking car!" You shout, walking back to the main building to exit through the main entrance.

Johnny puts your friend on his bike, and all you can do is give her an apologetic look as he takes her to where they moved her car. You don't even want to know how they did it.

You sigh as you walk through the office and stand in front of the main exit doors. You glance at your watch and walk out of the building with your heart in your mouth.

You walk down the sidewalk with the other people from work who have just left. Benny's blue irises land on you immediately. He straightens up, stopping leaning against your car and throwing away a cigarette he was smoking. He looks at you expectantly. You nod at him and pretend to walk in his direction.

You cross the street on the crosswalk, but instead of turning right towards the parking lot, you run as hard as you can to the left towards the bus stop.

"Y/N!" Benny shouts after you, and a moment later, you hear the thud of his combat boots against the pavement as he runs after you.

The bus pulls up to the stop, and you run inside. Luckily, the driver closes the doors before Benny can get to them. He bangs on the glass, shouting your name and some curse words, but you can't hear him clearly as the bus starts moving.

You breathe a sigh of relief and wipe your sweaty forehead. This time you did it. You just hoped your friend would get her car back before Benny went to Johnny and complained to him that you ran away.

But for now, you're happy that you managed to outsmart your ex.

The next morning you cautiously peer out from behind your front door, searching for a head of blonde hair. Even though you couldn't see any Vandal's motorcycle through the window, you wanted to be sure that none would suddenly pop out from nowhere.

You sigh with relief, not seeing anything suspicious.

You open the door wider, but something is blocking you. On your way out, you notice a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers. You pick it up and examine it carefully, but you don't see any note or card. But you do see a necklace.

The flowers are tied with a fucking necklace. The necklace Benny gave you at the beginning of your relationship with his initials carved into the back of the silver heart. (One of the guys worked at a jeweler's and did it for him for practically free through a connection or something.) The necklace you threw in his face when you broke up with him.

Furious, you want to throw the flowers in the trash. Instead, you decide to put the necklace in your pocket and walk to work. On the way, you pass a school and hand the bouquet to the first girl you see. At least she was happy because of those damn flowers.

As you continue your walk, you see a motorcyclist in the distance. You tense up and quicken your pace, praying that it's not a Vandal, but apparently you're out of luck today.

"Y/N?! How long have we not seen each other?!" Danny screams as he rides to you. You sigh as his bike blocks the entire sidewalk and force a smile.

"Probably ages ago. How you doing?"

"Great. Can I give you a ride somewhere? Where's Benny? Shouldn't he be the one hauling your ass to work?" He asks, already taking out a helmet for you. You reluctantly accept it and climb behind him on the bike.

"We broke up." You inform him, knowing full well that he's been away from the Vandals lately due to studies and his photography stuff.

"Oh shit. He must be devastated then." He comments and starts the engine. You hold on to him as he drives you to the address you gave him.

The drive takes a few minutes. Luckily, your car is still parked outside the building, and you don't see any parked bikes.

"Thanks. Danny? Can you give this to Benny? You probably will see him sooner than me." You say and hand him the necklace. He nods and drives away, leaving you alone.

You approach your car and curse, seeing the lock placed on the wheel. Not a police lock. A lock that the Vandals often put on and took off in exchange for small money. A small tag was attached to it. It had the date and time written on it—probably their next meeting that they wanted you to join in exchange for taking the damn thing off your car.

"Bad day?"

You flinch and turn around, surprised by someone's presence. You sigh with relief when you see only Mike—an accountant from the company you worked for.

"Bad week. Plus, it looks like I'm grounded." You say and kick your leg against the wheel of your car.

"Yeah, I recognise that. My friend had to pay them like $100 to get that damn thing off. He was rushing to some meeting and couldn't wait for the police and similar stuff. I can get someone to take it off for you."

"I'm afraid I don't have enough money." You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for a weekend with the Vandals. In Benny's company. Talking to him. You already feel sick.

"For free. Friend of mine owns me a little favour."

"Seriously?" You ask, shocked. He nervously rubs the back of his neck with his hands and nods, giving you an uncertain smile.

"Yeah, no problem. And before he will do it... do you mind if we both go to lunch? I mean... you don't have to if you don't want to..."

"You know... I would actually like that." You interrupt him with a smirk, seeing him stuttering, unable to finish his sentence as he blushes.

"Really?" You almost giggle at his incredulous question and the gleam of happiness in his eyes. You nod with a huge, genuine smile, practically forgetting why you agreed to this date in the first place. "So... in four hours at the exit?"

"I will be waiting." With a smile, you leave him behind and enter the office. Maybe this day wasn't such a tragedy after all...

Benny was drinking beer with Johnny and Danny at a table in their favourite bar. The Vandals were circling him like vultures, just waiting for a little sensation and gossiping about his breakup with you.

"It must be hard for you, man. We all saw how much you loved her. Like a Catholic loves a goddamn God."

"Too bad she can't see it." Benny mumbles, lighting a cigarette. His one hand plays with the necklace he left on your doorstep this morning, which you gave to Denny. Benny gave you his fucking heart, and you still rejected it. He had to try harder. He had to talk to you first.

"Hey Benny-boy? How are you? Are you still getting over your breakup with your girlfriend? Do you love her that much? Come on, come with us. We'll race to the brothel, and you'll forget about this bitch in a second." Some Vandal walks up to him and pats him on the back.

"Benny no..." Johnny is interrupted by the crash of Vandal's jaw as Benny's fist hits him.

A second later, a beer bottle shatters over the head of a bleeding man on the floor, and Johnny and Danny try to pull him away from the guy. The entire club boos and cheers for the fight, but the guys quickly drag Benny outside.

"What the hell?! You can love her, but damn, don't be such a girl and react at each shitty comment!" Johnny yells at him and hits him in the chest with his hands. Benny huffs indignantly and puts his hands in his pockets to stop himself from hitting him.

"I hate her!" He growls furiously and plays with the necklace in his pants' pocket.

"And love her just the same, huh?" Danny asks and gives Benny a cigarette.

Benny doesn't answer. He smokes furiously, trying to clear his head, but all he can think about is you. Your scent, your taste, the softness of your body, the shudder of your breath beneath him, the way you clenched your hands around his shirt across his stomach when you rode with him on his bike, the way you pressed yourself against him and snuggled up to him every chance you got... fuck, he missed you. More than he previously thought he would be.

"Benny?! I saw your girl with some man in a suit! At that one of those Italian restaurants on the corner of Main Street. You know, the shitty one for rich people. You should do something about this." One of the bikers rides up and informs him, then rides away before Benny can say anything.

"Kid, don't…" Johnny tries to stop him, but Benny is already on his motorcycle. He starts it and rides as fast as he can, ignoring the shouts behind him.

All Benny could think about was how he was going to beat up the guy who dared to touch you. You were his girlfriend. You were one of the Vandals. You might have been on a break, but that didn't give any man the right to hit on you. Not when you had Benny and Benny had you.

It was simple logic. Nobody messes with the Vandals and their girls.

Benny sped through the city, not stopping at red lights. It wasn't until he was at a restaurant that he stopped his Harley.

He didn't turn off the engine, though. He was staring intently through the restaurant windows and checking out each customer until his eyes landed on you and some shit in a suit who had the nerve to get your attention.

Benny tugged on the handle, causing his bike's engine to roar furiously—like a guard dog giving a warning before it attacks. He increased the engine's roar until your eyes met his.

A cold shiver ran through him as you threw him one of your angry looks, and he felt hurt when you ignored him and continued to talk with the man sitting in front of you and gave him one of your most wonderful smiles. Fuck it. The guy wouldn't be able to walk when Benny got to him.

Benny reaches into his pocket, pulls out a pack of Marlboro, and lights his cigarette. He holds it to his mouth with one hand while the other continues to crank the handle of the engine, so that the roar of the engine drowns out any conversation you might have had with the man in front of you.

He smirks as you and the guy in front of you stare in his direction. He holds a cigarette between his plush lips and waves at you, causing an irritated frown to form on your forehead.

Benny can't help but feel a strange bile rising in his throat as he looks at the two of you. You were on a date with a guy who was clearly the opposite of Benny. He wonders if this is what you really want—a boring guy with a boring job and a tonne of money who could build you a house with a fucking white picket fence and drive you to work in his Cooper car and the kids to preschool. It makes him sick to think that you could be anyone else, that you could have anyone else's children, that you could be married to some guy in a suit and live the life of a fucking decent 1950s shitty family.

Benny knew perfectly well that he couldn't give you what this guy could provide you. He couldn't even afford a date at a restaurant like that.

However, it didn't change the fact that he loved you so damn much.

"Hey! Biker dude, leave Y/N alone!" A guy in a suit comes out of the restaurant and yells at him. Benny calmly finishes his cigarette and throws it on the ground, staring silently at the man in front of him. "Did you hear me, degenerate? Get out of here!" The guy pushes him, hitting his chest. For Benny, that's enough.

He lands the first punch with his right fist, landing perfectly on his opponent's cheek. The next punch sends blood pouring from the man's nose onto his snow-white shirt. But for Benny, it's not enough.

He throws the guy to the ground, and the two begin to fight in earnest. Benny, however, has a much greater advantage and motivation as he takes out all his anger on the guy below him. He only snaps out of this strange trance when someone's hands pull him away from the bleeding man below him.

"What the fuck was that, Benny?! You almost killed him!" You yell at him angrily, pulling your hands away from him as quickly as you can. Benny says nothing, staring at you silently as he processes what he just did. Several other motorcycles pull up in front of the restaurant, with Johnny in the lead.

"Let's go, kid! Before the police arrive."

Benny stares at you, not quite wanting to leave before he explains why he beat up your date. But he stops himself the moment he sees the fear and disgust in your eyes. It hurts Benny more than any punch he could have taken. He clenches his jaw and walks to his bike. He starts the engine and gives you one last long look, then lowers his head in shame as he joins the other Vandals.

Your hair flutters in the wind as you watch the Vandals drive away. You run over to Mike and wait with him until the ambulance arrives. But you don't follow him to the hospital. You have more important things to take care of in the city.

With trembling hands, you knock on the door. You wait patiently outside, considering the pros and cons, but before you can chicken out and leave, Betty opens the door for you.

"Y/N? This is quite a surprise."

"Can I come in? I need to talk to you." The woman makes room for you and lets you in. You greet her and Johnny's daughters, who are watching a cartoon on TV, and you go with her to the kitchen, where you can talk in peace. "It's about Benny."

"I expected it. You know, we were all very surprised when you broke up. We were convinced that a week longer and the boy would start looking for an engagement ring for you."

"Benny and marriage? Not in this lifetime, I guess." You scoff and sit down at the small kitchen island with a smile, thanking her for the coffee she made you. "He fucking almost beat my date to death today. He's acting crazy. Johnny tells me he's been like this since I broke up with him, but we both know he was like this long before we even met. What the hell am I supposed to do, Betty? Get out of town? Out of America? Vandals have expanded all over the states, and most of them aren't the same old club they used to be."

"I know. Believe me, I know best." Silence falls between you after her words. You nod, understanding perfectly that she of you had the most right to worry. You sigh, running your hand through your hair. "Y/N... I'll give you some advice. If you don't care about him that much... if you think you can forget and move on, then save yourself. Run away wherever you want, as far away from him as possible, and forget. But if you can't... then stay and talk some sense into him before it's too late to save him."

"Save him? You know perfectly well he won't abandon the Vandals."

"Like you said, they're not the same Vandals they used to be. They've changed. Johnny sees it. Benny sees it. And they both still fool themselves, but when some shit happens, it finally gets to them. And believe me, Benny loves his bike and freedom, but the Vandals aren't his family anymore. You are." You fall silent at her words, processing everything she said. You nod and sigh, taking a cigarette out of the pack in your pocket. "We smoke outside." She admonishes you. You laugh quietly and raise your hands in surrender.

"All right. Thanks for everything, Betty." You sigh as you leave the house. You light a cigarette and walk across town to the Vandals' bar. You have to finish everything you had to finish with Benny. You couldn't just leave town without a word. There's no telling what the Vandal would do if you suddenly disappeared.

You throw your cigarette into the bin and take a few calming breaths as you approach the biker's bar. Their engines are already roaring, and some of them, probably the young and new ones, eye you warily as you enter.

You look around the bar and frown, unable to find Benny. You walk further in, pushing through the sea of people and sitting at the head table where Johnny sits with his most important men.

"Hello there. Where is Benny?" You ask them, taking the beer from Johnny. The man raises an eyebrow at you and watches as you take a sip.

"I thought you didn't want to talk to him?"

"I have to. I'm leaving town soon. I'd rather tell that to that ticking bomb." Johnny nods, fully realising what you mean. You see Cockroach get up from the table and go to the phone. You try to listen in on the conversation, but Johnny effectively talks you over and drowns out any conversation the man was having at the bar.

"When are you coming back?" He asks, but you don't answer. You take a sip of beer and tap your finger on the neck of the bottle. "I see. The kid won't be happy, you know that?"

"We are no longer together." You snap back, trying your best to maintain your relatively indifferent attitude. "Besides, after the shit he did today, he only proved that I can't stay here anymore."

"He went for a ride. He'll probably be at the lake. Or on the streets breaking a few traffic laws. You know him."

"Too well." You nod and stand up from the table. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Cockroach exit the bar and get on his bike. You frown and shake your head. They're not your problem anymore. "Tell him I'm looking for him. When you will see him."

"Sure." He agrees and nods. You nod back and turn to leave the bar. You scan the place one last time, knowing full well that you'll probably never set foot in it again.

Your heart clenches as you remember all the times you spent here. Both the good and the bad. Shortly after you broke up with Benny, you cursed this building. You'd rather see it burn down, along with all the Vandals that reminded you of what you'd lost.

You try to hold back the tears that are welling up in your eyes as you involuntarily recall your first meeting with Benny. The pool table is still in the same spot. How easy it would have been for you not to have looked that damned way and not fallen for the charm of those blue irises and the exposed muscles of his arms. How much disappointment and heartbreak you would have avoided if you had never entered that bar. And as much as you despised and hated that place, you loved it and the people in it for a long time and fiercely. And one of them in particular.

