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A Misunderstanding

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Reverse Comfort

WARNINGS: a lot of crying from both you and kuroo | cursing | mentions of sex | cheating (kind of? youll know when reading) | angst | mentions of drinking/being drunk | nothing is suggestive!! oh ya yall are married btw

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: ok ik this is long but this idea came from literally nowhere but i decided to write it thank you @combat-wombatus for helping me you helped put ideas in my brain<333 now i wasnt originally going for a happy ending but im really bad at angst so enjoy the shitty ending :)

“Please, Y/n, you know I didn't mean it,” he pleaded, his large hands desperately grabbing at your form while you push him away, your breaking sobs making his heart shatter. “Please, baby, don’t leave me,” he begs, falling on his knees in front of your trembling body, not being able to tear his eyes off of your heartbroken ones. He needed you to stay. He needed to show you that he isn’t that guy and that he would do anything for you. It was a one time thing. He wasn’t even sober. It wasn’t him. It was the alcohol. He wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive him, please, please, please.

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard or how much you loved him and wanted to, the pain that ripped at your heart every time you looked at him was too much to bear. So you didn’t. You turn your blurry, glassy eyes away from him as he grabs your hand and forces it into his; your lips quivering and knees shaking. You couldn’t keep the betrayal and agony inside, whining and weeping at him, your knees giving out before your legs slam against the floor, your head near the carpet as you try and keep your affliction at bay.

“Y/n, please,” he whines, tears streaming down his pale cheeks; his admission of his unfaithfulness drained the color from his face. “Please forgive me, I need you, I love you so much.”

“W-” you sniffle, not knowing what to say. You knew you didn’t have to say anything at all, that you didn’t owe him any words, but you just...you just needed to know. “Why,” your voice quivered and cracked, your throat sore, “why did you,” you take a long breath, grabbing your chest to try and stop the heartache, the sudden cramp that formed where it used to be filled with warmth and love, “do this to me? With her?” You look up at him once with wide, searchful eyes as you ponder the reasons and look for the answers in his empty pupils.

“I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I didn’t know what I was doing, please,” his voice stammers, trying to get you to understand that he really didn’t know what he was doing. “I would never do this to you, I-” “But you did.” Your tone is no longer sad and confused, but angry and fed up. His head backing up quickly, not expecting the response. “You made a promise, Tetsurou, remember?” You glare at him with menacing eyes as you hold up the very finger he kissed and placed the ring on on your wedding day. The beautiful diamond ring that had his initials carved in the interior and little gorgeous jewels that made the walls sparkle once hit with the hot sun was no more; the dark, gloomy piece of rock and metal meaning nothing but lies and mistrust.

“No, Y/n, please. Don’t do this to me,” he adjures guiltily.

“Don’t do this to you?” Your voice laced with deadly venom, standing and backing up, wiping your mouth with your hand in annoyance, placing it on your hip. “You did this to me! You did this to us! You went out! You got drunk! You fucked someone else! And not even a random girl! No! You just had to fuck your ex!” Your voice cracked again before you inhaled sharply and covered up your struggle.

“Y/n, I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“And that’s an excuse?? What, so now you can go fuck whoever you want and say ‘I didn’t know what I was doing!’” you mimic, “so you can get away with it every time?”

He didn’t answer. He looked at the ground, understanding exactly where you came from.

“Hm? Are you gonna answer me, or sit there like a coward?”

He could tell fully well you were just saying this because you were hurt. You didn’t mean any of it. You loved him. No matter what, you will always love him. Trusting him was out of the box for a while, maybe forever. But he can’t lose you. He knew you were soulmates- he knew you were made for each other. There was a reason you guys made it this far and only had big problems now. He needed to find that reason and use it for himself to win you back. He needed you back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, your dramatic hand gestures coming to a halt at his words, your figure coming to a stand still as you wait for him to finish. “You don't deserve this. You don’t deserve me. Please know that it was a mistake and that I’ll never do it again ever, ever, ever,” he repeats, wanting it to sound as sincere as he means. “Just please give me a chance to make this up to you, please don’t leave me by myself without you,” he sobs out, putting his head in his hands.

You knew you shouldn’t feel bad for him. But god-fucking-dammit are you feeling bad for him. You knew you still loved him, you knew he still loved you- that much was obvious. You couldn’t see him for a while, no. Could you guys work it out? Maybe stitch the wound? Wait until the scar is barely visible anymore? Would that even work?

“Tetsurou,” a single, hot tear dripping down your face as you point to the ground. “I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

“I know, I know, just please give me a chance to help fix this!” He cries at your feet, his body bundled in a ball of self hatred and guilt. “I can do it, baby. I can help things go back to normal.”

“I don’t think they ever will be normal again.”

He whines, trying to negotiate with you as much as he can. “Let me fix us. Let me give you my everything again, let me show you that I’m all yours and no one else's, please,” he moans in anticipation for rejection, knowing the chances of you agreeing were next to zero.

The next few hours are silent. Him alone in the bedroom. Crouching on the floor as he ponders your possible answer. You work in the kitchen, making food to satisfy your appetite. He could hear your sniffles from the bedroom and picture you wiping your tears as you carry the pots on the stove. God, he was the biggest piece of shit ever known. What the fuck went through his mind when he was fucking his ex? He only remembers some of it, them waking up in bed together after, only wearing undergarments underneath the sheets and him holding her waist as if she were you. He thought they had ended on good terms, knowing that they were better as friends. He rushed out the door, not being able to stay in the same room without getting sick. He knew what he had to do.

He opens the door to the living room, a slight creak gaining your attention as you stir the sauce in the pan. Your eyes are puffy, your lip still trembling as you try to turn away from him. He only takes about two steps forward before he stops, trying to find the words he wants to say.

“Listen, I know you said you needed time, and I’m not rushing you at all whatsoever. I want to give you all the time in the world to think this over. If you need, I can go to Kou’s house and stay there for a while. He won’t mind. I just want to give you the space you deserve.”

You nod in response, your head still facing away before he whispers an “I love you” before he slips out of the apartment.

~.~.~.~

The next few days were tortue. Not being able to sleep in the same bed he would sleep in with you, not being able to watch the same tv shows, not being able to even be in his presence at least once a day like you used to melted a hole of despair inside you: eating away at your emptiness, taking away the numbness that you so desperately needed right now. The feeling came back- the one that you tried shutting out three hours ago. It crept up at you, flipping your stomach and weighing your lungs down to the floor, your throat sore and dry. Your eyes wet with a blurry wall as your tears build up once again, missing your cheeks as you crouch down looking at the floor, falling on the tile. The droplets containing your anguish splatter on the ground, your raggedy whimpers echoing throughout the vacant apartment, making it all the more obvious he wasn’t there.

Knock knock knock

Was that the door?

Your wide, unbelieving eyes turned to the wooden door frame; the knocks getting louder and faster. You quickly stand up and try to collect yourself, preparing to have a long talk with Tetsurou. You grab the handle, turning it- the door opening with a tiny creak.

Oh.

“Hi! Kuroo left his jacket at the party the other day, is he here?”

Oh, that bitch.

“No. He’s not.” You deadpan, not finding her cheery, happy expression amusing.

“Oh no! Uh, well, here, can you give this back to him for me?”

“Stop smiling at me like you aren’t part of the reason he’s gone.” You snark, glaring at her with sharp eyes as she backs up, confused.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t act fucking clueless.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to talk to m-”

“Oh, cut the shit,” you roll your eyes, “I know you slept with Tetsurou, you don’t need put on whatever the fuck this is,” you gesture at her.

“What the hell are you talking about? What are you, fucking crazy?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, your disgusted scowl lessening at her words.

“Right. You probably don’t remember because you were blacked out,” you add sarcastically. “He told me what you guys did. Now you know. So, I would love it if you would just leave.”

“What are you- Me and Kuroo didn’t do shit last night. I drank like two beers and was hanging out with another girl the entire time,” she explains, looking offended. Your face loosens into an expression she couldn’t read. “He blacked out early and passed out on the couch while I was busy talking with the other girl.”

“Huh?” You whisper, your disoriented thoughts not aligning to a proper conclusion.

“I didn’t go to bed until like,” she thought back, “I don’t know, three in the morning? There were people passed out on the floor so I decided to take the guest bedroom with her. I was still awake when Kuroo came into the room, I’m guessing because he thought it was yours, based off of how he kept mumbling your name and shit,” she exhales, “he grabbed onto me once he got in and just clung.” You glower at her, huffing. She sees this, sighing before continuing, “Calm down, remember nothing happened. Remember that girl? She ended falling off the bed because I was scooting away from his clingy ass.” You look at her blankly, trying to fit the pieces together. “She ended up leaving the party completely,” she mumbled in embarrassment before you speak up.

“Then why did he tell me you guys had sex?” You mutter quietly, although assuming she heard since her head backed up while she quickly scoffs.

“I swear to God, that man. Listen.” You look up into her eyes- her genuine eyes. “Me and Kuroo didn’t do a single thing. I didn’t do anything to him and he didn’t do anything to me. I’ll have a conversation with him later because he is an absolute dumbass,” she breathed.

What the fuck?? You were just supposed to believe her?

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Me and him ended a long time ago. I don’t like him like that and I haven’t for a while. And seeing he was bragging about you the entire time at the party, he’s over me, too. Besides, I’m not even into guys that much anymore anyways,” she grinned and winked at you. The shock and realization hit you like a truck. She wasn’t even- oh my God. She chuckled at your expression; you ran away from her to the counter to get your phone, quickly unlocking it and tapping on Tetsurou’s contact.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble over and over. To tap the call button, listening to it ring as you bring your phone up to your ear, hearing him pick up the phone almost immediately after.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He sounded worried. It’s only been about a week, he had hoped that you weren’t going to leave him.

“Get over here, right now, Tetsurou.” Your voice made it seem like it was urgent, so he quickly picked up his jacket from the couch, and you could hear the jingling of his keys as he grabbed them and opened the door, almost slamming it shut once he left.

~.~.~.~

“Y/n?” He asked at the open front door, wondering why it wasn’t closed. “Y/n, you have to be careful and close the door, we have them for a reason, you know,” he said as he walked in. Even after being at the line of a break-up, he still cares for your well-being. He didn’t even do anything wrong and he was still caring for you as a loved one should. He always did everything to make you feel comfortable and safe, so once he knew that he had slept with his ex he was completely devastated to his core. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you had the right to know.

“Tetsu.” You called. Already back to nicknames? This is good, right?

“Yes? Y/n?” He was scared, to say the least, feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. He walked scarcely towards your figure sitting on the couch, not caring to drop his keys and jacket on the counter. He had a feeling this might go wrong.

“We need to talk.” Shit. This is exactly what he didn’t want to hear. Hearing those words he couldn’t help but think that you were going to make him pack his stuff and go. “So, I talked with your ex.” You speak slowly, not wanting your words to come out wrong. You don’t want him to take any of this in a bad way at all. Yet his eyes widen drastically, his heartbeat racing and his nerves pricking him. “You are just one big dummy, aren’t you?”

What? What are you talking about?

“What?”

“You didn’t sleep with her. She told me everything that happened that night. She’s not even into guys anymore. Tetsu-”

This couldn’t be happening. Not only did he accuse himself of cheating, he accused himself of cheating with his ex, and that he cheated with his ex at a party, while you two are married. And then it turns out it wasn’t true? What the hell was wrong with him? He jeopardized your entire relationship because he was too drunk to know what was going on.

“Wait, what?” He yells, angrily sitting down on the couch, “so you’re telling me-” you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’ in response. His hands find their way to his hair, pulling at the roots and scratching his scalp, his low grunts of pain and fury seeping out of his throat as he frustratingly comprehends what he just did.

You rush over to him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them down to his lap as fast as you can, making his eyes find their way to your blown out pupils. You can see the hot tears prickle down his cheek as he frowns at you, completely and utterly defeated.

“Tetsu, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a happy smile. He wanted to smile back, but he couldn’t control the broken sob that escaped him. “Hey, hey,” you try to grab his attention as he pulls his head down, crying. “It’s okay, baby, it’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around his head, protecting him as you softly coo and ‘shh’ him quietly in his ear. ‘I’m sorry’ kept coming out of his mouth as he clinged to you, not being able to help his want to be closer to you. The realization that he just almost broke your heart completely and he had worried about divorce for this shit made him want to just rip his scalp out. He was so stupid. So, so so, stupid. “Tetsu, look at me, please. Look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hand to his chin, dragging it up so you could catch sight of his hazel irises. His eyes red and puffy, his cheeks wet and his eyes droopy, you couldn’t do anything but frown at the sight. He hated himself right now, not wanting to face the embarrassment and the humiliation of the situation.

“You don’t deserve me, I’m so sorry,” he whimpered in your arms, gripping them tighter and tighter for comfort- you knowing that he needed it right now. You had already pulled him into your chest, feeling his wet tears soak your shirt, your hands rubbing his back and your fingers gently grazing his throbbing scalp.

“It’s okay, I forgive you, Tetsu, you did the right thing by telling me you did it instead of hiding it from me, and then it turns out you didn’t do it at all.” Your cheeks start to feel hot, and you don’t even realize your sniffles until you could feel a dam break at your water line. You couldn’t stop them, the tears of relief. You didn’t want to stop them. You were glad that they were her, glad that they were for him, glad they were because you knew the truth, glad because you knew you two would be okay.

You looked back at your ring, watching it bloom like a flower in the spring, the meaning coming back to your marriage. It wasn’t just metal and rock anymore, it was a gorgeous promise.

“I love you, Tetsurou. Don’t forget that. You’re staying with me, alright?” you whisper into his hairline.

