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wrttenbyhan · 15 days ago

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geek gets the girl

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :

popular girl!fem reader x geek/spiderman!han jisung

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :

hey! my requests are officially open! you can ask me anything too!

you were the popular girl of seoul high school. cheerleader, friends with everyone, you had the whole package. han, on the other hand, was a total geek. he always carried a massive pile of educational books and read them during breaks and lunches. and because he was so nerdy, people would always pick on him.

but he had a secret that nobody knew. by day, he was just your regular nerd, but by night, han was no other than seoul's highly praised hero spiderman. he chose not to tell anyone about his secret persona, and to keep anonymous with his iconic mask.

today, you strutted into class with confidence, and your biology teacher paired you up with han to do a written project. upset that you weren't grouped up with your friends, you sat next to han. he smiles at you and waves. sure, he was a nerd. but this nerd was cute. well, anyhow, you needed to focus on your work.

“so,”

han mumbled, clearly nervous as hell to be working with the it girl of the school,

“we should probably start by planning the work before we write anything down.”

you nod, your bangs falling in front of your eyes, before flashing a smile. he smiled softly, glancing up from his notes to look at you. he seemed so nervous, and your presence was only making him more on edge.

“so i was thinking, since our topic’s on the human brain,”

he questioned, flipping through some pages of his notes to find the right one,

“we could start with writing down the different sections of the brain, and then describe what each section does?”

he offers, already writing down a few ideas with his pen. you were already getting quite bored, not being with your friends and all. you try and hold back a yawn, while replying,

“uh, yeah, sure..”

he looks up at you for a moment, noticing the lack of enthusiasm you had for the topic, and he frowns for a moment. why were you so dismissive? he tried not to let it bother him, and goes back to the task at hand instead.

“should we split the work in half? i’ll do half of the brain, and you do the other half?”

you weren’t really listening, since you were too busy daydreaming about spiderman, so you just nod in response, not really knowing what han said.

he noted at that moment that it was near impossible to get a conversation out of you since you were so dismissive, and it kind of bothered him. but he didn’t want to press on about it, so he just keeps quiet.

“alright. i’ll start with… the cerebrum,”

he says, starting to write down notes. you jolt up, confused as hell on what that was.

“the what now?”

he pauses at your question, his pen hovering midair. he blinks for a moment, a little surprised that you didn’t know what it was.

“...the cerebrum,”

he explained,

“it’s the largest part of the brain.”

you chuckle,

“o-oh, i knew that..!”

han raised his eyebrow slightly at your response, but decided not to question it. he continued jotting down notes instead.

“right…”

he starts writing again,

“anyways, the cerebrum is responsible for processing sensory information, and it controls things like… the central nervous system, motor functions.“

you didn't really want him to blabber on about some random part of the brain, so you swiftly replied,

“okay, well, i’m gonna do the frontal lobe.”

he nods, still a little bit confused at your lack of knowledge in biology. he was well-aware that you weren’t the brightest in academics, but seriously, you don’t know what the cerebrum is? he pushes that thought aside, and continues to take notes for his half.

after a moment, he glances at your notes on the frontal lobe.

“you know the difference between the frontal lobe and the occipital lobe, right?”

“what’s the occipital lobe..?”

he almost facepalmed, but he managed to hold himself back. how don’t you know what any of these are?

he rubs his temples and explains as he takes notes.

“the occipital… it’s the part of the brain responsible for visual processing. the frontal lobe makes decisions, controls voluntary behaviour, and manages emotions.”

you nod, finally remembering (not) what the difference between the two lobes were.

“ah, that thing!”

han almost let out another sigh. he was seriously so confused about why you don’t know this stuff. it’s basic knowledge. he went back to taking notes after that, trying to ignore your lack of intellectuality.

as you wrote, your hand bumped into han’s. his notes screech to a halt the second your hand touched his. he froze in place for a second in surprise, and his gaze drifted to your hand that was so lightly touching his. he almost forgot how to breathe for a moment.

he glanced down at your hand, and then at himself. his face was flushed a light red, now incredibly flustered at the feeling of your hand. he tried to focus on taking notes but with your hand so close to his, it was proving to be a struggle.

after a few moments of awkward tension between the two of you, his notes are still at a stand-still. his hands trembled a bit from the fact he was barely even focusing on his notes. he couldn’t help but constantly steal glances at your hand that was still lightly touching his, trying so hard to keep his composure in check.

eventually, your hand moved away, since you had to move onto the next page of your notebook. han can’t say that he wasn’t disappointed when your hand moved away. he almost wanted to reach out and grab your hand back, but he’s able to hold himself back. taking the deep breath, he tries to focus on his notes again, but that’s proving to be.. difficult.

“han?”

he was snapped out of his thoughts, and he looks up at you upon hearing his name.

“yeah?”

“does this make sense?”

you ask, showing him your work so far. he blinks, and looks over at the notes you took for the frontal lobe. after examining them for a moment, he nods softly.

“yeah, it makes sense. good job.”

hearing him praise you made you feel some sort of accomplishment, so you give him a big smile and keep writing, now in the right mindset to work.

han smiled softly, and he felt his cheeks heating up once more as he looked at your face. just looking at you was enough to leave his heart pounding like crazy. he pushed his notes aside, trying to compose himself.

“…anytime.”

he continues to look at you as you return to your work, admiring your face and your dedication. he could barely focus on his work anymore, his mind completely occupied with you. he lets out a soft sigh, and runs a hand through his hair, not realising that he was still so deeply flustered. he glances at you again, stealing a quick moment to take in all of your facial features. you were so damn cute.

at the end of class, and since it was last period, you decide to ask han,

“hey um.. do you want to come to my house for us to finish our work? or maybe we could go to yours?”

he almost forgot how to take a damn breath at the question. did you really just ask him to come to your house? he nods almost immediately, and replies almost too enthusiastically.

“uh, sure. we can go to my house if you want! my pleasure!”

you nod and he nodded as well, still trying to process the fact that you were going to be coming to his house. he began to pack up his stuff, and once he was done, he glanced over at you.

“ready to go?”

“yep!”

he grinned, and hoisted his bag over his shoulder.

“alright. let's go, then.”

he got up from his desk, and motioned for you to follow him.

as the two of you walked side by side, han struggled to keep his composure at the fact that the pretty and popular girl of the school was next to him right now. he kept stealing glances at you every few seconds, admiring your features. he didn't even realise how much time he was wasting just staring at you.

after what seemed like an excruciatingly long walk to han, the house finally came into view. he paused when they got in front of it and looked at you.

“well, this is my house... you can come in if you want. my parents aren't here, so... yeah.”

“nice house.”

he chuckles at your compliment. he hadn’t expected you of all people to be saying such a thing to him.

“thanks. c’mon, let’s go inside.”

he held the door open for you and he followed in after you, closing the door after him. once the two of you were inside, he turned to you,

“you can take a seat on the couch. i’m just gonna go to my room for a sec and grab something real quick, alright?”

you nodded and settled yourself in, grabbing your backpack and taking out all the things necessary for the project.

once han entered his room, he glanced over to his spiderman suit that was neatly hung up in the wardrobe. he knew he had to hide it so you wouldn’t find it. he was worried you’d find out his identity, so he tried to hide it between his regular-day clothes.

after that, he took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. he made his way out of the room and into the living room, where you were sitting on the sofa. he smiled when he saw you and walked over to sit next to you.

after a long while of working on the project, you hear a blood-curdling scream. you look at han and he snaps out of his thoughts and frowns in concern, hearing the screams from outside.

“what the..?”

he looks over at the window, trying to see what was causing those noises. you sigh and tap him on the shoulder,

“hey, it’s okay, spiderman will save them.”

he freezes for a second, hearing you mention the name of his alter ego like that. he almost panics for a moment, but he quickly composes himself and looks at you.

“yeah.. right, he can handle it.”

he tries to sound casual, but inside he was absolutely losing his mind, since he was spiderman.

han heard the scream again, and he could tell that whoever was screaming definitely needed help. he looked at you, and internally panicked. what should he do? he couldn’t just leave you here on your own, but he had to go help. he made a split second decision and got up from the sofa.

“uh, i gotta go check on something real quick. i’ll be right back, alright?”

“sure!”

he rushed out the room and into his room, and shut the door.

“oh god, oh god, oh god..”

he muttered to himself, frantically opening the wardrobe to grab his spiderman suit. he changed into the suit as quickly as possible, putting on the mask and everything within a flash.

he rushed out of his room and quickly opened the window in the hallway, slipping out and onto the fire escape. he quickly swung out into the streets, heading toward the location of the screaming.

he swung along the rooftops, desperately trying to find the source of the screaming. the closer he got, the more he could hear the screams becoming more desperate and urgent. panic coursed through him at the thought of what might be happening to whoever needed help.

he finally spotted the scene, and his heart sank when he saw a woman being attacked by a group of men. adrenaline pumping through his veins, he gets down from the rooftop and lands in an alleyway, facing the thugs who were surrounding the poor woman.

he takes down the thugs without breaking a sweat, effortlessly dodging their punches and kicks. the thugs were no match for him, and eventually, they were all unconscious on the ground. he was breathing heavily from the adrenaline, but he could feel a wave a relief wash over him that he saved the woman in time.

“thank you, kind sir,”

the woman mumbles. han, or should i say spiderman, smiled softly behind the mask, and bowed his head to the woman in acknowledgment of her thanks. he made sure that she was alright before he turned away and swung back up to the rooftops once more.

he slipped in through the window and into his room, taking his mask off and letting out a huge sigh of relief. he changed out of his suit and back into his normal clothes, trying to calm his racing heart. that was way too close, way too close.

you were getting extremely worried. what was han doing in there? was he okay? so you called out,

“han? are you okay?”

he paused, and looked up when he hears you call out to him. he takes a moment to compose himself before responding, trying to keep his voice casual.

“y-yeah, i’m fine. why do you ask?”

“you’ve been in there for a while now.”

he rubs the back or his neck awkwardly, trying to come up with a quick excuse. he can’t tell you the fact that he just fought some bad guys in an alleyway..

“ah, yeah. i just needed to… use the bathroom. that’s all. heh..”

“oh, okay.”

he smiled weakly, hoping you’d bought the excuse. he felt a pang of guilt, lying to you so quickly and easily like that. he shook it off though, as he doesn’t have any choice but to keep this a secret from you. he walked back into the living room.

“anyway, sorry about that. let’s get back to work, yeah?”

“hey, can i borrow a pen from your room? mine ran out.”

he nodded at your request, he still felt nervous about what you might potentially find if he lets you go into his room on your own.

“sure, you can go in there and grab a pen. they’re in the first drawer in my desk.”

han watched as you got up and walked over to his room, and he immediately panics. what if you found his suit? that was the one thing he absolutely could not let you see. he tried to stay calm and casually watch you go into his room, internally praying that you wouldn’t look in the wrong places.

as you entered han’s room, the first thing your eyes landed on was the spiderman suit that was not-so neatly spread out over the bed. you freeze in your tracks, confusion and curiosity filling your mind.

“what the hell?”

your reaction had han jolted up from the sofa and rushing into his room to see what you were looking at. his face paled when he sees you looking at the suit, his heart dropping to his stomach at the thought of you discovering his secret.

but to his surprise, you say,

“you like to cosplay?”

he panics, desperately trying to think of an explanation for having a fully functional spiderman suit sitting on his bed.

“u-um, yeah! yeah, i like to cosplay...”

“cool.”

you say, before getting a pen out of han’s drawer. he let out a sigh of relief internally, glad that you seemed to have accepted the explanation so easily. he watched as you grabbed a pen from the drawer, and he slowly relaxed a bit at that fact you didn’t question it any further.

but suddenly, his spidey senses went off right before you even dropped the pen, and immediately he turned his head to you and caught the pen in an instant before it fell to the ground. he hands you the pen and you mumble,

“that was fast..”

he laughed awkwardly, still trying to keep up his composure in front of you. he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly,

“y-yeah, i just... have good reflexes, i guess.”

he could see the suspicion slowly beginning to form in your expression, and he mentally panicked even more. he was trying so hard to keep his cool and act normal, but it was getting harder with each passing second. he had to think of something quick before you started asking too many questions, but it was too late.

“where’d you buy this costume?”

you ask, crossing your arms, making han feel like he was being interrogated. he was caught off guard by your question, and he stutters for a moment, trying to come up with a plausible answer.

“u-uh, i ordered it online. it was really expensive, but it's... top quality, y’know?”

you pressed on further,

“what store?”

he hesitated momentarily, racking his brain for a possible answer. he couldn’t tell you the truth, that’s for sure. so he blurted out the first retail store name that came to mind at that moment.

“uh, amazon. yeah, i got it on amazon.”

this time, you stay in silence. han let out a soft sigh of relief, internally thankful that you seemed to have accepted his answer without any doubt. he gave you an awkward smile, still trying to act nonchalant.

“yeah, so uh, you got the pen. i guess we should get back to studying, huh?”

“but not even amazon has such good quality like this,”

you say. han’s heart dropped at your reply, and he curses himself internally for picking such a bad lie. he's starting to panic even more now, trying desperately to come up with another excuse.

“uh, well... i, y'know... customized it a bit. yeah, i bought the base costume and then made some adjustments myself.”

as you stared longer, you noticed a few clumps of what seemed like spider webs on the fingers of the so-called costume, just like spiderman’s web.

“is that spider web on the fingers?”

damn. you noticed that little detail. he nodded in response, still trying to sound as casual as possible.

“yeah, i put that on there myself. it makes the costume look more realistic, y’know?”

even more suspicious, you raised your eyebrow. sure, han was always a bit nervous at times, but he was practically sweating at this point.

“are you.. who i think you are?”

his heart stopped, and he felt a wave of panic shoot through him at your question. he knew there was no way he could deny it now, not after everything that just happened. he hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly, his face pale with anxiety.

“y-yeah... i’m..”

he took a deep breath and spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“...i’m spiderman.”

he stood there in silence after confessing his secret, waiting for your reaction. his heart was pounding so hard that he could hear the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. he was terrified of what you might think of him now that you know the truth.

“you know,”

you say, getting confident now,

“i’ve always had a crush on spiderman, so i guess i have a crush on you now.”

his heart fluttered at your confession, and he blushed heavily as he processed your words. he couldn’t believe that you’re not just accepting his secret, but also admitting to having a crush on him.

“y-you... you’re not joking, right? this isn’t a prank or something?”

“you are so cute~”

his cheeks turned into an even deeper shade of red at your comment, and he felt a rush of emotions coursing through him. no one had ever called him cute before, especially not after knowing he was spiderman.

“you... you think i’m cute? really?”

han’s head snapped towards the sound of a window crashing, and his eyes widened with alarm. he instinctively put a hand on your arm, his expression turning serious.

“stay here. i need to check what that was.”

he quickly slipped into his spiderman suit, his mind focused on the situation at hand. he can’t help but feel worried about leaving you alone, but he shakes off the thought, knowing that he has a job to do.

he rushed out of his room and towards the source of the crash, his senses on high alert. he arrived at the scene in a matter of seconds, seeing that it was the result of a break in. the window was smashed open, glass scattered on the floor.

the intruder was caught off guard, and they turned around to face him. their eyes widened in surprise when they see the sight of spiderman in front of them. they quickly try to compose themselves and raise their hands in a surrendering gesture.

“i just... i was just looking for some money. i don’t want any trouble, i swear.”

han narrowed his eyes, not trusting a word the intruder says. he knew better than to let them off easily.

“yeah, right. i’ve heard that excuse before. what's your real motive here?”

the intruder tries to bolt out of the door, but han's quick reflexes and webbing stops him in his tracks. they look up to see spider-man hanging upside down on the roof, a smirk on his face.

“going somewhere?”

the intruder tries to break free from the webbing, but it's no use. they’re completely trapped.

“shit.. let me go, man! come on!”

han tsked at them, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“nope, not happening. you’re not going anywhere until the cops get here.”

the intruder panicked when they heard the mention of cops, trying even harder to break free from the webbing.

“no no no, please don’t call the cops, man. i’ll do anything, please!”

he watched as the cops take away the intruder, feeling a sense of satisfaction that justice has been served. he turns his attention back to his surroundings, making sure everything is now safe and secure.

he glanced up towards his bedroom window and sees you standing there, watching him.

he chuckled softly as you came down to the porch, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of you being so close to him. he was still hanging upside down from the webbing, his eyes locked onto yours.

“you know, most people would be scared to approach me while i’m hanging upside down like this.”

you don’t know who or what possessed you to do so, but you kissed him, hard and deep, and full of passion.

han’s eyes widened in surprise as you kissed him, his heart skipping multiple beats at the unexpected action. the feeling of your lips on his was electric, and he completely forgets about being upside down for a moment. he kisses you back, his hand instinctively moving to your waist to pull you closer, the other still gripping the webbing.

he broke away from the kiss, panting slightly as he looked into your eyes. he couldn’t believe what just happened, and his cheeks were flushed with a mix of excitement and surprise.

“gosh... you... you really just did that.”

but you weren’t done with him yet. you tore the mask off of his face and kissed him yet again. he let out a soft gasp as you did so, his heart pounding in his chest. he was completely lost in the moment, his senses overwhelmed by the feeling of your lips on his again. he kissed you back hungrily, landing on the ground with a whoosh before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you even closer to him.

he couldn’t believe that this was happening, that you were actually kissing him like this. his mind was racing with a million thoughts, but none of them matter at the moment. all that mattered was the feeling of your lips on his, the warmth of your body against his.

after a while, han reluctantly pulled away, his and your lips were bruised as hell. han whispers,

"don’t you think it’s weird that i’m spiderman? or.. i don't know, too much to handle?”

“no, it’s cool.”

he let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. he was expecting a lot of different reactions, but this was definitely not one of them.

“i’m... i’m glad. i was kinda worried you’d be freaked out, or think i’m a total freak for being spiderman.”

“it’s still kind of strange how you’re completely different at school.”

he chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“yeah, well, sometimes the really hot girl needs to know that the really geeky guy.. isn’t just a geeky guy.”

you chuckled,

“you’re calling me really hot now, huh?”

he blushed slightly at his own words, realizing what he just said.

“m-maybe i did..”

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neatwhiskeyplaguedoctor · 10 months ago

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Can you please do a Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair x Male Reader imagine? Where Reader is from a popular family of hybrids and tribrids, where Reader is a Vampire, a Witch and a Shapeshifter. And the three of them became roommates temporarily because there were no more available rooms for him in the boys' dormitory.

Tri-problem (Male)

Art by TanyaF2022 on X/Twitter.

You sigh as you feel the bumps of the road as the family chauffeur, Jack drives you to Nevermore Academy. You pull out your phone and start swiping on Instagram to see all your "friends" stories and whatnot. Rolling your eyes you start to block them all one by one. "Are you okay young sir?" Jack asks as he looks at you in the rearview mirror. "I told you to call me Y/N," you said annoyed. "But if you must know I'm just annoyed. Why am I being punished for something that my parents agree was the right action?" "Well, I doubt the school board was happy to hear you almost ended the life of your classmate," Jack said causing you to roll your eyes. "Please. No one would've missed him. He deserved it. He assaulted Normies to feed his ego. There is no excuse for that." "Yes, but you decided to, hex him, suck out almost two liters of his blood, and shapeshifted into a silverback gorilla to break both his arms," Jack said flatly. "And?" You said as if it wasn't a big deal. Jack just sighed.

"Well Mister L/N your father had informed me of your... predicament," Larissa Weems, the principal of Nevermore said as you sat across from her. "We have had your uniform custom made as your family requested but... I- uh..." she stumbled over her words causing you to raise an eyebrow. "We have no space in the boy's dormitory... and well... since you have no family in Jericho... I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the girls dormitory..." "You gotta be kidding me..."

She was indeed not kidding... here you were... standing in front of a dorm in Ophelia Hall... "Fuck my life..." You sigh and knock. Not like you had a choice all your stuff was there... "Enid. The door," you heard a flat cold muffled voice on the other side of the door "Coming~" you heard a second, sweeter warmer muffled voice. Soon the door was opened. "Hello...~ oh- I don't think I know you... have I seen around?" The girl asked her wide smile which showed off her sharp canines never faltering. She was about 5'2, had fair skin, rosy cheeks, pale blue eyes, blond hair with pink and blue tips, a pink sweater with white and maroon diamonds, a maroon skirt, and white thigh-high socks. You see that inside the dorm another girl was sitting at a desk writing in a typewriter. She had pale skin, black hair that was tied into two even braids, anthracite eyes, and a blank yet focused expression. She wore a pair of black boots, black jeans that went over the boots, a black shirt with white stripes that were slightly above her belly button, a black shirt with Ghostface on it that was the same length as the undershirt, a black vest, and a pair of black fingerless gloves. Before you were able to answer the blond girl's question, the ravenette turned and looked at you, her cold piercing gaze locked with your gaze as she spoke. "Y/N L/N. Correct?" Her voice was cold and monotone. "...Y-Yeah..." You mumble as the blonde's expression lit up. "You're our new roomie!" She exclaimed grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Now inside you, we're able to see the room clearer. It was split in half, the spider web window was only halfway filled with color on, what you assume is the blonde's side, the other side had no color and was just normal glass with no tint. The blonde's side of the room was very colorful. Her bed frame was white and her blanket was splattered with multiple colors, her bed was on top of a puzzle-like rug with each piece being colored differently, ribbons were hanging from the ceiling, and a desk littered with notebooks, markers, pens, etc. A bean bag chair, posters, and so much more. The ravenette's side was the complete opposite. There was a lamp, a black cello, a black sheet music stand, a desk with a black typewriter, a black bed, and a black leather chair. All your stuff was neatly set in a corner of the room. The blonde let go of her hand as she looked at you her grin somehow wider. "My name is Enid Sinclair! I'm a Fur, AKA a werewolf! Nice to meet you roomie!" Enid said excitingly as she went to the ravenette and grabbed her cheeks making her look at you. "This is Wednesday Addams! She may look gloomy but she's a softie!" Enid exclaimed before Wednesday leaned away scowling. "...Nice to meet two..." You mumbled. "So~," Enid said as she leaned closer to you so close you could feel her breath on your face. "What are you? Fur, Scales, Fangs, Psychic, or something else?" She asked curiously. "Personal space Enid," Wednesday reprimanded her from her chair causing Enid to lean back pouting muttering "I was just asking..." under her breath. "I'm a tribrid... I'm part Vampire, Witch, and Shapeshifter," You explained as Wednesday stood from her typewriter. "Your family is known for that are they not?" Wednesday asked rhetorical. "Your family is known for giving birth to Hybrids and Tribrids," She said monotone with her cold expression. "Yeah... they are," you said as Wednesday nodded. "Weems had informed us of your... incident. Try to behave yourself," Wednesday said as she headed for the door. "Unpack and try not to make a mess of things," she said before leaving. "She always like that?" You ask. "Pretty much," replies Enid.

As the next two weeks passed you got accustomed to living with the two. You found out that Enid would try and snoop when you were on your phone or laptop to find something to put on her blog. When you caught her she blushed and turned away but after that day she would randomly ask to things, favorite color, would you rathers, song taste, etc. You got used to "Addams schedule," as Enid calls it. Basically when she did her writing when she wanted to be left alone, when she would leave for coffee, etc.

As time went on Wednesday had admitted she got used to your presence and even let you watch her write. Yoko, a fellow vampire and friend of Enid said that most Vamipres have a calming presence around them. Ironic. So since Wednesday hadn't really spent a prolonged time near vampires she was getting a heavy dose of it.

Enid on the other hand would paint your nails, do your hair, take you on friend dates, etc. You would talk to her about werewolf stuff, since you had cousins who were part werewolf you could relate in some aspects. After five months of living with the roommates, Weems came to visit.