But how much more tragedy and sadness could you endure? How long could you live in fear and uncertainty in a relationship that was supposed to bring you only happiness and those good thrills?

Benny wanted to be free. So you will give him that freedom.

"Y/N!" Johnny calls after you before you leave. You sigh and turn to him, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Take care of yourself."

"You too." You nod at him and leave the bar.

You leave everything behind. And you feel like a piece of you is dying in the flames of time and the cry of your tormented heart..

Surprisingly, it doesn't take you long to pack. Nor does it take you long to get off work. Two days later, you're standing in the hallway of your house, ready to hand over the keys to your cousin, who's supposed to be selling it.

You stare at the picture Danny took of you and Benny when you were sitting at one of the biker picnics. Benny and you were leaning against his bike. He had his arm over your shoulder and was staring at you with loving puppy eyes while you smiled at the camera.

You sigh, putting the photo into your wallet and impatiently waiting for your cousin.

Just then, there's a knock on your door. You sigh and open it. You freeze, completely shocked, when you see Benny there.

"I didn't hear your bike."

"I parked down the street. So you don't get scared and run away." He says, still leaning against your door frame.

"I'm not scared of you." You huff indignantly, looking at the scratches on his face. You frown, not remembering him getting any injuries from Mike.

"I had an accident."

"Of course you had." You snort, crossing your arms over your chest. You see his jaw quiver slightly, but he just continues to stare at you with those stupid blue eyes of his, like you're the only girl in the world. "I'm leaving." You inform him, swallowing hard and waiting for his reaction. He drops his gaze to your hands and nods.

"I can see that." He says, nodding at the large travel backpack behind you.

"I won't come back." You inform him, carefully observing his reaction to it. Of course, he doesn't show anything. His face is stony as he looks at you, and his facial muscles don't even move as he doesn't reveal a single emotion to you.

"You won't come back." He repeats, not moving an inch from his spot by your door. You clench your teeth in irritation, to which he just smiles. And oh, that damn smile of his...

"That's it. You can go. You always said you'd be the one to leave. Too bad I had to be the one with the balls to do it." You say angrily, ready for him to turn around and walk to his bike, but all he does is continue to stare at you. You shake your head and push past him when you see your cousin.

You ignore Benny as you sort out the details with your cousin. You grab your backpack and walk him back to his car. You say goodbye to him and watch the car drive away. As you turn to go to the bus stop, you bump into Benny's chest.

"Sorry. I didn't see you." You say, quickly pulling away from him and trying to suppress your blush after your hands were briefly on his chest. The damn thing still had some well-trained muscles.

"Give you a lift?" He asks you seemingly innocently and puts his hands in his pockets. His gaze burns you, making your blush stay on your cheeks a little longer.

"Where are you going?" You ask as you both walk in the same direction. You don't feel like going with him, but you're not going to tell him that yet. You know he'll think of anything to make you get on that fucking bike with him.

"Florida." At those words, you freeze and stand still. You swallow and look at him for a long moment as you remember how you once begged him to go to his cousin in Florida and start a new life there. Then he chose his bike. And you chose yourself.

"To your cousin?" You ask carefully, resuming your walk.

"He hired me at his car workshop." Benny nods, walking glued to your side with his hands clasped behind him.

You feel strangely at ease talking to him. You're out of the habit of it. Of having him so close to you, of feeling the warmth of his body close to yours, of his intoxicating scent, of having his hypnotising irises focused on you and of listening to that raspy voice of his.

You missed him.

"You will have a job?" You ask, shocked. You can't imagine a free spirit like Benny finding a permanent job with set hours. "Well... that's good for you. I guess." You comment as you both walk. Suddenly he steps in front of you and stops. You sigh when you see his bike parked exactly two steps away from you. Fuck, you let that son of a bitch lead you to his bike.

"Are you getting in?" He asks, nodding at his bike. And as much as you want to say yes, you know it'll be bad for both you and him.

You shouldn't be together. Or at least you didn't think so. Even though you loved him so damn much.

"I will buy a train ticket." You politely decline his offer. You expect him to nod silently, get on your bike, and ride off into the sunset forever, but he still stands firmly in front of you, blocking your path.

"Where to?" He asks and looks at you suspiciously, as if he knew perfectly well that you didn't know where you were going yet. You only knew that it was definitely far from Benny.

"You don't need to know." You growl stubbornly, trying to get past him and finally move on.

But Benny won't let you. Before you can register any movement, he moves quickly and takes your hands. He wraps them tightly around his waist, and suddenly you hear a metallic click and something cold and heavy being placed on your forearms. Handcuffs. Bloody handcuffs.

"Benny!!" You growl at him angrily and struggle as he walks towards his bike. "Where the hell did you get handcuffs from?"

"Cockroach." He answers shortly and sits down, making you have to follow his lead. He fucking kidnaps you.

"Benny... let me go!" You scream, trying to punch him in the stomach, but the handcuffs are so short and far enough away from your wrists that all you can do is hold on tight as he prepares to ride.

"Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leaving here with you." He tells you calmly, and you stare at him in disbelief. What the fuck?

"Don't joke! Benny!" Either he ignores your screams (which is most likely) or he doesn't hear them because at that very moment he starts the engine of his Harley.

So all you can do is sit behind him, holding on tight as he drives who knows where. Amazingly, he stops at red lights and doesn't go over the speed limit. It's only when he gets to the highway that he drives a little faster than the speed limit, but not enough to be considered dangerous driving.

You rest your cheek against his back in defeat as you realise there is absolutely no way out of this. Not if you want to stay alive. You can feel him relax a little as he rides forward, and you are not trying to fight with him. You sigh, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to rest behind him for a moment, revelling in the feeling of freedom as you whizzed through the air on his bike.

Fuck, you missed it.

The only break you get is a stop at a motel when the fuel runs out and the cold night starts to set in. Benny rents you a room (which is surprising because you were always the one paying) at the motel and leaves you there while he goes to fill up his Harley.

You think about escaping, but:

1. Benny took away the keys and locked you up there.

2. He made sure to rent a room on the highest floor of this damn building.

3. You were too tired and hungry after the ride to come up with some plan.

That's why you lay on the bed and wait for him to come back. Hopefully with food. It would be nice to eat something before you will kill him.

As if on cue, the keys turn in the door, and Benny steps inside. In his hand he has a large paper bag, which he places on the bed opposite you in an apologetic gesture of sacrifice for his sins. He can go to hell. Him and his damn puppy eyes.

"What is it?"

"Burgers. Took it for you. Your favourite." He says and makes sure he's locked the door. He puts the key in the keyhole and goes to the window.

He looks at his bike and takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He lights one and looks outside, not sparing you a single glance.

"Where's your jacket?" You ask, seeing as he's not wearing his Vandals' colours. It was weird seeing him in just a T-shirt.

"On a bike in the trunk. I don't know if they'd let me here wearing that."

"You never took it off." You say shocked and raise your eyebrows at him. "You will be cold without it." You notice and take the food out of the bag. You don't eat yet, wondering if you should leave him some, if he even ate anything before he came here.

"I was cold without you." He answers quickly without even thinking much about what he's saying. You see his cheeks redden slightly as he realises he said it out loud. "Eat." He clears his throat and takes a drag on his cigarette. You sigh and start eating. You hum, savouring the delicious food, and you swear you hear him chuckle quietly from his spot by the window. Big bastard.

"Where we going?" You ask him before biting into your burger. You frown as grease leaks onto your fingers. You lick them, unconsciously teasing Benny as he... imagines what your lips wrapped around just as perfectly as they now were wrapped around your fingers. He clears his throat, seeing that you’ve caught him staring at you.

"Florida. I want to show you something." You eat in silence, wondering what he wants to show you that makes him literally chain you to himself and drag you out of town.

"And then?" You can't stand it anymore and finally ask, curious about his future plans and how long he actually wants to keep you with him.

"And then you will decide."

"Decide what? Do I want the fur handcuffs or the regular metal ones?" You snap at him, irritated.

Your sharp mockery makes him throw his cigarette out the window, and his gaze lingers there, as if he were ashamed of what he had done. On the other hand, you didn't give him much of an exit or opportunity to talk normally. You wanted to leave—just like he had promised so many times that he would do. So why did he stubbornly want to keep you if he had never cared?

Benny wasn't one for words. He was sparing with his thoughts and emotions. And for a while, his actions spoke loud enough of his devotion to you. For a while. Then your honeymoon phase wore off, and you were annoyed that he never verbally confirmed to you what his eyes had told you so many times as he held you close by the fire at night at one of the Vandals meetings.

On this particular night, some famous actress that the guys were crazy about was coming to town. Half of them got on their bikes halfway through the party and wanted Benny to join them in hunting her down and taking a picture with her. They even bribed Danny to go with them and take their stupid pictures.

"Come on, Benny. You're not coming with us? I remember you were the one who hung her poster in the club so you could get a good view of her from the pool table." One of the guys was convincing Benny, who was currently lying on the grass and resting his head on your lap, practically forcing you to comb your hands through his blonde locks.

"I have a much better view here!" He shouts at them, not even turning his head in their direction. His blue eyes never leave your face. You blush a little, ducking your head and closing your eyes as you try to ignore the whistles and teasing from the boys at his response.

A moment later, Benny props himself up on his elbows and steals the most delightful, mind-numbing kiss. You cup his cheek in your hand and let yourself sink into the feeling of his soft lips against yours, letting out a quiet sigh when he tangles his hand in your hair and presses you against the trunk of the tree behind you. You ignore the cheering Vandals put on and completely immerse yourself in your little bubble with Benny.

Everyone had their poison. For Benny, it was cigarettes and his Harley. For you, it was him. And back then it didn't bother you one bit.

"I... if you want to go you can. I won't stop you." Benny mumbles under his breath, pulling you from your thoughts. You shake your head, snorting, and set the bag of food on the nightstand next to your bed.

"Thank you so much that you provide me with my basic human rights!" You growl at him angrily, reminding him about those stupid handcuffs.

"You didn't even want to give me a chance to explain myself to you. And you know perfectly well that I never ask for anything or expect anything in return. I... I didn't see any other way to get to you. And I'm not going to apologise for that."

You roll your eyes at him, irritated. But you can't say you don't see the reasoning behind his actions. But the prospect of being dragged around by him deeply offends your innate feminism.

Seeing that you have nothing to add to the matter, he closes the window. He walks over to you and grabs the blanket off the bed. You frown as he sits down in the armchair, clearly intending to sleep there. And you don't like the fact that even though you had him in the same room, you won't be able to have his arms wrapped around you. Especially since it's so damn cold in this motel.

"Come here. You will get sick by sitting near this window. It is cold outside, and they don't even heat the room." You grumble and make room for him on the bed, hoping that you don't have to tell him the real reason you want him next to you to get him in the same bed with you.

"I will be fine." He speaks carelessly and reaches into his pocket for another cigarette.

"Benjamin Cross." You growl at him, which finally gets his full attention. "Get your fucking ass here." Benny rolls his eyes but obediently stands up. He takes off his shoes and lies down next to you in bed.

He covers you with an extra blanket and leaves an absurd amount of space between you that you honestly hate. But you won't make the first move and throw yourself into his arms. Not after he kidnapped you. But... could it really be considered kidnapping if you partly wanted it and you didn't really have anywhere else to be?

You sigh, tossing and turning in your bed as you try to find a slightly comfortable sleeping position. But it's impossible to fall asleep with Benny so close to you when you are not even able to touch him. Especially when his warmth and scent reach you, assaulting you and every ounce of restraint and self-control you had.

"What's the matter with you?" Benny asks as you toss and turn in frustration once again.

"Nothing."

Benny knows that tone. All too well. So he hesitantly moves closer to you and experimentally places a hand on your waist. When you don't push away from him, he gently pulls you toward him and tightens his hold, pressing his chest against your back. You sigh and press your lips to his forearm, rubbing your nose against the tattooed skin.

Benny doesn't comment on that. That's something you like about him. That even when you do completely absurd things, he doesn't comment on it, doesn't deny it, just stands by you in silence. Just like now.

You take his hand in yours and squeeze it so hard that his rings dig into it. But you don't care. It's nice to finally have him this close.

Benny rests his chin on your shoulder and runs his nose against your temple. His beard gently tickles you, but you do nothing about it. It's been a long time since you've had this feeling of him close to you. You turn in his arms and snuggle into him.

Benny gently strokes your back with his hand, holding you close to him without a word as you revel in his scent. For a moment you forget why you should be mad at him and stay as far away from him as possible. So when his lips fall to your forehead and he presses a long kiss there, you grab his chin and steal the kiss from him.

His full, plump lips feel wonderful against yours and caress you nicely. You moan when you can finally taste his lips on yours again, and you remember how much you've missed this feeling. His hand roams over you, and you let him touch you wherever he wants. Benny, on the other hand, is confused. One moment you're yelling at him and you're angry, and the next you want him close to you and you kiss him like there's no tomorrow. It's a nice change. But Benny is afraid of how long it will last. Of how much longer will you want him? And will you want to leave again?

For now, he had you back in his arms. And he wanted to savour that feeling. And he will give you a goddamn reason to stay.

He cups your cheek in his hand and deepens the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth again, as if learning you all over again, before wrapping his tongue around yours. You sigh as his hand slides teasingly from your cheek, down your neck, over the valley of your breasts, and to the hem of your jeans.

"Benny..." You sigh as his cold fingers touch the skin of your stomach after he unbuttons your jeans TOO slowly.

"Do you want me to stop?" Benny almost chuckles at how fast and furious your head is shaking. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your bottom lip bitten in a desperate attempt to keep from making any sound as he gently brushes his fingers over your folds. The motel walls were thin after all. "Open your eyes for me, my little rascal, and say the words. After this, there will be no turning back."

You don't even think about turning back. You don't think about leaving him. You only think about how wonderful it is to have him by your side again, how wonderful his hands feel on you, and how much you want to kiss his stupid mouth until you both have enough breath. And that's exactly what you do.

With that form of agreement from you, his fingers gently delve into your folds, exploring previously familiar territory and teasing you unintentionally as he tries to appreciate every little second he has with you.