“Thank you,” he cries.

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Let Me Love You (Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Plus sized! Reader (Female) × Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: After finding out their girlfriend has been feeling insecure about her body, Mingi and Yunho take matters into their own hands to remind her that she is beautiful.

Word Count: 4.5+K

Warnings: Body insecurities (remember you are beautiful just the way you are), poly relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), unprotected sex (always use protection). (This was utter trash)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @nanamarkie @minhyukmyluv @yunsangoveryonder

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Watching her favorite boys play around on the seashore, Y/N chuckled softly as she returned her gaze on the fruit in front of her. Picking up a small knife, she carefully began peeling some of the mangoes, apples and other of the juicy produce they had brought with them. Meanwhile she focused on making sure they had something to replenish their energy with, one of her lovers was concentrated on building a rather complicated architecture with the sand under his feet. Slowly but surely, the castle was beginning to take form and the man couldn't be much happier or pleased than seeing his masterpiece come to life.

"Mingi, think fast!" The other tall male shouted as he tossed the beach ball he was holding in the other's direction.

Mingi's naturally small eyes widened significantly as he witnessed his creation crumble down due to the impact of the beach ball colliding on top of it.

"Oops! Sorry bud!" The culprit grimaced as he saw the result of his little trick.

Immediately standing up, Mingi began chasing after his friend.

"I'm going to kill you Yunho!" He threatened, Yunho running and taking cover behind the oblivious girl who saw nothing that took place.

"What in the world?" She looked back and forth between the two guys.

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, Mingi let out a huff.

"He destroyed my sand castle that I was working so hard on!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't mean to." Yunho defended himself.

Not wanting them to get into a silly fight during their vacation, Y/N began to calm them both down.

"Come on you guys, you're making a scene over things kids would argue over. Seriously, this is why we hardly go out."

Hearing her displeased tone, the boys quickly straightened up their act and decided to just let it go. Seeing the delicious fruit in front of them, the young men sat at opposite sides of Y/N and dug into the food. She was grateful she opted for packing plenty of fruit given how much her boyfriends ate. She sometimes wondered if it was because they were so tall or because their stomachs were a bottomless pit. She decided a long time ago that it was probably a combination of the two.

As they enjoyed their snacks while enjoying the view in front of them, Y/N's wandering eyes soon locked themselves on the two women sitting not far from them. Although she wanted to look away before any negative thoughts clouded her mind, she couldn't help but admire their long, slim legs, their small waists and flat tummies. She envied their shape that they confidently showed off in their revealing and sensual bikinis, making more than a few heads turn in their direction to rake their eyes on their glamorous bodies. And there she was, feeling too big in her cami top and shorts.

Looking away with eyes falling on the strawberry she was holding, Y/N suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Losing her appetite, she tossed the fruit back in the container and just sat back, unable to hide her uncomfortable face which Yunho noticed right away.

"Honey, is something wrong? Do you not feel well?" He asked which immediately sparked the attention of the other male.

Although she didn't feel well indeed, Y/N didn't want to cause any alarm or have them fret over her behavior and decided to make up an excuse.

"I guess maybe I'm just exhausted after spending so much time out in the sun. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel room. You guys stay here if you want."

Plastering on a reassuring smile, she gave them no chance to argue or say anything else as she quickly got off the beach towel and started heading back towards the hotel that was just in front of the beach. Her arms were crossed protectively in front of her chest, head lowered to avoid eye contact with the young men who were heading in the opposite direction. She shut her eyes when she heard them snicker behind her, no doubt making fun of her figure. She just wanted to lock herself in the room and crawl under the covers of the bed, just her alone with nobody else.

But the sudden calls for her from behind let her know that it wasn't going to be the case.

"Geez, couldn't you at least wait for us baby?" Mingi pouted as he linked an arm around her.

"Sorry, didn't want to cut your playtime at the beach short." She felt even more bad knowing they decided to follow her back.

"It's fine darling. It was getting too hot anyways. Besides we can have just as much fun in the hotel room as we do in the beach." Yunho added, leaning his face so he could whisper in her ear.

"Or maybe even more fun." He snickered suggestively, which made her blush and cling closer to the male on her right, who simply let out a small snort.

"Don't tease her Yunho. You know how shy she gets with these things." Unable to hold back from making her even more flustered, Mingi's hand that was on her waist dropping to slightly pinch her butt cheek.

"And it makes me want to eat her up even more."

With a soft huff, she shoved his hand away from him and simply walked faster to hide from their vulgar teasing that had her cheeks burning bright red.

"She's so adorable." Yunho chuckled, to which Mingi agreed with. Taking advantage of the fact she couldn't hear them, both of them started whispering a few things amongst themselves, huge grins plastering on their faces as they planned out how they were going to spend their night with their lovely girlfriend.

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Staring at her reflection in the long body mirror, Y/N cringed at the sight. She knew the guys were waiting outside in the hot tub for her, no doubt aching to see her in the dark blue bikini they had picked out for her, a color Mingi aggressively shoved into Yunho who wanted to go instead for a more baby pink choice, but eventually caved into the other's choice. She didn't feel up to going out in it though, she felt it unflattering and unsuitable for someone her size. Stripping out of it, she tossed on a tank top and shorts once more, wanting to be as covered up as much as possible. Feeling satisfied with that, she quickly came out of the bathroom, not wanting to make the boys wait any longer.

Hearing the glass door of the room slide open, the young men excitedly looked over hoping to see their gorgeous girlfriend in a swimsuit they bought her, but their faces fell flat when they saw her clothing choice.

"What happened to the bikini we bought you? Oh god! Please don't tell me we got the wrong size." Mingi groaned, already beating himself up for an imaginary mistake.

"No it fit fine, I just.... I just prefer being like this." She replied as she slipped her body inside the hot water, setting herself in between both of the men, who wasted no time in drawing their bodies closer to her, effectively trapping her.

Looking up from one and then to the other, Y/N knew by the smiles on their face that they were up to something else and it wasn't particularly pure. Taking the lead as he usually did, Yunho brought a hand up to trace the outline of her jaw.

"So pretty..." He muttered as he bent his face down to hers.

Starting off with small pecks, Yunho eventually pressed his lips deeper into hers, hand still cupping her jaw so his thumb could draw circles around her cheek. Y/N moaned when she felt his tongue dart forward and infiltrate her mouth. She gave in and allowed him absolute control, moaning louder when he pulled her tongue inside his own mouth and briefly sucking on it. For a few minutes they were lost in their little world until the third person in the relationship reminded them of his presence.

"Ok you got your turn, now let me make out with my baby."

As soon as Yunho's mouth was detached from her lips, it was quickly replaced by Mingi's, who unlike the other male, was more fervent and rougher with his kisses. Whereas Yunho preferred a lot more tongue action, Mingi enjoyed nipping at his lover's lips. Indeed he made sure to get her lips as swollen and red as possible. His teeth endlessly tugged at her bottom lip, a smirk appearing on his features each time he drew out a gasp or whine from the girl in front of him. Her sounds intensified when she felt Yunho's lips occupying themselves on her shoulder and neck, leaving small love bites on the visible patches of skin. His large hand dove underwater to clasp at the end of her top, rising it up slowly so he could take it off her.

Feeling her insecurities rise up once more, Y/N quickly withdrew his hand off her body, ending the makeout session with her other boyfriend in the process.

"Baby did we do something wrong? Did we push it too far?" Yunho immediately worried that they hurt her in any way. Mingi was also mirroring the same feeling his friend was bearing.

"No, it's not you guys...it's me."

Both of the men looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you sick? Is that it? Why didn't you say something before." Mingi brought a palm over her forehead, attempting to figure out if she had a fever or not.

Shaking her head, Y/N took a deep breath before she went any further.

"I'm not sick I just hate my body ok? I hate being chubby, it makes all the clothes I wear look ugly on me. I wish I was skinnier like some of the female idols you guys see almost on the daily. Maybe then I'd be more attractive for you guys.."

Her confession broke them to pieces. They couldn't believe she felt that way and they cursed themselves for not noticing earlier on about their girlfriend's insecurities.

"But darling, you are very attractive just the way you are." Mingi spoke up, though they could tell his words didn't have much of an effect on her.

Joining in to make sure she felt loved, Yunho tilted Y/N's face so she could clearly see his sincerity at his next words.

"Listen to me, your body is very gorgeous just the way it is. You may not believe it, but trust me when I say Mingi and I are absolutely crazy about your body. It makes you more irresistible and we wouldn't have you any other way."

His words lightened her mood just a bit, a hint of a smile starting to form on the corners of her lips.

"And we're not the only ones who think so. There were some assholes who were shamelessly checking you out while we were trying to catch up with you back on the beach." Mingi added, face frowning as he recalled the way they heard the group of men talking about their girlfriend in such a lewd manner.

"What? N-no, I'm sure you got it wrong. They were probably making fun of me." Her theory however was quickly shut down by Yunho.

"No baby, we heard them clearly as they went on and on about how hot you look....among other things that weren't exactly family friendly." Although he tried to hide it, Yunho couldn't keep his teeth from gritting against each other in a jealous manner.

"And we saw how their faces kept turning to stare at your ass." Mingi recalled rather unhappily.

Y/N felt even more embarrassed now, her hands coming up to hide her reddened face, which continued to stay hidden even when she felt both males press themselves into her.

"But if that still doesn't convince you, how about you let us demonstrate how much we adore your figure?"

Peeking out and uncovering her face, Y/N took in their hungry gazes that were awaiting for permission to devour her. Although she nodded slightly, it wasn't enough for them.

"Darling use your words please. We'd much rather hear you say how much you want us as well." Mingi deepened his voice enough to cause an effect on her.

Biting down on her lip, Y/N's voice shyly spoke out.

"Please.... touch me." She gulped before uttering her next words.

"Make love to me."

Finally hearing the magic words, both men stood up, their bodies drenched and pouring water. Taking hold of Y/N, Mingi brought her out of the hot tub as well and sat her in front of him on the wood extension of the hot tub. Reaching for her shirt, he quickly peeled it off her body and moved it somewhere else while Yunho took care of her lower half, removing her shorts and equally discarding them somewhere else.

"Fuck, she looks so damn pretty." Yunho marveled at the sight of her bare, soaked body right in front of him.

Snaking his hands down her torso, Mingi gripped the top of her thighs so he could pry them open, letting Yunho gaze into her exposed heat. He let out a chuckle at his friend's star struck expression.

"Well? Don't just stand there like an idiot. Put those long ass fingers of yours to work." Mingi told him.

Instructing Y/N to keep her legs wide open, Mingi brought his hands back up her body so they could cup her breasts. He squeezed them in between his fingers, astonished at feeling how soft and tender they were. While she was still getting adjusted to the feeling of Mingi's hands around her boobs, Yunho came up in front of her and began kissing along her collarbone, making her tilt her head back.

"God your boobs are so squishy." Mingi groaned as he pressed them against each other, thumbs tweaking at her nipples.

While Mingi's hands continued playing around with her chest, Yunho took advantage of her dazed state to brush his fingers along one of her thighs. Creeping it closer in between her legs, his thumb started slow and gentle motions on her clit. He smiled against her neck when he felt her shudder as he pressed down on her button.

"Mingi be sure to hold her steady while I finger her pretty pussy. You know how she tends to get."

Removing his hands off her breasts, Mingi proceeded to move them to her hips, knowing fully well they'd be wanting to buck into Yunho's hand. Y/N looked down and watched intently as one of Yunho's fingers slowly slipped inside her hole. She gaped with amazement as he effortlessly slid his finger out of her body and then back inside. It always amazed her how such a little action could make her so weak and pliant towards her lovers. Yunho of course knew this and loved to use it against her. Smiling ever so smugly, he inserted a second finger into her hole, his pace starting to pick up. Her breath hitched as she craned her neck back to rest her head on Mingi's shoulder, the latter taking the opportunity to plaster kisses on the side of her cheek.

"Do you like having Yunho's fingers inside of you babygirl?" He asked, lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Y-yes." She responded.

When her thighs tried to close, Mingi was quick to pry them back apart, his grip tight enough that they could leave prints on her skin.

"No babygirl, keep those pretty legs of yours open for Yunho."

Knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge, Yunho angled his fingers upward so they could rub at her sweet spot as he continued to wiggle his fingers inside of her. A third finger was added to the combination, which had the recipient crying out from the stretch.

"How on earth are you always so tight babygirl? It's like we don't fuck you enough." Yunho expressed, thumb circling on her nub with more detailed and faster motions.

The wet and sloppy sounds emanating from between her legs were like music to both men's ears. They enjoyed hearing how wet they could make her become, Mingi especially licked his lips as he saw how her folds started to glisten from all the arousal seeping out of her.

"Shit, her pussy looks so good. I can't wait to eat her out."

Shooting a smirk to his friend, Yunho worked his fingers deeper into his girlfriend's core, thrusting them sporadically in an effort to bring her closer to her high.

"Well just let me get her cum with my fingers and then I'll leave her in your hands..... or should I say mouth?"

Hearing them say what they were going to do to her made Y/N shudder. With eyes shut, her voice slightly broke into half cries half whimpers as she came on Yunho's fingers. Mingi's hold on her thighs prevented her from shutting her legs and thus making her orgasm feel more intense as it washed all throughout her body. Making sure to keep his fingers lodged inside until she came down from her high, Yunho gently leaned in to press a kiss on the corner of Y/N's mouth.

"Look babygirl."

Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Yunho's fingers pulling out of her heat. They were covered completely in her cum, leaving her surprised that she could produce that much from just his fingers. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean.