"Hello girls, and Mr. L/N." "Yo," you did a two-finger salute from Enid's bed, your head in her lap as she dyed the tips of your hair. "I have news, one of the boys has moved out of his dorm as his parents found a suitable house in Jericho, so that means that Mr. L/N here will finally be moving to the boys' dorm. Fun!" Weems said with a smile but Enid stood up causing your head to fall onto the mattress. "What!? B-but he can't- I mean-," Enid stammered but Wednesday spoke I'm her usual monotone and cold tone. "What Enid is trying to say is we don't wish for Y/N's leave. He's been here for six months now. We have grown attached. So much so," Wednesday said as she stood from her desk and walked over to you, who had sat up. She cupped your face, causing you to raise an eyebrow, she then leaned down and kissed you softly. Her hands were cold to the touch. Her lips were soft and plush and tasted like coffee. Wednesday soon pulled away and looked at Weems. "We've started a polygamous relationship," She said as she looked at Enid who was blushing. Enid quickly walked over to you and kissed you as well. She was nervous, unlike Wednesday. Her lips were warm and soft. They also tasted like milk tea. Weems blinked a few times at this action. "W-well... this certainly complicated things..." she said as she looked at you. "I will... talk to your mother... see what she says about this...," She spoke before leaving. You were flustered and confused. The room was silent for a few seconds before Wednesday spoke. "I have him Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We share Sunday." "T-that works..." Enid mumbled. "The fuck just happened?" You ask as Wednesday rolls her eyes. "You just got two girlfriends."

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call-me-strega · 1 year ago

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Dc x Dp Prompt # 12: Wanna Help Me Win a Bet?

So our scene opens with an older team Phantom (Everlasting trio, Jazz, Val, and Dani) at a bar/club of some sort in New York. They're all catching up on how their lives are going (college, work, internships, milestones, travels, wacky happenings, etc.). Somehow the topic shifts to romantic relationships and the gang begins ribbing Danny for his awkward teen romances. He was an absolute disaster at flirting even if his exes found it charming at the time. It's all good-natured and fun.

Then Danny's like "Hey well least I've improved now" which earns him an eyebrow raise or two. The gang goes "Oh yeah? Prove it. Bet you 100 bucks you can't get that person's number" *points to an attractive black-haired individual sitting at the bar*. And of course, since Danny isn't one to back down from a bet and has his pride to defend he goes off to flirt with a stranger.

On the flip side, we have a Batfam member (or other black-haired DC character) of your choosing (you already know my fav is Jason) sitting at the bar. Why are they there? Idk maybe it's for a case? Maybe they wanted to meet up with friends outside of Gotham? You decide. Anyways, the point is that their minding their own business when a fairly attractive twunk walks up and starts hitting on them awkwardly. And man, this guy is not smooth in the slightest but he's dorky and awkward and kinda cute. They talk to him a bit, teasing and doing some light flirting back. They aren't taking him too seriously, really they're more amused than anything else.

Finally, the guy kinda just gives up trying to be smooth and sighs. He looks at them with a serious look on his face and goes "Look I'll level with you, my friends over there bet me a 100 bucks I wouldn't be able to successfully flirt with you. I'm gonna lean over and whisper in your ear and if you could just agree laugh like I said something witty and give me your number then I'll split the cash with you."

Then he leans over and whispers "Whaddya say, wanna help me win a bet?"

And they let out a genuine laugh and go "You know what? Sure, why not. You're not half-bad and I won't say no to an easy 50" and they grab a napkin, pull a pen out of seemingly nowhere, and give Danny their number (and their Venmo/PayPal/cash app or whatever). They hang out a bit more that night before going their separate ways. A day or two later they get a notification that someone sent them $50 and a message "wanna get coffee/lunch/dinner sometime?"

#dc x dp #danny fenton #team phantom #winning a bet #bad flirting #danny's got that awkward wet cat boy-failure type of rizz but in a good way #pick a ship any ship #my go to is #dead on main #this would also work well with dead silent or brain dead (dead tired?) or whatever kon x danny's ship name is #Strega’s dc x dp prompt

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queer-n-here · 10 months ago

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Hear me out. Ranpo x Sugar daddy!reader

Ranpo has been distracting you working at your office lately and being quite a brat lately. He would complained about you being working too much, purposely touching your body intimately while you work, even sending you videos of him masturbating at your guys shared bedroom just to tease you.

“𝘔!𝘺/𝘯~”

You wanted to punish him for behaving badly.Later..at night time, you saw Ranpo at your guys shared bedroom and you immediately pinned him down to your guys shared bed.

“You think you can tease me all you want huh? I guess it's time for 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚~”

This time, your not going to let him climaxed easily without him begging for you~

(Bonus: You let him buy any candies that he'd like the next day since you felt bad for punishing him)

I leave the rest to you. (Rough sex, praise kink, maybe overstimulation?)

(I have a feeling there's some misspelling words, but hey! English isn't my first language anyway-)

- 💕

Well, well, well... Will you look at that.

Y'all share the same braincell. So here goes!

Also, phew, it's been a shit ton of while since I posted. Hope y'all like it!

Content: Fucking Ranpo cus he was being a brat. (I may or may not have looked over the sugar daddy element that the req asked for, I didn't notice it, sorry!)

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting, praise kink, edging, overstim.

You were so frustrated it was starting to show up on your face even when you didn't want it to.

It was all Ranpo, but the people that ended up taking the brunt of it were your employees.

I mean, just look at what he did last week. You were working from home that day, head buried in files and paperwork that made an ache develop between your eyes.

Ranpo entered your study, coming over to stand beside your chair as you worked, making you look up to pass him a tired smile.

When you looked up, you saw a mischievous glint in his eyes. Your mind was preoccupied, however, so you did not pay it much attention. Ranpo lounged around the study while you worked away, the scribbling of your pen the only sound for a while. Then, he walked closer to you, and you let him plant himself on your lap, snuggling into the crook of your neck, making you smile.

Soon enough, however, you found out that Ranpo's intention was nothing wholesome. His hands started roaming, first only resorting to massaging your shoulder slightly, then moving lower. He caressed your chest through your shirt, then moved lower still to your torso, rubbing the hard abs through your clothes. His hands were wicked like the devil, and soon you felt him palm your dick through your pants.

The sudden contact made your spine stiffen, and you shot Ranpo a half-annoyed, half-aroused look.

He nuzzled into your neck, planting small kisses along the skin there as his hand rubbed slowly, and soon your pants were straining against the boner that he'd caused.

"Ranpo," Your voice was thick with arousal and you'd long abandoned the thought of work. "Do you wanna do it, baby?"

He smirked against your jaw, and you mirrored the action. Just as you were going to lift him from your lap and place him into the table, however, your phone rang.

Mr. Yaho. An important client.

Not as important as the situation at hand, though. But in the split second that you'd taken your eyes off Ranpo to check who was calling, he'd managed to slip away from your grasp.

"I see you're busy, [Name]." He said, visibly suppressing a grin. "I'll come visit later, then."

And before you could stop him, he turned on his heels and left you alone with your raging boner.

But that wasn't even the worst of it. You managed to calm yourself and take the call, that was fine. You were fine. But then your client wanted to hold an emergency meeting (that dramatic little-) so you had to rush to your office.

And during the meeting, Ranpo truly pushed his limits.

Your phone dinged, and you saw your lock screen flash with Ranpo's name on it, so you decided to check if he needed something. When you opened the message, though, you saw that it was a video.

You looked up. Your client's representative was talking, gesturing vaguely to the powerpoint presentation he had prepared. You lowered down the volume of your phone, and hit play on the video.

And were you glad you did.

The video showed you and Ranpo's shared bed, basking in the sunlight from the window next to it. But that wasn't all. Sitting on the bed was the love of your life, legs spread wide open and pressing a dildo deeper and deeper into his ass.

He made eye contact with you, with the camera, and even though the volume was down, you could tell from the way Ranpo's mouth had fallen open that he was moaning.

Your pants were suddenly suffocatingly tight.

You were in a meeting room, surrounded by people of your company, and that of another, supposedly listening to the other party's proposal about something that wasn't even important enough to remember anymore. And your lover had sent you a video of him masturbating.

You wanted to close the video and shut your phone, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen.

Ranpo pushed the dildo in deeper, and, throwing his head back to reveal his gorgeous neck that he knew you were obsessed with, he said something.

You read his lips without even meaning to.

"Fuck me harder, [Name]!"

"Mr. [Last Name]?" Someone called, and your head snapped up in surprise.

The entire meeting room was looking at you.

"Well," You shut your phone and placed it screen-down on the table, pretending as if you hadn't been watching anything scandalous. "The proposal is well-planned, but I fear that our budget might be able to grant us something even better than this. Suppose, if we..."

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When you returned home, the first thing you did was drop your blazer onto the living room floor and rush to find Ranpo.

You found him in the kitchen, and he looked up innocently at you when you walked in.

"Oh, you're back ho-mmh!" You grabbed his face and kissed him roughly.

Ranpo wasn't surprised, not really. But he still acted as if he was, placing his hands against your chest as you stepped closer to him.

"[Name]!" He managed to pull away enough to say. "Wait, didn't you ju-"

And you kissed him again, grabbing his hips and squeezing them, feeling his breath hitch against you so wonderfully

You fucking needed him.

You took him to your shared bedroom, bodily throwing him onto the bed before stripping and climbing on after him.

You grabbed and Ranpo and stripped him, too, tugging at his clothes with so much force you ripped his shirt. Around then, Ranpo had already realized that the consequences of his actions were going to be more... intense than he'd expected.

You leaned down to kiss him, pinning his wrists to the bed and spreading his legs apart. Your movements were hurried and rough, and even though Ranpo wouldn't willingly admit it out loud, he loved every second of being manhandled.

"Fuck, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" You hissed against his mouth, free hand rising to grip his throat and press against his throat, making him whimper. "This is why you were being such a brat."

You could feel Ranpo growing harder and harder against your own arousal, and so you pulled away from his mouth, aligning your tip with his begging hole instead. You plunged in, and he arched his back, a loud moan leaving his lips at the sudden feeling of being stuffed full.

"Hhngh, wait, [Name]!" He said, feigning innocence. "What do you-Ahh!"

You thrusted into him, your hips rolling in that way you knew he liked. Ranpo decided to abandon his pretense, and threw his head back against the bed, hands struggling against your grip to try and find purchase to ground himself. You let them go, placing your hands on his waist instead.

You gained a rhythm, his walls nice and tight around your throbbing cock as you stretched him out on it. The sounds of your coupling were reverberated in the room, sparks of pleasure shooting up your crotch at his warmth around you. You leaned down to kiss and bite at his neck, and he subconsciously moved his head away to give you more room. His pale skin flushed red under your teeth.

"You're such a fucking brat, Ranpo." You said, your movements animalistic and fast, your gaze predatory on Ranpo. "You fucking knew I was in a meeting when you sent that video."

"What- mmph!" He grabbed your shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as you fucked him so good. "What meeting?"

Your eyes flashed with half-annoyance and half-arousal, and you pushed Ranpo's hands away, pinning his knees against his chest to gain more access of his slutty hole.

You found his sweet spot painfully easily, hitting it repeatedly and making him arch his back right off the bed as his eyes widened. He loved this, he loved you, loved the way you fucked him.

His moans had turned into cries, and he was gripping the sheets beneath him so hard you were almost distracted enough to worry whether or not he'd tear them.

"Ff-ffu-" His eyes were tearing up. "I'm gonna... Nngh! I'm gonna come!"

"Not so soon." You ordered, your voice husky amidst your pants. "D'you think I'd let you?"

"Mmh, please," Ranpo was sobbing now, holding his legs apart so you could bully his hole with your cock, rearrange his insides to the shape of it. "Please, please, [Name], please..."

His eyes were growing hazier with each thrust of yours, his chest rising and falling rapidly as your hips bludgeoned into his, your onslaught rapid and destructive. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, not quite drowned out by Ranpo's cries.

"You haven't been good lately, Ranpo." You clicked your tongue, your face holding a fake-sorry expression. "So I don't think I should let you."

He whined, and the tears that were slipping down his face fell down to form puddles on the bed on either side of his face.

"I'll be good from now -hic- please." He let his legs fall and wrapped his arms around your neck. "Please, [Name], I'll be so good, hmmph!"

"Hmm... still not sure, baby." Your cock felt so good, so good. Ranpo was clenching around you so tight trying to please you, it was getting harder to thrust in and out.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, fucked out so dumb the only thing he could think about was the orgasm you weren't letting him experience.

"Please," He whined. "Please, [Name], I'll be a good boy, I'll be so-Nngh! I'll be so good for you, please."

And so you took pity on him.

"Go on then, my pretty boy, such a good slut for me." You murmured in his ears, and he came immediately from the praise.

His body jolted along the bed, cock twitching as he came all over his abdomen, hole clenching so tight you released in him, too, panting and huffing but not slowing down.

His eyes widened impossibly big as he realized you weren't stopping, and more sobs racked his sensitive body as you continued assaulting it.

"[Name]," Ranpo could only whine your name, hands gripping your shoulders so hard he was drawing blood.

"Come on," You smirked, fucking him harder and faster. "You wanted this. Isn't that why you sent that video, hmm?"

And Ranpo could do nothing but whine, nodding pathetically as you fucked him stupid, fucked him till his cock was shooting blanks, till he didn't even have the strength to keep his eyes open, and passed out with you still buried inside of him.

You let him rest, deciding that you'd clean up later, and collapsed next to him, not before pulling out and watching your seed flow out from between his limp legs.

It turned you on all over again, but you simply placed a chaste kiss on Ranpo's forehead, pulled him into your arms, and let sleep take you.

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Bonus: The next day, Ranpo was parading around the hickeys that you'd given him at the supermarket, where you'd taken him to pick out sweets as an apology for how rough you'd been the previous night.

As he turned around to look at you, pointing out another snack that he wanted to try, he passed you another bedazzling smile. You leaned forwards, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, barely aware of the fact that cart you were pushing was already full.

"Whatever you want, baby." You murmured, and Ranpo smiled wider.

"Then, can I buy all the flavors?" He asked, looking at you with the eyes that he knew you couldn't say no to.

"Of course you can."

#dom male reader #top male reader #dom reader #bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bungou stray dogs #sub character #sub character x you #sub ranpo x you #sub ranpo

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magics-neptunes-things · 1 year ago

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Fire and Ice

Hi guys!

Yes I know it's me again! I got a request for a story with Leah, so here is a story with Leah.

I'm open to request btw :)

I hope this story will please you, I tried to stick as much as possible to the way I imagine Leah’s dynamique.

Part 2 is HERE :) and the chapter bonus HERE.

Thanks everyone ♥

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New to Arsenal, you’ve only been part of this team since this summer. You left Bayern Munich at the end of you contract and after some hesitation between different clubs, you finally chose Arsenal. Lyon would have loved to hire you too, but you felt that English football was probably better if you wanted to continue to evolve in your career. You're only 21 and hopefully, many years ahead of you.

You were scared at first to be honest, you know the team had a lot of players who already know themselves. But Lia was particularly welcoming to you, playing the role of a little mother. Frida, who is also your teammate in the Norway team, decided to show you her favorite places in London and Alessia who arrived at the same time as you quickly offered to do the exercises in training together.

In reality, your arrival at Arsenal was very smooth even if some personalities continue to impress you a little. For example Leah, Beth or Katie. As a result, you have very little interactions with them, as Leah’s injury has not helped to create a special bond with her. Even if she was present on the day of your presentation to the rest of the group, wanted to welcome you like the others.

You do, however, enjoy evenings organized by your teammates and you go regularly. Far from your family, you don’t know anyone here and it makes you feel less alone.

So here you are, in Leah's appartment with some of the Arsenal girls. You hesitated to come since Frida wasn't here, but Alessia is and hasn’t given you much choice to do otherwise. Leah was in charge of the cocktails and only gave Lia a smirk when she asked her what she put in it. You took the time to discreetly sniff the mixture before bringing it to your lips, pleasantly surprised by the sweetness of the drink. A little misleading though, because after two or three drinks, getting up to go to the toilet took a little longer than usual.

When you came back, you drop on the couch next to Alessia, trying to get back into the conversation. You became bit uncomfortable when you realize that the discussion has turned on the girls being in couple or those who are not. You are single obviously, finding it particularly difficult to have a long-distance relationship, or with one of your teammates. In the case of a breakup, you were always afraid that it would be too complicated for you to handle.

So you say nothing, hoping that hiding behind your glass will save you from possible questions. You are very naive.

"And you, Y/N? You never mention anyone, I guess you're single?"

Beth’s question makes you grimace and you find yourself nervously biting the edge of your plastic glass before answering a simple "Yes".

"Why that?" asks Beth and you just shrugs.

"We should make her up with someone" Katie decide and you can't help but laugh a little.

"I’m a little demanding about my partner"

"Not a problem"

You roll your eyes before taking a new sip of your drink, crossing Leah’s gaze. She seems lost in her thoughts, twirling her glass in her hand. Your eyes cross a split second and you hurry to report it to Katie when she speaks again.

"We should make you profil though. Like in a dating app"

"OMG yes, I going to take something to write!"

Alessia chuckles next to you and you can't help but smile too. You don’t really take this seriously, given everyone’s blood alcohol levels, you’re sure that half of this evening will be forgotten by tomorrow morning. So you decide to play the game with a smile.

"Ok, first question" Beth begin with a notepad and a pen. "What is your house in Hogwarts?"

"How is that even a question?" Katie answers with a disgusting face.

"It's not because you don't like Harry Potter than it's the same for everyone, McCabe"

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You let the two girls ask you questions for twenty minutes, ignoring the departure of several of your teammates. Now it’s just you, Katie, Lotte, Beth, Leah and Alessia.

"Are you a good kisser?" Beth asked, looking over her sheet.

"How am I even supposed to know that?" you ask, giggling.

"I don't know, it's your kissing skills, not mine."

You roll your eyes before answering.

"I've never received any complaints"

"Does it count?" Katie asked while looking at Beth.

"Not really. Is there anyone in this room who can testify to that?"

"What? No!" you laugh softly.

You, in reality, only have two relationship in your life and both didn't end really well. Football keeping you very busy, you maybe weren't a great girlfriend. But that doesn’t mean your first girlfriend’s infidelity should be excused, in your opinion. Anyway, the next sentence coming from Beth's mouth take you back in the reality.

"Maybe we need a sincere testimony from someone we trust…" Katie said thoughtfully.

"Maybe we can make her kiss someone here, now?" Beth answers with the same tone.

"Excuse me?" you ask with a certain concern.

But the two women didn't seem to give it the slightest care, continuing in their dialogue which makes you slightly think of Dupont and Dupond in Tintin.

"Leah is definitely the most experienced of us, she has a hunt board longer than the number of goals scored by Alexia Putellas at FC Barcelona."

"What the fuck?"

This is the first time of the evening that you hear Leah's voice, who had been content until then to make cocktails and dance in the kitchen with Lia and Caitlin. Both of Beth and Katie laugh at her offended face, finally out of their common monologue.

"Come on Leah, you have to kiss Y/N to help her finding love"

"Don't I have any say in this?" you say softly.

Beth’s gaze makes you realize that you don’t really have much of a say, but it’s especially Leah’s piercing gaze that you feel on you that electrifies you. Leah is a very beautiful woman and you must admit that if you hadn't been teammates, maybe you would have thought of her differently. But there is also her assertive and confident personality that can sometimes confuse you, you who is rather quiet and discreet, you are a bit like fire and ice.

But tonight, your eyes meet a few seconds and for once you don't look away. It's even finally Leah who looks away to look at Beth.

"Ok" Leah answers before getting up "But I'm not doing it in front of everyone. Close all your damn pretty eyes"

They all agreed without saying any word, Alessia swaping place with Leah on the couches. The captain waits patiently for everyone to close their eyes, before looking at you.

"You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, right? You're sure you want to?" she asks softly.

So softly that it surprises you at first. And you almost immediately feel overwhelmed by a wave of guilt, after all you are very well placed to know that Leah knows how to take care of the people around her. She showed it to you several times as captain of her team.

"I am" you simply answer, before adding "And you?"

"Hey don't worry about me. Go on" she gives you a smirk of her own and you smile back.

You feel particularly nervous though, becoming a little aware of the situation you’re in. Leah doesn’t seem particularly drunk, but you’re hoping she won’t be mad at you tomorrow when she realizes things. You wait a few more seconds, detailing her face and eyes looking for a trace of hesitation. But you find nothing and you finally decide to break the physical distance between you two.

Your eyes left hers and you look at her lips for a few moments, certainly looking at them for the first time. It doesn't last long however. Like a second after that, you close your eyes, your lips gently touching hers. At this distance, you can smell her perfume and shampoo. Her lips are soft and have the flavor of the cocktail she has prepared for you all evening.

But that’s not what’s calling you.

What's calling you is the way your whole body seems to react to a simple peck with Leah Williamson.

You feel like every part of your body is burning up and asking for more of Leah’s. And that's scared the shit out of you. That’s why you step back after a few seconds, wide-eyed, looking for an explanation on Leah’s face. But you can’t find anything and you can’t even determine the emotion in her eyes.

"Tell us when you're finished" Katie points.

Of course, you forgot about them. Everything that didn’t concern Leah directly had been completely zapped by your brain.

"Shut up. We haven’t even started"

Leah answers for both of you and you hardly swallow, not at all recovering from the emotions you felt. That you still feel. A second later, Leah grabs your face with both hands before kissing you. You don't lose a second before responding to her kiss, your lips moving together with an ease you have never felt before.

It's easy for you to get lost in this kiss, the sensations mixing so much that you completely lose the notion of things. Your hands slide over Leah’s hips and you find yourself sitting on her, your legs on either side of hers.

That doesn’t seem to bother her though, her tong easily finding access to yours. Your lips only separate for a few seconds, until you get enough air to start your dance again. And again.

You could have sincerely spent the rest of the evening - the night - kissing her, but one of them had to realize that you were going to get the attention of your teammates. It was Leah who put an end to the kiss first, snatching from your embrace as breathless as you. You don’t look away this time either when she looks at you, before gently pushing you away so that you find your original place on the couch.

You could have taken this as a gesture of reject, but the smile and wink she offers you when she gets up seems to be there only to reassure you that it’s not. You follow her with your eyes as she discreetly go behind the couch, leaning on her backrest, above where she was sitting until now.

"How is it possible that it lasts so long?" Alessia wines and you smile when you hear Leah's laugh.

The other girls open their eyes and the surprise appears on almost every face by discovering your positioning.

"Did you really think I was going to kiss someone to please you? Well everyone out now, I need my beauty sleep."

Rolling their eyes or grumbling, your teammates obeyed quickly. After exchanging greetings, you follow Alessia who promised to take you home. Still disturbed by these kisses, you can’t help but turn around while closing the front door hoping to meet Leah’s gaze.

You succeed, while she leaned against the central island of her kitchen. The same look as the one she used to look at you earlier appears on her face, but you can’t study it as long as you would like since you feel Alessia’s hand grab your arm, suddenly eager to find her bed.

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #woso x reader #woso imagine #leah williamson imagine

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surielstea · 1 year ago

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Ballroom Secrets (pt. 11)

Based on this request.

Read pt.I here.

Pairing: Eris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Cassian finds out about readers secret relationship with the High Lord of Autumn.

Warning: Angst | Slight description of depression | hurt/comfort | happy ending

5.6k words

A/N: Sorry this is so long 😭😭 I just really wanted to get the angst right so it got long quick, hope you enjoy! :)

I sat in the sitting room of the river house cuddled up next to Morrigan who was splitting a bottle of wine with me.

"Where'd you get this?" Mor asks, pinching the silk of my new dress between her hands. "Oh I'm not sure, it was a gift." I smile, remembering the way Eris handed it to me for no particular reason other than the fact that he wanted to take it off of me. "From who?" Feyre asks in her own chair, Rhysand standing beside her, leaning against the arm rest. My mouth goes dry.

"It's a male, look at the way she's blushing." Azriel hummed, leaning back against the wall. I cast him a glare but he only returns it with a soft smile. "The same male that gave you this?" Mor points to my neck. "Gave her what?" Cassian perks up from his sprawled out position on the couch, Nesta's feet in his lap. "Yeah, what?" I look to Mor confused. "A hickey." A smirk curves her lips and I slap my hand over where the mark lies.