Sex with Benny was like that. Unique, intense, a long marathon. Because, as he said, you never know when it's the last time. Although you always prayed that it would never be the last time and that he and you will both live to experience another of your hot sessions.

For now, God listened to a sinner like you...

You almost scream as he digs his long fingers into you up to his knuckles. His rings rub against the entrance of your cunt, the even colder than his fingers metal is making you shiver. Benny kisses and nibbles your neck, leaving a trail of hickies from your lips to your collarbone.

His fingers slide in and out, pushing against that sweet spot inside you that makes you scream his name. His rings push through and enter your vagina, and you can see them glistening with your arousal. And it's fucking hot. As hot as Benny's hard manhood pressing against your thigh.

You dig your nails into his neck and moan into his ear as his thumbs is pressing your swollen clit, working with all his might to bring you to the edge of your orgasm.

You bite your lip, trying to muffle your moans and cries of pleasure so everyone in the motel doesn't hear you, but Benny won't have any of that. He kisses you hungrily and pulls his hand away from you completely. You gasp, lifting your hips and seeking his hand, but he doesn't resume his ministrations until a soft moan escapes your kiss-swollen lips.

"Such a good little desprate girl for me. You take my fingers so damn well now, wrapping your tight unused walls around them, and before when you were scandalously empty, you were a nasty little brat. I shouldn't reward you for running away from me, you know, my sweetest?" He mumbles in your ear with his hoarse voice, still refusing you the touch of his sinfully long fingers.

The tears in your eyes fall freely onto the pillow as you try to gather the last remnants of logical thought to somehow prove yourself to him, because you know you won't come if you just grind against him desperately in the hopes that he'll finally give you more.

"Please Benny… I… oh… I won't leave… I won't leave.."

You tangle your hand in his hair and tug on it, to which he lets out a soft growl from his plump lips. In punishment, he gently nips your collarbone, adding another hickey to the collection, as he thankfully pushes his fingers deep into your velvety wet and eager walls again and tries to bring you immense pleasure.

And it doesn't take him very long. A few thrusts of his fingers, kisses scattered across your neck, collarbone, and cleavage, and you're falling apart beneath him. Your brain is a useless mush as you come from the mere ministrations of his fingers and the dirty words he whispers in your ear. You're drunk on Benny, on the feel of his fingers inside you, his weight on you, and the burning marks his lips leave on your skin.

You lick your lips in anticipation for him to strip down so you can get to the main part, but he just flops onto his side next to you, ignoring the obvious hard soreness in his pants, and wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you against his chest.

"I missed it." He whispers, kissing your knuckles. You feel his grip on your hand tighten, but he doesn’t move to taste you on his fingers. He simply places your joined hands on his chest, his other hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.

You know this is the closest you'll get to an admission of guilt and an apology from him. So you accept it and gently snuggle into him.

"Good night, Benny." You whisper into his neck. He shivers.

Goosebumps appear on the skin of his neck, but he doesn't move. You just lie there, cuddled up to each other, and he presses a long kiss to the top of your head. You feel fulfilled, satisfied, happy,

He lies under you politely, ignoring his discomfort, and you know that this is some kind of sick punishment for himself. Yet you do nothing to stop it. He has to realise that he can't just take you on his bike and take you to hell knows where. He needs to realise that he can't be such a free spirit anymore if he really wants you. That he can't keep doing the shit he did with the Vandals.

Even if you're happy with how things turned out after he dargged you out of the town.

And when the next day he takes you to Florida and shows you the old family home that he inherited from his deceased father and says that he would love to burn this place down in the past, but now he wants to keep it and renovate it for you if you agree to stay with him as his wife, you know you can't stay mad at him forever. Especially not after he slides one of his rings off his finger and places it securely on yours in a silent promise and understanding between you.

You whether gonna be his wife or gonna smash up his bike, (you haven't decided yet) but in the end you gonna finally make him yours and only yours.

After all, he didn't get you back just for you to leave him again. You will stay with each other until the very end. Even if it would destroy you.

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Unwritten Rule - Joe Burrow

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Taylor!reader

Word Count: 3k+

Warning: coach's little sister trope, talks of hazing

A/N: originally a nick bosa fic but he's a trump supporter so no thanks. also got tired of editing this after so long.

Masterlist / NFL Masterlist

It was an unwritten rule not to date any of the coaches' family members. Especially the head coach's little sister. That was the first rule that the veterans in the locker room told him on the first day of camp. Joe was quite confused about why that was the first unwritten rule that his teammates would tell him. Did she work for the organization? How often would she be around? All of these questions and more ran through the quarterback's mind.

His questions were answered when the second week of camp came around. He saw you there with the coach and sporting a camera in your hands. You're the one that makes everyone look good in the public eye.

"Remember the rule, Burrow." Tyler Boyd said, snapping the rookie out of his trance as they headed to the practice field.

To everyone else, it seemed like he was avoiding you by not interacting with the media which was a good look to his teammates, but he wasn't exactly doing that. He tried to stand out more not only for the coaches, but to be caught on camera by you so hopefully, he would get more attention and a small chance you'd approach him so he didn't have to. No one batted an eye to what he was doing, figuring he was that rookie who wanted to show off like most do.

His plan seemed to work because he got talked about more thanks to the coaches and your footage which tends to be covered a lot in the media. What shocked him about his plan was that you came up to talk to him, he couldn't believe it worked out.

"Hey, LSU, wait up!" She called out to him as he went for a bathroom break inside the facility where no one was except for a janitor in the halls.

"Oh um hey." He said not really knowing how he should talk to the girl, he didn't want to say the wrong thing and scare her off.

"I just wanted to say that you are one of the best rookies this team has had in a while. Frankly, they really need your talent." She said, making the football player smile and blush at her praises.

"Oh, thanks."

"I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Y/n Taylor," She said holding out her hand to shake which he gladly did.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Joe." He said introducing himself.

"Likewise. I also wanted to ask you if you want your training camp content. I usually send you the folder and every week I add to it. Some players like to keep their training camp content, most of the time it's the rookies since it's their first year." She said motioning to her camera.

"Yeah, sure that'll be great."

"Okay, do you have a way I can contact you? A phone number or email? I usually have your guy's email on my record already, but they haven't given it to me yet. I know they are a bit preoccupied with the hype you bring to the season." At this Joe couldn't stop the blushing that was making its way onto his cheeks. He hoped she took it from the heat of the summer training.

"I like messaging better. I have PTSD from emails from college." Joe said, making her chuckle. He could get used to hearing that sound.

"Tell me about it. Although I don't think I escaped the emails with this job." She said before taking his number down on her phone before bidding farewell and walking back to the field.

It wasn't that long for the photographer to text him about the content like she promised. In fact, the first time she contacted him was the night that she obtained his number much to the rookie's surprise. Joe figured he made the best decision to give the girl his number. He didn't expect them to talk as often as they did. It started off with a simple question about how he wanted his training camp content to be compiled then in lead up to giving him pointers on his work, she was a Taylor after all.

It got to the point where he didn't realize them hanging out in person was a normal thing. No way did they hang out at the facility where the Bengals organization could see, heaven forbid he broke the rule. If they did talk it seemed professional and limited like she did with other players.

"I wish I could give you tequila for your nerves." She said, handing him an orange juice before sitting on his couch. It was another one of their weekly hangouts. Today was the day before the first game of the season and nerves were high.

"Tequila does the opposite." He chuckled taking a sip from his drink.

"So what, good old-fashioned beer does it? Oh, or are you a classic man with neat bourbon?" He shrugged not knowing the answer. Sure he drank both seeing as his college days were just months ago.

"I guess just beer does it."

"Well just think of it this way, if you're nervous it means you care. With it being normal for something as big as this, don't let it consume you."

"Well, I wouldn't be so nervous if I didn't have all the media looking at me." He said with a smirk side-eyeing her playfully watching the smile spread onto his face.

"Oh, so it's me making you look good through a lens is why you're getting the media coverage and not because you are a first-round draft pick? Okay, then Burrow." You shook your head while he chuckled. After all this time he will never get used to her compliments.

More nights like that tend to happen as days go by. Even on some practice days when one didn't feel like driving that day, they would catch a ride with each other. It was a miracle no one suspected a thing. The younger Taylor knew about the unwritten rule which she thought it was stupid of her brother to start it. Even though they weren't dating it could come across like they were so she "followed" the rule for Joe. She knew how badly the rookies could get hazed from the older ones, she didn't want that for him.

A few weeks went by, a few weeks with them "sneaking around". Everything they were doing was borderline relationship territory. That got the quarterback to think why weren't they dating. They have been following the rule like they were and he for sure liked her so why don't they give it a shot?

"You want to go to a very public place well into the season with me?" She raised an eyebrow at the man who picked her up from her place as they began driving around. Although Cincinnati wasn't Hollywood, there would still be people out during the night and more importantly, Joe would be the center of attention if he was spotted.

"Oh come on, I want to have like a nice night out with you, we don't got work and you can even sleep over at mines' after." He pleaded making the girl smile.

"Sounds like a date Burrow."

"You wouldn't mind?" He questioned making her chuckle at his seemingly nervous tone opposite to his confidence just a second ago. This seemed to be the trend of him getting surprised when his plan would work.

"Only if you asked properly."

He quickly pulled into a nearby supermarket making her raise an eyebrow at the random location. Before she could unbuckle he told her to wait and he'll be right back, only growing her suspicions. After about 5 minutes he came in the car with red roses making her laugh at the gesture. He knew that he had her swoon already.

"What do you say about going out with me on a date?" He asked handing her the flowers.

"Oh, you know how to get my heart beating don't you." She grabbed the flowers smelling it before admiring them.

"So is that a yes?" He asked with a smile even though he knew the answer, he wanted it to come out of her mouth so he could hear it and savor the moment.

"Yes, going out on a date is exactly what I have been hoping for."

With it being night time the paparazzi weren't really scattered, they were in places like the clubs or any news about a place they heard about a celebrity being. So there was a low chance of being caught by them. Although they weren't in the clear because of the possibility of fans, there didn't seem to be much out and in a talking mood that night. They settled on a Korean BBQ place that wasn't as busy then going to the movies afterward. Before they knew it the night date came and went with the night ending up back at his place stuffed and tired.

"You are not too bad with planning a date," she said pulling him onto the couch with her as she snuggled into his side while he wrapped his arm around the back of the couch.

"I'm glad you like our official date." He said smiling down at the girl.

"We should make this a regular thing." the girl said absentmindedly. This was one of the most chill dates she's ever had.

"Dating?" He asked with a raised eyebrow totally confused as to what you were referring to.

"You actually want to date me? Like you want to deal with me?" She asked now fully looking up at him with shock in her eyes. It was one thing to go out on dates and it was another to be dating.

"Baby, you are amazing who wouldn't want to be with you? I'd be lucky if I got to call you mine."

"Then why don't you."

"Do you want to be mine, baby?" He asked with a half-smirk half-smile already knowing the answer but still being giddy that it was actually happening. Everything involving her surprised Joe.

"Hmmh I'd love to rookie."

After that moment the rookie could not have been more excited. It was very evident in everything he did. He smiled more, he was more cheery with his teammates, and most of all he played better. Many of his teammates found it strange while the coaches let it go, if he was playing better and he seemed happier it was good for them. It did make it hard for them not to interact too long with each other at practices or games, but no one found out which was good. Well, it was good until they did get spotted.

"Aye Burrow come over here for a second." He heard the voice of Boyd say in a tone he did not like. He was hesitant but went over there as asked.

"What's up?"

"Why did you have to break the rule?"

"Which rule?" He questioned even though he had a feeling of what they were talking about.

"Oh come on don't play stupid. We saw you kiss her after doing a handshake before you guys parted ways when you went to 'check' something." The vet said making him mentally sigh.

The rookie stood there speechless. What was he supposed to say? What could he say? He was not ready and didn't prepare for a conversation in case they got caught. He was naive to think they weren't going to get caught. Honestly, he did not want to walk on eggshells with his wording so he decided to stay quiet seeing that it was the best option or the only option.

"We told you not to break it. It's a bad idea to be with her." Sam said shaking his head at the rookie while everyone made a sound of agreement.

"Wait why? You didn't tell me all of that." He now said getting defensive over her. Why would they say this type of shit? What was so bad about her? The fact that her brother is the head coach is not the worst thing in the world.

"You thinking banging the coach's sister is a good idea? You must be out of your damn mind. That shit doesn't look good."

"Yeah, whatever." He said to the small group that seemed to really care about this topic before walking away to get ready for the game.

While heading out in not the best mood that didn't stop him from playing like he normally did. What took him out of that mood was seeing her with her camera on the sidelines. They never spoke a single sentence while on the sideline of a game, although today she sensed something was different. She went around taking pictures of the team till she reached him.

"Hey, you gonna drop that frown?" She said as she took his picture of him from the side.

"I will now that you are here." He said honestly as any bad thoughts left his mind once he heard your voice.

"I just want to tell you that you are amazing. Make some plays for my lens huh," she said holding up her camera and making him chuckle.

"Yeah sure, I'll do it for your camera." He said while you playfully shook your head walking away.

That was all he needed to put on an amazing performance like he has been doing week after week. Did he care that he broke the rule? Not really, I mean why would he? He has been the happiest he has ever been and he's also been playing the best he's ever played. If she is making him a better person and a better player he would choose her any day.

"Can I tell you something?" He said as they walked hand in hand on the way up to his apartment.

"Anything."

"You are my good luck charm, do you know that?" The football player said looking down at her, giving her hand a squeeze saying he meant it.

"I did not know that, but now that I think about it you have been playing better." She said mimicking his smile and squeezed his hand back.

"And I'm happier." He added bending down for a kiss before the doors to the elevator opened.

"Well so am I." She smiled back after the kiss.

"Another thing is that some of the guys found out." He quickly let out once they entered the door to his apartment.

"Really? Is that why you were upset today? They giving you shit?" she asked concerned for him, not that he can't take it, as she stated it was a stupid rule.

"Yeah, and they said I shouldn't be with you and shit. But I really don't care about what they think. Once I saw you everything left my mind and at that moment I realized that no one is going to make me change the way I feel about you." He said making the younger girl stare at him in awe.

"Holy shit I love you." She blurted out making them both laugh.