"Oh Mingi, you're going to definitely enjoy eating her out." Yunho locked eyes with the other male, sending him a knowing wink.

"Then I guess I better not let her juices go to waste."

Moving her body so she could face him, Mingi layed down on his back and motioned for Y/N to move herself on top of his face, which she hesitated to do. Sensing what she was worried about, Mingi smiled at her.

"Baby, it's ok. I want to feel those thick thighs of yours on me. Now come over here and smother my face with your sweet pussy."

Getting help from Yunho who took hold of her arms, he placed her right on top of Mingi's face. Spreading her lips apart, Mingi's tongue came up to lick up the leftover arousal from Yunho's previous fingering session. Y/N couldn't help but gasp not just from the over sensitivity of her pussy, but from Mingi's warm mouth consuming her taste. Closing his eyes, Mingi lost himself in the sweetness her body had to offer. Flicking his tongue out, he made sure to pay close attention to her clit, circling the tip of his wet muscle around it. As if they had a mind of their own, Y/N's hips began to slowly grind down against Mingi's tongue movements. When she noticed what she was doing, she made an attempt to stop her motions.

"No babygirl. Show Mingi how much you enjoy having him eat you out. He told you to smother his face and that's what you're going to give him. After all, that is what he wants. Don't you Mingi?" Yunho piped up.

The man underneath Y/N responded with a muffled moan against her wetness. His hands clasped themselves on her ass, harshly slamming her down until her heat was covering the entirety of his face. Guiding her hips, he made her drag her core along his tongue over and over, slurping up every inch of tender flesh without leaving any patch dry. Y/N began panting, each stroke of Mingi's tongue making her fall deeper in that hazy state she had been in just moments ago while Yunho had his fingers knuckles deep in her. And both men knew it, they had learned and memorized each pitch of her sounds and every tick of her body to know what she liked and when she'd come crumbling down from the pleasure they gave her.

Knowing she needed a little encouragement, Yunho began peppering open mouth kisses along her neck as his fingers brushed along the sides of her waist.

"Go ahead love. Cum all over Mingi's face. Make a mess of his pretty face." He softly instructed her. A pleased grin framed Yunho's face as merely seconds later, Y/N fulfilled his command. Mingi groaned wildly as his face was smothered by her mound, her thighs trembling and clenching around his skull as another flood of her juices poured out onto his face. Making sure to lick up as much as possible, Mingi detached his mouth from her reddened folds with an audible pop, a proud smirk on his face that he was not wiping off at any moment.

Knowing she was still too worked up from her orgasm, Yunho carefully lifted her up into his arms. Gesturing for Mingi to follow, he carried her bridal style back inside their room, where he layed her down on the soft king sized bed. Stripping themselves out of their swimming trunks, the men whispered a few words amongst each other before reaching the decision of who got to have her first. The beaming look on Mingi's features answered her thoughts on who it was.

Setting himself right next to her, Mingi began stroking his already hard length.

"Come here baby. Hop your pretty self on top and ride me." He motioned for her to sit on top of him.

With hands pressed to his chest, Y/N slowly sunk herself down until his entire cock was safely nestled inside her. Hissing at the excruciatingly tight grip her tender flesh had on him, Mingi looked over to Yunho, who already had one hand wrapped tightly on his dick.

"We really should fuck her more often, she's unbelievably tight." His voice rasped out.

"Well why don't you do something about it? You're literally inside her idiot." Yunho reminded him rather agitated, anxious to get his own turn with his beloved girl.

With sharp cries, Y/N held onto the headboard in front of her as the man underneath her started pounding his hips up into her. Their moans were filling up the room, along with the slick sounds protruding from between their thighs, where they were connected. Yunho eagerly watched them, his hand working to stroke his twitching cock, making sure not to speed up in case he accidentally made himself cum. He knew he'd get his turn soon, but for the moment, he reveled at seeing the two individuals he cared about the most be so intimate with each other. He watched as their facial muscles started contorting and scrunching up with pleasure, their bodies starting to layer a thin sheen of sweat from the intensity of their love making.

Already vulnerable from the previous 2 orgasms, Y/N started to feel that familiar heat pooling in her lower abdomen, spreading under her skin and making her dizzy with lust. Mingi's pace turned slightly more rough. He loved watching as he made his girlfriend ride his cock, especially when he was blessed with the sight of her breasts bouncing right in front of him. He thought it was one of the most amazing sights to behold. Sensing that she was close given how worked out they had gotten her before and by the way her sounds grew more frantic, Mingi gripped at her sides to hold her down as he bucked his cock deep enough to have her crying out.

"That's it babygirl. Let yourself go. Cum all over me." He grunted at her, feeling himself reach his own brink from the frenetic pace he set for themselves.

With aching thighs, Y/N violently shook on top of him, vision darkening as her mind only payed attention to the sensation of her walls clamping around her lover's cock. Feeling overly constricted to the point of hurting in a most delicious grip, Mingi quickly pulled himself out of her core before any of his cum could start spilling inside her. With the help of his hand, he finished himself off by spurting drops of cum onto her thighs and stomach, some of them dripping off to land on the sheets underneath them.

"Oh my God." Mingi threw his head back onto the pillow behind him as he tried to steady his racing heart.

Finally seeing his cue to come in, Yunho fitted himself on the large king sized bed and carefully pulled Y/N off Mingi's lap to sat her on top of his own. Whereas Mingi preferred having her face him, Yunho opted to keep her facing away, pressing his chest onto her back. His voice gently shushed her whimpers as he sunk her down onto his overly endowed length. Fitting himself in her always took a little longer due to his size.

"You're doing so well baby." He cooed in her ear as he waited for her to adjust to him. Mingi was definitely right in exclaiming how tight she was, he himself was gritting his teeth at how hard her walls were squeezing at his shaft.

Knowing she was overly sensitive, clit swollen and folds puffed up, Yunho decided to go for a more slow and sensual pace. His hands gently rolled her hips to move on top of him, soft and blissful sighs being breathed out of their mouths. He made sure not to overwhelm her, and he himself wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. When he heard her agitated moan, he let her relax on top of him as his hips took over. He was careful not to snap his hips too aggressively, still being gentle and precise with each thrust he shot up at her. With one hand sliding in between her legs, his fingers brushed against her pinkied clit before carefully circling around it.

"You're so beautiful my dear. Absolutely perfect." He murmured against her neck whilst his lips pressed tiny kisses on her warm skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt his pace slightly speed up, causing her body to jolt forward, which was stopped from falling when Yunho's arms held her in a tight embrace to keep her close to him. She knew she was definitely waking up sore the next morning, her thighs were already burning from cumming so much and from being bounced on top of two monster cocks that belonged to her tall boyfriends. Her 4th orgasm of the night slowly and silently crept up on her, rendering her almost numb to everything except the dull sting of her juices pouring out once more onto Yunho's cock. Even after she felt him pull out and coat her backside with his hot seed, she was still in hazy state, worn out after all the attention the two men bestowed upon them. The last thing she saw before passing out on the bed was Yunho's voice purring in her ear:

"Remember Mingi and I love you just the way you are..."

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hi tiger! i really love your work abt hq captains as ur bf. u made my heart woosh and pit pat hard. can i make a request? an hc on how would karasuno boys take care of you when u are sick? 👉👈

☽ a/n: omg that description lmao ilysm im so glad you liked it !!! and thanks so much for sending in a request i hope this would make your heart go woosh & pit pat hard too 💗😋 im sorry too this took so long i got so busy with college! (this is still in school setting btw)

haikyuu!! captains & how they take care of you when you’re sick

✧ DAICHI SAWAMURA

daichi drops everything at an instant for you

— both as a volleyball player and a senior, daichi knows how to help his teammates inside and outside the court. he thinks having the role of a captain developed his natural tendency to always look out for and take care of others especially the people around him. however, when it comes to you, his willingness and capacity to care for another doubles. he could be in the middle of practice or in the classroom listening to a lecture, but once he receives a text that you saw your school’s nurse because you weren’t feeling well, everything else but you loses importance to him. he’d ask coach or the teacher if he could excuse himself as this counts as an emergency. he wants to attend to you personally because daichi doesn’t think a simple text or call would suffice. the degree of your sickness doesn’t matter to him too. “daichi, you didn’t have to come i was just feeling a little dizzy that’s all.” daichi only lets out a chuckle at this and kisses your forehead, “i’ll always be there when my baby needs me.”

✧ TOORU OIKAWA

oikawa treats you like royalty

— even after watching hundreds of oikawa’s volleyball matches and witnessing his sets and spikes, his speed when he sees you try to get out of bed when you’re sick is unparalleled. to say that he wouldn’t let you lift a finger is an understatement. he isn’t underestimating your strength, he knows you are strong. but for him, he thinks that it’s the least he could do. it irks oikawa that he couldn’t physically remove your sickness away so, for him, nursing you back to health is his #1 job. you must admit it is kind of amusing and borderline silly to see the cocky volleyball player image oikawa puts on quickly replaced by a panicked concerned boyfriend when he sees you exert effort too much his liking. “honey, i have a cold. i can stand on my own, i am not dying.” you explain. “as your king i am obliged to be at your service!” he dramatically bows and kisses the back of your hand while you roll your eyes. you hate to see him go frantic about a trivial and temporary thing but your heart swells at the amount of effort he puts in for you.

✧ TETSUROU KUROO

kuroo runs you a bath

— kuroo hated seeing you sick. it breaks his heart to see you in such a weak state, example when you lose your appetite or your energy to even do the simplest of things. he’d never admit it out loud but he is actually annoyed that out of all people, you get to be sick. so when you’re feeling unwell, without you even saying a word, kuroo’s already on his move to lend you a hand. when you wake up from your much needed naps, there’s always already a glass of water, medicines, and warm soup waiting beside you. declining kuroo’s offer to feed you, he then proceeds to setup a bath for you instead while you eat in bed. as soon as your done, kuroo puts the dishes on the sink and gets back to you. he crouches down on your once again resting state on bed, caresses your cheeks and gently whispers, “hey. time for a bath?” you give him a small nod and appreciative smile, “a warm one please.” kuroo hums as confirmation. he kisses your forehead and wraps an arm on your back and another arm on the back of your knees, “hold my neck, baby.” he carries you all the way to the bathroom and asks you if do you want him to stay and help or keep you company while you relax on the tub, which you’d no doubt say yes to. as you feel kuroo’s hands massage your temples from his chair outside the tub, you couldn’t help but get one of his hands and kiss the back of it as a non-verbal thank you and i love you.

✧ KOUTAROU BOKUTO

bokuto never leaves your side

— bokuto is already a clingy boyfriend on a normal day, so what if he finds out you are sick? he’d be too worried to lay off his eyes off of you even for a second. bokuto thinks the greatest way he could help alleviate the pain you’re feeling is staying by your side. when you’re walking around the house, he won’t insist you to stop but you’ll have his eyes following you around. if you didn’t tell him you’d be fine to walk around on your own, you’d never stop having a shadow named bokuto koutarou following you around. so instead, he is on full alert if ever you need him to do something for you. he volunteers to be at your beck and call. and honestly, you find comfort with this. even just the feeling of his presence around makes you feel more ease than the usual tension you have when you’re sick. as bokuto gently hugs you from behind as you take a nap, you guiltily whisper, “bo, you don’t need to stay with me all the time. won’t you get sick too?” after realizing he spent all day at your side. bokuto frowns a bit, “look at my muscles, baby, these are too tough to get sick!” you lightly chuckle, “even the strongest men get sick, you know? and i don’t want that.” bokuto only hugs you even tighter and buries his head on your hair, “well that’s too bad. i’d rather get sick than be far away from you when you need me.” sickness aside, safe to say you both fell asleep with the most lovely smiles.

�� SHINSUKE KITA

kita brings you everything

— kita is a very observant boyfriend. he always knows what to say and what to do in different situations. these situations include when you’re sick. one text of “my love, i can’t go to school today. i’m sick.” sent to him, he’d immediately know what to do. he calls it the “sick baby care package”. medicines? check. bottle of water? check snacks? check. kita once bought atsumu food and drinks when atsumu forgot to take care of himself. what more of it’s his partner? even with the necessities already in his bag, he would still go to a nearby store and ask you what else do you need. he prioritizes your needs above anything else especially he knows how much discomfort being sick brings. after a small reprimand of not looking after yourself, “what would you do if i wasn’t here, huh?” he lightly teases. “i’d probably still be sick. but alone.” you pout and tease back. his shoulders shake a little as he lets out a small chuckle and leans down to give you a kiss, “good thing i’m not going anywhere then.”

✧ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

ushijima searches up recipes and cooks meals for you

— the captain of shiratorizawa is a silent worrier. behind his brooding and intimidating exterior is a warm and kind heart. when he finds out your sick, it may not show on his stoic face but his mind’s an entanglement of thoughts worrying about you. does your head hurt? have you taken your medicines? do you have food? he wants to bombard you with these questions for his peace of mind but he knows better than to bother you even more. so after his errands at school, he immediately sends you a text that he’s on his way to you. seeing you sleeping on your bed when he arrives, he goes to the kitchen to inspect the food stored. as an athlete, ushijima knows that one of the best things to help you get back on your feet is digestion of healthy food. and as your boyfriend, he would love nothing more than that to happen. trying to minimize the loud sounds, ushijima then proceeds to open his phone and searches simple soup recipes when sick. a gentle tap on your shoulder and a hushed “hey” wakes you up from your slumber. when you wake up, there’s already a glass of water, medicines, and warm soup waiting beside you. “hey, you came.” despite your uneasiness, you smile as you see ushijima. he reciprocated your smile and a nod as if saying of course he wouldn’t be anywhere else. he sits beside you and gets the soup he just cooked, “i know you haven’t eaten yet, love. so here you go.” you ask him where and when he bought that when you saw the soup was on your bowl and not a takeout. ushijima slightly blushes and admits he cooked it for you. who would’ve thought, huh? you just let out a giggle and push yourself off the headboard to give his cheek a kiss before accepting his relentless offer to feed you.