"By who?" Nesta sits up, gods even she was interested. "No one, I don't know— just some guy." I stumble over my words, cursing myself for my horrible lie. Azriel nearly laughs and rightfully so, his shadows were probably picking up on every nerve that tensed in my body.

"Is that why you've been missing training?" Cassian raised a brow and I can't will the words to leave my mouth. I've always been a horrible liar, Eris has tried to teach me his ways of deceit but it was no use when every time I tried to be quick witted or malevolent it failed miserably and I made a fool of myself. "I've been missing training because you schedule it for the asscrack of dawn." I grumble, half truths however were my forte. Cassian narrows his eyes on me and I swallow thickly. "Oh leave her alone already, let the girl have her fun." Amren speaks up and I silently thank every god I can think of. "Cauldron knows she's had the three of you Illyrians hovering over her shoulder since she was born." The eldest of us finalizes and the conversation thankfully ends there.

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I was in the middle of reading a novel in my bedroom of the river house when a note fluttered down onto my chest, appearing from thin air. A soft smile comes to my lips as I close the book and pick up the note, recognizing the handwriting immediately.

Will you be home soon?

I twist my lips to the side and dwell over the question before flipping on my side to grab a pen from my nightstand. I quickly write back and watch the note disappear from my hands.

I'm waiting for everyone to fall asleep, we're all night owls evidently.

It takes only a minute for him to reply and the words on the paper make me audibly giggle.

Drug them. I miss you, and I'm tired.

Can't sleep without me?

Apparently not. I smile widely at the sentiment. I'll leave soon, just for you.

Soon isn't soon enough

I roll my eyes at his childish impatience but a smile forms over my face as I write out my retort.

Shut your whining up, I'm trying to read

You're so mean to me (I like it)

I don't write back, deciding that if I say anything else he might winnow here himself just to take me back, which wouldn't be good. I opened my book back up but as soon as I was getting back into the story there was a knock at my door. I sigh and use Eris' note as a bookmark before shutting it. "Come in." I call, sitting up.

Cassian enters, taking up the whole entry way as he shuts the door behind him. I smile at my brother as he looks to me with his warm hazel eyes. "I thought you were going to bed?" He creases his brows skeptically and I roll my eyes. "I say that, and then I read my romance novels." I lift up my book and it was his turn to roll his eyes, taking a seat on my bed.

Cassian isn't my brother by blood, but he might as well be. I can't remember a time when he wasn't taking care of me. When he was only seven years old he offered me shelter in his tent. I was six and lost, my parents deserting me, or so I presumed. He tucked me under his wing and shielded me from the rain until arriving back to the tent. He snuck me food from Windhaven and even stole maids clothes off of laundry lines. If it weren't for him I most likely wouldn't be alive today, ever since then he's been particularly protective of me, even towards friends from other courts. I wasn't Illyrian either, but he always said I acted like one. Perhaps that was an insult, but I took it as a compliment.

"What's up?" I shift in my bed so my legs dangle over the side and he's right beside me. "We haven't talked in awhile, I miss you." It was true. It feels like it's been months since it's been just him and I. Realization dawns upon me that all of my free time has gone to Eris, he's my mate sure, but that doesn't mean I want to leave the rest of my family in the past.

"I know. I'm sorry." I lean my head on his shoulder. "I've been busy." I murmur, fiddling with my hands.

"Alright, Who's the lucky guy— or gal, I don't discriminate." He hums and my heart drops. Gods I did not want to expose my relationship with Eris right now. Not ever. "Can we not talk about this right now?" I say, my voice gentle and pleading. "C'mon, you used to tell me everything." He groans and I lift my head from his shoulder, my hands coming to my knees to stop from fidgeting. "This is different." I shrug.

"How so?"

His question is met with silence, I was weighing whether or not I should just kick him out and tell him I'm tired. He'd leave if I asked. But I didn't want him to, just didn't want to talk about this.

"I'd like to meet who's got my sister glowing like this." He bumps my side with his. "Doubt it." I grumble, then curse myself for letting that slip. "What's that supposed to mean?" He snorts a laugh and I look at him nervously, gripping my knees tighter as his smile slowly drops. "I've met him?" He arches a brow and all I can do is slowly nod. Is this it? All that sneaking around summing up to this very moment? "Do I like this guy?" He guesses like this is a game and the health of our friendship isn't in my hands. "Not really, no." I answer honestly, lying is impossible and staying silent will only cause his thoughts to drive him mad.

"Well if he's got you this happy, I'm willing to reevaluate." He shrugs, carefree. He clearly doesn't understand the situation. "It's not that simple." I shake my head, looking away from him and back to my lap. "Talk to me, I won't judge." He reaches over, placing his calloused hand on my clenched ones. "Promise." He gives them a reassuring squeeze. A pit forms in my stomach. My nails dig into the skin of my knees and he understands, pulling his hand away. My eyes widen and I can only pray he doesn't hate me for this.

"Before I tell you, try not to be too mad okay?" I crease my brows, swallowing thickly and looking to him. "Uh, okay?" He looks at me foolishly. "I'm serious." I stress with wide eyes. "Okay, okay, I won't be mad." He promises and I force myself to take a deep breath. This truth that I've been hiding for nearly a year now about to be exposed. All because I forgot to glamour a fucking hickey on my neck. Gods how could I have been so stupid?

I realize the quiet has been dragging on for far too long and that if I don't tell him now I never will.

"Eris."

Silence. He doesn't make a sound and he doesn't move. A weight lifts from my shoulders and for a second it's bliss. "What?" His voice lacks emotion and a new weight envelopes me. Fuck. "Eris is the male I've been secretly seeing." It comes out in a pitiful whisper. "Are you mad?" I was quick to ask, but he doesn't reply for a long moment. Allowing me to think of everything I've done. All that I've risked just to be with my mate, to be happy.

"Please tell me you're talking about another Eris." He tries to remain calm but I can hear it, the quiver of his voice, the clenching of his fists. I shake my head no and I swore I could feel the heat radiating off of him, pure anger. "You promised you wouldn't be mad!" I stand to look at him, a fire in his eyes that is pure rage.

"Well that was before you let that bastard into your bed." He stands and my neck cranes up to keep eye contact, the power dynamics making my legs wobble. Gods I felt useless.

"It's not like that—" I try to defend but he doesn't let me finish. "What? Don't tell me you think he's in love with you?" He scoffs like it's the most improbable thing on the continent. Tears well in my eyes at the idea. "You don't know him." I defend. "I don't want to, for all I know he's probably using you for a good fuck—" He starts. "Stop it." I demand and he clamps his mouth shut. "He's better than you think." I will my voice not to break. "Has he brainwashed you? You can't be serious." He nearly laughed at the idea. I don't say anything, allowing him to get his anger out before I plead my case.

"Or have you forgotten what he's done to Morrigan?" A shutter racks through me and I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes. "That story isn't true." I rasped but I doubt he hears me. I must sound insane to him. "Do you know who his parents are? How you'll be treated if you ever married him?" He goes on but it's not true, none of what he says is true. "You'll be a fucking brood mare, forced to give sons over and over again. Do you understand that?" His hand comes to my shoulders, squeezing tightly. "He's not Beron. We've talked about it, he doesn't even want kids unless I'm willing to give that to him." My words are just above a whisper and he lets go of my shoulders like he's repulsed, as if I hold a virus and he doesn't want to get infected.

"It doesn't matter. Eventually you become parents." He whispered. "You really believe that? Tell that to Rhys. To Morrigan, or Azriel. Tell that to fucking Nesta." I grit out, whipping my head up to look at him and his hypocritical statements. I allow him to see the fury in my eyes, the tears streaming down my cheeks. "Leave her out of this." He narrows his eyes on me.

The first argument to this level we ever had was over his mate. I hated her, loathed every part of her and what she made my brother go through— and now she's one of my most trusted friends and one of my favorite people. A laugh escapes from my body. I must've looked crazy finding amusement at a time like this. "It's the same thing." I bring my hands up to wipe my tears. "Gods were so fucking predictable." I sigh out. He looks at me confused, eyes analyzing my body language. "Nesta is just like him, and you know it." I narrow my brows at him. "This is different." He clenches his fists at his sides. "How so? Give me one good reason as to how this is different?" I will him. "Eris hurt Mor." He says the crime like it's dirt in his mouth. "Nesta hurt Feyre." I reason with him. He grits his teeth. "He hates Illyrians. He hates you and I because of where we come from, do you understand how fucked that is?" His hands come to my wrists, as if pleading me to listen.

"His father hates Illyrians." I correct. "And stop saying I'm an Illyrian I'm not." I pull at his grip but it's iron. "Fine. But he hates me, are you picking sides right now?" His brows crease like I've betrayed him. "No! I—" My breath gets caught halfway up my throat. "I don't want to pick sides, I want both." Tears continue falling and I don't bother wiping them away anymore. "And Nesta hated the Fae entirely, don't be so certain that makes them different." I seethe out at him and he narrows his eyes at me. "We're mates. Nesta and I are cauldron willed, you can't ignore something like that." He says and I stare at him unwavering, not bothering to say anything but rather dropping my glamour around the mating bond connected straight to the high lord of Autumn.

His eyes widen and his grip on my wrists loosens but I don't pull away. "No," His voice is a whisper. I nod. "Reject the bond, you deserve better than him I don't care if you love him." He rules. "I already accepted it, nearly half a year ago." I expose. If I was going to be honest I might as well lay it all out. "Half a year?" He rasps and I nod gravely. "You've been lying to me for half of a fucking year?" His tone is louder, more angry. "I don't understand why you care so deeply, I gave you my reasons now leave it alone." I match his lever of voice. "Why I care? I've always cared, you're my family—" He begins and I tear my wrists from his grasp. "You're not even my real brother!" I yell at him and I swore the world stopped spinning. Pain flashes across his eyes and he stumbles back, his mouth falling open before he clamps it shut and swallows thickly.

"Cass I didn't—" I try. "No." He looks at me like he's never seen me before. "You've made your point clear." He walks to the door. Every fiber of my being wants to beg him to stay. But my feet can't move and I stare aimlessly as he leaves, the door clicking shut with a gut wrenching softness. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I use whatever remaining energy I have left to winnow back to my apartment. Where I knew Eris impatiently waited for me to return. I land wobbly on my feet, tears slowly cascading from the wells of my eyes. Eris who was laid on the couch with a book sat up alarmed. I remove the walls around our bond and allow the misery that overwhelmed me to flood into his end of our connection.

He rushes toward me alarmed, fire raging in his eyes but not toward me, toward whoever made me feel this way. "Eris," I murmur, I was sure I was going to collapse. "My love," He brings a hand to my waist, keeping me steady but that didn't stop a choked sob from escaping me. "What's wrong?" His other hand comes to my cheek, wiping away my tears. "Talk to me." His brows crease and this feels so wrong, seeking comfort in the very reason Cassian is mad at me in the first place.

"He knows." I whisper. "Who knows?" His brows crease in confusion, before they relax with realization. I grip his shirt in my fists, looking up at him like a lost animal. "I'm a horrible sister." I confess, my voice breaking on the final word. "No," He shakes his head, pulling me into his chest, holding me close and warming me up. "No love, don't say that." He whispered into my hair, his arms tight around me.

Another sob racks through me but he doesn't shush me, he allows the dam of tears to break and every emotion I've kept bottled up for the past half year comes flowing out.

I tell him everything. From the moment Mor noticed the hickey to the point when Cassian left my bedroom. My voice shook when telling him of what I said to my brother. "And now I'm here and, and I don't know what to do." I sobbed, looking up at him as he ran a hand through the ends of my hair. "I see." His voice is soft, caring. "I was so mad, I wasn't thinking and with all the words he said about you I just— I hated him at that moment." I cup my mouth at the realization. I never wanted to hate anyone, especially not someone I love so much. I never want to feel that uncontrollable emotion ever again.

"It's not your fault." He stresses. "We'll figure this out together alright?" His thumb traces along my cheek and I nod, blinking away my final tears. "But what if he never wants to talk to me again?" I whisper. "What if he hates me?" My lip quivers at the thoughts, I don’t know how I’d live with myself if Cassian ever hated me. "Your brother loves you too much to ever consider that. Alright?" His hands grip my face slightly as if to stress his point and I nod meekly, slipping my hands around his waist again and hugging him tightly.

He releases a deep sigh and hugs me back, his touch warming my skin in a way that comforted me more than he could ever know. In the hug I begin to wonder how he feels about the world knowing. I hoped he knew how much he’s helping me, how much I appreciated that he’s here for me. Then I realized that he might be thinking of leaving for my benefit, so I can return to Cassian and tell him everything he said about Eris was right and I can stay with my family. I didn’t want that. Gods, why can’t I have both? The cauldron must’ve been playing a cruel joke on me. "Please, don't leave." I beg of him. He bends down and places a hard kiss to the temple of my head. "Never." But he would, if I asked.

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The next few days were long. I barely slept, every time I tried I'd be reminded of the words I spat at Cassian. I couldn't face him, didn't dare go back to the River House, much less the House of Wind. I stayed in bed, staring out the window of my bedroom, watching the sunset shining against the Sidra, the water refracting in rainbows as stars awakened in the sky. Another day passes.

I felt hollow, my limbs heavy and my stomach a pit. I knew I'd have to face Cassian soon, see him and the others. I wonder if he told them, warned them all to no longer speak to me. All because of who I'm in love with. Anger consumed me for a few days, thinking him deserving for what I said. Who was he to pick who I can and cannot love? I spent hours cursing him as a hypocritical bastard, spewing lies to convince myself I was in the right.

I slowly came to, deciding I needed to stop avoiding my own fate and face what truly lies at the root of the problem. The rest of the days of my solitude was spent in grief.

Feeling sorry for myself wasn't any better than the raging nights. It was truly pitiful how I ended up here.

There was a knock at the door frame. I didn't have to look to guess it was my mate. "I'm not hungry Eris." I say plainly, continuing to stare out at the river. "Have you eaten today?" I don’t expect his voice to be behind me as he slithers into the bed beside me, curling an arm around my waist. “I had a bowl of soup not too long ago.” I answer, flipping onto my side to look up at him. His golden eyes that rolled with sadness, he couldn’t help blaming himself for my situation and I hated that he did. “Okay.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I have to return to Autumn later tonight, high lord stuff.” He grumbled and I groaned, tucking closer to him. “I’ll be back in the morning.” He promised. I huff, wrapping an arm around his torso and burrowing into his chest. “Unless, you want to come with me?” He arched a brow and I look up at him, my head propped up on his chest. “To the Autumn court?” I ask. He nods, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I haven’t been to my mates court since Eris’ coronation because it’d raise suspicion if a girl from Rhysand’s inner circle began to roam the markets of the foreign court. But I suppose that didn’t matter now if our secrets out. “You think your people will react well?” I ask anxiously. “After my father ruled over them they’ll take anything they can get, and if a pretty high lady is an option I think they’ll be over the moon.” He offers me a gentle smile. “High lady?” I can’t help but smile at the idea of ruling a court together. He nods. I fantasize about the idea for a moment, until the thought of Cassian finding out about me proudly wearing an autumn court crown settles over me. He’d fall into a fit of pure rage and I’d never forgive myself. “Can we wait?” I ask. “Just until all this is resolved with Cass, and then yes. I’d love to be your high lady.” I nod. He gives me a comforting expression. “Of course my love.” He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. I him against the action and kiss him back. Wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer. His lips slotted perfectly against mine and the feeling that bloomed in my chest when kissing him filled the pit of my stomach and the hollowness of my heart. I felt lighter. A knock sounds at the front door, loud and demanding. My ears perk at the sound and I pull back, he seems to want to chase my mouth back to his but he freezes too when another impatient knock rings through the house.

I sigh and sink down into the bed. "You can answer it." I say, removing my arms from his neck. "Are you sure?" He asks, his own warm arms slipping from my waist and I wished they didn’t. "They all know by now, what's the point of hiding it?" I grumble, and he nods as he stands from the bed, my eyes watching him as he does so. "Alright." He nods. “If it’s not Cassian I’m not interested.” I voice. He glances to me and only nods in reply.

He leaves the room and my eyes go back to the window. I strain my ears to hear for the voices in the living room but I can only hear Eris.

"She doesn't want to see you." He said. A mumble of a voice replied, it was soft, must be female. My hope diminished when I realized it's not my brother. "In the bedroom." Is the next thing I hear from my mate and I mentally prepare for whoever is about to walk into my room.

The door creeks open but I don't move. I stay looking out the window, watching as dusk now takes over the sky. "Gods its dark in here." Nesta.

I don't have the energy to reply, giving her enough of an answer with my silence. "Look, I know I'm not who you want to see, but he's in a similar state as you." She hums and that fact settles deep into my bones. I adjust, sitting up and facing her, leaning back against my headboard.

"He throws up every night too?" I ask with a wry sense of humor. Nesta tossed a glare toward Eris who stood at the doorway like a guard.

"No, much worse. He won't stop training." She hums, crossing her arms and sitting on the edge of the bed beside my thighs. Her eyes go distant as she thinks about her mate. "He's spent more time in the training ring than sleeping as of late, he doesn't joke anymore, and I haven't seen him smile in a week." She confesses, her brows creased in concern.

"Are you telling me this to try and make me feel better?" I murmur, avoiding her gaze.

"You know me better than that." She scoffs. It was true, Nesta is one of my best friends. The three Valkyries all are, but especially the eldest Archeron. I remember all the things I said about her, how I boiled her down to all of her faults. The hollowness returns and another thing I will never forgive myself about forms. "I care about you, but I care about him more." She stands up, Eris growls from the doorway but I wave him off, understanding what she meant. "And I just need the two of you to figure your shit out so he goes back to his usual self, it’s so quiet at the house." She crosses her arms over her chest defensively but her tone is soft. "He misses you." She reveals. "He won't admit it but he wants to see you, stop by the house, please." She finalizes, before turning on her heel and walking towards the door.

"Nesta," I call, she whirls around to look at me. "Thank you." Is all I can get out. She nods, then turns back around and exits the way she came.

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The house of wind was emptier than I expected it to be. Eris offered a dozen times to come with me last night, saying that he’d cancel his meetings in the Autumn court so he can offer some sort of support but I told him he had to tend to his own court, that I had to do this on my own. So here I was, about an entire day after Nesta's speech, ready to face my brother. Or at least I hoped I was.

I wandered the halls, stretching ny hearing for any sound but I was met with nothing. I remember Nesta mentioning the training ring so I ascend the steps to the roof.

The clang of metal swords clash loudly as I welcome myself onto the landing, staring at my brother and Azriel who were sparring just to get frustration out. Cassian was sloppy with his moves, not breathing through each step the way he usually did. And Azriel was going easy on him. It was rare for the competitive shadow singer to sympathize but in this instance he was working Cassian like a charity case. The general knew it too and only fueled more of that anger he held in each of his swings.

Azriel and I make eye contact and his movements freeze, shadows pooling at my feet as Cassian struck him down and pinned him with his sword. "Again." My brother demanded, reaching his hand out toward the spymaster. Azriel remained looking at me and with the distraction, Cassian whirled around to look at me with narrowed eyes that quickly turned wide.

His sword clattered down onto the mat as he let it slip from his hand. "Cass." My voice is a rasp. He takes a step out of the training ring until he's right in front of me and I'm looking up at him again.

Tears well in my eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said I just—" I tried to speak but was cut off by his large arms wrapping around me tightly into a warm hug. I melt into it, releasing a soft sigh of relief and hugging him back. "You were right." He confesses. "I was just hurt and wasn't thinking about how you might be feeling." He mutters into my hair. "No you were right to be mad," I shake my head. "I kept it a secret from you for a long time, I should tell you everything." I admit and he backs away from the hug.

"I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me things, I reacted poorly." He sighs. "I did too, the things I said about Nesta were uncalled for. You know I love her." I say with tearful eyes. “I know, it’s okay.” He reassures, squeezing me tighter and lifting me up off the ground slightly with his height. "But, I'm not sorry for being with Eris." I assert as he places me back on the ground and he backs away. His eyes soften and he wipes a stray tear from my face. "I know, it'll take some time for me to get used to but I want you to be happy." He utters and that's all I needed to hear. "I can't promise he'll be invited to all the family dinners." He scratches the side of his neck and I offer him a relaxed smile. "That's okay," I nod my head. "I doubt he'd want to come anyways." I shrug. "The prick should consider himself lucky for even being able to look at you." Cassian grumbles. I give him a reprimanding look and he puts his hands up like he's been caught for a crime. "Sorry, I'll be better." He promises. "Thank you, brother." I pull him closer into another hug. "Means the world to me." I mumble and he presses a kiss to the crown of my head the way he's always done for the past five hundred years.

"You're sweaty." I grimace, breaking away from his hug. I lean to the side of him to see Azriel waiting impatiently for him to return to the training ring. "Do me a favor?" I look up at him. "Anything." He hums without hesitation. "Kick Az's ass for me?" I arch a brow and a menacing smile curves his lips. "I heard that!" Azriel calls from a few yards away, dammed shadows.

I look at the blue siphoned male glaring at me as Cassian retreats back to his sword. I blow the spy master a kiss and he waves me off. I smile contentedly and winnow back home.

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Eris leaned against the kitchen counter with a furrow in his brow, waiting impatiently for me to return. I was surprised at his early arrival, he said he’d be home tonight but the sun had barely left the horizon. I suppose he wanted to return as soon as possible. He pushed off the counter and looks at me expectantly. A bright smile curves my lips and I jump into his arms, he catches me without so much as a stumble back, his warm hands coming under my thighs and heating me up like a cozy fire. "Everything's okay?" He asks worriedly, I don't reply and instead bring my hands up to his sharp cheekbones and pull him in for a kiss.

It was soft and lasting, like he was afraid I was going to tell him to leave after this ends. That Cassian somehow convinced me my mate was some maniacal creature who didn't deserve love. He wouldn't blame me, he'd go if I asked him and that fact is tearing at me. So I deepened our kiss, pulling him closer with a hope to reassure him.

"Please tell me everything's okay." He begs against my lips and I nod. "Everything's okay." I whisper with a small smile and he releases a hefty sigh, the weight of a world lifting from his shoulders. "Cass said he'd try his best. But then he followed up by saying you're a prick so?" I scrunch my nose at the way it sounds and he grins widely. "Sounds about right." He nods, placing me atop the countertop.

"Thank you." I say, wrapping my legs around him. "For what my dear?" His brows crease. "You took care of me when I was at my worst, I appreciate it." I softly say, his eyes glaze over for a moment but the sheen quickly disappears after he blinks. "You would've done the same thing for me." He shakes his head, leaning closer and pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of my lips. "I think I'll miss sneaking around with you." He admits and I chuckle. "Me too, but think about all the things we can do now that we don't have to be a secret?" I grin wildly at all the possibilities. His eyes light up and a smirk curves his sensual lips.

"What?" I ask him nervously when he doesn't say anything. "How would you like to be crowned high lady now?" He suggests and my cheeks heat. "But you've already been crowned, can we still do that?" I tilt my head. "It's my court love, I can do whatever I want." His arrogant tone makes me roll my eyes. "And what do you want?" I tilt my head, running my hands through the tufts of his deep auburn hair. "I want you on my throne." He purred, pressing a kiss to my jaw. "That can be arranged." I grin, throwing my arms over his shoulders.

"Anything else high lord?" I give him a seductive smile and he gets the hint. "I also want to fuck you by the fireplace." He confessed, pressing light kisses up the side of my face. "Then what are you waiting for?"

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immeasurablesaladagere · 6 months ago

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Can we get a fic about Wilson&House finding out Chase regresses please 🙏🙏🙏

Fun fact! I already had a prompt similar to this sitting in my notes app before I ever made this blog, so I decided to work on that! It just includes cg!House, I hope that's alright. House would have a very... ahem, interesting first-time-cg style.

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Word Count: 1230

Summery: House can tell that something is up with Chase on an overnight shift.

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Something was wrong with Chase.