"Oh come on, I said some sappy ass shit for once and you ruin it." He joked which she chuckled at.

"To be fair I thought I said it only in my mind."

"Well, I love you too." He said leaning in for a kiss which she gladly gave him.

After that, it seemed like they could care less if they got caught, of course, the older Taylor didn't know yet which is why they were still a bit wary of their surroundings when they were at work. The team wasn't totally on board with the relationship after hearing the unwritten rule for years, but it wasn't their relationship to get into, that and the fact that the lady with the camera knew what they said which was scary whenever they were near her.

The week before the playoffs. The team's spot was already secured which is why the nerves were really low this game, a chill game if you will. It was an alright day to be holding that camera. She knew that they weren't going to get as amazing plays, so she stuck to pictures only for the game. Although she promised to film some of the plays where Joe was on the field, boy was she glad she did. After an amazing save from almost being sacked, he saw an opening and ran it in for a 35-yard touchdown. After doing a quick show-off celebration moment he saw that his girl was recording and decided to run in her direction and picked her up spinning around forgetting that thousands if not millions were watching, one of those was his coach.

"Woah big guy, a touchdown!" She said after he put her down but still held her by the hips.

"My good luck charm, thank you." He said smiling down at her before taking off his helmet.

"Babe I didn't do anything."

"You seem to be doing a whole lot." The voice of the one and only Zac Taylor said making the two scared.

"Kyle.." She went on in a warning tone but got cut off by him.

"So are you the reason my rookie has been playing better?" He questioned which confused both of them.

"Yeah, I guess so." She answered hesitantly looking at Joe with a raised eyebrow. Any moment she was waiting for them to get chewed out.

"Are you the reason for her being happier?" Coach now turned to his player asking him.

"I believe so," he answered scared of what was to come next.

"I'm glad we all benefit. Don't make that celebration an every-game thing, maybe a once-a-month thing." He said ruffing the younger Taylor's hair and smiling at them before walking away.

"Holy shit you had to tell him like that huh." She smacked his chest, well his padding.

Shyly and with a blush he said, "Sorry it was in the moment."

"I didn't say I didn't like it. Tomorrow's date night, you can pick wherever you want. Now go back over there otherwise we'll get in trouble." She said pointing to the bench where the rest of the offensive line was sitting. Half of them with shocked faces the coach didn't do anything and the other half with smirks, proud of their boy.

"Can I get a kiss?" He said with a smirk making her roll her eyes.

"Quick one." She responded as he leaned down for a small peck before he started to walk away.

"Hey, rookie. Picture?" She called out waving her camera making him laugh. She got the camera up in time for his laugh and a wink that he threw her way. She was definitely his good luck charm.

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sweeter than you ever knew. (pt. 3)

Series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 Pairing: Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: AFAB reader (uses she/her pronouns), 1st person POV, non-mutant Reader, canon typical violence (mostly all off screen), descriptions of dead/dismembered bodies, reader is injured (leg injury and slapped), the kidnapper emotionally manipulates the reader, on page murder. Author's note: Thank you so much for all the support it's been crazy!!! This chapter is a bit intense, I'm not going to lie. We just need to hold hands and get through this. But I swear, the next part of this will be sooo tooth rottingly sweet. It's so long that I actually had to make this five parts lmao. I could not stop with the comfort and softness. ao3 Tags (if you would like to be included or removed, just let me know. If I forgot someone I'm so sorry!!): @fallout-girl219 @xolosimp @o0aligoth0o @thedevilsaysthings @jaeyuni @redmitsuru5 @jeffs77 @spideybv28 @trumanbluee @jennapearce13 @chxrrybomb22 @7soulstars @what-the-jams @lostinheavensworld @purplestars222 @movieat @whiskeyghoul @paintballkid711 @unmotivated-artist164 @sun7lowxr @minniekitties @ceobuggy @amararoseblog @harryshousewhore

The first thing I felt was rough rope as it scraped against my skin. I worked my eyes open, the task feeling too great. I was strapped to an old chair. Nausea swirled in my head as I tried to take in my surroundings. It was a plain, nondescript gray room. The walls were concrete. In the middle of the room, directly in front of me, was a large iron door. It looked like something you would find in a bomb shelter. Around my chair were shafts of moonlight provided by a skylight above. There was a bite in the air that made me shiver. My breathing was uneven as I weakly struggled against the ropes.

“I see you’re awake. Wonderful.” The man with ice cold eyes appeared from the corner of my vision, a folder in his hand. “I don’t want to waste either of our time.” He lugged a metal chair in front of me and I cringed at the horrible screech as it echoed around the room. “Where is Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett?” I blinked, my brain foggy.

“I don't know who those people are.” The man tsked. There was a flash of anger across his calm face before it was replaced by cool indifference.

“Bullshit, we see you coming in and out of their apartment.” My stomach churned, either from whatever they shot me with or from the creeping anxiety.

“Oh you mean Al’s roommates? I work for social services for her. I don’t know anything about them.” The man grinned. It was vicious and predatory.

“You are a bad liar.”He sat on the chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Why do we have photos of you with both men? What? One not enough for you?” He flicked open the folder and pulled out two pictures. One was of Logan and I on the fire escape. It had been captured at the perfect moment to have clear shots of our profiles in it. The other was of Wade and I at the bar. No, not just the bar, the bathroom. I was half exposed, Wade’s face against my bare breast. The woman who interrupted us had worked for him. Now I was actually going to throw up. I had been followed for months at this point. “Now, I’m going to ask again. Where are they?”

“They don’t tell me about their jobs, I swear. Please just let me go.” The man shook his head with a hum, sounding like a disappointed teacher, sliding the photos back into the folder.

“I’ll leave you here for a couple days, see if that jogs your memory.” Days?

“Wait no! Please!” But he had already disappeared through the metal door. In the doorway, I saw a woman waiting. I blinked in shock. The woman, the one from the dingy bar bathroom. She was the one who had taken our picture. My kidnapper nodded at her before the heavy door thudded shut. Days did pass, the skylight allowing me to count by the motion of the sun. My body soon grew stiff and achy as I sat on the chair. I wanted to sleep, anything to pass the time, but I wasn’t able to calm my mind enough. The shadow of the woman never moved from the small window. I could feel her watching me, my arm hair standing up at the feeling. To distract myself, I thought of Wade and Logan, of them bursting in here and rescuing me in a blaze of glory. But as the days bled into one another, hope started to fade.

The man reappeared after four days. He removed the chair from in front of me, opting to just stand. “Have you thought about your answer?”

“I don’t know where they are.” It was the truth. They didn’t give me any information about their jobs. They could be on Everest for all I knew.

“I don’t believe you!” He began to pace, wearing a line into the concrete floor.

“I don’t care if you don’t believe me, it’s the truth.” He rushed at me suddenly, fingers digging brutally into my cheeks as he gripped me. My fists clenched as I forced myself not to jerk away.

“Stop bullshitting me,” his voice was a venomous hiss. “Tell me now.”

“Do you not understand me?” My voice had lowered too, anger boiling inside me. “Get it through your fucking head that I. Don’t. Know. You are wasting your time. Let me go. Do it before they find me here. They’ll kill you before you can even try to fight back.”

“Oh is that right?” I knew he was toying with me, but I fell stupidly into his trap anyways. I was angry and tired and so fucking scared. My brain was barely functioning.

“Wade’s gonna make a necklace of your intestines.”

The slap made a stomach churning crack. My mouth filled instantly with blood from my split lip. My cheek throbbed in the aftershocks. Tears pooled and trickled down my pulsating cheek. Another thunderous slap caught my other side. Blood splattered across my sweats. It was so hot, it practically burned through to my skin.

“What a shame.” His hand wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back, neck stretched too far. The warm blood rushed down my throat and I gagged. “You had such a pretty face. I see why those two kept you around. It’s so nice to have some stress relief. But it seems that they’ve moved on to a better piece of meat now.” He winced when I spat at him, the saliva and blood sticking to his cheek. He touched it like he couldn’t believe it, rubbing it between his index finger and thumb.

“When they get here they’re gonna eat you fucking alive!!” His face twisted in rage. His grip tore at my hair as he ripped my head to the side. Something pricked my neck, cool liquid rushing through my veins. My vision began to fog, body feeling too dense, brain going fuzzy.

“Sleep well.”

It had been days.

I watched the sun beams make their slow progression across the dusty floor, only to be replaced by the darkness of night. My face still stung and my lip kept dripping blood. I called to the woman who was still standing there, hoping that she would take mercy and help me. But I might as well have been shouting at the wall. No one came. No one helped. All I could do was wallow in my pain and loneliness. Maybe they had really abandoned me. What was I to them anyways? Exactly what he said, stress relief. Nothing more than a convenient body. Something to pass the time. If I was worth anything, they would have been here.

My eyes had just slipped shut, head lolling to my shoulder, when the door opened. “Good morning!” It was him. My shoulders slumped, hoping I could just ignore him, that he was just some hallucination. “Your saviors haven’t appeared. So we have come up with a solution.” I opened my bleary eyes when I heard the chair in front of me creak. He clutched my phone in one hand and a wickedly sharp knife in the other. He swiped my phone open before clicking on the screen. I could hear ringing and then someone picked it up on the second one. My eyes were fixated on the knife as he flipped it, catching the hilt each time.

“Baby cakes?! Where are you? What happened?” Wade’s voice was horrifyingly panicked.

“Aw baby cakes?” The tip of his knife traced my cheekbone and I held my breath, hoping I wouldn't flinch and cut myself. “What a cute name.”

“It’s not as cute when you say it,” I grumbled. My voice was thick through my swollen lip.

“What happened? Why do you sound like you have cotton in your mouth?” The man pinched my busted lip, fresh blood bursting forward, and I whined in pain. My nails bit into my palms. Over the line, I heard a growl, letting me know Logan was also listening in.

“Sometimes I just don’t know how to handle myself around such a pretty lady.” Wade let off a string of choice swears and Logan snarled. “She has such a naughty mouth. I see why you keep her around. But it seems you’ve left her for good, huh? She won’t be too pretty once I’m done with her.”

“Don’t you dare fucking touch her,” Logan was spitting in rage. “If you do I swear I’ll rip that worm you call a dick and ram it down your throat.” I smiled despite myself, something warm unfurling in my chest. They were still trying to find me. After over a week, they were still hunting.

“I told you,” I hissed, “they are going to eat you alive.”

There was a split moment where I knew I had fucked up. His eyes snapped to me, lips pulled back in a horrifying smile.

Then the knife flashed.

The pain in my leg was indescribable. I thrashed, desperate to escape the blade stuck through my thigh. I knew I was screaming but I couldn’t hear it over the pounding in my ears. Fresh blood from my lip and tears traveled down my chin. More blood pooled under my thigh, soaking into my ruined pants. I was only faintly aware that others were shouting and someone was laughing.

His hand hammered the knife in deeper, the wood seat cracking under me, the hilt flush with my leg. I wailed, pleading sobs of mercy clogging my throat. “Stop moving so much.” There was more shouting. My head knocked against the back of my chair. The corners of my vision grew dark. “Do you want to say goodbye? Who knows if you’ll make it to see them.” All I could do was weakly whimper. “She seems preoccupied. I’ll see you two soon.” He tapped my face, the force just under another slap. “You sound so nice screaming. Maybe I will actually keep you around.”

He left me like this, bleeding, trembling, pinned to the chair like a piece of meat. More days passed and the bleeding didn’t stop. It wasn’t normal. I should have died like this. Cold was lingering on my skin and small shivers racked my body. My bare feet had long gone numb. Someone, my foggy vision only registered them as a blob of white, entered the room. They carefully removed the knife and then eased me out of my pants. They methodically stitched my skin together, the haze of shock covered the pain of the stitches. Once a thick white bandage covered the wound, they turned and left.

On the fourteenth day, I heard shouting. Then gunshots. My head jerked from where I had been sleeping. Panic spiked. I needed to run. “Fuck,” I mumbled, looking around desperately for something, anything, to save me. The room was mostly bare besides a table against the opposite wall. Then I saw it.

The knife.

I tried to wiggle closer, but failed to move an inch. “Fuck,” I repeated, desperate now. More shouting and gunshots, closer this time. The more I fidgeted, the more of the seat fell away from under me. Think think think. I continued to sway, lifting the chair onto its sides before it cracked against the floor as it fell. Then I heard a splinter in one of the legs. I took a breath to steel myself before I tipped myself completely over. I nearly sobbed in relief when the chair leg connected to my uninjured leg was the one that snapped off. I awkwardly propelled myself across the scratchy ground, the exposed skin on my left side becoming ragged. The rope on my left wrist began to fray, just enough that when I got to the table, I was able to yank my hand off and reach blindly for the knife. The blade caught my palm but I gripped it tightly, ignoring the bite of pain.

I made quick work of my other binds, the knife almost slipping from my wet grip, and rose to my freezing feet. My injured leg protested instantly, nearly giving out when I put weight down. But I had to run, had to escape. I limped toward the door, and looked through the small window. I couldn’t see anyone, but I heard screaming. I had to yank hard on the door to get it open. There was a dead end to the right and a long twisty hallway to my left. I took a few tentative steps out. When no alarm sounded, I sprinted.

The stitches in my thigh ripped right away. I couldn’t think about the pain. Only escape. I clutched my stolen knife close and ducked into any small nook I could when I heard people thundering by. I should have followed them, maybe found an exit, but the squelching sounds of limbs being severed launched me forward. I turned left, left, right, middle at a fork, up a flight of stairs. I was hopelessly lost but all I could think of was escape, running on pure instinct to find it.

The smell of blood hit me first as I turned a corner. Body parts were strewn across the wide room. Intestines dangled from the ceiling beams. Heads, half crushed, lolled away from their torsos. I wretched, nothing came up besides bile. But I could see outside through large bay windows. My legs were like water under me as I moved to the door. I stepped on an eyeball, the firm jelly bursting between my toes. Just keep going. My head was swimming, nausea from the gore around me mingling with the searing pain in my leg.

I collapsed. I could barely feel the pain as my hands slammed down on broken glass. Then I heard two men’s voices. I scrambled to hide behind a stack of boxes, jamming my sore body into the smallest crack I could find. “I know she’s in here, can smell her.” My knuckles turned white around the knife. My breath was weak, I had lost too much blood.