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"For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Words: 4k

Summary: Suffering lovers and hearts to be mended and stitched back together

Part One “I love you more than the sky and the ground but I can’t do this anymore.”

Part Two “No, it’s over. She ended it.”

(This one is quite long! How hopes and dreams turn into the most painful writing one could ever print. Please, I wish for my own heart to mend as Sirius’ will.)

The next few weeks were nothing but tragic. Lily could barely get you out of your bed nevertheless to class. It seemed that the fight, the breakup, the hurting wore down your stamina until you were not able to stand. It was worse after the party. Before, you could numb the pain of losing Sirius by distracting yourself with rewriting notes and organizing your room. But after the party, after seeing the love of your life lip-locked with another girl, kissing her the way he should kiss you, something in you broke.

Lily sat gently on your bed, placing the cup of warm tea on your table. She whispered kindly, “We have class in an hour, you missed breakfast but I brought you a cuppa.” She moved the duvet that covered your face to see your innocent watering eyes looking up at her. She sighed and smoothed out your hair, feeling the shutters of cries leave your lips. “You need to go to class, Y/N. I can’t keep telling McGonagall you’re sick without her sending you to St. Mungos.” 

“I don’t want to go.”

“Think about it this way,” Lily continued to run her fingers through your hair. She was thankful she had been able to get you to take a warm shower yesterday and change your pajamas, “If you go, you get it done and over with. Then you can come back and we can lay in your bed all afternoon.”

“I’m tired.”

“That’s why I brought you tea. Come on, love, it’s really time to get up.” Lily said gently, pushing the duvet so it was only covering your torso. Instead of sitting up, you blinked back tears before sputtering out.

“I made a mistake, didn’t I?” you covered your mouth, clutching your eyes shut to let out a cry. “I made a mistake breaking up with him. I’m an idiot. I’m a fool.”

“No, no,” Lily cooed, moving your hand from your mouth and petting your cheek, “No, you didn’t. You did what you thought was right at the time.”

“Then why does it hurt so bad?”

Lily didn’t have the answer, she could only reply with the utmost sympathy, “because you still love him.”

“Get up, you sad sack of shit. We’ve got charms in twenty minutes.” James flung the covers off of Sirius. His nose wrinkled at the sight of crumpled tissues that littered his bed. “That’s disgusting. Those tissues better not be from what I think it’s from.”

“You’re a right prick,” Sirius tried to smile, his lips cracked and chapped. 

“You’re not staying in bed anymore, and frankly you smell like shit.”

“It’s true,” Remus chimed in, straightening his tie and his hair. 

“So what? Leave me here. I don’t want to go anyways.”

“Right. Listen, Pads, we’ve been kind to you for a while now, but now, and I say this as sweetly and as loving as I can, we’re getting quite sick of your sulking.” James rolled his eyes.

“Oh wow, thanks,” Sirius said sarcastically, buttoning his shirt up. “You really know how to rip the plaster off, yeah?”

“Maybe if we obliviate you, you’ll become yourself once more,” Remus said wittily.

“I’ll permit it if it allows my memory to forget kissing that girl at the party.” Sirius nearly threw up at the memory of that girl’s lips on his.

James shrugged, throwing a tie at Sirius, “Well, we mean it with love and we know the break up has been hard but-”

“But?”

“But we miss our friend.” Peter finished. Remus nodded in agreement.

“It’s not easy, is all,” Sirius mumbled after brushing his teeth. 

James slapped his hand on his shoulder and said confidently, “No, it’s not. But that’s why we’ll all go through it together, as brothers.” and swiftly lead him out of the dorm room.

As Lily locked her arms in yours and the two of you walked from the Great Hall to class, you were distracted by the open windows of the corridors. The courtyard, which had just been littered with brown, orange, and red leaves, set a moment of comfort in your bones. You always enjoyed autumn, mostly because it was in fall when Sirius had first told you he loved you. You shook that memory out of your mind and looked at the hallway instead. Coincidentally, much to both Sirius and your demise, the marauders and Lily had accidentally crossed paths with each other on the way to class. Eyes like magnets were drawn close together as Sirius looked at you with storming emotions. He looked as if he hadn’t slept, and if he did manage to close his eyes, nightmares in the forms of memories followed him. To be fair, you didn’t look all that right either. Though you didn’t have as prominent bags under your eyes, underneath your loose clothing was skin and bone. Your appetite had lost you and eating became difficult as most of the time you felt sick to even think about food. Sirius looked at you, lost and longing, and you stared with the same intensity, wishing to be in his arms, to sleep for years and kiss until the sun explodes.

“Ms. Y/L/N, will you please stay after class?” McGonagall’s voice rang out in her sharp tone. You froze and looked at Lily worriedly who shrugged.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry. Meet me in the common room after,” Lily whispered, squeezing your arm before leaving the classroom. It was loud and full of chatter from the students who excitedly were headed to dinner. You waited, pushing hair behind your ears nervously as the students collected their things and filed out of the room. Then, it was silent. You approached McGonagall’s office in the back of her classroom slowly, dreading whatever scolding she would give you. As you pushed open the door, you thought in your head quickly, you had handed in the homework, taken notes in class, raised your hand when asked a question, you couldn’t place anything you did particularly wrong and yet your palms began to sweat.

“Yes, Professor?” you asked with a small voice. McGonagall looked up from her desk and peered at you from her glasses. “Have I done something wrong?”

“Do you think you have done something wrong?”  

“I don’t reckon so, but I’m open to hearing any criticism if need be.” you focused on keeping your voice steady.

“Although, I’m sure you know the answer already, do you know what my particular job is here at Hogwarts?”

You bit your lip, “You’re a professor, perhaps one of the best ones here, of my favorites as well.”

“While I enjoy your compliment,” McGonagall sighed, “I am also the head of the Gryffindor house.”

“Yes, of course.” you nodded.

“And, with such a job comes the responsibility of looking after my students as if they were my own.”

“I’m not sure I understand, Professor.” 

“Sit, please, Ms. Y/L/N.” McGonagall motioned to the seat in front of her desk, a nice plush armchair with maroon velvet. “Despite the belief of my students, I do care, and I notice especially when a particular student seems out of place.” 

You sat on the edge of the seat and played with the threads of your sweater. “If it is my work that is not up to standard, I am sure I can revise or revisit whatever it is that has gotten low marks.”

“Your school work is hardly of the matter here,” Professor looked at the small girl in front of her. Once fiery and loud turned into a pebble on the floor. She admired and quite enjoyed having you as a student and took great pride in knowing you wore the Gryffindor sigil on your robes. But, like your friends, she had noticed an extreme change in demeanor in the past few weeks. “Are you doing alright, Y/N?” she asked kindly.

You looked up in surprise, “Yes, Professor. Though I will say, I will be disappointed if any of my homework or essays have been less than acceptable. I seem to be going through a little bit of a rough patch, I suppose.”

“I noticed,” you froze as McGonagall spoke, “Does this have anything to do with Mr. Black?”

“I-” you couldn’t think of an excuse. McGonagall put her hand up to stop your from speaking,

“Please, I may be older and I may be a teacher, but the students here seem to forget the Professors hear everything.”

You began to beg, “Professor, please, I promise whatever had happened will not affect my school nor my studies-”

She cut you off, “Have a biscuit, Y/L/N.” she motioned to the biscuit tin in front of her desk. When you showed signs of being wary, she opened the top of the tin and pushed it closer to you. Your hands shook as you took one and began to nibble on the edges.

“I do not speak of this, and I trust whatever I tell you and whatever you tell me stays in this office,” she started, you nodded furiously and she continued, “when I was younger, much much younger, perhaps about your age, I too fell in love.”

Your mouth fell agape.

“Dougal McGregor. I met him after my years at Hogwarts before I began my position at the ministry. It was, as most would say, a teenage love affair. We were much like you and Mr. Black. We argued senselessly, but we nevertheless loved each other. When he proposed, I was delighted. I accepted immediately.” your eyebrows rose to ask questions, however, McGonagall merely pushed the biscuit tin towards you again. You complied and took another.

“However, at the time, marriage between a muggle and a witch was proven more difficult than current times. Spouses of magical descent were forbidden to tell anyone of their skills in the wizarding world, and it. Well. The idea of living in a world without magic was unbearable. I had to make a decision.”

“What happened then, Professor?”

“I thought rejecting his proposal would be right for both of us, Dougal and I. I thought it was unfair to be kept in a magic-less marriage whilst Dougal would, in turn, be lied to every day. I made a decision and as a result,” her voice became low, almost sensitive, “I broke his heart and mine as well.”

“Oh Professor, I’m so sorry.”

“While it is in the past, I do think about him often. But, I suppose the feelings you are currently experiencing are what I felt when I left for the last time to London.”

“I see. Forgive me, Professor, why are you telling me this?” 

“Because I want you to know the consequences of decision making. The difference between truly thinking with your head and with your heart.” 

“Did you regret leaving?”

McGonagall pursed her lips in thought, the wrinkles shown prominently near her eyes, “Yes and no. I am overjoyed and proud to stand as the witch I am today. Becoming a professor and working with students, no matter how particularly unenjoyable some are, is a passion. However, it would be ignorant to say I did not frequently think about if I had stayed and married Dougal.”

“What happened to him?”

“I received a letter numerous months later, my mother had told me, Dougal married and was expecting his firstborn.”

“Oh,” you whispered.

“I find it humorous to sit here,” McGonagall gave you a wrinkled small smile.

“How so, Professor?”

“Because when I was heartbroken, the first person I told was my own teacher, you may know him now as Headmaster Dumbledore.”

“Really?” you asked in surprise.

“Yes, we sat here at my desk whilst I told him of my heartache. And now, I sit here, with my own favorite student, discussing hers.”

“I’m not sure if I would call it heartache, Professor,” 

“Then what would you call it?”

In class, Professor McGonagall was strict, sharp spoken. Instead, in her small office, she wore a sympathetic smile and her gaze was warm. You felt as though life and its troubles would cease their crimes against your broken heart the second you stepped in the room. But, still, you looked at her with lost sights, emotions swarming in pupils.

“I don’t think there is a word to describe it. All I know is I ache tremendously and nothing seems to fix this pit in my stomach. I. What do I do?” you begged for an answer.

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that. What I can say is, you’ve been thinking your entire life at Hogwarts with your head. You are a bright witch with a wonderful future ahead of her. You are hardworking and studious, and kind. But, you only seem to listen to your head for answers, you look for the logical position for your chess pieces. Stop your thinking. For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?”

Professor McGonagall looked at the time before sighing to herself, “I do suppose I’ve kept you too long, I trust you can find your way back to the common room?”

You nodded and stood, brushing off your skirt. “Of course. Thank you Professor for the biscuits. If it means anything, I’m sure Dougal loved you very much.”

“Y/L/N,” Professor called before you left, “You are welcome any time here, I was not lying when I said you were one of my favorite students.” 

You smiled back, “And I wasn’t lying when I said you were one of my favorite Professors.”

As you walked back to the Gryffindor common room, Professor McGonagall’s story repeated in your head, pounding against your brain and begging to be analyzed. If you thought carefully, letting go of Sirius was equivalent to McGonagall’s separation with Dougal. If you chose your studies and your career, Would you miss out on a life with your soulmate? There was no doubt in your mind that your heart belonged to a certain long-haired beloved. As the Fat Lady looked at you with great pity, you entered the common room, peaking around for Lily. The fire seemed to be the only source of warmth as it lit up the room, leaving shadows cast along the walls. You figured Lily must still be at dinner considering the common room was empty. You rubbed your tired eyes and sat on an armchair facing the fireplace. 

Sirius had decided wallowing was doing nothing but driving him across the wall. He threw a shirt over his shoulders and bounced down the stairs to meet the boys at dinner when he saw you. He could spot you from miles away even if he were blind to the bone. He recognized the old sweater you wore, one that had previously been owned by him. You loved the sweater despite threads coming loose and the smell of Sirius’ cologne fading away. He saw your hands curled up in fists, something you did when you were quite emotional or tired and the low messy bun you had pulled your hair into.

“I thought you were at dinner, Lils,” you spoke quietly, making him freeze. It had been so long, so many minutes and hours since he’d last heard your voice. “If you are here to drag me to the Great Hall, I have to decline as I’m morbidly exhausted from that emotional conversation with McGonagall.” 

Sirius attempted to find his voice, begging his vocal cords to say anything to you but all he could do was stand there, dumbfounded and aching to hear your voice once more. 

“Lily?” you expected to see your red-headed friend but instead made eye contact with him. “Oh.”

“Just Sirius,” he said awkwardly. You stood so you could face him, holding your hands in front of you.

You swallowed harshly and wished you had at least looked somewhat more manageable. “Sirius.”

“Y/N.” he answered. It was hushed, noiseless, painful. “Say something,” he begged.

“What do you want me to say, Siri?” he flinched when you used his nickname. You hadn’t even meant to use it, it just slipped off your tongue before you could realize it.

“Just. Say anything, yell at me, anything. Be angry at me!”

“Why would I be angry?” You weren’t angry. You were hurt.

“For...”

“For what?” you creased your eyebrows. 

“For kissing that girl at the party.”

You pursed your lips and Sirius only held sadness in his eyes. “Sirius...”