House stared at him through the glass of his office, watching him go back and fourth between flipping through the patient’s files and a newspaper crossword. At least, that was what he was pretending to do. Chase’s eyes were obviously unfocused and staring directly through the papers, and it looked more like he was moving them around on autopilot to seem busy in front of his boss who he knew would be spying on him through the window. A smart move to be sure, but ultimately a pointless one.

Chase picked up his pen and hovered it over the newspaper like he was going to write in an answer, then stopped and put the end of the pen in his mouthfor the dozenth time.

House wrinkled his nose in disgust. He was never using that pen again. It was definitely covered in bite marks and saliva, and while there was probably a large clientele who would pay too much for pretty-boy’s spit, he wasn’t one of them. If it wasn’t the pen, then it was biting the top half of his thumb or pointer finger, before he would get a look on his face and switch back to the pen or the cuff of his coat sleeve.

Then there was the fidgeting. For the most part, Chase matched the expected appearance of a man who had been awake for twenty-four hours on an overnight patient watch; sunken eyes, painfully-bored expression, slumped posture, and a general air of ‘I’d rather be having steamy sex with a hooker right now’— or maybe that was just him— but Chase was fidgeting almost constantly. It consisted mostly of swinging his feet back and fourth under the glass table or mindlessly shaking his free hand up and down. When he was particularly lost in thought, he would begin rocking in place to entertain himself.

It was when the thought crossed House’s mind that Chase looked more like a little kid waiting for their parent to finish up at the DMV than a doctor trying to stay awake that he began to think that Chase was more than just tired.

Age regression was a zebra, but Cuddy hadn’t given him his own team and office because he was an expert at finding horses.

He watched as Chase yawned and rubbed his eyes, then rested his head on his hand and slipped his entire thumb in his mouth. If it wasn’t regression, then House got an embarrassing habit to hold over his head for the rest of time.

It was probably best to test his hypothesis before they were called to deal with the patient and Chase’s toddler brain accidentally killed her. He turned to his laptop and typed ‘colouring pages’ into Google, then printed the first result; an ocean floor scene with corny cartoon dolphins and fish.

At the sound of the printer starting in the office, Chase seemed to snap back into some kind of focus and pulled his thumb from his mouth, hastily tucking it against his cheek.

When House walked in, Chase pushed away his file and cleared his throat. “Did you find something for the patient? I can’t think of anything.”

“Forget the patient, I have a much more important question.” He set down the colouring page in front of Chase, “How do you feel… about sea creatures?”

He watched as Chase’s eyes went wide for a split second before he schooled his face into confusion. “What’s this?”

“Sea creatures.” He tapped the cartoon dolphin’s face, “See?”

“Yeah, uh… Why?”

“You tell me. Why would I, as your boss, distract you from a case with a children’s colouring page?”

Chase shrugged, looking anywhere but directly at the picture. “I ‘dunno…”

“Sure you do.” House nudged at the pen on the table. The plastic end was completely mangled by teeth marks, and it left behind a small trail of spit as it rolled. “And the sleeve, and the thumb, and the fidgeting like a four-year-old.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, House—“

“Tell me the truth, or you’re fired.”

Chase looked up at him in disbelief. “W-What?”

“You’re showing signs of an altered mental state. What if you were drunk? Or on drugs?” House wondered aloud, “The hospital wouldn’t take kindly to that, and what would that say about me? I can’t have a drugged-out doctor on my team—“

“I’m not on drugs! Or drinking!”

“Then what?“

“It’s age regression, okay?” Chase blurted, “It’s this thing I do, I-I was thinking like a kid and it’s not like— why am I explaining it? You already knew, I’m just— I was tired and we weren’t getting anywhere with the case, s-so…”

House smirked with vindication. “So you figured it was fine if your adult brain took a vacation for a few hours, right? The patient’s not important, I get it.”

Chase buried his face in his hands. The tips of his ears were bright red with shame. “Please don’t fire me. I swear, it was a one-time thing, I’m not— I can control it, I—“

He hummed and tapped his fingers against his cane in dramatic thought. “I don’t know… I’m pretty sure you need to be at least eighteen to be a doctor, and you’re, what? Five? Cuddy wouldn’t appreciate the liability, and I don’t know if I can trust you to be a big boy if you can’t handle a—.”

Chase sniffled. Ah, crap.

“M’sorry,” He mumbled and stood up quickly to leave, but House grabbed him by the arm before he could run away and lightly pushed him back down into the chair.

“Sit down, relax.” He wanted to mess with the kid, not make him cry. “I’m not going to fire you.”

Chase looked up at him, eyes round and wet like a sad puppy. House grimaced. “But you said…”

“It was a joke. I was just messing with you.” He didn’t look convinced. On one hand, House was happy that his theory was correct. On the other, now he was stuck babysitting his employee who he’d inadvertently worked up into a panic. Why couldn’t kids ever understand sarcasm?

“Oh…” Chase shrunk in on himself and fiddled with the end of his tie. “…Sorry.”

“It’s fine, kid.” He sighed. “How young am I dealing with here?” If he was babysitting, he at least wanted to know what he was getting into.

Chase stared at him owlishly like he was afraid to answer, and his face flushed pink as he answered, “Six..?”

“So I was close! Look at me go. Listen, we’re going to talk about this later, but you’re not fired, got it?”

“Mhm.”

“Oh, and you’re off the case until you’re an adult again. If you get paged, I’ll go. I was serious about the liability, Cuddy’ll be up my ass if I let a toddler perform CPR.”

Chase frowned indignantly. “That’s not a nice word. An’ I’m not a toddler.”

Oh good, the language police. “You’re close enough.” He turned to grab the cup of pens on a nearby counter and set it down next to the colouring page. “Here. Not much for colours, but it’ll do.”

Chase looked between him and the pens a few times before hesitantly picking up a red one and beginning to fill in the crab.

“Oh, and no eating them. Those are my good pens.”

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To Have and To Hold

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, probably OOC Ayato Kamisato, yandere Kamisato Ayato, fem! reader, tsuntsun! reader, Thoma & Kamisato Ayaka friendship, mentions of other Genshin Impact characters, thirsting from background characters, language content, includes a picture of a moonflower A/n: So it's been a freaking long time since I've updated this series but here's a long one! in previous iterations, I had written the names in the western format (first name, surname) but I think for the sake of my sanity in wanting to maintain the smooth oration of names, I’m going to write their names in the eastern format (surname, first name). Okeydokey! Anyway, back to the story (my goodness, I started this chapter back in July!), does Ayaka get caught? If so, by who and what will she do? :D Masterlist

Politics, personal affairs, finances— Any powerful and esteemed clan would keep that sort of vital information under strict surveillance, and the Kamisatos are no different. Ask any regular citizen about them, and one’ll find there is nothing valuable worth declaring as evidence against their prestigiously clean reputation.

“Psst! Did you know that recently, Lady Kamisato, pardon, the wife of our Lord Kamisato purchased…”

Unfortunately, the same could not be same from within that solid fortress, where hushed voices roam rampant.

“Oh my oh my, I did. I did. Now did you know that the young Lady Kamisato, pardon, the sister of our Lord Kamisato ate…”

“Hush now! Hush! … Now… did you know that our cat-like-”

It is, however, fortunate that the inner web-spinners of the Kamisato Estate are usually competent enough to keep such scandalous words from escaping into the outside world. That being said, it is still highly discouraged by the head of staff to participate in such impolite activity, no matter how entertaining every bit may be. A warning to newcomers: the walls are always listening, and one might accidentally miss the slightest of cracks letting in cold air.

Another fortune of the Kamisato clan is the existence of is a person responsible and quite skillful at patching up those tiny holes. And that job belongs to none other than a certain esteemed housekeeper, trusted by the head of the Kamisatos himself.

“They say that Lord Kamisato is too busy burying his head in his wife’s bosom to deal with actual matters affecting the estate,” Thoma manages to say, his lips pursed and shoulders twitching from the hilarious ridiculousness of the statement. “What do you make of it?”

Crack!

The Lord Kamisato in question snaps the barrel of yet another pen in half within a tight grip, spilling ink onto the lacquered wood of his desk. Luckily, none of it manages to land onto the piles and piles of letters stacked by the dozens pertaining to the upcoming events in mere weeks. He lets it go before propping his elbows on the table and covering his strained eyes, releasing a heavy sigh. Seeing this, Thoma almost feels pity for his boss, who has typically maintained the image of the mysterious and unapproachable bachelor in public.

“If that were true in even the slightest,” Ayato starts off, voice straining, “All of these useless matters would be finished in one day, so I could go back into the arms of my dear wife. Tis a shame…”

For a split second, Thoma’s eyes pop out and his mouth falls open. He thinks to comment, but then ultimately decides to pick up his jaw instead and clear his throat.

His lord is usually quite tactful, refined and mature for his age compared to other young men. It has been far too long to remember when exactly Thoma first entered the household, but until now Ayato has never spoken in this… for the lack of a better word, loose manner before— even within the private confines of his office.

At least… before you arrived.

Thoma takes a deep breath as he tries to keep the corners of his mouth from turning upwards, wincing from the slight shudder that escapes. “W-would you like me to suppress the rumors, my lord?”

A moment passes in silence before Ayato flicks a free hand backwards twice. “No need.” He spreads the fingers of the hand covering his eyes, allowing Thoma to see the darkness swirling in the center of those purple irises. “I see no harm in its existence. In fact… I’d like to see how far this little rumor will travel.”

“Eh? Are you sure?”

“Mm.” Ayato sits back up straight and reaches for another poor pen to sacri- utilize from the cup of regular pens. As he scribbles and finishes another letter, he orders, “In the meantime, increase the security around the west wing.” His pen stops for a moment. “Oh, and do report of my dear wife’s reaction as well, when you get the chance. I’d like to see it for myself, but unfortunately,” he gestures to the stacks of blank sheets, unused ink tablets, and empty envelopes, “I have all of this I must take care of. How bothersome… Unless-”

“I will get right onto that, Lord Kamisato!” Thoma says, saluting and escaping from the room to implement the orders before his lord could add another task upon his list.

Ayato chuckles before the smile falls off his face. The silent room then fills with scribbles upon scribbles upon scribbles…

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And so, the allowance of unlimited freedom for this little rumor to spread eventually leads to a sudden uptick in sales within the perfume industry for husbands, wives, and partners to dab tantalizing scents on their chest and successfully seducing their spouses to—

Ahem.

A slight digression, regarding the interesting topic of rumors and gossip. That story in particular is meant for another time. In the meantime, presently, there is a most concerning and sordid piece of hearsay being passed around the Kamisato Estate as of late: it being the scandalous rumor that the young, unmarried Lady Ayaka, sister of Lord Kamisato, is parading around in a servant’s uniform.

Such improper conduct could not possibly be, well, possible. At least, that’s what Thoma thinks. There is absolutely no way Miss Ayaka would be entertaining this notion. She has a playful side, sure, being a younger sister adored by the public after all. But a mischievous side? Against her brother’s orders? Impossible.

“Oh!” “Huh?”

“Ayaka…?”

It is indeed amusing, how life seems to like finding ways in which to prove the most certain of people wrong.

Ayaka’s eyes widen in fear. “T-Thoma?”

Despite the shock, the bewildered housekeeper immediately scans Ayaka’s attire. Just as the rumors have mentioned, Ayaka seems to be dressed exactly to play the role of Lady-in-waiting for his lord’s wife. Though, even with the servant attire, there’s no hiding her princess-like aura, which begs the question, “What-”

Step step step step.

Various feet make their way towards their hallway, prompting Thoma to quickly slide open a door and grab Ayaka on the way inside. With the door shut, he looks and listens for the footsteps to pass by and fade into silence before letting out a sigh of relief. Finally, he addresses the issue in a calm and stern tone. “Miss Ayaka, may I ask what exactly are you up to?”

Ayaka opens her mouth to explain calmly and eloquently as she always does, except a thought suddenly occurs to her.

Thoma, being her brother’s right hand man, is privy to almost all of Ayato’s plans. Which means he too must be aware that Ayato has been keeping his wife, her very own sister-in-law, trapped in the west wing of the estate. All alone without a single close soul to reach out to. A friend you can let down your hair with. A friend you can share a laugh with. A friend you can have… have… to have a girls’ night with!

Ayaka gasps at her brother’s and Thoma’s audacity, much to his confusion. “The nerve of you two!” she accuses, jabbing an accusatory finger against Thoma’s chest.

Thoma takes a step back and raises his hands in a surrendering manner at this unexpected behavior. “W-what?”

Hands fisted, Ayaka continues. “I heard from (Y/n) herself! All of this time, I had believed she was avoiding me out of fear or shyness, but in reality, it is Brother who has been keeping us apart! Can you believe that??” She raises a finger, shushing him. “No, don’t answer that. You must be in on it too, since you’re part of her staff! What do you have to say for yourself, Thoma?”

Thoma’s eyes rapidly look around, away from Ayaka’s face, as if looking for the correct answer that’s not appearing in his mind.

Ayaka, not one to stay angry for long, begins to falter. “W-well?”

What could Thoma say? That it is her brother’s prerogative to lock Lady (Y/n) away? And how could he, a mere housekeeper, possibly go against his lord’s order, lest he be charged with treason? An unreasonable conclusion, sure. But the culprit of this entire situation is a very stressed and severely deprived Ayato tittering on the edge, and there is no one who can sway him as he is now.

Prior to the marriage, Thoma’s long-time loyalty and friendship would have had some weight and influence on his lord’s decisions. But now? Well, that’s a fool’s risk.

Seeing Thoma’s hesitance, Ayaka takes a step back, and wills her temper down, an admired trait of hers that has kept her previously calm in the face of arrogant leaders she’s had to forge alliances with for the sake of the Kamisato clan. She takes a deep breath, settles in a graceful pose with her back straight and her hands politely together. “Thoma, I forgive you for your unwilling participation in this mess-”

Thoma makes a face and almost releases a sigh of relief at the miss’s understanding.

“-and I would like to request that you keep my activity thus far a secret from Brother. As long as possible.”

His eyes go wide. “Eh? But-”

“I started playing the part of Lady (Y/n)’s Lady-in-waiting to find out her true character at first,” Ayaka explains. “And what I have witnessed is that she is graceful and kind, and well-suited to being my brother’s wife. I would very much like to meet her as myself at some point, if only Brother would allow it. Until then, I’d like to enjoy being in her company. Without titles and reputation. ”

Thoma’s lips tighten, ruminating on it for a moment.

“Please,” she says, eyes glittering like a lost puppy.

Thoma sighs. “Okay, alright. I’ll do my best to keep the staff under wraps, but I cannot guarantee your brother won’t hear wind of this from passing whispers. You know he has a strange way of knowing everything…”

Ayaka intertwines her fingers together tightly, a happy aura emanating from her form. “Thank you, Thoma! Thank you so much.” A sudden thought occurs to her. “Oh. If I may ask, do you know why Brother is so insistent on hiding her, Thoma? Is she in danger of some sort?”

Thoma plays with the back of his hair to ease his stress. “Uh… Not exactly…? How do I say this? Uh… Your brother… he… eh… might be a little… obsessed with her?”

-----🐈-----

Rumors often travel and trickle down the twisted grapevine before reaching the last right or wrong ears. And very rarely, do the details stay untouched.

Crrr…

Unless, of course, you’re right next to the source material.

WHAT??? your mind screeches, reeling from all of this unexpected development.

All of your limbs are stretched out, hands gripping the barely creaking wooden supports holding up the ceiling of this room, doing their best to keep your entire body from falling eight feet to the floor. Below you are your lady-in-waiting— who-is-actually-your-sister-in-law-apparently (?) — and that hardworking housekeeper— and-right-hand-man-to-your-damn-husband!

How does a wife of a lord find herself in this precarious situation, one may ask?

-----

[A few moments ago…]

With the vines on the furthest wall of the garden destroyed by your stupid husband, stealing your one line of freedom out of this damned estate, desperate times call for desperate measures. There couldn’t possibly be just one way out of this place, after all. Not to mention, luckily, your lady-in-waiting, Ayami, is finally away from you… for some reason. Regardless, you figure this is the time to strike.

“Psst!”

“What?”

“You ready?”

“Shh!”

Roaming through the halls, you find yourself next to one of the kitchens in charge of your daily meals. You quickly hide behind a tower of baskets, interest piqued by the sudden gathering of familiar and unfamiliar staff all in one place, whispering to each like a small horde of mice.

“Okay, okay, girls, guys, everyone, settle down.”

“Scooch over!” “Stop pushing me!” “Oh my Archons-”

“Settle down!” the leader of this gathering barks. “ … Now… It is time to unanimously decide…”

Perhaps, your escape could be delayed for a few moments. You don’t have a route mapped out just yet, and it would be a shame if you got caught so easily, being a daughter of the Holy Dogs and the lady of the estate. Besides, what are they talking about that begets such suspicious behavior?

Decide what? An ambush on the Kamisato Estate?? you wonder, leaning closer and tilting your head.

One of the staff plays a soft drum roll by slapping the back of a pot laid upside down.

“... on who’s the hottest man in Inazuma!!!”

You blink. Eh?

“Wooo!” “Yeah!” “Let’s get it on!”

“Now for the lineup, we have… Arataki Itto!”

“Woo!” “Wah~” “HELL YEAH!” “Our one and oni~” “HE’S DA MAN!”

You think about Arataki Itto. You had met him that day Ayato decided to take you out and you fell into the bridge and your husband— Ahem! Back to the oni in question, the last time you saw him, he did leave a manly impression. One that reminds you of a very tough… puppy? One of those mean-looking dogs that turn out to be surprisingly meek. With all of those markings and those large red horns, you suppose he does bring a carnal, predatory aspect of lust into some people’s mind at first glance. Too bad for those people, since he seems more naive and loud-mouthed than the brooding oni his appearance portrays. Plus, he's apparently a friend of your husband— close enough to call him “bro” of all things— which automatically makes him weird. But to each their own, you suppose.

“Gorou!”

“CUUUTE!” “Yah!” “My future waifu!” “The goodest boi!” “HE LOOKS SO FLUFFY!”

Gorou, the great general of the Watatsumi Island’s forces. You haven’t had the opportunity to meet him yet (a result of your unwilling isolation, no doubt), but you have heard the tales. An admirable man known for his strength and valor. If Itto reminded you of a puppy, then the dog man himself definitely is a puppy. A Shiba inu, to be exact. Which begs the question, if he went up against Taroumaru, who would win…? In addition, if it were possible, you’d like to pet both and find out whether or not his tail is as fluffy as the rumors claim…

“Kaedehara Kazuha!”

Many whistles fly. “OUR HERO~” “Shut up, he’s mine!” “Please, he’s too good for a tramp like you.” “WHO YA CALLIN’ TRAMP, YOU SKANK?”

Another man of influence you’ve yet to meet in person, but one you’ve known about for a long time. The Kaedeharu Clan was a noble samurai clan of notable fame here in Inazuma and a subordinate branch of the Kamisato Clan until a certain incident. The young master was one of the bachelors considered in your betrothal. However, since the man himself was uninterested in marriage, and your elders saw it unfit to give you to a dying line, you ended up here instead of wherever he ended up, being a nomad and all. You don’t have any complaints, but it does make you wonder what it would’ve been like to be married to such a mysterious man… Would you have been free to roam the lands instead of cooped up here within the walls of the Kamisato Estate…?

Not that you would dare tarnish your family’s reputation with a dishonorable act of affairs, of course! And neither are you interested anyway. It’s just an interesting what-if situation to think about.

“Shikanoin Heizou!”

“Ahhh~” “His voice is so… mm~” “Yeah, so handsome~ “Listen, I’d never commit murder… unless it’s to steal his heart.” “PFF! LAME!” “SHUT UP, YOU LONELY SON OF A-”

Another man you haven’t- Ugh… Again, not someone you’ve met in person but you have heard some rumors. A young prodigy detective from the Tenryou Commission, with sharp senses and ingenious thoughts. Apparently, no matter what unsolved case he's facing, he can get to the truth in unexpected ways. Perhaps, if you are able to get ahold of him, you could have him solve the mystery of why your husband acts so strange?

“Thoma!”

“Ooooh!” “Honestly, he wins.” “He can wife me up any day.” “More like be my wife, ya know what I mean?” “Heck no! He’s our head of staff!” So?” “So… as if he’d be interested in your ugly peasant behind.” “NEO JUGEULLAE!?” “SPEAK COMMON-”

You grind your teeth, possessing no comment regarding your husband’s most loyal accomplice.

…..

… Fine! if you had to be fair… considering you’ve given props to the other men mentioned already… He is, admittedly, handsome in his own right. Reliable. Charming, in a kind and respectful kind of way. If you weren’t married, you could see yourself snatching him up to be a husband on a whim.

…..

On second thought, you do find him a complete pushover who’d probably cry a lot if you showcased your true self. There’s no way someone like that could be completely loyal to and serve a strange man like your husband if he wasn’t a pushover. He probably wouldn’t be able to say no to someone like your cute and clumsy lady-in-waiting, Ayami, for example. He reminds you of a dog that whines if you so much as step out of sight for a single second. Pathetic.

“And finally…” Dramatic drumroll. “Kamisato Ayato!”

“.....” “.....” “.....” “Oooh…”

You await more comments, but find none.

What’s with the silence? you think, eyebrows furrowed. Where’s all of the cheering for my husband? He is an undoubtedly handsome and talented man, though with some caveats. Surely, there should be at least one fan?

“What? All that fuss over all those other men and suddenly when it comes to our fine-looking lord, nothin’?” asks the leader of the gossipers.

Exactly!

“Well…,” one of them starts, “It’s more like… you know…?”

“Yeah…” another of them agrees with hesitance. “He… and Lady Kamisato…”

“You know what? If nobody wants to say a thing, then I will!”

A round of groans. “Oh Archons, please someone hold him down.”

“Hey, wait a second!” You can hear many feets jump to the ground. “Listen, listen! He’s not my number one, but he’s like super duper hot.” Some pots clatter about. “If he wasn’t married, I’d bang him. Like I’d actually-”

“Oi!” One of them cuts in. “Speak properly and stop talking about our lord like that!”

“Ya know what?” says the mischievous one. “You’re right. If his wife wasn’t married-”

Your eyebrows raise up in wonder.

“WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!” cuts in the leader. “Shut. The hell. Up. Listen, buddy, I get that you’re a thirsty single idiot, but do not, and I repeat, do not speak of our lord’s wife in that manner. Especially in here. Do you want to end up getting your entire family killed? You wanna end up thrown out into the ocean?”

A silent gasp tumbles out of your mouth. What? People can’t talk about me, or else they’ll die? Because of who? And why? … Have there been people who have died whispering my name? Oh dear, that’s horrible! I must bring it up with Ayami later… But if I make the wrong move, will I be killed too?

“I mean… I guess there’s more fish in the sea-”

“Oh my Archons.” “Eff me.” “Shut up, weirdo…” “This is why nobody likes you.”

“Oh, come on!”

“Everyone, let's get back to the contest! Cast your votes now!”

Step step step step.

With footsteps coming your way, much to your chagrin, you depart from your hiding spot and race through the hallways, watching for any signs of incoming individuals. Just when you see a hint of a person’s clothing as they turn the corner, you immediately enter one of the rooms, close the door, and wait for them to pass.

“Oh!” “Huh?”

You hear two people accidentally bump into each other outside the door.

“Ayaka…?” says the male voice.

You haven’t said a word, but it seems the devil looks for any opportunity to appear. The moment you hear Thoma’s voice, an ice cold feeling enters your chest and makes you sharply inhale, fearing he’ll catch you and bring you back to your husband. In just under a second, you quickly scan the room and luckily find wooden pillars strong enough to support a person. Thank goodness for the Kamisato clan’s financially high status!

You quickly hop up, extend all of your limbs, and balance yourself on the ceiling’s frame just as the housekeeper and… your lady-in-waiting(???) enter the room in the same manner as you did just earlier, avoiding other staff.

Thoma and Ayami? How scandalous! you think as your eyes jump between them. I would’ve never thought!