“Could you maybe sound less like a pervy vampire?” I heard boots lightly hitting the floor as they spread out. “Do you think this scared her?” He sounded timid, maybe even a little afraid. The first man laughed.

“What do you think? You pulled this guy’s entire spine out! Of course she’s fucking scared!” The shout made me jump, huddling deeper into my hiding spot. “Fucking idiot.” A pair of red boots passed my hiding spot, then planted back in front of me. I sucked in a breath as fear rippled through me. My eyes closed tight.

“Hey,” the voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “There you are.” I was so on edge, so terrified, that the hand with the knife whipped out on pure impulse. The tip pushed through something firm, before that gave way to softness. It sunk deep, blood rapidly flowing over my hand. I couldn’t open my eyes. I had attacked someone and they were bleeding all over me. My victim barely made a noise when I stabbed them.

“You can let go of the knife, you're okay.” A hand caressed my face and my teeth sunk into the leather glove, jaw latched tight. I felt like a cornered animal, ready to tear into anything that came near. “Sweetheart,” the name, the voice, pulled me back. I released the hand and opened my blurry eyes. Logan and Wade were squatted down in front of me. Their faces were covered but I recognized the suits.

My knife was stuck through Wade’s neck.

“Wade,” my voice shattered, tears welling. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t see it was you.” He pulled the blade out with a little grunt. There was a hole straight through his throat. My stomach churned again but I held it back. The muscles and tendons laced together rapidly before the skin closed over it completely.

“Don’t apologize. I said the height of romance was stabbing, didn't I?” Logan reached out again and brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. A frown drew down his lips when he saw the bruises on my cheeks. “What do you say we get you out of here, yeah? I don’t think extreme violence is really your scene.”

Logan was examining my leg the best he could without touching me. I could hear him sniffing as he leaned closer. “We need to take her to a doctor. She’s lost a lot of blood.”

“They stitched me up but I think all of them have ripped now.” My head felt so heavy. “My fingers are cold…is that normal?”

“We have to carry you out, is that okay?” As Logan asked, Wade was already reaching for me. He scooped me into his arms and clutched me tight to him. I hissed as my thigh stretched, head falling heavily against Wade’s chest. Logan walked beside us and I reached blindly for his hand. He gave it a small kiss, but didn’t hold it.

After two weeks, I was safe.

I was safe.

But we had to get out of this building first. Logan walked a head to peer down corners before signaling we could move forward. Wade moved slowly, keeping a firm hold on me. He stayed uncharacteristically quiet. I felt limp and weak in his arms, ready to sink into sleep as soon as I could. To keep myself conscious, I tried to remember all our turns, but it felt like there was an impossible amount. There was a round of clicking and the shuffle of feet as we rounded a corner.

“Ah shit.”

“Fuck.”

My sore eyes opened to find rows and rows of armed men. In front of them was him. There was a cruel smile on his face as he took me in. The woman was tucked behind him, her eyes pinned on me. “I see you pulled your stitches. You should have waited for me to get you instead of trying to run off on your own.” Logan snarled as his claws extended.

“Listen here bub. I don’t make idle threats. So best believe I’m going to follow through with skinning you alive.” Wade moved suddenly, his back to the men. He moved far quicker than he had before. I heard men readjusting their guns, their anxiousness clear.

“And where are you going Mister Wilson?”

“First off, Mister Wilson is my father.” I groaned as Wade placed me on the hard concrete floor, safely tucked behind a stack of boxes. He stood, “you can call me Marvel Jesus.” I watched with an unfocused gaze as his hand snapped open a holster and handed me the gun that it held. “Just dropping off special cargo.” I took it, my hands shook at the light weight. There was a flash of gold along the black metal but my hazy brain couldn’t make out the text. I carefully tucked it under my leg to hide it from view. Once that was done, Wade traveled back to Logan’s side. “What do you say darling?”

“Let’s fucking go.” My hands slapped over my ears at the thunderous noise of all those guns firing. I was desperate to drown out the screams, the wet slap of limbs falling to the floor. My first instinct was to take deep, calming breaths, but my nose was too full of the scent of iron. The time stretched, the fight going for hours.

Just as a sense of shaky calm fell over me, hands grabbed me. I recoiled instantly. “Don’t be difficult.” It was him. He was trying to pick me up, trying to move me. But my body was dead weight and he struggled to lift me. Something cool pressed under my thigh.

Now don’t be afraid of it. If you show fear around guns, you’ll end up shooting yourself in the foot.

Okay, see this little switch? No, not me you insatiable minx. This. Get a feel for it. If you are ever in danger you have to know where it is right away.

He was distracted, watching something over the boxes next to me, his arms suspended in mid air. A female scream cut through the rest of the deep shouts. That rush of time, the feeling that wasn’t easy to explain, snapped. I blinked in confusion. With the man’s focus somewhere else, I put every ounce of concentration into my hands, willing them to stay still, as I lifted the gun. I found the safety and flicked it back.

Now don’t get any big action hero dreams of just pulling this trigger and letting bullets fly. It requires a lot of force, so you have to pull the hammer back first. Make sure you hold it with both hands, okay? Last thing you need is a concussion from it flying back and hitting you in the head.

My sweaty thumb slipped from the hammer. The movement seemed to catch the man’s attention. There was a split moment where neither of us moved. Then, as if in slow motion, he reached for his own gun. I raised mine and pressed the barrel to his forehead. Both of my index fingers wrapped around the trigger. I squeezed with every ounce of strength I had left.

You can’t look away, pumpkin.

You gotta make sure anyone who is trying to hurt you is dead.

I didn’t.

One second his head was there, eyes bulging in fear. The next, just a cloud of red remained. Squishy chunks of brain, shards of skull, and a splatter of blood went everywhere. It was in my mouth, in my hair, across my bare legs. All sound died and was replaced by a dull ringing. His body slumped before it fell. I stared at it, dark red spluttering from the exposed veins of his neck, the liquid pooling on the floor. The concrete was quick to drink it up. Logan was the first to appear at my feet. He took me in, his face unreadable under his mask. I saw his mouth move but it was jumbled, words half broken. I shook my head, tapping my ears. It was like a dial slowly moving up on the radio. The sound of bullet casings hitting the ground, screams of pain, the thud of bodies.

“You alright?” Logan sounded panicked, his loud gruff voice cutting through the renewed sound. I nodded. “We’ll get you out of here, don’t worry sweetheart.” I nodded again. There was one last shout of agony before silence fell again. Logan maneuvered the dead man off me, throwing the body carelessly away. He slipped the gun from my sticky hands before hoisting me into his arms. I buried my face in his neck, taking in his scent. Sweet, earthy, the tang of sweat.

“We got you. I got you, sweetheart. Always will.”

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 7 months ago

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to many more | s.r. x liaison!fem reader

“what’s your favorite book?”

spencer looked away from his open files to turn in his chair to see you standing behind him, a couple of manila folders held close to your baby blue long sleeve dress shirt. he had to keep his eyes from dropping lower to get a glance at the curves that hugged to your black pants.

he coughed as he blinked a few times behind his glasses, “uh, well there’s- there’s too many to choose from. if you’re asking about general literature i’d probably say-“

you held a hand out with a shaky smile, “sorry. don’t mean to interrupt. but um, i’m asking if there’s a book or story that’s very meaningful full for you.”

spencer straightened his mouth, feeling it form into that usual line. he let his mind scour for a moment, “uh maybe… alice in wonderland. my mom used to read it as a bed time story from time to time in between narnia and fifteenth century literature. she used to read me valentines poems.”

he saw your brows raise for a moment, “that’s sweet. which did she recite the most?” you readjusted the files.

spencer tapped his fingers over his thighs, “mostly chaucer’s parlement of foules. The poem, which is in the form of a dream vision in rhyme royal stanza, contains one of the earliest references to the idea that St. Valentine's Day is a special day for lovers…” he stopped short when he saw a bored expression draping your face. “sorry, rambling.”

your eyes widen and you took a step closer, “no, no. you’re fine. your voice soothes me, probably looked a bit drowsy.”

spencer scrunched his face, “most people would look tired cause i’m boring them to sleep.” he saw your face fall at his words, he didn’t like the sight.

“well i like hearing your information. i find what you know quite fascinating, like last week you told me that flamingos feathers are actually white or pale gray, but appear pink cause of algae and shrimp. i would’ve never know that.” your smile pushed your cheeks, pupils beaming alight as he felt them ghostly tracing his face.

bashful your eyes directed to your feet, “i enjoyed our date last week.” moving some fingers to run behind your ear, “i’ve always wanted to visit the planetarium, but never found the time.”

spencer smiled fondly, “i’m glad i was able to get you the chance. sometimes they do thirty minute segments on each zodiac sign, it’s when i see a lot of ‘psychics’.”

you chuckled lightly, spencer’s grin widened. “i should take you to one for fun. just to test how real they are.”

he couldn’t help rolling his eyes, “don’t waste your money.” you shrugged simply, “could be a fun third date. she can verify that we’re a match.” giving your upper body a slight twisting at the waist.

before spencer could say anything in reply, you both turned to see hotch calling you from his upper office. “shit, forgot i had to drop these off. i’ll see you later.” and you stepped into his space to lean in an leave a kiss to his forehead. he could feel the residue of your fading gloss. he was happy there wasn’t many people in the bullpen, he didn’t want to deal with morgan’s teasing right now.

the only possible person to have witnessed that display would be hotch. “reid, a word,” his stern voice causing him to flinch in his seat. he quickly made his way up the steps and into the office, closing the door behind him and standing beside you with his hands behind his back. he wasn’t planning to have this conversation a month early.

“is there something you both would like to inform me on?” hotch letting either of you confirm your new relationship instead of assuming.

“uh,” you started to say before spencer interrupted more confidently, “y/n and i are currently seeing each other. it’s only been about two months.” he turned to you, eyes locking and both of you smiled at each other, “but i’d like to believe this will last awhile.”

“well,” hotch cleared his throat, “since you’ve probably read through the handbook spencer, there isn’t anything wrong with fraternization between employees. i would just need both of you to fill out some paperwork.”

you both nodded in agreement. “and please, try not to let this distract you in the field. otherwise you’ll have to be in separate rooms, hotel and assignments.”

“yes sir,” giving a playful salute as he dismissed you both. you decided to pull spencer by his hand in the direction of your, shared office, already knowing jj was busy elsewhere.

“i hope that was-“ you spun into spencer, palms on his cheeks as your lips pressed onto his. he went still for a moment, but you knew he just needed a second to process. his fingers curled along your hips, his warmth seeping through your fabric and onto your skin.

you sighed into his mouth as he worked your lips apart, taking the lead he moved both of you further into the office. your thighs hit the edge, a small gasping allowing for spencer to boldly slip his tongue into your mouth, your heart was pumping in your ears.

if you weren’t in the office you’d let your greedy fingers start to work at unbuttoning his shirt, but instead you were stopped short when someone groaned out, “holy shit!”

spencer was the first to jump away and you saw that penelope and jj were at the threshold with jaws dropped and bugged eyes. “you freaky love birds!” penelope screeched.

“i need to burn this room,” jj groaned as she turned on her heels.

#erin writes spencer #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x liaison!reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine

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lovifie · 9 months ago

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Hiii 🩷

I really loved your ‘Mr & Mrs. Price’ story where his partner he is marrying is younger than him! I was wondering if you had anymore of those stories?

If not, I was wondering if you could write a little after they get married sort of thing. Like would they have kids right away, etc.

Thank you!!

Hi love!! 🩷🩷 Thank you for asking so nicely 💕

At the moment I don't have anything else written for Price and her younger wife, so I'll write you a little bit of what I thought would happen after the wedding.

A continuation to Mr. & Mrs. Price

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The first thing would be the honeymoon, and Price gives me the vibes to go somewhere cold, like the Norwegian Fjords (? I don't know why, he just does. Constantly clinging to his wife like: "I'm cold, dear. Can't you see?" Only to sneaky get his hands under your clothes.

Friends and family complain about how little photos you took, but it's just because most of what you took, were taken inside your room. So many, so many pictures of his hand on your body, the gold band on his finger shining on all of them.

So much fluffy/dirty talk. "My dear, wifey... See? I told you I was going to marry you one day, and look at you, Mrs.Price... so fucking beautiful under me..."

Neither of you are surprised when a couple of months later you get a positive pregnancy test.

"We used protection..." Price says, as if that would change something.

"Yeah... Until we run out, Mr. I Pulled Out." You say.

Having a child so quickly after the wedding was neither of your plans, but Price was already talking about taking a step back from the dangerous mission and for some reason neither of you were panicking after the news.

It was a weird feeling, at first at least. But on the doctor appointment, when you hear the little alien's heartbeat it was set. Price's hand holding yours, the whole way back home.

He did step back from the dangerous mission, working at base helping the recruits and helping on the small missions, not wanting to be far from you. So he spent his working hours at base, and one day he forgot some documents at home and asked if you could bring them to him.

So you did.

You grabbed the folder, and drove your pregnant self to base.

Ghost was the one who saw you first, almost as you stepped off the car. And he was immediately on your side, stunned when he saw your belly.

"Are you..." He asked, not wanting to be rude; looking from your stomach to your face.

You quickly nod, the man's eyebrows disappearing under his mask. He took the folder from your hands, as if it was a heavy piece of furniture you were holding making you laugh. "Congratulations... That's what people say, right?"

You nod again, holding onto his arm to ease his mind as you walk towards Price's office. Small talk about how you were planning a baby shower and if he would like to assist, the panic clear on his face making you chuckle again.

"I'm pulling your leg, Simon. I'll send you a message with the important news." You say, patting his arm.

"And I will be forever grateful for it." He says, slowly falling in a comfortable chat with you.

Gaz and Soap walk out of Price's office just as you turn the corner. Both their expression of shock.

"Captain!" Soap calls him, annoyed with just finding out. "Ye got yer missus pregnant already? Ye filthy dog."

Price furrows his eyebrows, walking out and smiling widely. Quickly walking to you to give a kiss on the lips, his hands resting on your tummy.