“I kissed another girl that wasn’t you, and it is absolutely tearing me apart. I want you to be angry with me.”

“I can’t.”

“Be mad! Yell at me!”

“Sirius,” you stopped him, putting a gentle, small hand on his arm, “We broke up.”

Sirius threw his arms in the air and ran a finger through his hair frustratedly, “that doesn’t make it okay.”

“Doesn’t it? We broke up,”

“No! It doesn’t because I told you, I promised you, I swore I would never kiss another person. I promised I was yours and yours only. And I am. I mean... I was.”

“Sirius, please,” you choked, “It’s hard enough to be around each other already.”

“Don’t you miss me? Miss us?” Sirius had to stop himself from gathering you in his arms and rubbing the small of your back. Biting your lip and eyes beginning to water, you said as quietly as you could,

“Of course I do. I miss you more and more every day. And yes, it... it hurt to see you with that Ravenclaw girl, but it doesn’t matter. We aren’t dating anymore.”

“I don’t know. I think.” He laughed humourlessly, as if the air escaping his lungs were nearly painful to feel, “I think I would’ve gone mental if I had seen you kissing someone.”

“I...” you stopped and sighed. You sat down on the couch, moving slightly to the left. Sirius looked cautiously before sitting next to you, facing you as you looked towards the fire. 

“We can still talk, can’t we? We used to talk all night until Moony would shush us like an old librarian.”

“I don’t know, Sirius. It’s hard. Isn’t it? It’s hard.”

“I know. But, I miss talking. Won’t you just tell me how you’re doing?”

You debated on lying, telling him you were fantastic, but something in you begged you to tell the truth even if it felt like magma on your tongue. “I’m not doing well.”

“Are you stressed about school? I’ve told you many times, you’re the smartest witch in our year, I doubt you have anything to worry about.”

“That’s not it.” you bit your lip, turning from the fire to look at those eyes you so deeply longed for.

“Then what?”

“It’s difficult.”

“Try me.”

“It’s difficult... with us, or without us, I should say.”

Sirius slightly flinched hearing those words and swallowed harshly, “I get the feeling.”

“How have you been?” you asked curiously, studying the way his eyebrows creased and his fingers threading through his hair.

“Same as you, I suppose.”

“Really?”

“Prongs and the boys, they’ve been on my back lately. Say I’ve been moping too much, I’m a downer it seems.”

You giggled under your breath and wrapped your arms around yourself, “Lily says the same. Though, I guess she’s just worried.”

“Worried?”

“I haven’t been sleeping as well, I’m sure you’ve noticed the bags under my eyes,”

“No,” Sirius said truthfully, “I think you still look as beautiful as ever.”

Your lungs stopped breathing, every airway and vein in your body closed as you began to shut down. You stood abruptly and began racing towards the dorm staircase.

“Stop!” Sirius shouted making you freeze, your hand still on the banister. “Stay. Talk to me.”

You wiped angry tears from your face that you didn’t even notice dripped down your cheeks, “And say what? It. it’s torturous, it’s beyond excruciating to be around you.” You thought about your chat with McGonagall, begging your heart to speak, scream anything to make to stop your head from making decisions.

Sirius’ lips frowned, hurt at your tone and your words. “Baby...”

“No! I. It’s too difficult.”

“Why?”

“Because when I look at you, when I see you, when I feel you around me, everything tells me I’ve made a mistake. Is that what you wanted to hear? I made a mistake. I fucked up. I fucked up because I was terrified of us. I was scared of driving you away, scared of you deciding you didn’t love me anymore. And I can’t. I can’t do it! I can’t. I made a mistake.” you spat out breathlessly. Sirius watched in horror as you began to hyperventilate and dove to put his arms around you. He had seen your panic attacks and held you through every one, but this time it felt different. Your breathing began to rapidly increase as you couldn’t hold back broken sobs. 

“Breathe, breathe, love. It’s okay. It’s all okay.” he held your face in his hands, cupping your cheeks like he used to. Your eyes searched his desperately for any buoy that could save you from the drowning you felt. As he blinked, you found your life vest, holding on for dear life as you breathed fresh air into scattered lungs.

“Breathe, okay? ‘M right here, not going anywhere.” he whispered low, kissing your forehead and wiping your tears.

“I’m sorry.” you sobbed, “I made a mistake. I love you. I do. I’m so sorry. What have I done? I love you. I love you more than anything, and I’ve ruined it all.” you threw yourself at him, arms gripping tightly as he caught you. Sirius’ arms snaked around yours, pulling you back to life, back to the earth. He was yours. He knew it. He’s never been anyone elses and he never plans to. How stupid he had been to let you go, to kiss another girl, to pretend he was okay when he was truly devastated. 

“We’re okay, yeah? Take care of each other, now, yeah?” Sirius rocked you slowly, feeling your cries die down in the comfort of his arms. 

“I’m so sorry.”

“Me too, darling.” Sirius guided you slowly to the couch, setting you comfortably on the cushions, “sit for a while,”

You nodded loosely as you leaned on his chest, hiccuping with cries. “I thought I was doing the right thing, leaving you. Had I known how wrong it was, I would’ve thrown myself off the Astronomy tower before ever breaking up with you.” 

“Don’t say that,” Sirius hushed, “I know, you thought it was the right thing. You were trying to protect yourself and me.”

“I’m a fool. A stupid, foolish girl.” you muttered, still catching your breath.

“Don’t say that either. I made mistakes too, perhaps one I’ll regret for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, Sirius.” you began to cry again, “I don’t care if you kissed another girl. I don’t. I just care that I’m the girl you want next to your side.”

He turned your limp body so he could cup your cheeks again, rubbing with the pads of his thumbs. “You will always be the girl. Always. Nothing will change that.”

“Sirius,” you whispered, looking at his lips.

“Yes, love?”

“Kiss me.”

That was all Sirius needed to hear. For days, weeks, endless hours, the two of you, broken hearted souls walked the earth wondering when the pain would end. Sirius tried drinking, you tried swallowing textbooks whole. Nothing seemed to work. Nothing seemed to mend the hurt you felt panging your insides, sending waves of heat down your spines. Nothing could distract you from the absolute shattering sadness that your bodies felt. Two broken hearted souls. Two souls joining for a kiss. A kiss that would last centuries as Sirius vowed to marry you the minute your lips connected. Togetherness, the touch of a soulmate. He moved his lips against yours slowly, tasting, memorizing and wishing this moment would never end. Salty tears and content smiles, at last, the two broken souls found what truly mended, what stitched your hearts back together. Each other. Forever in eternity, never drifting apart for long as fate, the universe and every good hearted soul brought you two together. 

[mystic-shadows42]

Allure {Part 2}

Warnings: None

Aslaug and her sons gathered around to have their meal just as they always did around this time of the day. They had all been unusually quiet. Aslaug had noticed that they never were lively with you gone

So to get them to open up more, she turned her attention on Ubbe.

“When are you going to marry and have children?”

Ubbe sighed loudly. This conversation has come up quite a few times much to his displeasure.

“This again mother?”

“I am curious as to why you haven’t found yourself a suitable woman. They’re plenty here to choose from.”

“I don’t intend on marrying anyone anytime soon.”

Ubbe had lost his appetite at the thought of having to marry. His mother has always been adamant that he should lead his brothers by example. 

He didn’t want to marry to lead by example. He simply wanted to live his own life without being questioned or pushed to do so.

“That’s because he’s waiting for the inevitable to happen. We all know she’ll never marry him.”

“Whom do you speak of?” Aslaug asked curiously. She hadn’t seen any of her boys stick with one woman for long.

“Y/N,” Sigurd stated in an obvious manner.

“Shut up Sigurd!” Ubbe stated, throwing a piece of food at him. Aslaug felt like she was starting to lose control now that her boys were starting to fawn over you.

“I don’t think the daughter of Lagertha would be a good choice, considering her mother was once with your father.” Aslaug wanted their attention directed elsewhere other than on you.

“I’m surprised you’re actually denying a candidate for marriage.” All the boys grumbled in agreement.

“I want the best for you. She seems sweet but I’d rather you go with...someone else.”

“You sound bitter.”

Aslaug ground her teeth and turned to look at all her sons who were now focused on her.

“I have no reason to be, it’s just that there’s always someone better. I figured Bjorn and Lagertha would object to such a pairing considering the circumstances. Even if you were to be with Y/N there’d always be complications. It can’t always be-”

The doors had opened abruptly making all of them turn their heads to see who had interrupted their conversation. When they saw it was you at the door, they all sat up straighter staring at you with surprised looks on their faces. 

Your arrival had been unknown to them.

“Oh, you’re all having dinner. My apologies, I was just looking for Bjorn.”

Ubbe stood up from his seat immediately. “Don’t go. Have dinner with us.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Please,” you couldn’t help it when all of them looked at you like that. So you gave in and nodded to them.

One of the new thralls was quick to give you a seat that was on the other end. Before any of the boys could say anything to you, Aslaug jumped in.

“So, Y/N, we certainly weren’t expecting you to come here today.”

“Which she’s always welcomed to at any time.” Ivar chimed in winking at you.

Aslaug bit her tongue not liking how quick they were to come to your defense. She didn’t hate you, she just didn’t like how you had the power to make or break her sons. That uncertainty is what unsettled her.

“My visit won’t be long. I plan on going back to Hedeby.”

“You don’t have to leave so soon. My boys rather enjoy your company. I myself don’t even know that much about you other than you being Lagertha’s daughter.”

You slightly tilted your head at Aslaug. “Something tells me that you know more than you’d like to share. You see my mother told me of your particular outlook on things that haven’t happened yet. She’s shared something with me when I was but a little girl still. One that I didn’t understand until I became a woman. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. It was, after all, your vision.”

Aslaug hummed. She was impressed with your quick wit.

“What vision do you two speak of?” Sigurd was quite curious as well as his other brothers. He had grown accustomed to the fact that his mother had visions. One that foresaw him having a defect in his eye making it look like a snake.

“It’s nothing.”

“I want to know now,” Hvitserk spoke while leaning forward. His food had been long forgotten now that you were here.

“It wasn’t my vision.” You stated looking to Aslaug. You knew she never told any of her boys what she saw. She figured if she never said anything that you might be forgotten somehow. “You can tell them.”

You nodded once more to Aslaug to let her know that it was okay to continue. All the boys then turned their attention onto their mother who was debating whether or not to tell them.

She knew it wouldn’t affect the outcome either way but still, it felt as if she was admitting defeat. 

The gods personally had you under their care because they favored Lagertha. It was set in the stars that Aslaug would bear Ragnar’s children. It was a bitter-sweet twist of fate. 

Not one person could truly live in happiness once the gods had plans for them.

She knew her time would soon be up. She had her sons and raised them well. She wouldn’t grow old, no, she would leave this earth soon but did she really want you around her boys manipulating them when she’s gone?

“My vision occurred when Y/N was just a little babe. She had this...presence about her. An aura if you will. I knew then that she was under the protection of the gods. How else would you explain Lagertha having a baby after so many failed attempts of conceiving? That wasn’t all. I saw that when she became a woman that all you boys would flank to her side. Be with her even when if it went against everything you believed in.”

Ubbe scoffed and threw a piece of meat down on his plate. Aslaug raised her eyebrow at his reaction.

“What? You don’t believe me?”

“You know I don’t. While I do believe what you see has some truth to it, I believe everyone acts on their own free will. Your vision changes nothing. My brothers and I do what we want and we’ll continue to do that until the day we die.”

“Oh, so you don’t think you’re overly fond of Y/N here? Do you not wish her to be your future bride?”

Ubbe’s smug smile had dissipated.

“In your vision mother,” Ivar quipped. “Do any one of us have her to ourselves?”

Aslaug sighed aloud. “I only saw her with all of you kneeling down to her. It was all just a bunch of quick flashes.”

“I hope you didn’t see everything. I’m quite a giving lover, that I’m proud to admit.”

Hvitserk was all smiles at what he said with only Ivar smiling at his joke. Aslaug was annoyed more than ever with her sons.

“Not all of you can have her. If any one of you were to marry it’d have to be just with one. Marriage is sacred.”

“I know it’s customary and ideal to marry but I don’t plan on doing such a thing,” you chimed in.

Aslaug clicked her tongue and patted her mouth with a cloth.

“May I ask why?”

“I’ve never seen one marriage in my life that worked. There’s no sense of love or loyalty. My mother told me of her previous marriages and they all failed some way or another. I made a vow to myself that I won’t be like that. I’ll make my own decisions on what I think is right.”

“Well, that seems a bit harsh. Don’t you want to elevate your status? You’re very beautiful and I bet you’d be capable of marrying an earl or even a king.”

“None of that is fitting for me. Marrying an earl or king would mean that I would be under their thumb. Those of high power are used to being in charge. They’d probably have very little patience for what I say and do.”

“I do admit it takes some getting used to but that’s what husbands are for. They’ll give you children and life goes on after that.”

“That doesn’t seem much of a life for me.”

All the talk of marriage between you and Aslaug had been a strain in the brothers’ eyes. Not one of them wanted to marry, but when the mention of you possibly marrying someone else in a made-up scenario just didn’t sit right with them. It would have to be one of them or no one at all.

Hvitserk reached for your hand and stroked it with his thumb, offering comfort and support.

“Don’t worry marriage is a tough subject for us too.”

“Perhaps we should go for a walk outside?” Ubbe mentioned wanting to get away from all this talk.

“Yeah, but Ivar can’t come. He’ll only slow us down if we have to carry him.”

“Sigurd,” Aslaug warned.

“What? Do you really think a cripple like him has a chance at being loved without women feeling sorry for him? I doubt he has any chance of having children. Though, I think it’s probably for the best.”