And that is how you end up finding out that your Ayami is actually Ayaka, your sister-in-law, and that sneaky housekeeper is definitely a complete pushover.

-----

Obsessed? Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. Him? Me? Obsessed? HIM?

“Eh? Brother? Lady (Y/n)? Obsessed?” Ayaka repeats, as if voicing your thoughts exactly. She gasps. “You mean to say… he’s in love with her?”

You almost choke on your spit.

“In a way…” Thoma nods vehemently, eyes squeezed tight as if he himself is having trouble believing this truth. “But it’s true! I swear. He has been, with her, since the day they met.”

The memory of the day you met your husband comes to mind, where you were crouched down in the very garden where you now constantly make and fail your escape attempts. You remember clearly putting on a fake smile, as per the Elders’ order, before turning around to greet him and his own fake smile. Two people wearing masks agreed to marry each other, to have and to hold until death.

Nothing unusual with arranged marriages, but… you’ve been wearing a mask since day one, with only a few cracks here and there. Does that mean your husband only decided to marry you because he fell in love with your fake self…?

In an instant, you feel something sharp and small like a needle pierce your chest. There are no enemies in this room, and there is not a single spot of blood seeping into the cloth covering your chest, and yet your chest hurts. You shake your head away from this strange feeling, and keep listening.

Ayaka intertwines her fingers together, eyes glittering. “Well, that’s wonderful! How wonderful!” She then deflates a little. “Though I do suppose that does explain why he’s so… protective over her…”

“Mm.”

You bit your bottom lip in dismay. No! Do not be fooled! That brother of yours is most certainly not being “protective”. I can take care of myself, thank you very much!

“However!” Ayaka pipes up. “I do not think it is fair for her at all. And most certainly not to me. He wouldn’t even allow our meeting to take place! I can't possibly be considered a danger to her.”

“Yes… Well, given the limited all-female staff, the restricted areas she’s allowed to be in, and the high amount of security around those areas… Now that I’m actually talking about it, I truly think he has gone mad,” Thoma comments.

I AGREE!

“I believe so too.” Ayaka agrees, crossing her arms. “Perhaps because she is his first love, after all…”

Eh…? Really…?

Ba-thump.

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, he’s been smiling strangely as of late. And every time I mention Lady (Y/n) around him, I hear a cracking sound.”

Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

Oh thank goodness, I thought I was the only one hearing it. So, it does have something to do with that scary man. Huh… Scary…

“Indeed… I’ve been noticing that too,” says Thoma, getting into a thinker’s pose. “Regardless, it seems due to the upcoming festivals, he hasn’t been able to spend some time with Lady (Y/n) as of late and he is, for a lack of better words, suffering. Badly.”

Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

… G-good. If I can’t go outside by myself, then he cannot… he should… I can’t stand being near that man. If I have to suffer, then so should he.

“Is that so? Hmm… Speaking of which, ever since Lady (Y/n) received a package of…” Ayaka coughs politely, “‘mature’ books some time ago from a friend of hers, she has been avoiding him as much as possible. Not out of anger, I don’t think, but she has an odd tendency to ask for a bowl of ice water to dunk her head in whenever I mention him.”

Oh. Those books and the cucumber incident. Your cheeks fill with heat as you know it’ll be a while before you recover completely from that day. Your limbs begin getting tired, but all the training sessions you’ve endured since you were little demands you stay put and steadfast.

Thoma decides not to question the books, though his interest is piqued. Instead, he brings up a suggestive notion with raised eyebrows and a glint in his eyes. “Oh? It seems while it is obvious your brother is highly interested in Lady (Y/n), she might perhaps… feel the same way towards him?”

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

No? Absolutely not! You're getting the wrong idea! you shout mentally. He is a scary, scary man!

Ayaka’s eyes match his glint as she processes his words. “Perhaps they are too oblivious to one another to notice. Hm. I must say, it is quite advantageous that you are his right hand man, and I am her lady-in-waiting. I believe a little push may turn the tide?”

I’m not liking where this is going…

Thoma grins. “Shall we?” he offers, holding out his right hand.

“We shall!” Ayaka grasps his right hand with hers, solidifying their team-up officially.

And so, the esteemed housekeeper and the undercover sister-in-law make a silent vow with fire in their eyes and a determination in their hearts to join their respective persons.

While you are still on the ceiling, now silently begging them to leave.

Forget all of this nonsense about bringing you and your strange husband together or whatever they agreed on. And forget about even escaping. You just want to go back to your room and pretend you know nothing at all and are just a naive doll-like wife as most people believe you to be, not straining yourself in this manner.

The very moment the two leave, unseen by anyone else luckily (else that too could become its own rampant rumor, being a couple of unmarried individuals in a room by themselves) and shut the door, you immediately jump down onto the tatami mats and release a large sigh of relief. You roll your shoulders and bend your legs, wiggling your entire body out of the strain. You mentally apologize to your tomorrow’s self for enduring the damage of today’s actions.

You begrudgingly head back to your room, passing by the very garden that began all of the events that have occurred thus far. It is currently a late evening and the sun has already sunken behind the wall, now barren and mocking at your desire for freedom. It is a sight to behold however, seeing the beds of moonflowers starting to bloom underneath the flowerless cherry blossom trees.

Seeing as you have plenty of time before dinner, you make your way over near the wall and crouch down to examine the blooms closely. They were planted only a few weeks ago, replacing the autumn crops. During the day, you’ve only seen their bulbs. In the shadows now, they look like little stars. You reach out to touch the soft-looking petals.

“I’d advise you not to touch those particular flowers, (Y/n),” comments a very familiar voice from behind you.

You jolt and stand up, turning around as you do so, meeting the eyes of your husband. You quickly replace your wide eyes and open mouth with your doll-like mask, with emotionless eyes and a rigid smile. You give a tiny bow to him in greeting. “Hus- Ayato. San.”

Ba-thump.

His expression mirrors your own, though his eyes swirl with that familiar glint that raises goosebumps along your skin, covered by the expensive fabric of your modest robe. “(Y/n), he greets you back.

The two of you stand there in silence, not breaking eye contact except for the occasional blinking.

Although in the past, salacious images would appear in your mind and make you horrendously flustered in his presence… Somehow in this moment, your mind has become a void space, like the depths of a raging ocean at night.

Ba-thump.

The moment you hear the crickets in the garden begin to chirp, you realize there is no else here in the garden except for you and your husband.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

You decide to break the awkward silence. “How are you this evening?”

Crrr…

“Fine. And you?”

You nod. “Same as well.”

……

Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

“May I… inquire as to why you’d advise against touching these particular flowers?” You gesture to them.

He finally breaks eye contact entirely, looking over the moonflowers contemplatively. “Hmm. Pretty as they are, unprocessed moonflowers are unfortunately poisonous to the touch.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm. If accidentally ingested,” he continues, slowly going through more symptoms without breaking a beat. “They can potentially cause deliria, increased body temperature, hallucinations, disorientation, and in severe cases, respiratory failure or death.”

You blink, horror replacing your doll-like mask as you turn to look at the innocent-looking flowers. “Why- We should get rid of them then! Why keep such dangerous plants in an open space like this?”

“Are you suggesting we keep them hidden away in a closed space?” he asks, his voice monotone.

“Well, yes! Or gone completely!” you answer. “These flowers look far too innocent to be poisonous. Anyone would think it okay to pick them like any other flower in this garden.”

“That’s right… Though, it would be a shame if I had to get rid of them all. Such a flower that only blooms at night time is a privilege to behold, and not to mention, difficult to attain.”

You squint your eyes at the moonflowers, which resemble morning glories. “Is that so?”

“Mm. I would like to at least keep just one for myself…” he says in a low wishy-washy tone. “Presumably, near my desk or by my bedside…”

Your face twists into a frown of confusion. You turn to him to retort, “What? You shouldn’t keep one at all! What if you accidentally…”

Your voice leaves you when you find him standing just a foot away from you, his purple eyes seemingly glowing against the shadow over his face. The wall looms behind you, leaving no room to walk backwards. Your sides are covered with moonflowers, meaning you cannot simply sidestep your way out without trampling them.

“Accidentally…?” he repeats, voice hushed.

Why’s he so close?

Ba-thump.

“...A… A-accidentally touch it and poison yourself?” you complete your sentence. “As you said.”

His eyelids lower slightly. “That’s true… That could happen…” He tilts his head curiously. “I suppose I’ll just make sure not to touch it…”

“B-but what if you w-want to?” you insist, cringing at your suddenly developed stuttering. “O-or accidentally do?

He smiles, though his eyes don’t match at all. In fact, the swirling purple begins to glow even more ominously underneath the wall’s shadow. “Are you suggesting… that I lack self-restraint?”

You shake your head slightly. “N-not at all, Husband.”

“Ayato.”

“A-Ayato. San.”

“Good. But…” He places a hand against the wall and leans forward slightly, making you lean back. “It’s a shame. I would still desire one for myself, even if I can never lay a finger on it… Am I not allowed to…?”

What’s with this position? Why’s he asking for permission? “I d-didn’t mean that,” you respond. “B-but surely, there are o-other better and prettier flowers just like it that w-won’t cause you any harm?”

He hums as if considering your words properly. “I suppose that’s true… though�� ‘better’ and ‘prettier’, as you put it, they are not. At least… compared to the flower I truly want.”

Ba-thump.

Flower? “S-still!” you insist, ignoring the nagging feeling poking at you. “I-it would be better to not have something s-so dangerous near you. A-anything that would not cause any of those h-horrid conditions you mentioned earlier would be much safer, in any case. S-shouldn’t it?”

“Hm…” He leans in even closer. “And what should I do if I still want it?”

What is he doing!? “W-what?”

“What if I… already experience all of those horrid things while it is not at my side?” he whispers, huskily. “What should I do then, hm (Y/n)?”

You open your mouth to respond, only to produce, “... Uh?”

Your eyes begin to shift hesitantly as they search for something in the swirling purple of his irises to explain what is happening right now, only to realize that it looks like it could swallow you whole. In fear, you hesitantly raise your hands to push him back for more space, only to be shocked to find your fingers hovering a mere hair’s width from his chest. You lean back instead, only to move a few centimeters before your back is pressed against the stone cold wall. That thumping echoing inside your ears since earlier begins to increase in volume, becoming louder and heavier with each beat.

“What. Then. (Y/n)?” he asks again, weighing each word, unwavering as he leans forward a little more.

He’s so close you almost can feel the heat rolling off from him as the temperature grows colder. Dizzying is the warm scent of oak, of tea, and… an underlying oceanic essence?

You snap out of this hesitance and answer, “I… I-I don’t know!” as you squeeze your eyes shut as you finally find the courage to press your hands against his chest and push him with all your might.

He stumbles a few steps back, allowing you the chance to escape by hopping over to patches of grass not covered in moonflowers, only to feel your arm be snatched, pulling your body back against a body, namely your husband’s body. His arms wrap around you, like a cage around a pet.

“Wha-”

“Shhh… there are witnesses.” The timbre of his voice tingles against the delicate skin of one of your ears.

You tense up. A quick glance in front of you captures the sight of gasping servants who rush out of sight, possibly to share the scandalous sight of the lord being intimate with his wife in the secrecy of their main garden. You blush heatedly as this description presents itself in your mind.

It’s not like that at all! He’s just… He’s just being weird! you tell yourself, though you don’t even sound convinced in your own mental dialogue.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

You flinch when you feel him take a breath near your ear, his arms tightening around you.

“You…”

“... W-what?” You fear his next words.

“The moon….”

…..

You raise an eyebrow. “Eh?”

“The moon… looks beautiful tonight…” he whispers.

Unlike earlier, he sounds… unsure of himself. It’s… strange, coming from your husband who is so usually calm and collected with his fake smiles and scary eyes. You look up at the sky. The sun may have already set, but there is no moon to be seen from where you stand. You tilt your head in confusion, but you don’t dare turn your head to look at him.

“Um… Hus- Ayato. San?”

There is a lull before he answers, “... Yes?”

“The moon hasn’t risen yet?” you point out.

“... So it hasn’t,” he confirms, without raising his head. Or least, you don’t feel him turn his head to the sky.

…..

“Um…?”

“... Hm?”

“There is… no one here…” you say. “Anymore.”

You feel him shift his face, presumably looking in front of you before he shifts his head back down. “... So there isn’t,” he responds plainly.

…..

“... Can I… go? Now?” you ask, hopeful to go and calm down all of your being.

You feel him deeply inhale and exhale a warm breath. “... Okay.”

The moment you feel him release his arms, you book it to the nearest room, wrench the sliding door open, and slam it shut before you collapse onto your four limbs and begin gasping for air as your blood rushes through your entire body with pounding fervor. In the dark, you lay down on your side and place a hand against your heart as you process what just happened.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump!

What was he- Why was he- UGH! You grip your hair, feeling the heat of your cheeks burning like the summer sun. He… hugged me. We hugged. He gave me a back hug. Why did he give me a hug? R-right, it was to keep up our image in front of our staff. But then why did he keep hugging me? We haven’t held hands yet! What was he talking about? Did he… does he like me?

You grip the fabric in your hands and shake your head.

No. If anything, he hasn’t met my true self, and it’s not like I… I don’t have feelings for him so… so I should… I should just pretend that didn’t happen. That’s right… Right…

You wipe the excess water coming from your eyes on the fabric of your sleeve.

-----🐈-----

Outside in the garden, standing lonesome is the heir to the Kamisato clan, gazing at his empty hands. The warmth of your body has left its mark, now a phantom sensation he wishes to re-experience in its entirety, if only you’d let him.

Ba-thump…

He sighs and turns to gaze upon the innocent-looking moonflowers swaying lightly to the late evening breeze.

Untouchable, and yet so irresistible to look at. It really took all of his restraint to simply not do anything that would scare you when the delicious scent of you was wafting about tantalizingly as he held you in his arms…

Ever since the day he saw you muttering incessantly to yourself, picking apart a poor flower in this very garden, before putting on a facade before him, he had initially thought that someone like you should be locked away in a cage to study, like a cat. An unruly pet to tame, just for his own amusement in this colorless, unfeeling world.

But after marrying you and spending some more time with you— gazing upon you in times when you’re not near him— he began to crave it more.

And now forced to be away from you for such long periods of time? It was different from when you had spent your honeymoon in separate rooms, which was partly out of his own will. This time, however…

Ayato scoffs, placing a hand on his forehead as memories of these past few weeks come to his mind.

-----

The sight of Thoma, his most loyal and obedient comrade, being allowed to roam freely in the west wing where you reside, even on his orders, is starting to become so nerve-wracking it makes Ayato want to break the housekeeper’s arms and legs so painfully, he wouldn't be able to think about crawling towards you.

-----

Sometimes, while taking a break from working on his duties, Ayato would look at his hands and find them covered in thick amounts of black ink in one moment, and then normal and clean with your hands in his, and then nothing at all the next moment.

-----

There are times he finds himself so dizzy from looking at all of the words he’s written and seeing faint images of you sitting across from his desk, smiling at him the way you've never smiled at him before.

-----

Lately, he finds himself having difficulty sleeping at night in your separate bedrooms, knowing you're so close and yet so far from him. Every so often, he’ll wake up in that very lonely bedroom of his, and find you there on top of him, whispering things only a fiend would ever say— only to wake up again and find only himself. Oh… The things you do to him…

-----

Yet the real you runs away from him each and every time you see him. Why? Is it because you're afraid of him? If you are, you're such a smart kitten…

But too bad. Your husband is not someone who gives up so easily.

If he doesn’t do something about your tendency to run outside the moment the door is open, you might encounter dangerous beasts who wish to do nothing more than to rip out all of your petals and feast upon you whole.

Ayato reaches down and plucks a moonflower, slowly twirling it between gloved fingers. The white of the petals reflect the light of the moon that just is now peeking shyly behind dark clouds.

Just like you, he thinks.

It is unfortunate, however, that unlike the insidious moonflower, you carry no such poison to defend yourself against such terrible beings— daughter of the Holy Dogs or not.

The kind that roams outside of the estate, of course. Not him. Oh no no no. You should understand that the only terrible beast, if he is honest about himself, allowed to be near you should be him and only him. That is a privilege only a husband should have towards his wife, is it not?

Ayato smiles genuinely and sadistically, chuckling to himself as he crushes the flower in his hand and then opens it, letting the crumbled pieces fall to the ground. His head fills with all sorts of deep and dark thoughts, of his intentions towards you and of how he’ll get rid of everyone standing between you and him.

He looks towards the direction you went.

Ah… perhaps it’s about time you get used to him, to understand where exactly you should be.

Right next to him, and no one else.

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xddaengx · 2 years ago

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just peachy ⎜ l.sm + j.ww

✧ Pairings: Seokmin x afab!Reader ⎜Wonwoo x afab!Reader

✧ Genre: Romance ⎜ Smut ⎜ Fluff ⎜ Love Triangle ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of verbal abuse ⎜ aggressive ex seungcheol ⎜ sorry cheol, someone had to be the bad guy ⎜sick seokmin ⎜desperate sex ⎜unprotected sex ⎜ missionary ⎜ gentle wonwoo ⎜slight angst ⎜sweetest sunshine seokmin ⎜ she/her pronouns ⎜

✧ Word Count: 13.2k

✧ Summary: They wriggled their way into your life - they're your best-friends - what are you meant to do when your feelings grow for both of them?

✧ Author’s Note: I decided to repost this as one long part instead of splitting it up as a series! Hope you enjoy! Please feel free to give feedback :)

(UNEDITED)

You remember when you first met them.

The dark haired boy sitting near the back of the lecture hall, his glasses sitting low on his nose as he flicks his way through the textbook. You look around to the other students who group together, all catching up about their summer break.

You take a glance at the pens besides him on the desk. One highlighter and one pen - he had some sticky notes too but they were tucked in the back of his book. His notebook was open to the right of the large hunk of paper, his messy scribbles already on the page. You glance around at the room again before taking a step towards the empty seat besides him.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” You question the boy barely looking away from his page as he nods his head.

“I’m waiting for someone.” He says quickly, and you nod your head with understanding.

“Oh, no problem, sorry for bothering you.” You rush to say, moving quickly to step away from the desk, your cheeks already a tinge darker than before. You don’t notice the man behind you until his hands are gripping your shoulders keeping you upright.

“Who could you possibly be bothering, peach?” The voice says from behind you as his soft chuckle whispers across the back of your neck. He shoots his friend a short glare from over your shoulder before letting go of you, stepping around your body.

“She wanted to sit in your spot.” The dark haired man says to the newcomer, his gaze finally shifting from his textbook. “I said I was waiting for someone.” He adds, his friend shaking his head slowly, looking over his shoulder at you before back to his friend.

“You could’ve moved down a seat, Wonwoo.” The man shakes his head once more before turning around to face you. “We are gonna sit over there, away from this idiot.” The man says, pointing over to the empty seats on the row to the right, marching his way over and taking the second seat, leaving the aisle seat open for you. He waits for you to follow before patting the seat next to himself. You look towards the dark haired man who looks at his friend with a glare before moving to sit besides the kind newcomer.

“My names Seokmin.” He introduces himself, smiling as you manage to sputter out your own name. “I think we are going to be good friends.” He says softly, looking over to his still glaring friend, “All three of us.”

Much to Wonwoo’s disapproval you can’t seem to get Seokmin to detach himself from you. He brings you everywhere he and Wonwoo go, he even added both their numbers to your phone after the first lecture just in case you needed any help going over the material.

“Wonwoo is like the smartest person here.” Seokmin beamed as he guided you out of the lecture hall one afternoon. The professor has spent almost half the lesson discussing how he was unimpressed by most of the essays recently handed in. “Maybe he can help us both.” Seokmin adds softly, quickly glancing over his shoulder hoping his friend hadn’t heard him.

“That’s a nice offer, Min, but my essay was fine.” You respond, trying to detangle your arm from his.

“What do you mean?” He asks and you shrug.

“I got a hundred so I assume mine was fine.” You answer again, Seokmin stopping in his place, staring at you with wide eyes, gaping mouth.

“You a hundred? Like a hundred percent?” He questions and you nod again. “That’s higher than Wonwoo.” He whispers, leaning forwards towards your ear, “He only got a ninety-five.” Seokmin lets out a low chuckle as Wonwoo catches up to the two of you, glancing at his friend in confusion.

“Guess I’ve got a new smartest best friend.” Seokmin says in a teasing tone, his smile brightening as Wonwoo flicks his stare to you in surprise. He nods at you once before walking past the still teasing Seokmin, his arm slung over your shoulder with pride.

Wonwoo seemed to look at you differently after that, he didn’t roll his eyes when you took out your pastel highlighters and novelty pens. He glanced over at your notes every time you wrote down something he didn’t find to be particularly important during the lecture. He listened closer every time you explained something about the lecture that Seokmin didn’t understand.

His friend was right, you were smart.

“Can I borrow a highlighter?” Wonwoo leaned slightly towards you, his bright orange highlighter leaving broken streaks against his page, the pen clearly out of ink. Seokmin has made it clear he liked you sitting in the middle after your first class together - he said that way ‘the smartest in the group’ can help both of them.

“Yeah, of course.” Your eyes are wide as Wonwoo looks down at your multi colour page, your love for making your notes look like something from an aesthetic study YouTube video amusing to the two men besides you. You sprawl all of your highlighters onto the desk between you and Wonwoo, hoping he would just take one and stop looking at you so intensely.

“You know, blue is great for productivity, it’s a soothing colour so it makes it easier to want to look back on your notes - Green is also good cause its easy on the eyes.” You note as Wonwoo finally breaks his gaze, his eyes taking in the large selection of colours. He nods slowly at your words, picking up a mint green and sky blue highlighter. “I prefer pastel colours cause they’re not as abrasive as the neon ones.” You add, just wishing you could stop talking for once in your life.

“The neon ones usually hurt my eyes when I study.” Seokmin notes from besides you, his smile wide as he flashes the baby pink highlighter you gifted him a few weeks ago. “This one is much better.” Wonwoo just nods looking down at the two pens in his hand before glancing back at the pile.

“Do you mind if I borrow one more?” He questions and you nods quickly motioning for him to take whatever he wants.

“You can keep them - I have a spare pack at home.” You note, cringing slightly as your ex boyfriends words ring through your head.

‘What kind of idiot spends all their money on stationary.’ He used to hiss as he found the plastic bag filled with new pens tucked under some clothes in the closet.

“Thank you.” Wonwoo says softly as he picks up a peachy orange highlighter tucking the two cool coloured pens into his small pencil case, the orange one gripped tightly in his hand.

The days became routine for the three of you.

You’d meet the two friends at the campus cafe twenty minutes before class everyday, the two of them usually saving you a seat on one of the benches, coffee cup already on the table waiting for you.

Usually you and Seokmin would walk in front, arms linked together tightly and you gossip about the recent celebrity news, leaving Wonwoo to follow behind watching the two of you. But recently Wonwoo couldn’t help but widen his strides, falling into step besides you as he sandwiched you in between the two of them.

He wanted to listen to your opinions on the gossip, and for some reason found himself dropping his gaze every time you glanced over to him. He could feel the shiver running down his spine, when you laugh your eyes flicking to the both of them to make sure they were laughing too.

Usually Wonwoo wasn’t but sometimes anyone could see the small, shy grin spreading on his lips.

Seokmin always noticed.

Shooting a knowing grin at his friend.

“So, we’re a trio now.” Seokmin says one afternoon, you had a meeting with the volunteering committee for a position as the TA in the freshmen literature classes, so you were late to meet them at the usual cafe. Seokmin glances at the empty seat in between himself and his friend, your iced chocolate sitting on the table in front of the chair.

“I guess.” Wonwoo says.

“She pretty great, isn’t she?” Seokmin pries, he wants to see where his friends head was at, but Seokmin knew a crush when he saw one.

“I guess.” Wonwoo repeats, but the soft blush raising up the back of his neck said enough. Seokmin just smiled at his friend knowingly. The two of them glanced up as you rushed into the cafe, apologising for being so late, you didn’t think the interview would go so long.