"How are my girls doing, sweetheart?" He asks, Simon hearing it perfectly.

"Girls? You are having a baby girl?" He asks, making Gaz and Soap repeat it as echo.

You chuckle again, taking the fold from Ghost's hand and handing it to Price. "We are doing great today, John. Here's the documents, Simon wouldn't let me hold them myself."

"Good lad." He says, nodding at the mancunian making you shake your head.

Unlike Ghost, Gaz actually asks you about the baby shower and if he can assist. Price doesn't say anything, but he is really glad he offered; having now a familiar face at the party.

And even though only Gaz assists in person, he brings a present. "From Ghost, Soap and I, hope the girly likes it. Whenever she uses it."

He says that because the gift is a bright pink toy car for the baby to drive around.

Price complains about the safety of it, but later at night when everyone is gone he sits on the sofa, looking at you drive the car yourself talking about how you always wanted one as a kid. And Price is not sure how he got this lucky in life.

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kitty6choi · 2 months ago

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𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆

⚝ 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: This case is your whole life, you've been working so hard for years to catch one of the worst criminals in the country, so when you have the opportunity to capture him you don't think twice, but you don't expect that when you meet him the memories by his side will betray you.

⚝ 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Mafia boss! Kim Hongjoong x Fem! Police agent

⚝ 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut MDNI + little angust + mafia au + lovers to enemies

⚝ 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6.9k (omg)

⚝ 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: Violence, blood, physical aggression, sexual warnings: marks, nipple play, unprotected sex (don't do it)

A/N: Sorry for the delay, but I finally got this up, it was a real challenge because this is the longest thing I've ever written and I wanted it to make sense (sorry if I forgot anything) I want to remember that English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there's something wrong

⋆｡˚୨𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍୧˚｡⋆

The neon lights were reflected all over the room, your heart didn't stop beating and you couldn't stop thinking about how much it was going to hurt, it was your first tattoo and although you knew it wasn't a good idea, adrenaline had taken over you the moment it occurred to you, and you also wanted to see his reaction when he saw it.

You closed your eyes as you felt the needle stick into your skin and leave a trail of ink with what you had asked for, it was special, it was unique and had a great meaning, it was more than that, it was proof of the love you felt and you wanted to show that despite the circumstances your love for him would never be erased.

When you saw yourself in the mirror you smiled and ran back to the small apartment you shared with him, nerves took over you with every step you took as you went to where you knew he was, you peeked a little and held your breath, but he felt your presence.

“What's wrong my love?” You approached from behind and hugged him, breathing in the scent of his clothes until he turned around to see you

“I have a surprise” you said with a trembling voice, he smiled and raised an eyebrow waiting to see what you had, he expected a box with a gift or maybe some kind of joke from you, but when you moved your shirt and revealed an ink stain on your skin with his fucking initials he was speechless

“But…” he raised his hand to touch it and although it was delicate you felt a little pain, even so, you didn't move and let him look at it in amazement

“It's because of you, I want you to know that just like this tattoo my love for you will be engraved in me forever” he couldn't contain himself and hugged you tightly while holding back his tears trying to tell you that he felt the same, but he couldn't, all the emotions in his chest were confusing and the only thing he could do was kiss you.

It was a kiss full of passion and all the words he couldn't express, it was a kiss in which he tried to give you everything of him, his soul, his mind, his body, his heart, everything was yours and you had it in your hands.

"I promise I'll never leave you" you looked at him excitedly, believing in his words because of the way he looked at you and at that moment you hugged him and you knew that with him you were safe, with him there would be nothing that would make you suffer because he was the love of your life.

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You opened your eyes when someone knocked on the office door, you had fallen asleep on top of the pile of papers scattered on the desk, you got up just in time when the door opened, but you only heard a small laugh when Officer Lee saw you trying to organize the paperwork, you sighed in relief to see that it was him and not your boss.

“Do you need help?” You smiled shaking your head when he stepped forward and you noticed the folder he was holding in his hand

“Is there anything new?”

“The boss is calling a meeting” Officer Lee said a little more seriously

“Will you let me see him?” Felix glanced back and sighed passing you the folder with the information of the case they were handling.

They weren’t supposed to do this, you weren’t even supposed to know that there was a case in operation, but when he heard the false story you told him he felt bad and somehow it helped you gather some information for your own purpose. Before you finished reading it Felix snatched the folder from you and stiffened.

“The job is complete, you may leave officer” he told you in a serious tone and before you could complain you noticed the figure of the boss in the hallway. He passed by you without looking at you and without turning around his voice echoed throughout the room.

“Agent Lee to the office, now” Felix gave you a look asking for forgiveness and went after the boss with the folder on the information, there was nothing to do now, you could only wait for him to return with new information, your job here was complete.

You left the office heading home while repeating the information in your head over and over again so as not to miss any details, you had spent years memorizing the words Felix told you, you had recorded in your mind all the reports you had read and you may have taken a couple of photos of the evidence.

When you opened the door to your house you let out a tired sigh, sometimes it was hard to stay focused after so many years alone, you carried the weight of a sorrow and anguish that were the cause of the dark circles under your eyes, but remembering it also made you move forward, it was the engine of your days and you wouldn't stop until you achieved your goal.

You entered the small room that you kept locked, when you turned on the light it only revealed everything you had achieved all these years, there was not a single space in your small office that wasn't surrounded with all the information about the case (which you weren't supposed to know about). You knew each and every one of those words, but none of it was enough to end the problem.

You threw yourself on the chair looking at the ceiling, wondering if one day this would end, all this sorrow and suffering that you had gone through just for a goal, just to try to calm the resentment that only grew stronger with the years. You took a sheet of paper and wrote down what you had discovered this afternoon.

‘The last attack at the bar has made it clear that this is related to someone else, although Song Mingi, one of the members of the organization, has been seen at the scene, we have not been able to capture him, but enough evidence was collected to know that the next meeting will be in two days at point x, it is possible that the head of the organization will be present and that will be our chance to catch him. ’

You knew that this was a unique opportunity, in all this time no one had been so close to catching the target, but now maybe they could do it and you didn’t care what you had to do to see him face to face again because you would be the one to end him.

That night you went to sleep with a thousand ideas in your head, but when you could finally close your eyes the only thing you could see was the face of someone you remembered, someone from your past who was no longer there but who continued to torment you as much as the day he abandoned you.

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You looked at the clock again, it wasn't unusual for Hongjoong to come home late, but this time you felt that something was wrong. You had noticed him very strange the last few weeks and when you asked him he would get angry and leave the room just to avoid the subject, you were worried about him, but you didn't know what to do to see him calm down.

You took the phone and called him, but no one answered. With each passing minute your nerves grew bigger and you didn't know what to do, but suddenly you thought of a place where he could be. You took your things before leaving the house and prayed to heaven that he was there.

When you went out into the darkness of the night the cold air gave you chills all over your body and although you were cold the only thing you cared about was finding Hongjoong. When you turned around you noticed a car parked in front of the house, for a moment you thought it was Hongjoong, but when you saw the figure of two unknown men something in your chest changed. You took a step back with fear slowly growing inside you, but you didn't run.

“Who are they?” you asked fearfully as you saw the men approaching where you were, “what do they want?” they just looked at each other without saying anything and continued on their way passing by you until they reached the entrance of your apartment, you were very confused and could only watch as they knocked hard on the door.

“We know you're there, open the door for us now” said one of them with a deep voice and obviously upset

“Your time is up, idiot” said the other slamming the door until it shook, without getting an answer the man kicked the door again and again until the wood creaked under his blows until it broke leaving the entrance free for them.

You watched as they entered your shared apartment and started to turn over the furniture while cursing and shouting things you didn't understand. You had no idea what was happening, but there was something warning you to run, to get away from there as far as possible and not look back, but another part of you prevented you from moving, seeing how those strangers had entered your home and began to destroy the house that you had worked so hard to build next to Hongjoong, you couldn't allow it. With a clouded and angry mind you entered your house

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get out of my house" you shouted, believing that you could face them alone

At that moment the men turned to look at you and one of them made a sign to the other and then continued on his path of destruction, the other had stopped in front of you and tilted his head as he ran his eyes up and down over you. You felt a cold chill and your heart pounding, your breathing was labored, but you couldn't move because of fear.

“I'll take care of you” his words were what made you react and you moved to try to run, but you felt a tug on your hair and then a sharp blow to your back. You tried to take a breath, but the man kicked you in the stomach, knocking all the air out of your lungs.

You coughed and scanned around for something to defend yourself, but one of his hands wrapped around your foot and dragged you across the floor. You screamed so loud that you hurt your throat, you kicked, but his grip became stronger as he dragged you, you slapped the air while leaving a trail of your tears on the floor.

When the man finally stopped you turned around to get up and run away, but his hands held you tightly and slammed you against the wall, you whimpered at the sight of his angry face, you reached out and when your fingers felt something sharp you grabbed it tightly and slammed it against his face.

The man stepped back watching as the blood began to run down his face, you stood still for a second before realizing that you had hit one of the portraits that Hongjoong and you had together, the man looked at the photo and something seemed to change inside him before he growled and lunged at you again.

“Damn bitch, it’s you” he shouted as you started to run towards the exit, you didn’t want to turn around and ask him what he meant, the only thing that mattered to you at that moment was to run away, when hope embraced your body as you left the house you dared to turn around only to see the man very close to you before you tripped and fell to the ground. You felt your ankle twist and you let out a scream as you felt the man's hands on you as he dragged you back into the house.

“Nooooo” you couldn't stop trying to fight, but when he slammed your head into the table you stopped screaming, the sharp pain shot through your entire body and left you dizzy with your vision unfocused, your words no longer made sense and for a moment you knew you were going to die.

“I will make you pay for what that idiot did to us” you heard him say as he threw you aside causing some glass to get stuck all over your arm, you looked around trying to see something, but all you could see was the ruined photograph on the floor.

Tears welled up inside you hard as you thought of Hongjoong, a part of you knew you had lost him and that these men were here just to finish you off, you felt helpless as you tried to get up and felt your body collapse from the pain.

“Jong…” you sighed closing your eyes waiting for your life to end, but suddenly you heard the thud of something heavy, you moved to see what happened, but you were so weak that it was hard for you to open your eyes, even so, you tried, if this was your chance to run away you would take it.

You looked up and saw two other men enter the house, one of them raised a gun and you only heard a dry shot in the distance, the other approached where you were and you crawled to the side thinking he would do something to you, but another shot closer was present and a second later the man who had attacked you was on the floor with a lifeless look in front of you.

You cornered yourself against the wall and felt a sharp pain in your arm, a red liquid clouded your vision before touching the wound on your head. You looked up, where one of the new unknown men was approaching and you picked up a piece of glass on the floor feeling like a new wound opened in the palm of your hand.

“Don’t come closer” you said scared, the man obeyed and raised his hands in surrender, but then a cynical smile appeared on his face, tears came out of you without you being able to stop it “Stop, please” you begged when you saw how he crouched down and tilted his head, like a curious animal discovering something new.

The man’s gaze wandered around for a second and you noticed how he stared at the stained and wrinkled photo of Hongjoong and you, he took it before looking at your face, you noticed something strange in his gaze before looking at your bloody arm looking at the piece of glass you had in your hands, he extended his hand and you walked away sticking to the wall, but he just took the glass without making a face despite the blood starting to drip down his hand and snatched the gun you had taken from you.

“Can you stop struggling” he said standing up with the crystal in his hand, his words seemed to have a strange effect on you before you felt your body relax “I found someone else” he suddenly shouted over his shoulder

You felt so weak and sore that you felt your eyelids struggling to stay open, you only heard a few footsteps approaching where you were and then you looked up at the other man, but behind him appeared a figure, one that you would recognize anywhere, you opened your eyes and looked up only to see Hongjoong’s face.

“Hong…” you sighed raising your hands to try to reach him, but you noticed how he took a step back and you felt your heart break a little “it’s me” you said with effort trying to get up and run towards him

“Do you know her?” the other man asked, you looked at them and for a moment you thought that maybe you were hallucinating, but then you heard his name “Hongjoong?” “Do you know her?”

You looked at Hongjoong for a moment, waiting for him to say yes, to come to your side and hug you so tightly that you would forget everything that had happened, instead you noticed how he clenched his jaw and his eyes darkened, leaving you to see a void in them. He took a step back and looked at you one last time before turning around.

“I’ve never seen her,” he said firmly before walking away.

Your chest felt sore and your heart had broken into a thousand pieces. At that moment, your wounds stopped mattering to you and you crawled to try to reach him, but with each movement you made it was more difficult.

“Don’t leave me” you begged the man you thought you knew, but he just stopped for a moment and turned the zebra over his shoulder

“Forget about all this, you just had bad luck” you collapsed on the ground with the little strength you had, there was nothing that could help you overcome the emptiness that had become chrome in your chest, you felt as if you had been shot a million times and your heart had been ripped out, that person was not the one you fell in love with, he was not the same one who held you every night until you fell asleep.

You stayed on the ground and listened as his footsteps moved away leaving you with the memory of the man you once loved.

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You hit the lump in front of you again, remembering the dream you had. Your hands hurt from hitting the bag the last hour, but it was the only thing that helped you feel better. You felt your blood burn inside as you saw the man's face in your mind, you hit the bag you imagined was him and you did it again and again.

“Bad night?” Felix's voice broke your concentration and you stopped, watching the bag shake from side to side.

“Something like that.” You took a breath and noticed him trying to bandage his hands, you approached holding his hand and helping him to put them on properly.

The silence between you became tense, you were thinking about the operation you would carry out, but instead he was focused on the way your hands held his and the way he was holding back the urge to put a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Hey…”

“Hey…” You laughed and he let you speak first, but he didn’t know how to tell you.

“About the operation…” Felix’s smile faded and he stepped away from you with a little annoyance “do you think I can go?”

“No, the people who are going are just a small group, I’m not sure if I can go”

“But…”

“No” he answered firmly and completely seriously “besides, why would you want to go?”