“Sigurd! That’s enough.” At the sharpness of your voice, Sigurd backed down.

Everything was hitting Ivar all at once. His anger towards his brothers began to surface. They had always doubted him. The rage and jealousy hit him tenfold. 

“Y/N, did you know that my brothers here have all shared the slave girl, Margrethe? That’s all they’ve been doing since you’ve been gone.”

After Ivar made his announcement Ubbe nudged Ivar’s seat and Hvitserk’s eyes grew wide. Sigurd was flabbergasted. They all were at a loss for words.

Now Ivar was the one with the smug look.

All three brothers were glaring at Ivar before turning their attention to you.

You retracted your hand from Hvitserk then watched them all before briefly turning your attention on the thrall whom they were speaking about. Her eyes were cast downwards while shuffling her feet in obvious discomfort.

“I appreciate you being truthful Ivar but your brothers can bed whomever they want. They can do whatever they want. They’re free right? Now if you’ll excuse me I have to find my brother.”

“Y/N, please,” Ubbe spoke up but you didn’t even turn to acknowledge him.

“Well, brothers it seems like I’m going to be favored and in Y/N’s good graces. Good luck trying to win over her affection.” Ivar smiled boastfully.

“She said we can do what we want.”

The brothers all looked at Hvitserk shaking their heads.

“Poor Hvitserk, so slow to catch on,” Ivar chuckled.

“Would you be okay with Y/N sleeping with someone else?” Hvitserk shrugged. “Other than us.”

That’s when Hvitserk’s expression changed. He didn’t like that thought at all.

“Yeah, I can see why she’d be upset.”

“I think it’s for the best. You all should keep your distance with her.” Aslaug had no problem voicing her opinion on the matter. She was actually glad her boys were focused on someone else at the moment.

“Why’s that?”

“She is the daughter of Lagertha after all. She’s probably turned her into a good manipulator seeing that she is a beautiful seductress to you all.”

“I don’t care who her mother is. I only care for her,” Ubbe spoke up.

“I suppose that’s why you slept with the help then,” Ivar couldn’t help himself. He wanted to revel in their misery which worked when Ubbe stood up and stormed off with the meek thrall following after him.

Everybody else dismissed themselves after that, leaving Aslaug all alone while they all scurried after you.

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[ptergwen]

give it a try

w/c: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of smut, angst, and swearing

a/n: i meant to say this a while ago but thank you all so much for 1k oh my GODDD i love you guys and it makes me so happy y’all love me back <3 and i know i’ve just been doing blurb requests lately but i’m gonna try to write more fics too! keep sending them in though it’s fun talking to everyone!!!! also i got this idea here so thanks to whoever sent it

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“fuck,” peter breathes out, rolling over so he’s next to you on your bed. you’re a panting mess after what you just did together. you let out a laugh and turn to face him. “shit, that was good.” your fingers comb through his matted curls. he takes your hand in his, bringing it to his chest. “really good. i’m ready to go again,” he chuckles. you playfully swat at his chest with your intertwined fingers. “of course you are.”

you’ve been doing this with peter for a few months now. he’ll send you a text or just drop by your apartment, and you take it from there. the transition from friends to friends with benefits happened over some beer one night.

you’d known you felt something more for him ever since you got close in your freshman year of college. alcohol gave you the courage to act on it. peter ended up feeling the same. sexually, at least. you’re pretty sure the romantic part is one sided. you still make an effort either way.

propping yourself up on your elbow, you look him over. “wanna go get food? it’s early.” “nah, i can’t. i’m supposed finish a paper for tomorrow.” peter presses his lips together. he never stays too long after you hook up. you don’t know what it is. maybe it’s to keep this separate from your friendship. you wish he’d let things overlap for once. messy is exciting.

“oh, that’s okay.” you try not to sound too disappointed. peter gives you an apologetic smile and gets off the bed. he steps back into his boxers, picking his shirt up off the floor next. you’re only watching. you already feel so empty, and he hasn’t even left. that’s the only part of being friends with benefits that you don’t like. you only get half of what you want.

peter is fully dressed now. he comes back over to you so he can say goodbye. sitting up, you raise your eyebrows at him. “are you sure you don’t wanna stay a little longer?” this is another attempt to break the cycle again. his mouth drops open, but he doesn’t say anything. he stares at you for a few seconds. he can see the hope in your eyes. you can see it in his, too. he’s finally changing his mind.

then, he shakes his head.

“i really have to go, y/n. i’ll text you later.” peter lowers his voice, breaking eye contact. a weight comes crushing down on your chest. you thought it finally worked. nodding, you stay silent as he walks to your bedroom door. he turns back with his hand on the knob. he’s waiting for you to say something.

“goodnight. good luck with your paper,” you croak out. “thanks. find something to eat.” it’s like he was never here the second he’s out your door.

your appetite is gone, but you know you need dinner. you throw together a boring salad with whatever is in your fridge. all you can think about while you chew the bitter lettuce is being cuddled up next to peter. you’d eventually fall asleep in his arms, and he’d be there when you wake up. is that so much to ask for?

peter can’t focus. he’s been trying to write his thesis for way too long. every time he starts typing, his mind goes to you. you under him, you holding his hand, you fighting back tears when he left. he hates doing this to you. if he could help it, he would have stayed all those nights and this one. he wishes it were that simple.

he’s worried he’ll lose you somehow. your friendship is what keeps him grounded, and he doesn’t want to imagine not having it in his life. too many people have came and gone. peter can’t ruin what he has with you. that’s why he never made a move, until you initiated it.

he knows you love him as more than a friend. he loves you the same, but he’s not taking things farther than they are right now. there’s always the possibility you’ll break up. he could also put you in danger. anything that takes you away from him isn’t happening. it’s easier to keep doing this, even though it hurts both of you.

the next time peter comes over, it’s been a while since you’ve seen him. you were never free at the same time. whether he planned that or not is beyond you. he makes it up to you either way, taking things slower than usual and giving you head first. he also lays with you when you’re done. something might have clicked after your last hookup.

peter has an arm wrapped loosely around you. your head is resting on his bare chest, smiling lazily. “so, did you wanna spend the night?” you figured you’d give it a shot by asking. things seem different for once. sighing, peter looks away from you. “i have to be up early, and none of my stuff is here. sorry.”

it’s like he has an infinite amount of excuses.

“you could borrow a toothbrush,” you scoff. his arm slips from around your side. “y/n, it’s not gonna work.” his voice is too calm for your liking. you sit up. “will it ever? i keep giving you signs, and you always reject me-“ “i’m not rejecting you.” there’s no way he said that. laughing in disbelief, you throw your hands up.

“then what are you doing, peter?” he gulps. “because i can’t keep letting you make me feel this way.” suddenly, peter is on his feet. he’s gathering his clothes while you sit there. that wasn’t what you were expecting.

“i told you not to get attached,” he almost yells, balling his clothes into a pile. you blink a few times. “i already was.” there’s a silence between you two. not sure what to do, peter quickly heads out of your room without another word. you’re so confused. you have no idea where this leaves the two of you or where he’s going.

as complicated as this is, you aren’t trying to fix it this time. peter made it clear he doesn’t want you to.

you wake up later that night to someone knocking at your window. the only person who could get up this high is peter. rubbing your eyes, you pull the covers off yourself. this is new. you turn on a light before sliding up your window for him. peter comes through just like he left, silently. he has a nervous look on his face.

“can i sit?” he asks quietly, you gesturing to your bed in response. you take a seat next to him. “what are you doing here so late?” “i...” his hands fidget in his lap. “i wanted to apologize.” you nod once to let him know he can go on. “i’ve been a really bad friend lately, and you’re right.” “about what?” he’s still playing with his fingers to distract himself. you put one of your hands on top of his. his teary eyes meet yours.

“i thought pushing you away was the only way to keep this going.” he takes in a shaky breath. “but... i love you, y/n.” tears are falling down his cheeks, your heart beating faster at his confession. his voice breaks. “i’m so sorry i didn’t say it sooner. i fucked everything up.”

“peter, peter. no you didn’t.” you put an arm around him, your free hand coming up to hold the back of his head. he hides his face in your shoulder. he’s crying on you.

you’re stroking his hair while he lets it all out, his arms wrapped around your lower back. you hug him against you. “i love you, okay? we’re gonna be fine.” “could we...” peter cuts himself off with a sniffle. “could we give it a try? being a couple?” you tilt your head to look at him.

“of course. you know i want to.” he uses a hand to wipe at his eyes, taking his head off your shoulder. you move yours down to his neck. he’s starting to catch his breath.

“i’ll, um, spend the night. if that’s okay.” “let’s get in bed,” you tell him softly, guiding him back to the pillows. he goes under the covers while you reach over and shut the light. you’re under them next, the bed warmer than usual now thay peter is in it. it’s nice. “wanna cuddle?” you almost whisper.

peter holds an arm out for you. curling into his side, you wrap both of yours around his torso. this is exactly what you’ve been needing. both of you.

it took some time to get here, but you’re finally giving it a try.

[thenovelartist]

A Blanc Slate, Chapter 10

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28. Domesticity

The following months were hard, but that was to be expected.

The big difference was that Marinette was over at Adrien’s place far more often than not. Whether she was cooking for him, helping him try to keep his thoughts straight, or just working on her fashion commissions in the background, she was there. And while he did complain that he felt like he was taking advantage of her by depending too much on her, she constantly reassured him she didn’t mind. He was her partner and her friend, both in and out of the suit. Helping him get back on his feet was hard work but something she was more than willing to do.

Once, the thought popped into her mind that this was what the vow “in sickness and in health” meant. And while they were nowhere near thinking of marriage—heck, even a romantic relationship wasn’t even on the table at the moment—Marinette couldn’t help but think on it anyway. After all, she’d certainly had a plan to marry Adrien at one time in her life, and she can’t say she hadn’t considered what a life with Chat would have been like. And if a possibility of them being together surfaced in the near future…

She shook the thought from her head. This was no time to be thinking on things like romance and domesticity. That shouldn’t have even been on the table, even if her heart throbbed every once in a while in reminder that she did love the man she was taking care of. Her best friend and partner. No, now was the time to focus solely on helping him recover.

Which, much to Marinette and Adrien’s relief, he was.

It was a slow process, but his appetite had been returning. He’d been able to stomach more food as of lately and keep it down without looking green in the face.

The fog over his eyes had also cleared up for the most part, and he no longer walked around in a haze. The exhaustion still persisted, and his mind still wasn’t fully on point again, but with the progress he had been making, Marinette was sure they regulate in no time.

And she was extremely thankful for it.

29. Roses

“That… is a lot of roses.”

Marinette couldn’t help but gawk when she entered Adrien’s house. She’d been given a key back before he’d even revealed himself to be Chat, back when she had forced herself into the role of Adrien’s caregiver. He’d given it to her one day out of exhaustion of the “game” she played, one titled “I do not care if I stand at your door for an hour, I will knock every thirty seconds until you open the door.” So, an agreement had been reached she’d always come over at a certain time and let herself in to check in on him.

Currently, the boy in question was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she was left staring at a large bouquet of deep red roses speckled with brilliant white lilies in a glass vase tied off with a lovely pink ribbon. In the middle of the bouquet was a glittery plastic stick that held a card that read “Marinette” on the front of it. It was a stunning sight.

Where did you even get those, Adrien?

And why?

After putting her purse down by the front door, she walked over to pluck the card off the stick, carefully opening the back and pulling out the pink card. Inside was a familiar handwriting, one that was steady now after months of recovery.

Marinette,

I don’t even know where to begin. I guess with a thank you. Thank you for everything. From staying by my side as Marinette and caring for me to insisting I’m still your partner as Ladybug and refusing to let me go to every other thing in between.

While these flowers don’t even put a dent into the debt I owe you, I felt they were a great place to start. Something beautiful for someone beautiful. I want to say that I’m ready to spend the rest of my life by your side paying you back, but that’s likely getting to ahead of myself. I have been in love with you for years, as you know, and have confessed my love to you as Chat multiple times. My love for you is still true, even though I know you’ve drawn your lines.

Maybe I’m reading too much into this and only seeing what I want to see, but lately, it feels as though those lines aren’t as hard as they used to be. Or maybe I’ve just gotten Nightingale Syndrome bad for you. Either way, I want to take the chance and put myself in your debt a little more by selfishly asking you to let me take you out on a date.

If your answer is no, I’m prepared for that. I never want to pressure you into something out of responsibility for me or out of guilt. I will still stand by your side as your partner and friend, forever.

But if your answer is yes, it would be one more thing of the countless you’ve done for me that I will be eternally grateful for.

Forever yours, in whatever way you’ll take him,

Adrien

When she finished reading, her hands fell to the table, letter still clutched in them as she tilted her head upwards in a vain attempt to keep the tears at bay. “Don’t cry,” she warned herself.

But even then, she knew it was too late.

With a beaming grin, she looked down at the card once more, scanning over the contents yet again. She only looked up again when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Adrien, looking better than she’d seen him in the five months since she’d taken his ring, was leaning against wall. He’d somehow cleaned up with a haircut—how he had managed to keep an appointment like that a secret from her was beyond her but also gave her confidence that he was feeling well enough to manage on his own again—shaved, and dressed up in a pressed button down, a vest, and slacks. His eyes were now clear, clear enough for her to see the fragile hope shining in them, even from across the room.

With a smile she couldn’t suppress is she tried, she dropped the card on the table, scurried over to him, and threw her arms around his neck. He caught her easily, no longer unsteady or requiring the assistance of a wall or other solid object, and held her tight.

“Yes, I’ll go out with you.”