Seokmin recognised the brightness that glistened in Wonwoo’s eyes as you walked into the cafe.

He recognised the heaviness that lifted off his friends shoulders when you waved hello at them.

He recognised the way Wonwoo watched you.

It was the same way he watched you.

“It’s fine, Wonwoo and I were just having a chat about some very important things.” Seokmin teased, Wonwoo’s neck deepening in colour, you raised you eyebrow expectantly at Seokmin, expecting him to catch you up on the important thing. “Don’t worry, it was just about one of our roommates Mingyu, nothing for you to worry about.” Seokmin adds, watching as Wonwoo turns away from the two of you grabbing his bag and trudging his way out of the cafe.

“What wrong with him today?” You ask and your friend just shrugs, handing you your half melted drink, his hand reaching out for your own as you follow behind your rushed friend.

It was flu season.

Seokmin has texted you earlier in the morning to let you know he wouldn’t be going to class today. His roommate Mingyu has been spreading the flu around and unfortunately Seokmin had managed to catch it.

‘Wonwoo is still going to class - he’ll meet you at the cafe after picking up some cold and flu meds for me and gyu.’ Seokmin had messaged and you replied with a thumbs up. You order yours and Wonwoo’s normal drinks, asking for two blueberry muffins as well, taking a seat at the table in the corner, your note books already sprawled across the surface.

You can’t help the way your head lifts every time the door opens with a jingle, waiting for your distant friend to walk through the door. This time your gaze freezes as a broad shouldered man walks into the cafe, chuckling with the man following closely behind him.

“Fuck.” You hiss as you make quick swipes on your phone.

PEACHES🍑: SOS!!

Your text is quickly seen by both of the members of your group chat. Seokmin sending question marks in return, your fingers starting to type on the screen as your ringtone sounds in your AirPods.

‘WONU 🐱 IS CALLING’ You quickly swipe to answer the call, not knowing what to say as you keep your eyes pinned on your ex boyfriend ordering at the counter.

“What’s going on?” Wonwoo’s voice rings through your earphones, your breathing becoming more rapid as you avert your gaze from your ex. “Are you okay?” He asks again his voice soft, but sounding panicked as you glance up again.

“Seungcheol is here.” You manage to whisper, trying to hide your face as you see your ex glance around the cafe, looking for somewhere to sit. You make the mistake of glancing up his eyes meeting yours as they light up with recognition. “He’s coming over here, Wonwoo what do I do?” You panic, Wonwoo swearing under his breath as you hear some shuffling on the other end.

“Look I’ll be right there, pack up your stuff and meet me outside.” He says quickly as you nod to yourself, before hearing the phone hang up.

You jump in surprise as you feel the cold hand pull one of your AirPods out of your ear. You glance up at the man standing besides your table.

You wish it was Wonwoo standing there.

“Seungcheol?” You question as you pull out your other AirPod, your pen dropping to the table as you look at your ex-boyfriend in mock surprise. He shoots you a crooked grin, dropping your earphone on the table, before tucking his hands in his pockets.

“I still your still obsessed with those silly little pens.” He comments, his gaze flicking down at the ballpoint pen sitting on your notebook, the small butterfly adorning the top of the pen. Your own gaze flicks down at the pen before back at the large man in front of you.

Seokmin has bought you this pen.

“What are you doing here?” You question, Seungcheol scoffing in response.

“I go to school here.” He says as if it was obvious.

“No, I mean right here, standing next to me.” You respond, your hands shaking softly as you reach for the pen he had just made fun of, needing something to keep you grounded as you ex rolls his eyes. “You said you’d leave me alone.” You whisper, glancing around the cafe hoping someone would notice the discomfort in your posture.

“I just wanted to talk.” He begins, trying to pull out the chair in front of you, wanting to take a seat at your table. Your eyes widen in panic, you know how Seungcheol’s talks usually went, and you didn’t want to be involved in one today. Your eyes glance around the cafe, desperately searching for your friend.

Seungcheol moves to sit down as you stand frozen at your table, trying to will your body into moving away from him, to do what Wonwoo said and pack up your stuff.

But you can’t.

The chair is ripped out from behind Seungcheol, the man managing to catch himself before he falls to the ground, his head whipping to glance behind him in surprise ready to scold whoever was interfering, his gaze pausing and slowly trailing up as he meets Wonwoo’s glare.

“This is my seat.” Wonwoo grumbles, pushing the chair further away from your ex, his body squeezing in between your small table and the surprised imposer. Seungcheol glances between the taller man and your slightly trembling body.

“I see what this is.” Seungcheol starts, glaring at you before letting out a disbelieving scoff. “I thought you’d want to sort things out but I guess you have other plans now.” He continues, looking up at Wonwoo one last time before taking a step back.

You can see Wonwoo’s step to the side, hiding you from view as your ex tries to get you to make contact with him.

“Just go.” Wonwoo hisses out, the man’s eyebrows raising in surprise at the firm turn, trying to glance over the larger man’s shoulder before taking a step back, throwing his hand up in defeat.

You let out a soft breath as he walks away, trying to talk yourself through your calming motions before letting out a harsh sigh, shoving your pens into your pencil case and trying to shove everything into your bag as quickly as possible.

“I have to go.” You say quickly to Wonwoo, not turning to look at him, as you zip your backpack closed, trying to hide the slight tremble in your hands, as you swing your bag over your shoulder.

“Are you okay? Did he do anything? ” Wonwoo asks softly, his hand lightly gripping your wrist as you try to squeeze past him, your body stopping as his eyes glance over you quickly.

“Seokmin told me a little bit about him.” Wonwoo continues, his gaze watching you carefully, almost like he was waiting for you to burst out in tears.

You wanted to.

“Seokmin said and I quote ‘if we see him it’s on sight’.” Wonwoo adds, a smile gently raising on his lips as one lifts on yours, a tear dropping off your waterline. Wonwoo sighs softly, lifting his hand to wipe the tear off your cheeks gently, his thumb stroking softly against the skin before dropping it back to his side.

“Don’t let him get to you, he’s just mad that he lost someone as special as you are.” Wonwoo mumbles, checking you over once more before grabbing your drinks from the table, ushering you outside the busy cafe.

The two of you walk together in silence, your breathing settling as the cold autumn air strokes your face, soothing your burning cheeks.

“Maybe you should call Seokmin later, he’d be better at this than I am.” Wonwoo mentions, his body sticking close to yours as you nod softly, continuing to take long slow breaths.

“Thank you for coming.” You mumble back, the rest of your walk to your designated classroom passing in silence, Wonwoo scolding himself for his lack of social skills, wanting nothing more than to find the right words to comfort you.

It has been three days without the third in your trio. Wonwoo had mentioned that Seokmin went to the doctors and was told he had a chest infection and wouldn’t be returning for the rest of the week.

“Does he need anything? I have the afternoon off, I can bring him some soup, or vitamins or new socks.” You ask Wonwoo, the man looking at you with a raised eyebrow at your last suggestion, letting out a soft chuckle as you shake your head.

“Never mind.” You huff, turning away from the tall man.

“Actually, I have a shift this afternoon and was going to pick up some groceries for min and min, maybe you could grab them for me?” Wonwoo says quickly, your body spinning to face him with excitement.

“Anything to help.” Wonwoo smiles, and rifles through his backpack, pulling out a set of keys and his wallet.

“Use this card to pay, I’ll text you a list of things they need, feel free to buy yourself a snack or something too.” Wonwoo starts, before handing you his keys. “These should let you into the main building - the code for the door is zero-zero-zero-one, apartment seventeen.” He adds, and you nod, mouthing the words a few times so they stick in your memory.

“Thank for this, it was stressing me out a little trying to juggle everything.” Wonwoo mumbles, his hand patting your hair lightly. You nod slowly, waving goodbye as he hurries off to his work in the administrations office.

Your phone buzzes shortly after, a small list of groceries popping up on your screen. ‘Thanks again. If I don’t see you tonight, I’ll meet you in our spot tomorrow.’ Wonwoo’s message said, your face burning a little at the thought.

Our spot.

You knew the three boys lived in a student housing apartment just off campus, the rent prices slightly discounted to help the broke students. The three had managed to snag the apartment together when Mingyu took over the lease from an older friend.

You shuffle the bags in your hand around, to pull the set of keys wonwoo gave you out of your pocket, flashing the small black tag against the scanner, the door swinging open with a buzz. You let out a short groan at the sight of the stairs in front of you, the elevator having a large ‘out of order’ sign plastered over the front.

You shuffle the bags again until the weight distributed more comfortably, making the trek up the stairs

The forty seven stairs.

You counted.

zero-zero-zero-one, your repeated the numbers till you got to the door, the number “17” in silver beside the door. You slowly punched the numbers into the door, with your thumb, sighing in relief as the door beeped, the knob turning as you pushed it open.

“Thank god.” You groaned as you dropped the bag by the front door, sliding your shoes off in the entryway, turning around the quietly close the door behind you.

“Wonwoo?” An unfamiliar voice calls from down the hall, you freeze, hearing the heavy footsteps walking down towards you.

“Wonwoo asked me to bring you guys some groceries.” You spit out quickly as the large man comes into view.

You had seen photos of Mingyu on the boys instagram. Though they didn’t really do him justice.

The man was huge, much taller than your two friends, his biceps probably the size of your head. He watches you pick up the groceries bags with a soft smile of amusement, before rushing forwards to grab the heaviest off the floor.

“I’ll show you to the kitchen, you can just dump them on the floor.” Mingyu says, his voice was clearly affected by his cold, the words coming out raspy and soft. You can hear Mingyu let out a crackling cough as you reach the kitchen, the man turning to you with wide eyes.

“It’s not covid, I swear.” He puts his hands up in defence and you laugh.

“Good to know.” You respond, before glancing down the hallway to where the bedrooms appeared to be. “Is the other min here?” You question.

“Yeah, in his room.” Mingyu says, slapping your hands away as you try to unpack the groceries. “I can do that, you should check on him, he’s been a sad sack all week stuck in bed.” He adds, and his smile grows when you nod, moving towards one particular bag, pulling out two bottles of hand squeezed juice.

“You should drink this, my mum always said fresh lemonade helped clear the throat.” You say as you hand mingyu a bottle of the juice, giving him a smile as he mumbles a thanks, taking a sip of the sweet and sour liquid.

“I feel better already.” Mingyu jokes, ushering you down the hallway. “Second door on the left.” He shouts after you, and you throw up an okay sign to show you heard him.

Your feet shuffle down the hallway, the sound of a TV echoing under the closed door with a bright yellow sunflower poster taped to the door.

"Fitting." You mumble.

You lift your hand and knock lightly, the other hand gripping the juice bottle. You hear your best friends hoarse voice respond, your hand turning the door knob, squeezing your way into the room, trying to avoid letting too much light into the very dark room.

“Min?” You question in the dark room, you hear shuffling before the lamp light switches on, a sweaty, shirtless Seokmin sitting up on the bed. “Oh, I didn’t mean to take you by surprise.” You say quickly, moving to exit the room.

“Peach?” He questions, your gaze snapping back towards him, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he slumps back against the headboard.

“You look really bad, min.” You note, taking a step forwards until you can place your hand gently on his forehead. “You have a fever.” You note again, Seokmin just leaning into the touch of your cold hand. The sweat glistening over his body seems to make more sense now at the burning fever on the boys skin.

“Why are you here?” Seokmin questions, his eyes closing for a minute, enjoying the soft way you push the sweaty hair off his forehead, enjoying the way you dote on him.

“Wonwoo asked me to get you guys some groceries while he’s at work. He said you were sick but he didn’t say you were this sick.” You sigh, stepping away from Seokmin, the man letting out an upset whine at loosing your touch on his burning skin.

“I’m going to get you a cold face washer, drink this.” You say, handing him the cold lemonade, the man letting out a grateful groan as the liquid touches his tongue. You swing open his bedroom door, rushing down the hallway to Mingyu still unpacking the groceries.

“Do you guys have any aloe vera?” You question, Mingyu nodding quickly, pulling the cooling cream out of the fridge. “Wheres the bathroom?” You ask and Mingyu directs you to the first door on the right, explaining where everything is.

“What about you?” You question, not wasting time in standing on your tippy toes, pressing the back of your hand against his forehead. “Good, no fever.” You hum, pulling your hand away from the large man who watches you in surprise.

“Have you been taking cold and flu?” Mingyu nods quickly.

“Keeping yourself hydrated?” Mingyu nods again.

“Good, now go sit in the sun and get some vitamin D, no wonder you’re all so sick, this house is like a dungeon.” You scold, Mingyu mocking a salute with a wide grin before going to open the curtains in the lounge room, plopping himself on the floor in front of the window.

You grab the face washer from under the sink, soaking it in cold water, before wringing it out and bringing it and the aloe vera cream into Seokmin’s bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“I’m gonna open the curtains just a little to let some light in.” You warn the boy, who is lying on the bed, his arm draped over his eyes. He just nods, too tired to put up any fight, he can feel the sun enter the room. You glance at his bedside table, the empty bottle on lemonade thrown on the top.

You glance over the man and his bedroom, a face washer wasn’t going to do the trick. “When was the last time you showered?” You question softly, dabbing at the sides of his face with the cold fabric, a small shudder running through his body at the sensation.

“A few days ago, it’s too hard to stand up for that long.” He says quietly, he can’t help the way the red on his neck spreads like wildfire, the embarrassment hitting him hard.

He’s sitting in front of the most beautiful person in the world, sweaty, shirtless, stinky and probably dying.

How could he not be embarrassed.

“What about a bath?” You question, remembering the porcelain tub in the bathroom, “You wouldn’t have to stand, but you’d be able to feel cleaner?” Seokmin just nods, whining again as you spring off the bed to start running the lukewarm water into the tub, adding the eucalyptus bath salts that sit in one of the cupboards.

You manage to recruit the overgrown puppy down the hall into helping his friend into the bathroom and the bath tub - Seokmin was slowly gaining some colour in his face, his eyes following you around as you pull out a fresh towel, sitting it on the toilet besides the tub, averting your eyes as Mingyu helps a clothe-less Seokmin into the cool water, the man letting out a relieved groan.

“Oh, that feels nice.” Seokmin says in delight as he lets his body sink into the water, dunking his head under to scrub at his dirty hair. Once he sits comfortably in the water, bubbles up to his chin, you turn to face him, dropping to your knees besides the tub, your eyes settling on his face, a worried expression tainting your features.

“I’m okay.” Seokmin whispers, and you shake your head.

“No, you’re not and I’m a little mad you didn’t tell me how sick you where.” You huff, your expression melting away as Seokmin lets out a rough laugh, his hand lifting out of the water to wipe at the crease between your eyebrows.

“I like you when you’re cranky. It’s a cute look.” He teases, and you huff again, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, it would’ve been nice to have you helping me out.” Seokmin says softly, his fingers trailing down to caress the soft skin on your cheek.

He’s not sure what happening, maybe it’s the antibiotics, they’ve made him delirious.

Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s missed you so much, that he doesn’t know how to handle it.

“You’re a much better nurse than Wonwoo.” Seokmin teases, his hand pulling away from your face, your expression surprised as he slips it back into the water, “He kept telling me to suck it up.” He adds and you roll your eyes.

That sound like Wonwoo. He’ll be getting an earful when he gets home later.

“Just clean yourself up - I’ll go change your sheets, and throw out all those dirty tissues.” You tease him back, giving him a gentle smile before lifting yourself off the floor, striding out of the bathroom, and back into his bedroom, stripping the bed of the dirty linen, managing to find some clean ones in his closet.

Within half an hour you manage to have Seokmin’s room looking cleaner, his sheets are fresh on his bed, a small candle that you stole from the lounge room burning in the corner of the room, the curtains open just enough to add some light to the room, but closed enough to not hurt Seokmin’s eyes.

Mingyu help his friend out of the bathtub, letting him dry himself and pull on his clean sweatpants before following him slowly back into the bedroom, the smile on Seokmin’s as bright as the sun outside as he looks over your efforts in his room.

“I’m going to go order some of the chicken soup from down the road, I’ll message you when it gets here.” Mingyu says quickly, patting his friend on the shoulder before exiting the bedroom, leaving the two of you alone.

“You’ve done a lot.” Seokmin says quietly, closing his bedroom door behind himself as he shuffles into the room.

“My mum always said that a clean space is good for healing.” You mention, your hands balled at your sides as you try not to look at your friends bare chest, your eyes locked with his.

“Your mum seems to say a lot of things.” He coos, stepping forwards again until he hovers in front of you.

“Are you dissing my mum?” You question with a pout, Seokmin shaking his head quickly with a quiet laugh. You don’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes.

“Not at all. I think she says some very wise things.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Thank you, peach.” Seokmin’s voice drops, his fingers grazing against the skin on your arms.

“What for?” You question.

“Everything. For being my friend. For helping me in class. For taking care of me while I’m sick.” He says softly, his hand stopping underneath your jaw, his thumb tracing gentle lines against your cheek.

“I care about you, Min.” You say softly.

Seokmin nods, he knows what that means.

His brows pinch as he tries to shake away a thought that can’t stop lingering in the back of his head, a thought to try again, to cross the boundary.

“I really want to kiss you.” He whispers, his face bending down to meet your slowly, his movements stopping as his forehead presses against yours, you wait, expecting him to close the distance, to kiss you.

He doesn’t.

He can’t do it.

“Rest with me for a while?” He asks, pulling away from you, he slides onto his bed, feeling the luxury of being clean in his clean sheets.

He owes you big time.

“Okay.” You say, sliding onto the bed besides him, the man throwing his covers over the two of you. He shuffles on the mattress, waiting till your settled comfortably against the pillows before slipping further down the mattress, tentatively placing his head on your chest, letting out a content sigh as one of your arms wraps around him, fiddling with the hair at the top of his neck.

“Can you trace on my back?” He asks cautiously, he knows he might be pushing a boundary.

He knows how his friend feels about you.

He knows that once his medication wares off he might regret how forwards he’s being, but for now he just wants you.

He needs you.

He needs you to touch him.

He needs you to comfort him.

He wishes he did kiss you.

But he doesn’t want to make you sick.

The room is dark when you wake up - Seokmin’s TV still playing the true crime documentary, the boy pressed tightly against your body, one of your hands pressed against his bare back. You lift your free hand and press it to his forehead glad that his temperature seems to be settling. You let out a long sigh as you hear the front door open and close in the distance, deep whispers coming through the cracks under the door.

You glance down at the sleeping man before pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “Ill be right back.” You promise as you pull his arms from around you, sliding off the bed, Seokmin letting out a long whine before rolling over and cuddling himself against his pillows.

You manage to slip out of the room without waking the sick man, closing the door lightly before stomping down the hallway, smacking Wonwoo’s arm as soon as you get close enough. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You hiss, Wonwoo in shock at you standing in front of him. He glances to his larger friend for help but Mingyu just shrugs throwing his hands up in surrender.

“She has a point, he looked like a dead man.” Mingyu huffs, trying his best to stroll out of the room before he gets caught in Wonwoo’s fate. Wonwoo sighs and glances back at you, his expression timid, apologetic instead of its usual flat line.

“He didn’t want you to worry.” He begins to explain, faltering when you cross your arms against your chest, raising one eyebrow. “Neither of us wanted you to worry. I’ve been taking him to the doctor and making sure he’s had his medication but I’m not good with the hands on stuff.” Wonwoo sighs, his head shooting to look over his shoulder to glance at Seokmin’s closed door.

“Is he really that sick? Should we take him to the hospital?” He questions quietly and you shake your head.

“He’s okay, he just needed a little TLC.” You explain, moving to the fridge in the corner of the kitchen pulling out the third bottle of lemonade handing it to the tall man. “You need to drink this though, can’t have the only carer here getting sick.” You say softly, Wonwoo shoots you a sheepish grin, downing the drink in a few gulps before chucking the empty bottle in the recycling bin. He pauses for a second, looking over to Seokmin's still closed door and back to you.

“Are you leaving?” Wonwoo asks quietly as you reach into the fridge and hand him the container of left over soup, asking for him to put in in some bowls and warm it up.

“No, I think I’ll stay the night, I want to check him every few hours.” You answer, leaning against the counter as Wonwoo tips small amounts of soup into four bowls before placing each into the microwave one by one until they’re all warm. “If his antibiotics don’t start working he’ll need IV ones.” You explain, Wonwoo just nodding slowly.

“I’ll set up the couch for you then.” Wonwoo speaks softly, handing you one of the bowls with a spoon knowing what you were going to do next. He nods at you before walking over to the linen cupboard by the front door pulling out some spare blankets and pillows.

You watch him set up for a bit longer before walking back down the hall with the soup in hand, a water bottle tucked under one of your arms. You swing the door open surprised to see Seokmin sitting up against his headboard watching the TV intently.

“Oh, I didn’t think you’d be awake yet.” You say quickly shutting the door behind you, placing the bowl of hot soup on the night stand, moving to hand the water to him. He had pulled on a T-shirt in the time you’d been in the kitchen, his skin still having a light sheen to it.

“I just woke up.” Seokmin answers, glancing over you and then back to the door. “Are you leaving?” He asks, his expression mirroring Wonwoo’s only two minutes earlier. You just shake your head, perching on the side of his bed, waiting for him to take a big gulp of the water.

“I’m really worried about you, min.” You speak after a break of silence, the two of you just watching each other. His expression softens quickly, the man scooting down the mattress to sit in front of you, his hands reach out for yours, his skin still warm to touch.

“I really am okay, it’s just a chest infection.” He says and you scoff, glaring up at him before glancing back down to your joined hands.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” You ask, Seokmin glancing at you in surprise. Theres a pregnant pause, neither of you moving an inch before Seokmin nods his head.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to make you sick.”

“It’s just a chest infection though.” The corners of your lips lift as you repeat the phrase in a teasing tone, Seokmin rolling his eyes before releasing your hands, his own lifting to sit on the underside of your jaw, lifting your head to look up at him.

“Do you want me to?” His gaze flickers again, down to your lips and then back to your eyes, your teeth catching your lip, your shoulders shrugging slowly.

“I think so.” You respond, your voice no more than an exhaled breath as Seokmin leans forwards, your lips just barely touch, but as he feels your own part he presses down harder. You feel Seokmin’s body relax as you reciprocate, your lips locking together only breaking apart to take quick breaths, his hands falling from your jaw to grip your hips, his body shifting slowly.

Seokmin’s lips leave yours for no more than ten seconds, his hands tugging your body onto his lap, your legs straddling him as he shoots you a grin, before leaning up to catch your lips again. Your body melts against him your hands rake up his arms, Seokmin letting out a small shiver as they tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

You’re both starved for each other, taking the time to melt your bodies together as Seokmin lies back on the mattress pulling you down with him, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the plush flesh of your thighs.

“I don’t want to push you.” His voice is rough as he pulls away from you, his lips red and swollen, despite a light sheen of sweat on his forehead his eyes are bright, void of any signs of sickness.

“If anything I think I’m the one pushing you.” You say quietly, sitting up straight on his pelvis, your hands bracing against his abdomen as you look down at him. Seokmin’s hand reaches out the brush a loose hair behind your ear, his eyes searching every inch of your face.

A knock at the door pulls your attention from him, your gaze shoots over to the closed door Seokmin’s expression falling.

“I’ve set up the couch for you, I’m just gonna be in my room.” Wonwoo’s voice cuts through the sounds of harsh breathing, your gaze shooting back to the man beneath you, guilt slicing through your expression.

“You’re still sick.” You mumble, your arms falling limp at your sides. Seokmin shakes his head quickly, sitting up holding you steady on top of him, his eyes pleading with you. Seokmin can feel the desperation rising in him.

Why did his friend have to be such a cock block?

Why did you have to hesitate?

“You should be resting.” You remind yourself.

“This is the best I’ve felt in days.” He mumbles under his breath, his hand soothing up and down your sides, slipping under your shirt. “Please don’t go.” He pleads.

He watches as you grimace a little your fingers reaching up to push his hair away from his eyes, fighting a battle with yourself.

He watches as you slip off his lap, taking his hands off your sides, giving them a tight squeeze before releasing them.