“I already said it” you said insisting on your false story

“You risk too much just to find a simple thief” you bit your lips, you didn’t want to tell him the truth so you insisted

“But…” Felix exploded and grabbed you by the shoulders

“Don’t you understand? This isn't a game, we're going for one of the most dangerous criminals in the country, you can't play with that, you can't put your life at risk just for the chance to get revenge" Felix's voice broke with each word and he finally bowed his head tired "I don't believe you for shit that I'm a simple thief to you" they looked at each other for a second and you knew that even if you didn't tell him he knew the truth "I still won't let you put yourself in danger"

You took his face in your hands and when your eyes met you felt a small spark of something inside you. Felix moved a little closer to you and placed his trembling hands on your waist, you weren't sure what he was doing, but you closed your eyes and moved closer to his lips.

The kiss wasn't slow, it was a desperate and anxious caress that caught you in an instant. You ran your hands through his hair and let out a moan when his hands cupped your buttocks and caressed your thighs to lift you and press you against the wall.

Your head was spinning, you didn't remember the last time you had done something like that, but it didn't feel like anything you'd ever done before, everything was faster, more desperate.

Your mouth moved anxiously over his lips and you tilted your head when his lips ran along the line of your jaw and he ran his tongue along your neck. You closed your eyes and pulled his hair a little when you felt him suck on a part of your neck, he continued to move down a little further while his hands caressed your thighs, but when his lips rested on your marked skin it was as if you had been burned.

You pushed him away making your feet touch the ground and you touched yourself right there, where the tattoo burned you. You felt a pain in your chest and looked up only to see Felix's worried face. You moved away when he tried to get closer to you and guilt washed over you knowing that he wasn't the one you had imagined.

“I'm sorry” you said holding back your tears “I can't do it” you ran out of there with the sea of emotions stirring in your chest and you ran to your house.

The memories of the past mixed with your feelings and you felt that if you kept running you could escape from them, but when you got home everything became stronger when you saw everything you had gathered to try to catch Hongjoong.

Anger blinded you and you threw the papers from your desk to the floor, you took a fist and tore them up, you tore out the photos you had on the board and threw them to the floor while your tears spilled down your face, everything you had done to try to get closer to him, but you could never do it, everything you went through because of him and after so many years you couldn't be free.

You screamed at the sky and hit the empty desk, you sat down in the chair exhausted and looked at the mess you had caused.

You didn't have the strength to keep moving and you lay down on the floor, on top of all the papers you once believed would take you somewhere. You looked at the ceiling trying to find comfort while you wiped away your tears. You stood up and looked at the mess you had caused, the words were mixed together and nothing made sense, but among all the mess you could notice something strange, something that didn't seem to fit in with all that mess.

You moved the torn papers and noticed a small envelope amongst everything, you didn't remember having it and you inspected it and noticed that it had a red seal with an 'A' engraved on it. You quickly opened it and took the sheet of paper inside, but you froze when you recognized Hongjoong's handwriting on the sheet.

'I've tried not to interfere in your life, but I see that you've been investigating mine. You've done an excellent job, I see that you're still as stubborn as before, but where has that gotten you? I think you deserve a reward for all the effort you've put in KH'

You crumpled up the paper and threw it away, the place where you had the same initials engraved burned you, but you inspected the envelope and noticed that there was something written inside, it had a date and time written next to an address, one that you remembered by heart.

It was a trap, he was probably just making fun of you, after so many years without knowing anything he just now deigns to look for you, why? It was a bad idea, you knew he would hide in the shadows and make fun of you as soon as he saw you arrive, even so, a part of you wanted to go, you wanted to know if it was true, a part of you believed that he would be there and if he was you would be ready to end all this.

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You couldn't stop looking at the clock while you bit your nails, you had decided not to go look for him, but the idea of Hongjoong waiting for you only made your chest heave and your blood boil knowing that you couldn't do anything. You shook your head, no, that was a bad idea, you decided to do things on the bright side and wait for the right people to catch him, it was an incredible coincidence that the same day that Felix's team had the operation was the same day that was written in the letter and that day was today.

Although years had passed you knew Hongjoong, he was calculating and careful with what he did and always had a purpose. You didn't say anything to Felix because you knew you would reveal the truth, but thinking that maybe they could attack them because of you was something that kept you awake, you couldn't stop thinking that maybe that was a plan to meet you.

It had only been a minute, but you couldn't be at peace, you suddenly stood up and changed, it didn't matter if it was just a fucking joke or not, you had to check it out, and you couldn't put others at risk just because of your problems. You took your gun and put it on your belt, just in case.

When you went out into the darkness of the night the cold air gave you chills all over your body and reminded you of that night when everything was ruined, you walked through the empty streets, you were alert for anyone, any movement, any noise. With every step you took the emotions became stronger, but you contained them as much as you could until you arrived at the place.

You stood in front of your old apartment and felt a pressure on your chest, you didn't think you would come back here after what happened. The wind whispered in your ear to go back, that it was dangerous, but seeing a light on inside was like they were telling you that they were waiting for you and there was something inside you that was pulling you in. You couldn't miss it, all these years waiting for this moment, you couldn't miss this opportunity and without looking back you walked forward.

You pulled out the gun and opened the door effortlessly and as soon as you set foot inside you felt your body start to shake when you discovered that the interior was intact, it was the same as before everything, when Hongjoong and you lived together happily. You took a breath and pointed the gun forward as you remembered your true objective.

You walked around the place while your eyes scanned everywhere looking for movement, until you heard the sound of footsteps behind you, but when you turned around there was no one. You squeezed the gun tightly while holding your breath to try to stop the accelerated beating of your heart.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again” when you heard his voice you felt your legs weaken and your body sway, but you had prepared for this moment for years, each and every scenario in your head didn’t compare to this moment when you heard his voice again tearing at your ears “my love”

You turned slowly and when you saw him in front of you it was like you were hit in the stomach, all these years of preparation were of no use to you at this moment and for a second you wanted to throw away your weapon and run into his arms, but you couldn’t, the memory of his words and him abandoning you were engraved all over your skin.

“Don’t call me that” Hongjoong smiled and shook his head. You noticed that despite the years he had the same smile, but that sparkle in his eyes was gone, they seemed dull and lifeless “why did you look for me after so many years?”

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” He took a step, but you raised your gun, making him stay where he was.

“Answer me,” your voice was starting to shake, but you wanted answers before you finished with everything. Hongjoong sighed and put his hands in his pants pocket before speaking.

“You got too close, the police thought that with their dirty rat they could find out something between us, but we took care of her,” his voice had a hint of contempt and anger, “but I wasn’t going to let you put yourself at risk,” he said, looking at your hands that had scars, “not aga…”

“Don’t you dare say it,” you answered angrily, “I don’t believe you for shit, if you had cared you wouldn’t…” your voice cut off when the memory hit you hard, “you left me… you let them beat me up and treat me like trash, and then?” Hongjoong turned his face, he couldn’t look you in the eyes and he couldn’t face the pain in your gaze, “you left… you left me alone and without strength, alone on the ground and for what?” You took a step forward and Hongjoong looked up with effort. “When I opened my eyes, you were no longer there. They told me that you fled the country because you got involved in crime. Did you abandon me because of that? To be happy, loaded with money and have whoever you wanted?”

“I did it to protect you” he suddenly shouted and for a moment you thought you saw the person you fell in love with “that night made me understand that I couldn’t protect you, that’s why I left you, if I kept you away from me you would be happy and have a quiet life, or so I thought” he ran his hands through his hair before continuing “but you decided to join the police, you decided to look for me and meddle where you’re not called”

“You left me for no reason” you screamed anyway as you felt the blood boiling inside you.

You pointed the gun at his chest and felt your hand tremble, but you didn’t plan on failing, not this time.

“Do it” he said in a deep and defiant voice knowing that you were hesitating “end this once and for all” he took a few more steps until the tip of the gun touched his chest, he looked you in the eyes and took your trembling hands in his “isn’t that why you came?”

The memory of all the harm he caused you came back to you, all that suffering and pain, all that hate and sadness that you had dragged around for so long came back to you and you looked him in the eyes one last time knowing it was the end.

“I hate you” you said with tears in your eyes before pulling the trigger, but Hongjoong was prepared, he knew you would do it, he still knew you well and at the last second he moved your hands up causing the bullet to shoot towards the ceiling.

You were confused and stunned and before you could aim the gun at your target again Hongjoong snatched it from you throwing it away. You lunged at him and punched him in the face causing him to back away before running for the gun, but hands grabbed your waist stopping your escape.

“You can’t run away from me… not again”

“Let me go, idiot” you screamed, throwing your elbow back and hitting him in the face again. Hongjoong let you go and you took the opportunity to go for the gun, but he pushed you and grabbed it first, pointing it at you. You let out a dry laugh and looked at him with contempt. “Do it” you screamed with tears in your eyes. “It will only be one more death for you.”

Hongjoong moved slowly, still pointing at you, and looked you up and down until he stopped looking at your neck.

“Did you have fun?” You didn’t understand what he meant, but then you remembered that Felix had kissed you there, which probably left a mark. “Did you enjoy it or did you imagine that it was me who was in his place?” You gritted your teeth when he laughed hard knowing the answer “I knew it, you can’t forget me”

“You wish” you answered angrily when you felt the cold of the gun on your cheek “in fact… it was the best night of my life” you knew it was a lie but seeing his angry face felt good “his hands ran all over my body” Hongjoong ran the gun along your neck, right where the mark was and pressed a little, your breathing was agitated but you couldn’t take your eyes off him as you saw how his eyes transformed “it replaced the memory of your kisses and made me moan his name” Hongjoong pushed your body and you let out a sigh when you hit the wall “what’s wrong? I thought you said you wanted me to be happy”

“Did you forget me?” He asked, bringing his mouth close to your ear as he pinned your body against his while pressing the gun to your stomach. You couldn't move out of fear, but there was a part of you that knew it wasn't just because of that.

“Completely,” you answered, trying to sound calm even though you were struggling inside.

He looked up and you stirred as his eyes lit up. It was just as you remembered, and for a moment you hesitated.

“So…” your body tensed as you felt him lower the gun down your belly and trace lines down your thighs. “If I kiss you, you won't feel anything?”

“Nothing,” you said, fighting against yourself. You knew it was wrong, that if I did it, there would probably be no turning back, but having him close and breathing in his scent only brought back memories that made your body light up.

He brought his mouth close to your neck and without stopping to look at you, he gave you small kisses on your skin. You tried to stay still but it felt like fire on his lips and you shifted beneath him. He traced a path down your skin to the mark you had and growled as he sank his teeth into it. You held onto his shoulders as you struggled to throw him away but then he looked up and you felt his breath on your lips

Time seemed to freeze, he was no longer the Hongjoong who left you, you could see a trace of the person he was before that night, that caring and loving person, so you hesitated, all the moments you had spent with him overlapped at the same time as the memory of him leaving you, you were so confused and torn between what you felt and what you should do, you just wanted to stop thinking.

“Hongjoong” his gaze intensified and the tension between the two of you was palpable in your bodies, you couldn’t leave him, not now “kiss me”

His mouth moved desperately over yours, your hands clenched his shirt tightly trying to suppress the intense fire that burned inside you, but you couldn't, with each movement of his lips your barriers crumbled little by little letting in the feeling that you thought you had killed for him.

“Let me love you again” he whispered on your skin, right where the ink with his name burned you.

You closed your eyes, you didn't want to see him because you knew that if you did you would give in to him like you had done years ago, but Hongjoong took your face in his hands and raised your gaze to meet your eyes. You knew he wasn't the same man you had fallen in love with, but his kisses and caresses only made you believe that he was.

“Hong…” you couldn’t finish saying his name when his mouth captured your lips, it was just as you remembered it and with your mind clouded and confused you could only let out a small sigh before separating from him to look at him and say the words that burned your throat “make me remember your love”

He didn’t wait any longer before bringing his lips together again, you let out a muffled moan when his hands wrapped around you and he kissed you delicately as if he needed to do so to explore your mouth again like the first time. You placed your hands on his chest and ran them through the buttons of his shirt unbuttoning them slowly, you ran your hands over the muscles of his body and noticed that he had scars that he didn’t have before. You couldn’t imagine what he went through, but that didn’t matter to you now that you could feel it again.

Hongjoong kissed your neck down to the neckline of your shirt and a shiver ran through your body when he slipped his hands under your clothes caressing the skin of your abdomen, he took off your shirt and you noticed how he looked at you delicately, as he always did every time you undressed in front of him.

He licked his lips and brought his trembling hands to your breasts, you knew he was desperate, but he wouldn't let himself go until he saw you completely. You unbuttoned your bra and noticed how he took a big breath of air, you ran your hands over your body watching how he observed every movement you made and you thought you heard how his heart raced when you pulled down your pants leaving you only in panties.

"You are my downfall" he sighed when you took a step towards him, you took one of his hands and placed it on your chest watching how he closed his eyes while kneading the flesh on his fingers. You bit your lip to keep from moaning as his mouth attacked your other breast and began to suck on your nipple.

His hot breath on your skin made your legs shake and your core heat up, you threw your head back as his mouth moved lower and he placed kisses on your abdomen before he got on his knees and kissed your thighs, but then you moaned when you felt his teeth dig into your skin, the pain combined with the softness of his kisses only causing more heat between your legs.

“Hong…” you sighed giving him a look begging him to touch you, he seemed to understand and moved one of his hands up your legs touching your pussy. He moved his fingers over your wet panties and you couldn’t help but move your hips looking for more.

You felt a kiss on your pussy before he removed the fabric that was between you both. He stood up and took off his shirt, you were anxious and you approached attacking his mouth while your hands moved over his pants trying to unbuckle his belt and when you did you threw it away while he took care of pulling down his pants.

You both looked at each other with labored breathing knowing what was going to happen, it only took a second for your gazes to meet before you pounced on each other letting all the desire you had contained for years embrace you in a small bubble.

Your tongues fought over each other while your hands didn't stop moving over your bodies, Hongjoong squeezed your waist to feel every part of your body while you clung to his neck so as not to break free from him. You moaned on his mouth with every step you took towards the room, but it seemed too far away.