She felt the tension leave his shoulders as he squeezed her tighter, clinging to her like a lifeline. “I thought I was might have been asking too much or springing that on you too suddenly.”

“No!” she quickly assured. “I mean… it was sudden, but I don’t mind. Not at all.”

He sighed with relief. “Good. Good; I’m glad.”

She giggled. “You’re not normally so speechless.”

He chuckled awkwardly. “You have no idea how terrified I was of your answer.”

“You? Mr. Confess-on-a-daily-basis was scared?”

“Of this one, yeah. I think this was the scariest confession to date.”

Worried, Marinette pulled away a bit, just so she could face Adrien and meet his gaze. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Because this time… it felt like I really had the most to lose compared to any other time I’ve confessed. You’ve seen the worst of me, and you’ve faced my darkest side. You could have easily said no now that you knew that about me.”

Pursing her lips, Marinette considered his words. “The thing is… I… don’t mind,” she eventually sputtered out. “Because I’ve seen you at your worst, and yet I also know there’s no one else I’d rather be with. There isn’t anyone in this world who doesn’t have that hidden ugly side of them. But yours doesn’t scare me in the slightest.”

To say Adrien was speechless was an understatement. For a moment, he gaped like a fish on land before he finally grinned, letting loose a chuckle before blinking away tears in his eyes.

Marinette was quick to cup his cheek, gently swiping away the tears. Adrien reached up, laying his hand over hers. “Well,” he murmured. “Guess I really can’t let you go now, can I?”

Marinette grinned, her own eyes prickling with tears. “Who said I was going to let you let me go?”

“Fair enough,” he said, grin growing. “You’re stubborn like that. I should know by now you’re way too stubborn to let me go.”

“You better believe it.”

30. Trust

It had been one year since the day Adrien’s father’s mansion had caught fire, and although Adrien had officially been cleared of suspicion of killing his father, the public was still skeptical of anything involving the Agrestes, especially with Nathalie Sancour having suddenly and mysteriously passed as well.

After struggling with the company for a year, it had officially dissolved and Adrien was finally able to be free of that burden. Yet, the burden of guilt still weighed on him.

“We’ve been over this,” Marinette assured. At the moment, Adrien was laying across her lap while she gently stroked his hair, a habit both of them had come to enjoy very much. “It was an accident. You fought your dad as Adrien and ran, but then went back as Chat when you thought he was out of the house so you could snag the book that wasn’t even there. You ended up pushing him off you when he tried to choke you out. The fact he fell and cracked his head open on a fallen statue was not your fault, nor was it your fault a fire started.”

“I still don’t know what happened,” Adrien muttered. “I don’t think he had any candles lit. I thought I heard glass break, so did a lightbulb break and send sparks flying? Or maybe he was cooking in the kitchen and something happened there? I really don’t have any clue.”

“See? So you can calm down. It was all in self-defense. Don’t feel bad for Nathalie, either. You were the one that called an ambulance for her when she suddenly collapsed.”

“I realized why she did,” Adrien said. “Same reason my mom collapsed. They each had the same symptoms, and they both wore the peacock miraculous. It was likely broken the same as my ring.”

Marinette’s hand stilled in his hair. “They what?”

Adrien froze, his body suddenly becoming stiff. “Did I not tell you?”

“No!” she cried. “Excuse you, but when did you come to this revelation?”

“I really never said anything?” Adrien asked, panicking as he scrambled to sit up so he could meet her eyes. “I swore I did!”

“No, you did not.”

With a groan, Adrien rubbed his hands down his face. “I’m so sorry.”

Marinette sighed. “Well, at least I know now. I’ll be sure to work on that one next.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re fine,” she dismissed. “I guess it’s understandable considering how out of it you were. There were days you did not know left from right.”

“I’ll take any excuse you let me have,” he said with a sigh, still looking disheartened. Marinette was sure that if he was transformed as Chat, his ears would have been drooped low.

Cute.

“On that same note, how is the ring coming along?” he asked. “I know you’ve been working hard. Have you made any headway?”

A grin suddenly spread across her face as a sudden urge to tease him struck her. “Oh? Did I not tell you?”

His eyes almost got misty as he pouted at her. “I said I was sorry.”

“I am, too,” she continued. “Because otherwise, I would have already told you I fixed it.”

Adrien’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as his jaw dropped. “Y-you did?”

“No.”

She laughed at the sudden shift in his expression, his hope being squashed as he glared at her, completely unamused. “You are cruel, ‘bug.”

Her laughter subsided as a warmth spread though her. “Did I also mention I’m really glad you started using that nickname again?”

His previous irritation faded as he returned her smile with one of his own. “I won’t lie: I missed saying it.”

“I’m up for hearing it for as long as you’re up for using it.”

“Good, because I don’t intend on dropping it any time soon.”

“I’m really glad to hear it,” she said. “For that, I think you deserve a reward.”

“Kiss?” he inquired excitedly.

A warmth blossomed on her cheeks as she giggled. “Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind, but I’d be willing to give you one of those, too. First, close your eyes.”

“Only one?”

She rolled her eyes. Kisses rarely stopped at one. She was very much okay with that, though. “Fine, two. Now, just close your eyes.”

He shut them, but then immediately cracked open one to steal a peek at her. “What do you have planned?”

“Just trust me.”

He shut his eyes all the way. “You know I do.”

“I do,” she confirmed. With that, she took his hand in hers before sliding a ring from her pocket onto his hand.

She didn’t get the ring halfway on his finger before he looked down at his hand in shock. “My ring.”

“Yeah,” Marinette said, lacing their fingers together. “I really did fix it. It took a lot of trial and failure, though.”

“How…?” He stared at his hand in awe before turning to look at her, then turning back to his ring.

She shrugged. “Magic and time. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to fix the peacock in no time after this experiment.”

She swore she saw tears in his eyes. Whether he did or not, she still reached up to cradle his cheek.

“Hey,” she said. “Promise me one thing?”

His green eyes locked to hers, and she swore her breath caught in her throat at the intensity in them. “Anything.”

“Next time you have a problem like this, one so big your emotions get too much for you to contain, come to me first, and don’t push me away.”

She was right; he did have tears in his eyes, because at her words, they began to fall.

He grasped her hand tightly. “I promise,” he said, nuzzling her palm. “We’re partners, and I promise that I’ll trust you to be my partner and help me through the next time anything like this happens. But I just hope there won’t be any more surprises like that. Once is enough, and I learned my lesson.”

He meant it. Marinette could tell by his tone and gentle expression and the way he held her hand: tightly as though he was afraid to let go.

“I’m really glad to hear it,” she said, her heart fluttering as a warm, fuzzy feeling floated through her. “Now, I believe I promise you a kiss.”

“Two,” Adrien said, reaching up to cradle her cheek while he leaned closer. “You promised me two.”

“I doubt you’ll be able to stop so easily.”

“Since when do I ever?”

“Touché.”

31. Soulmates

His black suit never looked so good.

“Well, well, Chat Noir,” Marinette purred, leaning against the railing of her balcony with a cattish grin. “I thought you said I wasn’t going to see you again.”

“Unexpected surprises do happen, Princess,” he returned, shooting her a wink as he took a seat on the railing.

“And it’s such a purr-leasure to see you in your black suit.”

His own cattish grin widened. “For your purr-usal, princess,” he said with a wink.

Oh, how wonderful it was to have her cat back. She’d even keep up the stupid puns for him. “Hmmm, I sur-paws that you’re the cat’s meow.”

Dramatically, he threw a hand over his heart—

And nearly fell off the railing.

“Chat!” Marinette snatched his wrist, catching him in case he couldn’t catch himself, which he thankfully did.

“Heh, uh… looks like it’s gonna take a little more time before this cat can land on its feet one hundred purr-cent of the time again.”

“Not funny.”

“Relax, Marinette,” he said, sliding off the railing and onto the balcony so he could stand in front of her and wrap her up in his arms. “I’m almost totally back to normal.”

“Don’t push it,” she warned. “I still worry about you.”

“I won’t.”

“You almost did.”

“We were having a good time with my pun-hating girlfriend throwing them back at me. How could I not be awestruck and caught up in the moment.”

She snorted in amusement. “Well, the fun and games end when my kitty takes a fall he can’t recover from.”

He sighed, propping his chin on her head and beginning to purr, settling her down.

“That’s unfair,” she muttered, happily snuggling into his embrace. “You know I like your purrs.”

“I know you do. And it’s only fair for me to take responsibility for every heart attack I give you.”

She grinned. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I’m more than happy to,” he assured.

With a sigh, Marinette relaxed completely against him, grinning like the lovesick girl she was. She was more than content to play around with him, but she was more than content to snuggle, too.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” he asked, smile audible in his words.

“I think you have, but I’m always happy to be reminded.”

“Let’s see… I love you more than my cat puns.”

She gasped. “Impossible.”

“I know it seems that way,” he teased. “But it actually is possible, if you can believe that.”

“I’m not sure I can.”

He chuckled. “Well, let me put it this way: puns are the bread and butter of my life. But you’re my other half, and I really can’t live life to the fullest without you.”

“But you need bread and butter to survive. So wouldn’t they be more important?”

“They are an inherent need. I didn’t choose the pun life; the pun life chose me.”

She snorted, burying her face against him to hide her growing grin. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yes yes, I am. I’m a package deal, but you seem to accept that.”

“I do.”

“Which I’m so glad for,” he continued. “Because as I was saying, unlike the puns, I chose you. You came into my life and completed me in ways I didn’t realize I needed to be completed, and if you disappeared, I would be only half the person I once was.” He pulled away just enough to look down at her, his joking tone gone in favor of a serious one. “You’re my soulmate, and the biggest blessing I have ever received. And I’m so so thankful for you.”

Her heart felt like it could burst from her chest. “I love you, too, my kitty. You purr-fect me.”

He grinned, his green eyes shining and his expression seeming to brighten the night. “That was a good one.”

She giggled. “I learned from the best.”

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8 for Malex? Thanks!

*hiding because this took an embarrassing amount of time I'm sorry*

tags: high school au, slight mental health stuff goin’ on, bed sharing

8. bedtime stories [ao3]

Alex never claimed to be subtle.

He watched Michael openly, his thumb between his teeth as he eyed the way he pulled his shirt over his head. He knew this was probably inappropriate. However, Michael was hot and had yet to tell him to stop staring. Sometimes it seemed like he deliberately did things to make Alex stare. So Alex kept on and hoped that, if he was only doing this to make fun of Alex, at least he got something nice to look at.

“Hey, Alex,” Michael called, tossing his sweaty shirt into his bag and grabbing a dry one, “Do you think your brother would mind if I stayed over tonight? I don’t feel like going home.”

Alex swallowed and sat up straight. He looked around at the other guys in the locker room. He was sure one of them would say something. Magically, they didn’t. 

“Clay won’t care,” Alex said, trying to seem nonchalant. Michael closed his locker and looked at him with a massive grin as he pulled his shirt down. His hair was still damp with sweat and it stuck to his forehead. Both of those things together were too much for Alex’s sanity.

“Cool. Meet you after school at my truck?”

“Okay. Yeah.”

Michael leaned close into Alex’s face and gave a mocking, “Okay, yeah,” before he laughed and walked around Alex. He twisted on the bench and followed him with his eyes as he went to the other side of the locker room where his other friends were. They instantly started talking about the game next Friday and how they were playing Carlsbad and how their team’s cheerleaders were hot. Michael didn’t deny it and Alex tried not to feel weird about it.

Instead, he grabbed his back and quickly headed out of the locker room. He hated gym and had put it off until his senior year, but now he was stuck doing it with basically no one to talk to except sophomore loners who seemed content to fail the class. He felt that.

The only highlight of it was Michael Guerin who he got to watch work up a sweat for 45 minutes every single day of the week. He got to watch him play dodgeball with too much enthusiasm and run the mile at the fastest in the class and play put-out with his friends. Alex had, somehow, befriended him when they were freshmen and both the youngest in their math class, so they stuck together. Then sophomore year they had Spanish together, junior year they had chemistry, this year they had gym. It wasn’t much but it was enough to spark an unlikely class-only friendship that turned into a school-only friendship that turned into an actual one.

He was Alex’s favorite person in the world.

The next two classes passed by relatively quickly, solely relying on the fact that Alex wasn��t paying attention and instead doodling aimlessly in his notes. Science was boring, math was easy.

Alex let himself into Michael’s truck because he was a dumbass who never locked it and sat in the passenger seat. His notebook stayed in his lap and he kept shading in the boat he was working on as the parking lot filled with other people going to their cars and people going to their buses. Michael always talked to his fellow football players before he left considering they couldn’t leave until the buses did anyway, so Alex wasn’t in a rush.

When Michael did climb in, he raised his head to get a good look at him. Because he always wanted to get a good look at him. Today, just like most days, he looked gorgeous and lit up from the inside and he was already staring at Alex.

“What’cha drawing?” he asked, scooting to the middle to look at Alex’s book. He pressed up against his side and eyed it, nodding his head. “Nice. I’m gonna get one of those tattooed on me one day.”

“What? A boat?”

“No, one of your pieces,” Michael laughed, shaking his head as he moved back to the driver’s seat. He turned the ignition and Alex stared at the side of his face. “Whichever one you think I should. Think about it.”

And Alex would think about it. It wasn’t even the first time he thought about it. Michael had spoken of getting one of his drawings on him before and the thought was quite possibly the most erotic thing Alex could think of which was ridiculous. There was nothing sexy about that in reality. But… Michael shirtless and having something Alex created permanently on his skin was just so good.

He went back to the drawing before he could entertain putting his tongue on it.