“Eat your soup, I’ll come check on you in a few hours.” You whisper, leaning forwards to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Seokmin just keeps watching as you leave the room, closing the door gently behind yourself.

You pause outside Seokmin’s room, leaning against the wall as you try to calm yourself.

What the hell are you doing?

Your alarm goes off twice through the night, you poke your head into Seokmin’s bedroom before tiptoeing into the room, pressing your hand gently to his forehead. His fever has almost resolved, he still a little warm to the touch but seems much more comfortable then when you had arrived earlier.

Mingyu is fast asleep when you squeak open the door to his room, a YouTube video playing on his phone besides his head. You tip toe into the room, locking the device and plugging it into the charger before pressing the back of your hand against his forehead.

Might as well take care of all of them while you’re here.

His forehead is cool to the touch, the large man letting out a hoarse cough as you move to make your way back out of the room. You make a mental note to give him a lozenge next time he’s awake.

You leave the room as quietly as you entered, opening the next bedroom door, poking your head in to see Wonwoo perched on the edge of his bed, fresh in pyjamas his hair wet from his shower.

“How’re you feeling?” You question as you swing the door open a little further, not brave enough to step into the boundary of the room.

“Good.” Wonwoo says his eyes lifting off his phone glancing at you before he locks the device placing it besides him on the bed. He watches as you glance around his room, taking in the floating shelves above his bed, overflowing with different kinds of fiction, your eyes glancing quickly at the beyond dead plant in the corner of his room before stopping back on him.

“You should be asleep.” You comment, your eyes glancing to the clock besides his bed - the time reading ‘3:45am’. Wonwoo just shrugs, his brain not able to think of anything to say to you as you linger in his doorway.

“Thank you.” He finally mumbles out, his words sounding forced as he tries to put a smile on his face.

God, he’s so fucking awkward.

You smile back at him, nodding your head as you accept his words. You take your chance, stepping into the bedroom, your hand reaching out for the closest book to you, plucking it off the shelves.

Wonwoo can feel his chest tighten as you read the back of the paperback, flicking through the pages stopping to read the random annotations he had written into the margins. “Do you mind if I borrow this?” You question motioning down to the book in your hands.

Wonwoo nods without hesitation. “Anything that’s mine is yours.” He says quickly before grimacing. Your eyebrow quirks as you glance down at him, still frozen at the end of the bed.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re being weird.” You comment. He can see the confused concern in your eyes, his head nodding quickly as he clears his throat standing from his spot.

“I was wondering if you might want to go somewhere with me tomorrow?” Wonwoo asks, his hand reaching behind his head to scratch at the back of his neck. You falter, your eyes widening quickly as you avert your gaze to the book in your hand.

“I just saw that new book store a few minutes away from the campus has opened, and thought maybe you’d want to check it out.” He adds quickly, he waited for a few moments his hand dropping from his neck, his mouth opening to speak pausing as you nod your head.

“I’d love to.” You exclaim lifting your head to shoot him a smile, “I have been really excited for that place to open.”

“I know.” Wonwoo mumbles under his breath, smiling back at you before glancing over to his bedside table. “We should probably leave around ten? Maybe grab some brunch while we’re out?” You nod quickly, shuffling back to his bedroom door.

“Goodnight, Woo.” He can feel his heart skip at the nickname.

“Night.” He responds.

You fold the blankets placing them on top of the fold out couch, watching Wonwoo potter around the house getting ready to leave. You had managed to sleep until nine after falling back asleep, only waking to Mingyu crashing around in the kitchen, making a fresh coffee pot for the apartment.

He had apologised for waking you but you were quick to wave him off. “I actually forgot to set an alarm so you saved me an embarrassing wake up” you had chuckled at him as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Mingyu was certainly sounding better that morning his rough cough almost gone, you had managed to convince him to take one more day of cold’n’flu just in case.

“Wonwoo, maybe I should just meet you there?” You called down the hallway, stepping out from tidying the lounge, grabbing your purse off the floor. “I need to have a shower and get changed it might save some time.” You hear his footsteps stop for a moment, before they quicken the man rushing out of his bedroom, checking his pockets.

“I’ll drive you back to your place and then we can drive to campus.” Wonwoo says, pulling his car keys from his back pocket leaving no room for debate as he walks to the front door.

“Ready to go?” He asks and you nod, moving towards the front door.

“It was nice to officially meet you, Mingyu.” You call to the large man in the kitchen. “Hopefully you’re not as sick next time we hang out.” The said man pokes his head around the corner giving you a wide smile and short wave as Wonwoo leads you out of the apartment.

The drive to your apartment is almost silent bar the soft hum of the radio and the occasional interruption from the navigation on Wonwoo’s phone. He pulls his car into your designated spot following you hesitantly up the stairs to your one bedroom apartment.

“Hey.” You coo as you swing open your front door, the fluffy tailed silver tabby swishing at your feet as you shuffle carefully into the apartment.

“You have a cat?” Wonwoo questions as he closes your front door bending down the scratch the head of the friendly feline.

“He’s my sisters, just crashing with me while she’s out of town.” You explain, shrugging off your purse and coat hanging them over the desk chair in the corner of the room. “His name is bud, if you were wondering.” You add quickly.

Wonwoo nods, a beaming smile on his face as the cat rolls onto its back, opening its posture for Wonwoo to rub his belly. “Hi, bud.” He mumbles quietly, the smile not leaving his face as you move around your apartment, pulling some clothes out of your wardrobe, placing them on your bed.

“Make yourself at home, I’m just going to rinse off quickly.” Wonwoo nods watching as you close the door to your bedroom, the sound of the shower turning on making him stand from his spot on the ground.

He takes a moment to glance around your apartment, the four bookshelves lining the walls brings a soft grin to his face, his hand reaching out to pull one of the more worn in books off the shelf.

“What a weirdo.” He chuckles to himself as he flicks through the book, laughing softly as the emoji’s your had drawn in the margins, not to mention the copious amount of the word ‘slay’ every time the main character does something to stand up for herself.

Wonwoo places the book back on the shelf, before pulling out another the same pastel coloured tabs lining the edges, your words in this book written in a hot pink glitter pen. Wonwoo sits on your couch this time, taking a moment to flip through every page just looking for the scribbles in the book.

It’s endearing.

Wonwoo jumps a little when your bedroom door swings open, dropping the book on the cushion besides him as he looks up at you.

“Would you mind helping me zip?” You question as you turn your back towards him, exposing the white band of your bralette. He swallows hard, stepping up his fingers grazing your back as he lightly tugs on the zipper.

It takes bit of adjusting, his fingers trailing over your shoulder as he moves your hair out of the way to pull the zip the last little way up.

He can see the goosebumps raising on your skin as you step away from him, looking up to meet his eyes once before shuffling back into your bed room. Wonwoo sighs, glancing down to the cat sitting besides the couch.

“Don’t judge me.” He grumbles at the feline, his body tensing again as your step out of your room. The black floral dress sat at mid thigh, the bodice covered now by a white crop knit sweater your hands digging through a tote bag as you ensure you have everything you need.

Wonwoo’s eyes trail down a little taking in the thin stocking covering your previously bare legs, a pair of white high top converses over the top.

“You look pretty.” The words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them - Wonwoo having to force himself to not bring his hand over his mouth.

“Thank you.” He can see the slight pink rising on your cheeks, averting his gaze as he fans his face a little, grabbing the book off the couch to place it back on your shelves. You bid farewell to the cat, checking his automatic feeder has been topped up with food before leading Wonwoo back to the car.

The two of you slide into your seats as your phone dings loudly. Wonwoo glances at you quickly before turning his focus back on pulling the car out of the parking space, watching in his peripherals as you pull your phone out of the tote bag.

MINMIN 😷: where’d you go?

PEACHES 🍑: heading out with woo - going to that new bookstore.

MINMIN 😷: without me? I’m hurt.

PEACHES🍑: invitation only, sorry.

PEACHES🍑: how are you feeling now?

Wonwoo glances over as he pulls out of the garage, frowning at the soft smile on your face, watching you text furiously on your phone.

MINMIN😷: feeling good - all thanks to you ♥️.

PEACHES🍑: I’m glad - make sure to take your meds, otherwise nurse Wonwoo will have to take over the case.

You let out a soft snort at the exaggerated pleading emoji’s seokmin sends - clearing your throat as you glance to the driver, his hands tight on the steering wheel his eyes focused on the road in front of you.

“Sorry, just checking in with Seokmin.” You say quickly locking your phone and sliding it back into your bag, clasping your hands over your tummy.

“How is he?” Wonwoo asks, and you just shrug.

“Said he’s feeling better, I told him if he doesn’t take better care of himself you’ll have to take over for me.” You joke, Wonwoo huffing out a laugh as he shakes his head, pulling into the parking lot of your schools campus.

The two of you make casual conversation as you make your way over to the new bookstore - the balloons from the opening still hanging up with the banner over the front door, Wonwoo’s hand light on the small of your back as he guides you out of the way of exiting shoppers.

“Wow, this place is huge.” You exclaim, as the two of you pause in the entry way taking in the two story bookstore, the bottom floor holding a large coffee shop with a cluster of tables and couches the stairs leading up to the rows of bookshelves, already bustling with college students.

“Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” Wonwoo asks sticking close to your back as he steps out of the way of more people, his hands sitting on your upper arms as he bends down so you can hear him easier.

“I just wanted to browse - I do need a copy of that Fredrik Backman book for the movie adaptation assignment.” You respond, glancing over your shoulder to make eye contact with him. Wonwoo straightens his posture glancing around at the people around you two unsure where to start.

“Let’s just wander.” You say quietly, moving out of his grasp much to his disappointment, his eyes flashing in surprise as you reach up to slide your hand in his, pulling him behind you as you move through the groups of students to make your way up the stairs.

Wonwoo follows you blindly his broad shoulders stopping people from crashing into the two of you as you reach the top of the stairs - the second level was far less busy then the cafe down below - Wonwoo can feel your hand loosening in his for a moment, fight or flight kicking in as his fingers tightening around yours, not letting you release him as he pulls you over to the thriller section.

He takes his time reading the synopsis of multiple books before placing them back on the shelf, his hand holding yours besides him as he pretends not to notice the way you look down at his hand curled around yours before glancing up at his face.

“Oh, I have that one, you can just borrow it if you like.” You say as he looks over a book, seeming to be interested in it. “I mean if you don’t mind some annotations, and I know some people prefer to collect the books they read but I just thought I’d offer in case you wanted to sav—”

“I want to borrow it from you.” Wonwoo cuts you off, sliding the book back into the empty space on the shelf, turning his body towards you. “Where to next?” He questions you, his hand shifting in yours releasing you for just a moment, to lace his fingers with yours giving your hand a tight squeeze.

“Fantasy?” You say hesitantly, still frozen as Wonwoo starts making his way through the rows of books following the large signs pointing to the section he was looking for. Your body follows behind his willingly, eyes trained on your connected hands in surprise.

You gaze finally flickers away as you run straight into Wonwoo’s back, Wonwoo’s arm keeping you behind him as he stares down the man standing between the shelves of books.

“Josh.” Wonwoo addresses the man with a sharp look, the name of the man making you step out besides Wonwoo, your hand still clasping his as you glance over the intruder.

“Joshua? Since when do you read?” You question quietly, the man’s head perking up from the book he was looking at, his eyes catching yours as he moves to take a step forwards, Wonwoo holding you steady as he moves the two of you a step back.

The second man freezes his brows furrowed as he considers you. “It’s good to see you too, princess.” Joshua says softly, his smile kind as he looks over you.

“Don’t call her that.” Wonwoo hisses, you hand squeezing in his as you glance up at him reassuringly before stepping away from him, letting go of his hand to step into a hug with your old friend.

Joshua holds you tightly as you give him a quick squeeze, letting you go to look down at your face, taking a moment to tuck your hair behind your ear. “You look good, kid.” He whispers in your ear, pulling a soft chuckle out of you.

You step away from your friend, immediately reaching out to slide your palm back against Wonwoo’s as you chatter away with Joshua. Wonwoo can feel himself relax a little at your hand being back in his, your thumb rubbing soft circles into the top of his hand.

Wonwoo had been made aware of your history with the group of senior students, your past relationship with Seungcheol being a big stressor for you, Seokmin had gotten the story from you first hand, including the way you had happened to find comfort in your ex’s best friend, Joshua.

“So are you two dating or something?” Joshua asks, motioning down to your linked hands, his gaze teasing. You move to debate his question, barely getting a chance to speak before Wonwoo cuts in.

“We are.” His voice is deep, but steady, his gaze still considering your friend with doubt. Your face crinkles in confusion, Joshua’s smile growing as he glances between the two of you.

“Well aren’t you two just the cutest.” Josh continues to tease, noticing the small movements the two of you make, the way Wonwoo’s free hand clenches every time Joshuas gaze flicks over to you. “I better head off, I’m meeting Jeonghan for lunch.” Joshua adds quickly, smiling at you one last time before sending you a quick wink and making his exit out of the book store.

The two of you stand silent for a moment, before Wonwoo quickly moves his attention back to the books, his eyes squeezed shut in frustration his hand finally letting go of yours much to your own disappointment, your face falling as you look down at your now empty hand. Your arms are limp at your sides as you step further away from him, confused as to what had happened in the span of one morning, Your thoughts filling your head quickly as you make your way to the staircase, quickly weaving through the cafe to step outside into the cold air.

You pause outside, leaning against the wall next to the front door, running your hands through your hair pulling your phone out of your tote bag looking down at the collection of messages.

MINMIN 😷: I think we should talk about yesterday.

MINMIN😷: you’re not mad at me are you?

MINMIN😷: please don’t tell me you regret it?

MINMIN😷: I don’t, not even for a second, please just call me later so we can talk.

You quickly type a response back, feeling bad that you had been ignoring the soft vibrations of your phone, hoping seokmin wasn’t overthinking things too much.

PEACHES🍑: I’ll call you when I get home, still at the bookstore just got distracted.

Seokmin’s response is quick, clear to you that he had probably been waiting for you to reply since sending his messages.

MINMIN😷: I expect nothing less.

The door to the shop opens quickly, the bell jingling above your head as Wonwoo steps out, small paper bag in his hand.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks quietly.

“Just getting some air.” You huff, locking your phone and tucking in back into your bag as you cross your arms over your chest.

“Is this about what I said earlier?” Wonwoo asks, moving away from the door to stand in front of you, his hand pushing the paper bag towards you. You take the offering, opening it to see the book you had mentioned earlier sitting inside.

“Why did you say it?” You question back, tucking the book into your tote bag keeping your attention of the quiet man in front of you. “What are we doing here today?” You add another question, watching the way Wonwoo shifts on his feet.

“I don’t know.” He says quietly, his hands wringing in front of him, his eyes unable to meet yours as you wait for a proper answer. “I could ask the same of you.” He says quickly your brows furrowing as you frown.

“Why are you here with me when you clearly have something with Seokmin.” He almost sounds angry, his words coming out quick and harsh but never raising above a quiet whisper.

“You invited me here.” You answer, “I came because you invited me and I thought we were friends.”

“Friends?” Wonwoo hisses, his shifting stopping as he makes eye contact with you.

“What else would I think Wonwoo? You barely talk to me most of the time, to be honest for the first few months I thought you hated me, you never made an effort to be friends.” You scoff, your words making Wonwoo lower his head again.

You were right, as per usual, he didn’t make much effort to talk with you, to spend time with you apart from Seokmin because he didn’t know how.

He wasn’t sure how to move past being classmates. Friends.

He has never been good at making conversation or at reading peoples body language, which is why he says, “so you don’t deny you and Seokmin have something going on?”

You choke on a laugh of disbelief, “I don’t deny it.” You hiss quickly adding, “We kissed yesterday, is that what you want to hear?”

Wonwoo can feel his heart drop, that isn’t what he wanted to hear. He thought you’d deny it, explain that you’re just friends but now he stands with his heart in his stomach, your eyes glaring at him.

“You kissed him?” He questions not sure what else to do.

“I did.” You say, “I care about him, he’s very special to me.” You continue, the tension in your body falling away as Wonwoo watches you.

“I care about you too, Woo.” You mumble, the words feeling different to how you said them last night with Seokmin, “As much as you confuse me, and refuse to spend time with me, a part of me can’t help but care for you.” Your honesty shocks the man in front of you.

How can you be so open with your feelings?

How can you say things he wishes he could say to you?

You stand there waiting, giving him time to process what you’re saying, waiting for him to do something.

Anything.

He does.

Wonwoo steps forwards his hand reaching out to cup your cheeks, tilting your head up, your eyes meeting his as his eyes search over your face. “I care about you too.” He finally whispers, his breath ghosting over your lips.

The world keeps moving around you, the busy college student rushing in and out of the bookstore, not paying any attention to the two emotionally stunted adults standing besides the door.

Wonwoo leans forwards pressing a soft, chaste kiss against your lips. You can tell he wants to do more, to press harder, to pull you against him but he doesn’t.

One chaste kiss is all you get before his pulls his lips off yours, going back to just staring at you.

“But I can’t help but think I’m not the right choice for you.” He mumbles, leaning forwards for just one more kiss before he lets you go, beginning to walk in the direction of his car.

What the fuck?

The phone rings in your ear as you wait for your best friend to answer his phone. After your slight argument with Wonwoo he had driven you home, neither of you saying anything as you jumped out of the car as soon as he pulled up beside your apartment building.

You had paced your apartment for a while, stating your frustrations to the poor cat who watches you move about before grabbing your phone off the bed, pressing his contact and holding the phone to your ear.

“Hello city morgue. I’m doctor death, how may I help you?” Seokmin’s voice rings through the speaker, the joke going in one ear and out the other as you blurt out.

“I kissed Wonwoo.” The line is silent for a moment before Seokmin lets out a long sigh.

“I know.” He says quickly, you can almost hear the way he rubs his forehead as he thinks about what to say next. “Wonwoo told me.” Seokmin still sounds so tired, you heart sinks as you think about him, sitting in bed waiting for you to call while you’re out kissing his best friend.

Maybe Seungcheol was right all those years.

You are the reason your relationships always fail.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not cool, especially after last night.” You start to speak into the phone, interrupting Seokmin as he tries to soothe your concern.

You stay silent as he excuses your behaviour.

You don’t deserve friends like him.

“I think maybe I should take a break from the two of you for a while. I don’t want to be that person that ruins a friendship, I’ve done it before Min and I don’t want to be that person again.” You explain, sitting down on your couch as you let out a stilted sigh.

“You’re not going to ruin- what is this about, I’m not angry if that’s what you’re worried about.” Seokmin says quickly, you can feel how fast his brain is going with the stuttering of his words. “If anything I’m the one that pushed Wonwoo to make a move, I think we should all sit down and talk about this, be honest about how we feel.” He continues.

“I just need some time to think, Min.” You mumble, your heart aching as the weight of what you’re saying hits you.

Time alone.

You had been a trio for a while now.

You don’t even know how to be alone.

“Ok.” Seokmin whispers, “We can do that, we can give you time to think but I don’t want you to pull away from us for good.” Seokmin says, adding, “Don’t pull away from me.”

“I won’t.” You promise, “I’ll talk to you soon.” The phone call ends, the two of you sitting in different parts of the city, staring down at your phones like it burnt you.

Days move quickly. Blurring together as you move through the hours without a second thought.

They days turn to weeks, to a month in the blink of an eye.

“Hey, you.” A voice says from behind you, as you wait in line for your hot chocolate, bundled up in a large coat. You turn towards the voice shooting a tired smile at the overgrown puppy holding his own warm drink.

“Hey Mingyu, it’s been a while.” You greet him, pausing to take your order from the pick up counter before stepping back over to him. Mingyu glances over you in concern, his eyes lingering on the tiredness in your eyes.

“Are you okay? You look a bit tired.” He comments and you scoff, grinning as you take a sip from your cup.

“What a way to complement a lady.” You chide, watching the way Mingyu fumbles slightly before adding, “Exam season kicked my ass, tired is an understatement.” His face brightens as he realises you didn’t take him seriously.

“Well we all miss you over at the apartment, can’t say it’s been fun hanging around MinWoo since you ditched.”

“How are they?” You question quickly, focusing on your take away cup as Mingyu’s eyes burn into you.

“You should ask them yourself.” He says softly, “They’ve been patient but you don’t even text them and I don’t know how much longer they can wait before they set up a mass search and rescue.” You grimace at his words.

You had been overly MIA, hoping that maybe they would just forget about you.

Maybe if you caused enough trouble they would give up on wanting to be your friends and you wouldn’t have to face reality.

“You don’t have to choose one of them.” Mingyu places his hand on your shoulder giving it a soft squeeze. “Just choose me instead.” He jokes, pulling a soft chuckle out of you as he moves a finger under your chin, raising your head.

“They would be happy to do whatever you asked, they just want you in their lives anyway they can.” You nod at his words, thanking him as you push your way out of the cafe, pulling your phone from your pocket.

PEACHES🍑: I think we should meet up, sorry for being so MIA.

WONU 🐱: oh, so she is alive.

MINMIN ☀️: don’t be a dick.

MINMIN ☀️: When and Where?

PEACHES 🍑: My place? Tonight?

MINMIN☀️: I’ll be there.

WONU🐱: Guess I’ll tag along.

You spend your afternoon cleaning up your apartment, rearranging the plates on the table, staring at them and rearranging them again. You don’t have much chance to rearranging any further as your phone lets out a loud ding, a soft knock at your front door sounding into the apartment at the same time.

“Just a sec.” You call out as you reach for your phone, glancing down at the message sitting on your lock screen.

MINMIN ☀️: I just thought you should know that I won’t be coming tonight - I’ve been doing some thinking of my own and think that what you and I have is very different to what you and Wonwoo have - even though it hurts me I can’t help but admit you two are right for each other. I hope this doesn’t ruin your evening but you have my blessing.

You let out a soft “oh” as you glance down at the message on your phone. Another one popping up on the screen not two seconds later.

MINMIN☀️: Just know I’ll always be there to catch you if you fall.

Another knock on your door reminds you of your visitor, your hands swiping at your face as the tears well in your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks.

“Coming.” You say softly, unlocking the deadbolt before pulling the door open, Wonwoo staring down at you in surprise.

“He sent the message didn’t he?” Wonwoo asks and you nod, your bottom lip poking out as your pout, showing the screen of your phone to Wonwoo who just sighs.

“I told him not to.” He starts, brushing the hair off his forehead as he sighs. “I told him he should come and he wouldn’t listen and I know how much you probably want him he—” You pause Wonwoo’s monologue by reaching forwards, stepping up onto your tippy toes as you cup his face, your lips catching his.

Wonwoo lets out a short grunt of surprise as his hands latch to your hips, walking you back into the apartment, kicking the front door closed behind him. “Why are you here, Wonwoo?” You question as he pulls his lips from yours, his gaze moving to look behind you as he takes deep breaths.

Your fingers move to grip his chin, pulling his gaze back down to you. “Why are you here?” You ask again, his eyes searching yours as you wait for your answer.

“Because I care about you.” He whispers, his eyes soft as he continues, “Because I care about you to the point where I can’t let you go, I need you in anyway that I can have you.” He takes a deep breath as he leans his head forwards, pressing his forehead against yours as his shoulders slump forwards his arms wrapping around you.

“I’m not good at this. I’m not like Seokmin, it doesn’t come naturally to me to take what I want.” He mumbles.

“And what do you want?”

“You. I just want you.” He answers, his teeth catching his lip as he squeezes his eyes shut. “I don’t just want to be friends.” Wonwoo lifts one of his hands from around your waist, settling it against your neck, his thumb lifting your head to look up at him. “Seokmin made his choice, and this is me making mine.” He grumbles before catching your lips with his, his hand warm on your neck as he waits for you to make the first move.

Your arms loop around Wonwoo’s neck pulling him closer to you, his lips pulling off yours to rip the glasses off his face, before reconnecting, his hands bracing against your thighs as he lifts you up his body, sitting you comfortably on his pelvis.