“Hong…” you moaned as one of his hands moved down touching your pussy

“If you call me that again I’ll take you right here” he whispered near your ear

“Hong” you said as your eyes met, he let out a strangled sigh and pushed you up against the wall lifting one of your legs, he moved his hips and you moaned as you felt his cock on your pussy, you couldn’t wait, you wanted it right now, it didn’t matter where you were, you just wanted to feel it “Hong” you repeated again as he took his cock and placed its tip over your entrance “Hongjoong”

He pushed his hips hard and you moaned into his mouth as you felt him fit inside you effortlessly, it was like your body still remembered him and was waiting for this moment. At this moment the past or the future didn't matter, you could only focus now on his cock inside you and his kisses on your mouth.

“It's better than I remember” he said when he felt your insides squeeze his cock desperately “do you still miss me my love?”

“Shut up idiot” you answered with effort when he gave a push, you held onto his shoulders when he started to move and set a slow but hard rhythm. He wanted to feel every part of you and make you remember every inch of him

His mouth moved down your neck and sucked on your skin leaving new marks on them replacing the ones you had, you dug your nails into his back with each thrust he gave you and you tried to bear the knot in your belly, but it was almost impossible.

“Shit… I won’t stand it” you clung to his body as your legs shook and he held you tightly while still moving

“You will” you wanted to, you really tried, but with every movement of his cock hitting your insides it was impossible and when he gave a hard blow you couldn’t hold back and you released yourself on him while you felt the pleasure pouring down your legs “you’re still a brat… I think I’ll have to remind you how things are done”

He took you by both legs and carried you easily as he carried you to the bedroom, he placed you on the bed gently and you looked at him before he took your ankles and placed them on his shoulders. The new position made your pleasure build up again and you held the sheets tightly as he continued to pound your abused pussy.

“Don’t stop” you begged as you felt yourself back on top

Hongjoong was struggling not to release himself, but seeing you beneath him with your breathing ragged as you moaned his name over and over, as your pussy squeezed his cock and your hands gripped the sheets tightly, he couldn’t take it. He let go of your legs and positioned himself on top of you as he emptied his entire release inside you.

Their lips met once more as your pleasure and his mixed together. You hooked your legs over his waist and held him back, letting him rest on your chest, your fingers caressing his head and you could feel his heart on yours as you both caught your breath and you tried to come back to reality, but you didn’t want to because you knew you would just walk away from him again.

“I missed you so much” Hongjoong said suddenly looking up

“That doesn’t matter” you answered sadly and confused “you will leave again” Hongjoong looked at you for a long moment and hugged you

“I won’t let you go, not this time” he left a kiss on your forehead and hugged you tightly “I will find a way to protect you” you wanted to believe in his words, but you couldn’t do it, even so you let a small flame of hope light up inside you, but now the only thing that mattered to you was that he was here, with you.

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“Hey.” Kenji spoke as he entered the kitchen, coming back from school. “I’m making katsu curry tonight.” Aunt Mina spoke as she chopped the ingredients. “You’re serious? Katsu curry?” He mutters as he opens the fridge to grab a drink after glancing at the table.

“Since when don’t you like katsu curry, huh?” His aunt asks, moving the ingredients to the counter placing it on a pan. Kenji slowly moves away and into the sink as aunt Mina looks at his face in surprise. “Oh my God..”

“What’s up?” Kenji glances at his aunt as he asks. “What happened to your face?” She says in concern as Kenji laughs it off, “Oh, I’m all right, I just— I got hit by a baseball in practice.” He waves off, “I’m fine.”

His aunt gives him a look, not buying his excuse. “Kenji— you don’t even play baseball that much anymo—“ she gets cut off as she sees her husband carry a box of trophies. “Ben Sato, don’t you even think about leaving that filthy box in my kitchen. She says with a glare as she wipes her hands with the towel draped on her shoulder.

“These are my.. bowling trophies.” He says, trying to convince her to let him put it there. Kenji smiles as he listens to his aunt and uncle’s banter, chuckling as his lips are placed on the opening of the plastic bottle of juice he’s drinking.

Uncle Ben looks at Kenji, noticing his state. “What happened to you?” He says as he moves down his box of trophies. “He got hit by a baseball. You’re lucky you didn’t get hit by a bat instead.” Aunt mina answers, making Kenji chuckle.

“Well, it would’ve been more interesting.” Ben adds as he winks at Kenji, having fun at riling up his wife. “Ben!” Aunt Mina scolded.

“It’s funny because it’s stupid and dangerous.” He adds, making his wife turn to him as Kenji lets out another hearty laugh, “Remember how we were stupid and dangerous?” “No.” Aunt Mina quickly replies, stirring the food in the pan. “Trust me we were.” Uncle Ben nods, looking at Kenji.

“All right, good to know I’m not the only one.” He smiles, looking down at the wet floor. “Hey, where’s the flood?” He asks, uncle Ben picking his box of trophies again. “Follow me. I’ll show you.” He walks away, barefoot. “You serious?” Kenji asks, “Yeah!” His uncle replies. “All right.” Kenji mutters under his breath, his aunt looking at them both, unamused, as she continued to cook.

Seriously…men.

After Kenji and his uncle talked in the basement while trying to find the leak, his uncle finally starts walking up, Kenji still cleaning up some boxes and organizing them. “Hey, before you come up, see if there’s anything else worth saving.” His uncle speaks as Kenji held a piece of frozen meat on his bruised lip. “Okay.” Kenji replied, still organizing the things inside a box.

He walks away, moving a box from a corner. He puts it down, suddenly noticing a briefcase with the initials, “HS” on top of the lock. He remembers in the car, on their way to this house when he was still a child, his dad had the same bag. Hayao was taking out a folder, with plenty of papers outside.

He blinks the memory stuck in his mind as he slowly picks it up, walking upstairs. His aunt and uncle were heard bickering, Kenji still fixated on the briefcase of his father. He walks and stops into their view, his aunt and uncle staring at him in shock. They look at each other before looking back at Kenji.

“I forgot all about that thing. It was your dad’s.” Uncle Ben speaks up, making Kenji turn his head to him. “Yeah..” He mutters, “He asked us to keep it safe for him.” Kenji felt his eyes tear up at the sight of his father’s belonging. Feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over him. “He saw it in the window of that leader shop in Okinawa. He was 19.”

Uncle Ben sat down on the chair, Kenji placing the leather bag on the table. “What does a 19-year-old kid need with a briefcase?” He jokes. “And guess who sold it to him.” Kenji shrugs, “Your mother.” Kenji glances at him in surprise, “Mom?” He smiles softly, remembering his mother.

Aunt Mina walks towards them, leaning on the wall as her heart clenches at the sight of Kenji smiling sadly. “That’s how they met!” Uncle Ben replies, nodding his head. “Dad asked you to keep this safe?” He glances at the bag before looking at his uncle, “Why? There’s nothing in here.” Aunt Mina smiles, walking a bit near.

“Hayao was a very secretive man, Ken.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” He laughs, remembering his father. He starts opening the bag, feeling paper. He pulls it out of the bag, shock present on his face as he stares at it. “Who’s that? Do you know who this is?” He furrows his brow in confusion as he shows the picture to his aunt and uncle.

“Some guy who worked with your dad, I guess.” Uncle Ben says, acting unsure. Kenji tries to show his aunt, but she doesn’t reply. Ken looks at it, feeling like the answer was incomplete. Aunt Mina suddenly walks towards him, wiping the table. “Okay, put it away from the table. We’re going to eat, and wash your hands, now.” She says sternly, earning a nod from Ken as he puts the picture back inside.

“Go on.” Uncle Ben motions him to move, Ken nods, taking the hint as he walks away. As soon as his figure disappears, uncle ben looks at aunt Mina, a hand falling over her mouth as she looked in disbelief. “Oh dear..” She mutters.

Kenji was in his room, opening the briefcase as he placed the things outside, on the floor, all organized. Pictures, coins, scientific calculator, pens, were all scattered there, even his dad’s ID with the name “ULTRA” printed on the top. Kenji’s eyes slowly move towards the eyeglasses’ case, hand moving to get it.

He pulls out the glasses from its case, staring at it longingly as he remembered his father wearing them.

He slowly walks over to the bathroom, blinking as if to get ready to put on the graded glasses, even if he already had perfect vision. He slowly put it on his face, closing his eyes and opening them as he tries to adjust at the change of view. He slowly looks at the mirror, trying to adjust to his new look. He flashes a smile, poses, and even adjusts his glasses to look cool.

He takes them off, putting it on his shirt as he went back to his room, sitting down on the carpet floor as he grabs his father’s ID. Suddenly a memory flashes in his mind.

“Ken, I need you to be good.” Hayao, pats his son’s shoulder gently. Little Kenji looked taken a back, looking down then back up to his father who was kneeling on his level. “Dad, you’re leaving me?” He said with a voice that almost cracked, his father gently smiles, trying to cheer his son up.

“Just for a little while, Kenji. Your mother and I have something to do, it’s very important.”

Kenji shakes his thoughts off, still staring intently at the ID. He bites his lip, his eyes landing on the word “ULTRA” again, making him sigh as he placed the ID down, grabbing the briefcase that was laid at the center of the floor.

He starts observing it, moving it from side to side. He opens the briefcase again, putting his hand inside as he searches for more, maybe he missed something. He groans, turning the bag to the back as he opens the zipper. And he was right, he did miss something.

He slowly moves his finger from the start to the end of the zipper. His finger gently moves across as it stops in the end, flicking it as the part of the border opened. He finds a folder.

Before he lets it out fully, he quickly stands up a bit to close the door and clicks a device that he created which locks his door. He then sat back down, grabbing the folder like notebook and opening it.

He traces his fingers softly against the paper, eyebrows furrowing as he bites his lip, studying the notes and equations his father had written down. “What the heck, dad? You’re some genius..” He mutters, still studying the writings intently. His eyes falls to a sentence, an equation at the bottom of the paper, with the title “ØØ Decay Rate Algorithm.” He mutters the words written. “Zero, zero, decay rate algorithm.”

Suddenly his thoughts were cut off as someone knocks on the door, making him rush to keep the things out of the way. “Wait! One sec.” He says while moving it around. He finally sits back at his chair, placing his arms on the desk as he moves his hand around the computer. “You can come in now.” He replies, moving his long fingers around the mouse.

Uncle Ben looks at him, hand on the door knob. “You okay, Ken?” Kenji nods, “Oh, yeah I’m okay. What’s up?” Ken nods his head, acting cool. Uncle Ben raises a brow, his eyes falling to the glasses hanging on his shirt. “Is that..?” Before uncle Ben could further ask, Kenji puts the glasses on, blinking once in a while to try and adjust to the grade again.

“Yeah, it’s dad’s.” Uncle Ben smiles, giving him a nod, “Well, you look just like Hayao.” Kenji gives a small smile at the comment, “Can I come in?” Kenji nods at his uncle’s request.

Uncle Ben nods, closing the door behind him as he grabs a rubik’s cube from Kenji’s desk as he walks. “Well, uhm.. Listen.” He starts. “I don’t have much education. You know that, Ken.” Uncle Ben, sits down on his bed, fidgeting with the rubik’s cube as Kenji turns his head to look at him.

“Like, damn, I stopped being able to help with your homework when you were ten. Don’t even mention the fact that I don’t know how baseball works.” He sighs, “What I’m trying to say is, I know it’s been rough for you without your dad.” He looks at Kenji, who had looked down. “And I know we don’t talk much about them.”

“No, uncle it’s all right.”

“No, it’s not all right, Ken. I know that. I wish I could change it, but I can’t.” He sighs.

“Onda Hakase.” Kenji’s uncle said, making Ken look at him seriously and with curiosity. “That’s the name of the guy in the picture with your dad. They worked together for years and they were close. But after that night we never saw him again. He never called.” Kenji felt shock as he takes in the information, but hiding it with a nod.

“Not once.” Uncle Ben nods back, looking down at the rubik’s cube, “Go figure.” He mutters, looking back up again, his eyes trail to the computer, with a picture of you. “She’s pretty.” He points his head to the picture making Kenji’s smile falter as he turns his head back to the monitor. It was a photo of [Name], the one he had taken when she was so serious into reading that book. Kenji felt his face heat up slightly, feeling embarrassed that he was caught with his monitor screen with you on it.

“Uncle Ben.” Kenji calls out before his uncle was about to leave, “You’re a pretty great dad.” He smiles, making uncle Ben feel a pang of warmth engulfing his heart at the comment.

It was a few seconds after uncle Ben had left, Ken staring at the monitor screen, it was still you on it. He places his chin on his hand, his elbow resting on his desk as he zooms in into the book you were reading. “All about Kaijus.” He snorts as he mutters out the title of the book, raising a brow. He had sworn he heard that name before, it just wasn’t clear to him anymore.

His eyes slowly move to your face, observing your features. The background didn’t matter to him at all, he was just starstruck at the sight of you. He quickly snaps his thoughts off, moving his mouse to move the tab to the side and search the internet.

He remembers the name of the guy that his uncle mentioned, swiftly typing on his keyboard. “Hayao Sato and Onda Hakase.” He quickly clicks on a link after it popped up, his eyes slightly widening as he reads.

“𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭?”

His father and Onda Hakase were beside each other, a picture also displayed on the screen as he continued to scroll relentlessly. Pictures were shown. “𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨.” His eyes slightly widened, knowing that his parents had already died wasn’t such a shock to him, it was just a really bad memory.

He searches again, “Dr. Onda Hasake.” Tapping on another link that says, “A World Without Weakness.” His eyes slowly scan Dr. Onda’s statement, tapping into even more links to get more information as he studies all of them. His eyes then slowly fall into an Intern Enrollment, which was now closed. His cursor slowly move to the picture of a building, the ULTRA.

He furrows his brows as he continued to do a little more research on it, making a plan to meet Dr. Onda. He sighs, exiting the tab and seeing the picture of you in his screen again. He smiles, “Uncle Ben’s right.” He turns his attention back to his plan, sighing.

This is just the start.

Hi lovies! I know what you’re thinking about, there’s less interaction of reader and ken together here but the next part will take a big turn👀 Just wanted to make y’all wait ‘cause patience is a must (or I just like playin’ with y’all.) I’m working on two stories, (one that pays up and this one on tumblr!) So sorry if I haven’t reached your expectations this time..😞

Thank you so much for the support and being patient. I’ve been busy lately, with much love 💕

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