“I think we should go to the bedroom.” You mumble against his lips, grinning as he nods, pressing soft kisses against your jaw as he wanders into your bedroom, lying you on your mattress softly.

“Tell me you want me.” Wonwoo grumbles against your skin, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on your oversized cardigan, letting the fabric fall open against the bed as his hand move down towards the zipper on the back of your skirt.

“Someone’s needy.” You tease, letting out a soft chuckle as Wonwoo pauses his kisses, pushing himself up on his knees to glare down at you. Your hands reach for him, tugging the white t-shirt out of his jeans, pulling the fabric up his torso until he takes the hint and pulls it the rest of the way off, throwing it onto the floor.

You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him back down to you, his hands bracing against the mattress above your head, his body hovering while he waits.

God he really does want you to say it.

“I want you, Wonwoo.” You say quietly, your nails scratching up his back until they stop at the base of his neck. He considers you for a moment before getting back to work, his lips pressing gentle kisses down your chest while he tugs your skirt over your hips, slotting between your legs as you pushes your hips open taking his time to gaze down your body.

“Are you done yet?” You question, watching as he shakes his head his eyes moving furiously over your body. You huff and reach for the band of your black bralette pulling the flimsy material over your head, your hair sprawling out on the bed beneath you as you shoot him a smug smile.

“What about now?” You question, Wonwoo doesn’t answer his eyes scanning every inch of your face as he tries to avoid looking at your bare chest, his hands scrunching the sheets beneath you. “You can touch me, woo.” Your words break his concentration his throat moving quickly as he swallows harshly.

“I just want to take my time.” He says softly, leaning forwards to press a chaste kiss to your lips, letting out a soft groan as you tighten your legs around his hips, your clothed pussy grazing against his jeans.

“We can do that later.” You coo, smoothing the hair off his forehead as you release his mouth, taking your turn to press open mouth kisses down his neck, sucking harshly against base of his throat, the man letting out a shuddering sigh. “I want you to fuck me.” You say watching as Wonwoo shakes his head.

“No.” He says quickly, “I don’t fuck.” He corrects and you groan, rolling your eyes as you beg him not to say it.

��I make love.”

“Oh wow, you actually said it.” You blurt out, smiling as Wonwoo presses a soft kiss to your cheek before sitting up on his knees, fiddling with the buttons on his jeans before pausing.

“I don’t have a condom.” His face falls as his fingers pause on his waistband. You glance up at him for a moment before shrugging.

“Clean?” You ask quickly his head nodding as you shrug again. “I’m covered.” You say quietly, sitting up on the mattress reaching forwards to finish pulling down the zipper on his pants, Wonwoo still processing what you’re saying.

“You want me to raw dog it?” He splutters, a frown on your face as you glare up at him.

“You really are finding ways to ruin this aren’t you.” You hiss, tugging on his jeans until he slides off the bed pulling them the rest of the way down before kicking them to the side.

“Sorry, I’m nervous.” He apologises, climbing back onto the bed. You just smile at him, pulling him back to you as your distract him with kisses, Wonwoo’s arms sit comfortably on the bed besides your head, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair as your hands make quick work of pushing his boxers over his hips, his cock hard between the two of you.

Wonwoo groans against your lips as your hand wraps around his length, his hips bucking forwards as you give him a few strokes, before releasing him to dip your fingers inside of yourself, letting out a soft whimper as you scissor the two fingers inside your pussy, stretching your walls slowly.

“I’m gonna cum so fast.” He mumbles against your lips as he glances quickly at what your hands are doing before snapping his eyes back up to yours. You don’t respond, biting your lip as you pull your fingers back out, reaching for him again, spreading your wetness over his cock before lining it up with your entrance.

Wonwoo doesn’t waste much time, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before slowly pushing in, his cock grazing your walls at a snails pace. You can feel his lips spread in a smile against your cheek as he bottoms out, pausing for a moment, letting you buck your pelvis against his in a bid to get him to move.

“Someone’s needy.” He coos, the taunt from earlier coming right back around to slap you in the face. You let out a groan of frustration as you push your head back into the mattress, Wonwoo letting out a soft chuckle as he pulls out, pushing back in at a much more urgent pace.

Wonwoo is surprisingly fluid with his motions, his hips moving in a exact rhythm as he lifts himself up a little, one arm leaving the mattress to grip your thigh, lifting your leg to sit around his waist as he bends down sucking your left nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck.” You hiss as his tongue circles the peaked nub, his teeth ever so gently grazing the pink flesh before moving his mouth to the right nipple, making sure to show the sensitive bud the same amount of attention.

“Do you want to cum, Peach?” He asks softly, his fingers digging into your thigh as his hips slow down, the butterflies in your stomach fading away as you let out a long whine.

“Please.” You beg, Wonwoo grinning as he sits back on his knees, lifting your other thigh around his hips as well. His hips beginning snapping into your harshly as he lifts two fingers to his mouth, dipping them inside quickly before reaching them down to circle your pulsing clit, the feeling overwhelming after the nub has been so rudely ignored this whole time.

“I’m close.” You hiss, gritting your teeth as you push your eyes squeeze shut, Wonwoo whispering soft words above you as his hips falter.

“Come with me, peach.” The two of you come undone together, his body leaning forwards as he sucks harshly against your neck, whispering soft praise into your sweaty skin. You can feel his release hot and heavy inside of you as his hips pause, your pelvises locked together as he brushes some hair from your face.

“Can I take my time with you now, peach?”

#seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #seokmin #seokmin smut #seokmin x reader #seokmin fanfic #dokyeom #dokyeom fanfic #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom smut

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itsbubbleteataro · 1 year ago

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The Radio Host and The Reporter (pt 2)

Parings; Human!Alastor x Human!fem reader

Warnings; Alastor being Alastor. Murder, gore, stalking, cannibalism, drinking, sexism

Dw yall end up in hell......eventually

Pt one Pt three

As you stepped out of the club into the swampy night air, you take a deep breath. Stretching your hands up to the moon with a soft groan you go ahead and step off into the night, walking towards your home.

Unknown to you however that you were being followed by two people. One being the very same politician she had written her very first story on. The second being Alastor, wanting to ensure that a fine woman such as yourself made it home safely.

With the occasional stumble you make your way down the street, turning right at the corner of where your home was. Alastor sucked in a breath, noticing the crude way the politician spoke about you under his breath. He had decided on his next victim.

*****

A few days later his voice rang through the airways,

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it's me, Alastor yes it's a pleasure to be speaking to you all once again. Now onto today's news! About a year ago a story was written by this fella named "Roger" about how one of our own political figures was quite the abuser, leading to him losing his job. Well last night he has been reported missing! My what I wouldn't give to meet this Roger fella, he's got quite the talent."

Alastor could not help the smile that crossed his lips as he remembered the joy he had in slaying the poor sap. Watching the life leave his eyes after his blade had plunged into him. His mouth watered at just the mere thought of how wonderful a stew he had created with that man's heart.

As Alastor's show continued you sat at your table, notebook open as your pen dropped to your table with a soft clang.

Your story, your writing, your journalism had been brought up by THE Alastor. Your face split in half at the grin that crossed your features. Joy built up in your chest at the thought. A giggle breaking the steady sound of Alastor talking at the amusing thought that he had no idea it was even you who had done it.

You stand up, knocking your chair over as you jump for joy, laughing as you take in all the praise. You then fix your chair and go back to working on your next story, a smile still across your face, deciding that in the evening you would go visit your favorite speakeasy again.

1922

You and Alastor had been meeting at Mimzy's speakeasy nightly for quite a few months now, each time leaving Alastor with more questions than answers.

Some foreign feeling had wormed its way into his heart, making it beat faster and faster whenever he was around you. To his dismay the feeling hung around even after he had sobered up. So he figured that on a fine autumn evening, to run himself an experiment.

He sauntered over to the table the two of you shared. Taking your hand in his he placed a gentle kiss upon your knuckles, raising his eyes to speak his greeting,

"Why good evening my dear (y/n) how are you doing on this evening?"

His advices made your cheeks burn with a blush. Alastor could have sworn his heart did a tumble seeing such a sight. Retracting your hand so Alastor could have a seat you give him a response,

"Oh right as rain Alastor. Truly. Although I have been quite bored at home. My pa won't even let me work at the family's company"

You respond with a sigh, taking a drink from your glass. As soon as you set your drink down, Alastor grabs your hand.

"Then let me take your mind off of things, come join me for a dance?"

Without a second thought you let him drag you to the dance floor. The two of you spin and dance for what seems like hours on end, the entire time, a smile never leaving your face.

While on the dance floor, Alastor pulled you close for a moment,

"Say Cher, you say you've nothing to do, so how about I take you out tomorrow afternoon?"

Laughing you give your response,

"Oh Alastor, I'd love to!"

Giggling like gossiping school children, the two of you take your seats again, finishing your drinks before paying, and finally letting Alastor walk you home.

Walking arm and arm, chatting the night away as Alastor walks you home. Well not exactly chatting, more of Alastor talking about who knows what, and you listening in gaining information on his likes and dislikes.

In turn, you shared that you quite enjoy Barbershop quintets and swing music. Before long, Alastor and you had arrived at door. Letting go of your arm you take your key out of your small bag and fumble with the lock for a moment before pushing open the door. You turn around to face Alastor,

"Thank you for walking me home Alastor. Please take care tonight, I hear all kinds of men are disappearing into thin air!"

With that you walk into your home, closing the door behind you. You take your shoes off before placing your hands on your cheeks feeling them heat up with blush at the thought of going on a date with Alastor.

"Oh hush up your emotions girl, you ain't in love. He ain't either. You were the one who told the fib about you being stuck in the house all day, now you gotta follow through"

You shook your head as you head to your room to get yourself ready for bed.

Meanwhile Alastor chuckled to himself as he walked away from your door. He found it amusing that you worried for his safety, not knowing he was the one behind all the missing persons.

Wearing his signature smile (your never fully dressed without one) he made his way to his cabin on the edge of the bayou. He thought about his impromptu proposal of a date and found a familiar feeling start to warm his heart.

Walking into his cabin and taking off his coat and shoes he glared at nothing in particular. He wasn't sure if he liked the feeling or not. The way he felt as if his heart was lighter when you smiled at him. The way your laugh sounded like bells in the wind to him.

In his mind only one woman mattered, his mother, so why did he find his thoughts starting to become consumed by you?

He sighed running a hand through his hair that had already started to return to its naturally curly state. He needed a hunt. Nothing like a good hunt to clear his mind of any and all distractions.

He gained a sinister smile at the thought of a hunt, so that evening he went ahead and did just that, crossing another person off his list and ridding New Orleans of someone he thought to be inferior.

#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #x reader #(y/n)#human alastor

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empressgeekt · 8 months ago

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Trolls - Accidental Knight and the end of the world (Field of Forget-me-nots au - what if?) -PART 2!!!!

Okay, so this is a what if off of second movie of the FoF au (this post), where Barb won. This was inspired by the fic "The Beginning of the End" by AnimationFan2006 on Ao3. Pls go give it a read. I highly recommend that anyone go to look at the rest of the Field of Forgetmenots au. And I had to split it in half because I posted the first one at 2:00 am. Here is that first post!

Now on to the meat of the story.

Our survivalist group is now mostly formed, Floyd, john Dory, Bruce, Demo and Crimp have met up with Tresillo, Wani and Keith in the pop forest. After some explanations Tresillo and Keith take everyone (minus John Dory he needed to hide Rhonda and Wani stayed behind to help him get back), back to the bunker through the tunnel network. Bruce ever since entering the tunnel hadn't been able to take his eyes of Keith. His parental instincts going into over drive from the moment that Demo said who the trolling was. Bruce may have been out of the loop for a few years when it came to the royal family, he was fairly certain they were made up of warm colored trolls, but that doesn't mean he isn't horrified by the implications of why this poor little kid was on his own. Floyd is on the same page. They both start asking Tresillo questions and get the truth, which isn't any better then the misconception.

Tresillo: Keith isn't the prince. Queen Poppy didn't have any ninos.

Floyd: Then why did Demo call him Prince?

Tresillo: Because Chico was captured along side Queen Poppy, and Queen Barb is an idiota. I don't know the specifics, but his hermano was the chief of security for the tribe, and some how Chico ended up going with them.

Bruce: Wait, I get the brother going, but their parents let a child go?

Tresillo: Once more pop troll, I don't have all the details, but from my understanding, his Papi is long gone. All he had was his Hermano.

Floyd: Then where is his brother?

Tresillo: *sigh* where the all the héroes go. Keith's brother was the first to stand up to Queen Barb, and the first to fall to her song.

Both Floyd and Bruce are horrified. This poor kid probably watching his brother sacrifice himself while trying to save him. Bruce is just thinking of how all the parenting book he read telling him how harmful an upbringing without a stable family unit can be for a kid. It also doesn't help that Keith has the same hair and eyes that Bitty B once had. They both decide that they were going to keep Keith safe, and find away to help Bitty and get Keith his brother back (not knowing their the same person).

Once back in the Bunker, they loop John Dory in and they do try to approach Keith, and give him comfort. Telling him that Big brothers would always come back for their little ones.

Keith: Would you do that for you're little brother?

Floyd: Of course.

Keith: Then why can't I believe you?

Keith fully knows who John Dory, Bruce and Floyd are, and what they did. He's going to subtly twist that knife he put in their backs every chance he got. They had twenty years to find Branch, and now that he was gone they just show up at the bunker like they own the place. He's polite to Crimp and Demo, Branch taught Keith manners after all, but he's not going to be civil with Brozone. And he's certainly not going to tell them who Branch became.

During their stay at the bunker, John Dory and Demo join in on the excursions, to capture Zombies and round them up in a pen in a dark corner of the woods. While Bruce and Crimp stay in the bunker with the children, and Floyd while he recovers. This allows DJ to start to help more with the outside work. John tried to object at Keith going out with them, but he's quickly proven wrong when Keith proves to know the forest better then any of them. When John asked how Keith knew all this stuff, the trolling only ever answered, "My brother taught me." John feels very strongly when it comes to learning about Keith's brother. The whole situation kind of feels close to home. After all he was saddled with his brothers after his parent's death, just like Keith's brother, and from what John could tell, the brother did a fantastic job. Keith could clearly take care of himself, and he adored his brother, it took a very strong person to be able to raise a child like that after losing your parent. He was certainly stronger then John ever was, All he managed to do was break his already broken family apart further. Sometimes he would wonder if Keith knew that, and it was the reason why the trolling was so cold to him.

At some point, Floyd wouldn't have been able to sleep one night and He would stumble on to a Keith who had fallen asleep while working on a book. He picks the trolling up, and starts to take him to bed. Tresillo would be up and point out that Keith had been sleeping in his brothers room and gave his to the girls. Floyd would follow this information and tucked Keith into his brother's bed. He would put the book on the nightstand while tucking the trolling in and knock said book off of the nightstand as he turned to leave. Said book is a photo album as Floyd would soon learn, and landed open to a page with a single picture. A picture of Keith and an older blue troll cuddled up on a hospital bed asleep, the trolling's hair obscuring half of the older trolls face. At first Floyd just figures it's Keith and his brother, and find the photo cute...until he notices the green leafy vest on the bed next to them. And everything clicks.

Floyd runs out of the bedroom and wakes up his Brothers, dragging them to his room to show them the photo. John Dory and Bruce immediately recognizes the adult as Branch. Sure his hair was darker, but John and Clay's hair darkened as they got older. It's all just confirmed when they take the picture out of the album and flip it over, reading on the back, "Three Days until Branch can come home. Boys are celebrating early with snuggles! :] " Floyd would continue to to flip through the album, while Bruce and John spiral over this revelation. Their baby brother had a baby brother?! He was in the hospital at some point?! For what?! Who took care of Keith during that?! Grandma?! Who was the dad that Keith mentioned?! And they didn't know any of it. Eventually the older two siblings are pulled out of their panic with a shocked gasp from Floyd, who found the earlier pictures, from Branch's grey days. How on earth had they let their baby brother go grey....They spend the rest of the night just going through the album. Seeing Branch and Keith, Branch as grey, Branch missing and eye, their brother with a pink female troll, and an older troll that looks almost like a purple haired keith (they all assume that this was Branch's adoptive father, as Rosiepuff isn't anywhere to be seen).

In the morning the three of them confront Keith, they do so gently, at first believing that Keith simply didn't know about them, however they we're into a very rude awakening when Keith says, "I know who you are, I know what you did, but unlike you I know the aftermath. We're not family. Family doesn't abandon each other." And well, there's little they can do about that...other than try and make it up to Branch by protecting Keith and saving him.

Sadly, things aren't as safe at the bunker at they originally thought. The group had been capturing zombies and storing them away on the other side of the village, until they could find a cure. They didn't expect a Rock patrol to find where they were keeping the horde, and the group is forced to relocate, sealing up the Bunker so that the Rock trolls can't find it. Keith tries to get them to go to Bergentown but JOhn Dory is driving so that wasn't happening. They travel passed bergentown, and look for a place toe shelter. Rhonda needs a rest after two days of travel, and they stop at an old abandoned golf course. The kids immediatly want to check out the living horror movie place, the adults follow. DJ trips on a wire and the clown activates. Keith Marches up to the clown, little bow drawn, just like Branch would've done, much to Brozone's horror. Viva pops out giving Keith a giant squeeze, and pulls the group further into the putt putt course.

Keith doesn't like a the puttputts at first glance, they look feral like a predator and it makes him uncomfortable. He lived with a grey Branch he knows what paranoia looks like, this this was different then what happened to Branch. This was worse. He warns the other trollings and considering that Keith was a good judge of character, they take him seriously.

After reuniting with Clay, both him and Viva pull the brothers, Tresillo, Demo and Wani into a private meeting. While DJ and Crimp take the kids to get fries. Viva tries to should Keith off on to DJ, but the trolling follows them into the meeting room and remains stubbornly in his seat.

Viva: Look Keith sweetie, we're going to have an adult talk in here. You'd probably have more fun with your friends.

Keith: I'm not here to have fun, miss viva. I'm here to talk business.

Clay: Look kid, a lot of the stuff we're going to be talking about is, scary and very serious.

Keith: You want to talk serious fun boy? My family is currently brainwashed or imprisoned, I've lost my home to a maniac, and now I have to deal with people like you talking down to me, because I'm a child. I'm not here for fun, I'm here for progress.

Demo: *whispering to Wani* Are you sure he isn't the prince?

Demo's comment make's Viva ask questions, to which she learns that while Keith wasn't in fact Queen Poppy's heir, he was still the closest thing and considering that's what the rock empire believes their keeping up the ruse so that there's less of a chance they'll brainwash or kill Keith on sight. Viva is ecstatic to learn that her baby sister is alive, and grows horrified to learn that poppy's currently held captive in rock troll territory. Clay doesn't believe them, mostly it's his emotions regarding John Dory and now keith's jab that are making his judgement poor, but he convinces himself that what trolls would be hostile to them when there was bergens to worry about, and how could they trust what a kid is saying. Though, he holds himself as Demo, Tresillo and Wani's stories match up with Keith's.

After being convinced about the dangers of the Rock trolls, Clay and viva immediately make plans to go full on lock down. No one goes in no one goes out. Everyone objects to this. Wani, Tresillo, and Demo, knowing that the plan would never work with Rock troll weapons. While Keith and the other brothers want to go get Branch (one of the few things they can agree on).

Clay: Wait, wait, you just spent like the last twenty minutes explaining why these guys were dangerous, and now you want to go into their territory.

Keith: I want my brother back.

Clay: from what you told me kid, he's gone. You need to move on.

Keith: Just because your too much of a coward to get your brother back, doesn't mean I am! Then again I guess you're already used to throwing him to the bergens to save you're own skin!

Clay: what are you talking about?

Keith: You probably never cared about Branch in the first place, after all you left him to die once already.

Clay: WHO IS THIS KID?!

Brozone: *Share's glances*

Floyd: Clay, Branch is keith's brother.

Mean while in Volcano Rock City, Hickory finally found a way to make contact with the imprisoned Queen and remaining un-zombified pop trolls. He might not have been able to get to the cells himself, but he found someone who could. Jovi was a mixed troll (rock and celtic), who didn't under any circumstance agree with Queen Barb's conquest. It took a bit to convince him to help, but Hickory manages it. Being a nurse, with a family member on the medical board, Jovi managed to get clearance to access the prisons underneath the guise of mandatory check ups and patch jobs on minor wounds. When he finally opens the cell that held Poppy he was in for a sorry sight.

Poppy had been completely crushed by her imprisonment. Her home destroyed, her friends put in danger, and her family...Her dad had been turned but she wasn't sure what happened to him after that. Cooper is imprisoned like her and they weren't allow to see each other. No one will tell her what happened to Keith, and Branch...Branch was gone. The man she loved secretly had been warped away by the powercord. She saw him everyday, but it isn't her branch. Her Branch wouldn't taunt her with her failures. Her Branch wouldn't hold his own sword to his neck making threats to hurt himself, her Branch wouldn't lie about finally being happy after being turned. After a month she wanted Branch to turn that sword on her, or for Barb to corrupt her. Her color had long bled away, there was no hope in her prison.

That is until a dull blue troll with golden streaks in his hair comes to her cell. Jovi tells her everything, that keith escaped and that he nad Hickory were working on a way out of their. Poppy breaths a sigh of relief that Keith got away and she wants to believe him about the rest, she really does, but she can't. Jovi tells her it's okay, he just asks her to be ready to take a chance when the time comes.

The snack pack are a little more receptive to Jovi's news, and their ready help however they can. Even if waiting like Jovi asked is hard. Right now their trying to establish contact with outside help and that could take time. Smidge mentions that they used bloodhound beetles to send messages in the village and it gives Jovi an idea. Volcano Rock city didn't have bloodhound beetles, but they had something similar. Fruit bats could travel for miles, if given something to smell for. With a little help from a friend of his who trained therapy bat's and one of Demo's old bandanas that Hickory found they manage to send a message out.

Things at the putt putt course had been tense for the passed few days. Viva and Clay had held firm about their desicion to hunker down, and no one was happy about it. John managed to get viva to let Rhonda in but that was a small comfort to him. He feels like a sitting duck and he's not the only one, Tresillo and Wani are just as stir crazy as him. Bruce spends most of his time keeping the peace, Clay is hostile towards everyone but him and Floyd, and is letting his anger take control of his actions, John can't make suggestions because "he can't stand it when he's not in charge", Tresillo, Demo and Wani can't help because "they don't understand how things work here" DJ and Crimp don't even try. And Clay certainly doesn't listen to Keith. Bruce had been trying to get everyone to at least agree on a plan, and so far he felt powerless. Oringially he thought thagt Floyd would back him up, but Floyd was too busy trying to take care of that Keith kid.

Key work trying, Keith wouldn't let any of them near him. It hurt really, watching Floyd follow this kid around like a lost puppy. Bruce's theory was that Floyd thought he could redeem himself after failing to protect branch if he could keep Keith safe, keep his other little brother safe. Clay thought it was stupid, the kid wasn't their family. Sure he was close to Branch, that much was clear after he saw the photo album, but that didn't mean Keith was there brother. The kid didn't want to be their brother. Bruce had let Clay vent to him about all these harsh feelings, but he also made his younger brother swore never to tall Keith about them. Even if the kid hated them, he was still a kid that had lost all of his family, the last thing he needed was rejection.

Viva had tried to talk Clay into speaking more with his brothers, but she knows it's a losing fight. Viva had been talking more to DJ suki, trying to learn all about her sister, and slowly the DJ words have been getting to her. "Why don't you go get her" "CJ's mom, was my big sister, I knew I could count on her." "Sometimes family's worth the risk." It was starting to break her resolve. After all her dad had once, launched a full-blown escape to save poppy, why couldn't Viva do that for her sister. When she went to clay about it, he shut it down though, they had no way of planning such a mission. They didn't know where her sister was kept, they didn't have a way to get the team there and back, and they didn't know what the Rock trolls were capable of.

All this changes when a small fruit bat flutters into the golf course with a letter addressed to Demo.

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there will be a part three.

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