Michael turned up the radio before backing out of his spot and then they were on their way to Alex’s house. He put his drawing down in favor of watching out the window as Michael badly sang along to Nirvana and Beck.

Junior year was the first time Michael had come over to his house and it had felt weird to acknowledge that the person he’d spoken to nearly every day for over two years knew approximately nothing about his home life. Alex had half-assed an explanation about how his mother left and his dad was in jail, so Alex only lived with his brothers. Michael hadn’t judged him, only loudly made it clear he thought Clay was badass for stepping up when he was freshly 18 to make sure the rest of them didn’t get too screwed.

It was a few more after school hangouts after that that Michael confided that he’d been in the foster care system since he was a baby and had been in a group home for the last few years. Teenage boys were a hard sell to foster parents, apparently.

Clay had no problem giving his number to the group home to call for check-ins whenever Michael started staying over. 

“Please tell me he got spicy Doritos because I‒hell yeah,” Michael said, letting himself roam freely around the kitchen. He pulled the bag of spicy nacho Doritos labeled Michael out of the pantry and ripped them open, a grin on his face. Alex could watch it all day.

“Can I steal the bar mix that you haven’t touched in, like, a month?” Flint asked, his gaze stuck on his computer where he was doing homework. His eyebrows were pulled into an angry glare at it.

“Yeah, sure, if it’s still good,” Michael answered, falling onto the couch right beside Alex and holding out the bag to him. Alex shook his head. Michael often got food obsessions and would go a month where that was all he wanted, but during bad days it was the only thing he could eat that didn’t make him lose his appetite. 

Despite the fact that he was all smiles, Alex had memorized the warning signs and knew he wouldn’t be eating dinner.

“Sweet,” Flint said, sliding to the pantry to grab the remnants of Michael’s last food obsession.

One of the warning signs that Michael wasn’t doing great, despite the fact that he’d asked to come over at all and hadn’t just invited himself, was the fact that he had taken any excuse all day to be tactile Alex. He’d spent all lunch and gym with him instead of with his football buddies, he’d wanted to sit closer in the truck, he immediately sat practically on top of him on the couch.

Later that night, he sat beside him at dinner and picked at it, only eating the crunchy asparagus and the edges of the tortilla part of his quesadilla. Alex ate what he didn’t.

Michael took a shower and wore Alex’s clothes and made himself at home in Alex’s bed, all cozy and on his phone with his thumb in his mouth when Alex got out of the shower. When they’d first started spending the night together, Michael slept on the couch or on the floor. One night they’d fallen asleep in Alex’s bed during a movie and now that’s where he went each night.

Alex didn’t mind.

He shut off the lights and jumped into bed, putting on Netflix on the TV and starting up where they’d left off in their third watch-through of The Good Place. Michael scooted closer until they were touching in some way, his eyes still partially on his phone and partially on the TV.

It should’ve bothered Alex. It should’ve felt like taunting. Occasionally he did feel the need to shake him and ask him if he really wasn’t seeing how much Alex was into him. Was the staring not enough? Was the way he got a bit dizzy whenever he realized Michael was beginning to smell like Alex’s shampoo not enough? Was Alex’s eyes tracing every bead of sweat that rolled across his face like he hadn’t had water in weeks not enough? Was every single one of Michael’s other friends mentioning that they acted “kinda gay” not enough?

But mostly Alex was fine with it. Michael was safe here and comfortable and Alex wasn’t going to ruin that by wanting something more. So he would keep his hands to himself. He wouldn’t be subtle, but he wouldn’t be overbearing. He would just be Alex and hope that was alright.

“Alex,” Michael whispered, moving until his head was on Alex’s shoulder. Alex hummed in response. “Can you tell me a bedtime story about your boat?”

Alex smiled and shifted, his fingers slipping into Michael’s hair. Michael tilted his head up until they locked eyes. They were so close, just like every time Michael requested a bedtime story, as if that was the only acceptable time to be less than an inch away from each other’s face. Alex very quietly thought that their entire friendship felt like one.

“Once upon a time, there was a very loud pirate captain,” Alex started, watching as Michael’s thumb slowly started gravitating towards his mouth again, “He was old and held very strict beliefs. If you disagreed, he’d throw you overboard.”

“What a dick.”

“Mm, yeah, very. Anyway, he was always angry and his crew were like ‘shit, what if he’s lonely’ and decided they needed to get him a friend.”

“Oh no, poor lonely pirate man,” Michael said around his thumb.

“Poor lonely pirate man indeed,” Alex agreed, nodding solemnly, “So they searched high and low for anyone to be his companion. Not someone on the crew, but someone who would be his equal and separate from his employees. It was a very complicated task. They would find people who seemed good, but then the pirate captain wouldn’t like them and kick them out. It happened so many times they almost gave up. But eventually, they found an astronaut who seemed like a good fit because he was very smart and very happy.”

Michael pulled his thumb from his mouth with a loud pop, “So they really searched high, huh?”

Alex huffed a laugh and nodded, combing back his hair. His heart thudded in his chest as he stared at him, at his interested and tired eyes. God, he was so into him. Every single bit of him. Even when he needed moments like these.

“Yeah, really high. And they brought him back to the boat to meet the captain and they really, really thought he would hate him. But you know what? He didn’t. They actually got on quite well. And the captain started becoming a lot less angry,” Alex said. Michael shifted, pressing closer.

“And did the astronaut change?”

“Mhm. He got to relax too. He didn’t feel like he had to be super smart and happy to make everyone else happy anymore, he could just be himself. He could even be sad sometimes and that was okay because he had someone who liked him no matter what,” Alex explained, “He even would stop at islands to get his favorite foods.”

“Were they just best friends or were they in love?” Michael asked. Alex swallowed carefully and scanned his eyes over his face, trying to gauge what would be a better answer.

“They started as just best friends,” Alex decided, “But they fell in love. They were both. Somewhere in between.”

“Somewhere in between?”

“Yeah, like, not quite just best friends and not quite together romantically. Something different. Something special,” Alex tried. Michael watched him closely. In the background, Eleanor watched herself fall in love with Chidi for one of the hundreds of times they fell in love and Alex tried not to be too poetic about it.

“Alex,” Michael said, his hand dropping between them, “Are we somewhere in between? It feels like we are”

The question was honestly innocent but Alex stopped breathing, not knowing how to answer. He had a football player cuddling up to him in his bed. He should say no. He should save his own ass. He should keep it to himself.

But Michael was comfortable enough to cuddle him, to be babied when he needed it, to be raw and open.

So why couldn’t Alex?

“Do you wanna be?” Alex asked. Michael blinked. “Or… like… do you wanna be somewhere… not in between?”

“Like, on the other side? The romantic side?” Michael clarified. Alex nodded slowly, unsure. “Does it mean I get goodnight kisses?”

Alex let out a slow breath and laughed cautiously, “If you want them.”

“I want them,” Michael said assuredly. Alex couldn’t fucking think straight and he was just smiling stupidly at him. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Goodnight kisses, right here,” Michael said, tapping his lips delicately.

“Right. Okay.”

Alex moved his head just a little to give him a soft kiss, barely lasting a few seconds. He didn’t want to be too presumptuous. And, still, it was probably the best kiss he’d ever had in his life. His heart was trying to escape his chest.

He was really doing this. This was really happening.

“Did they live happily ever after, Alex?” Michael asked against his lips. Alex breathed and nodded.

“Yeah. They did.”

[captaincravatthecapricious]

Ill and Alone- Prompt Fill

cw food mention, nausea mention, fever, anxiety, the concept of not feeling bad enough to merit comfort, depression, isolation

Hi!  I am still accepting bingo prompts!  The crossed out prompts are already written, the starred ones are ones that I have gotten, but not posted yet!  Let me know which character you want and if you prefer writing on a drawing! Bingo sheet by the wonderful @celosiaa​

Jon wakes up to Martin leaving before dawn.  Walks him to the door, hands him breakfast and a thermos of tea.  Goes back to bed, the sticky exhaustion nipping at his heals, at the back of his skull.  Inserted in the grit in the corner of his eyes.  

He wakes up to an empty bed, Martin’s side of the room looking sad and empty, usual trinkets of their cohabitation lacking.  No prescription on the nightstand, no glasses, no poetry book, no neatly folded outfit set out for the morning, closet looking empty.  

The room is bathed in the grey light of early morning.  Jon goes back to sleep.  

He wakes up properly at nine.  He makes tea, staring at the faded sticky note that Martin had written precisely how both he and Jon respectively take their tea.  Jon remembers by this point.  It’s been years since he Needed to look at the note, but he still looks at it because… well… it’s Martin’s writing.  Instructions written with care and precision, with a little heart and a smily face.  He doesn’t trace the writing, he isn’t that pathetic, and he doesn’t want the paper to disintegrate any faster than it already is… but he wants to.  

Martin will be back in a couple days.  He shouldn’t be this clingy…  But the flat already feels empty and cold.  Jon shivers, holding his tea close to his chest, and resisting the temptation to make a second cup for Martin.  

Jon teaches his classes.  He eats lunch in his office.  A sandwich that tastes like chalk and fills his mouth with cement.  He grades a few papers.  He teaches another class.  He rides the tube home.  He falls asleep on the couch.  He wakes up on the couch.  The flat cold around him, the cushions stiff and frozen against his slight and hurting frame.  Joints stiff against the chill.  

He thinks about making dinner, or even just reheating some leftovers, but he doesn't.  He texts Martin.  'Love you, hope the volunteer training is going well.'

He falls asleep.  Heavy and aching and so tired.  

He wakes up on the cold couch to a buzz from his phone.  'Going well, just finished up for the night.  Love you!'

It's dark now, but not late.  Daylight doesn't last long in the grey of winter in London.  Jon shivers.  He thinks again about dinner, and how Martin would want him to eat, but he just wants a warm shower and to go to bed.  

He considers his cane, but doesn't feel it worth the effort.  It is out of his way, and he would just like to get this over with.  

Jon hates sitting in the shower, but he hates baths more, and his hurting limbs won't keep him up any longer.  

Jon wakes up in a cold sweat.  Salt on his lips, saltwater on his lashes.  The flat is cold.  Cold like his dreams.  Panic on his breath as the Lonely dreams still hold him in their vice.  He wraps his arms around his chest.  He tries to rub his own back despite aching muscles, trying to make his own boney hands sooth him like Martin can.  He shakes and he cries silently.  

He checks his phone, the low brightness still stinging his eyes, and smears the numbers of the time beyond recognition, but he makes out no new messages.  

He pushes himself out of bed on aching legs, and shaking arms, pulling on one of Martin's sweaters and stopping by the loo.  

He makes tea.  And tries to take comfort because it is almost as good as when Martin makes it.  

Jon goes back to bed.  

It's morning and Jon's head hurts.  His head hurts and his arms hurt and his legs hurt and his back hurts.  

He almost pushes himself up to get ready for work, but he remembers it is Saturday.  

Jon rolls over to Martin's side of the bed.  Placing himself in the divot where Martin would be, if he were not out of town.  

Jon texts Martin.  'Morning, have a nice day, love you.'

Jon dozes.  

He should make breakfast.  But he isn't hungry, and he doesn't want to move.  Even if his small frame isn't holding heat, even under the thick covers of their bed.  He wants the weighted blanket.  He wants the heated blanket, but those live in the closet.  Those are for bad nights.  Mostly of the time He and Martin under the thick duvet is enough.  

But it isn't night and it isn't that bad, is it?  And even so, that is more effort that he thinks he can spare.  

He texts Martin.  

He texts Martin.  

He texts Martin.  

He texts Martin.  

Meaningless texts with the mundanities that are beyond him.  Little messages about missing him, about making tea, about reading.  None of them lies, but cutting out the dragging exhaustion that has given way to a dragging fever.  

And Martin texts back.  

Jon bundled in the heated blanket and Martin's jumper on the couch.  Dosing off to the Archers.  He still hates that show, but it's easier to hate something for the content than admitting he feels too shitty to even enjoy the documentaries he has been saving for the weekend.  

He grades some.  Not much.  And he makes tea.  

He thinks again about the leftovers in the refrigerator, but he doesn't have the energy to eat them.  Lacks the appetite.  

Jon falls asleep on the couch.  Tea cooling on the coffee table.  Papers spread around him in uneven heaps.  

Jon texts Martin.  And Martin texts back.  

Only the buzz of the phone keeping him from sinking deeper into misery.    

Jon texts him whenever he is awake to do so, and Martin texts back during his breaks.  

Jon's head hurts.  He is shivering despite the heated blanket that is tight around him.  Woken from another nightmare by his own gasping breath.  The Stranger this time.  

He calls Tim.  

"Jon?  Everything okay?"

Still gasping from the phantom hands rubbing him down, fighting the nausea that comes with that particular brand of terror, of that trauma of his invaded personal space.  And the desperation that someone come and save him from his cold and empty flat and end this lonely weekend.  

"Jon, are you alright?  Where are you, do you need your inhaler?"  

Jon probably does, but he fights for breath for a minute and he's more or less okay.  

"I'm home.  It's fine, sorry for calling."  He feels foolish for being needy, and more foolish still because he's fighting back tears now.  Tears over nothing at all.  Just the fever.  Just the dreams.  Martin will be home tomorrow, and Jon will probably be feeling better by then, and if not, it's probably mostly exhaustion anyways.  He's been having a hard time getting restful sleep.  

"Hey, hey, hey Jon.  It's okay to call.  Are you alright?  Do you need someone to come over?"  Tim isn't angry.  It still surprises Jon that there is no bite to his voice.  No snipping, not sarcasm, not annoyance.  Just... warmth, caring.  

"Just a little under the weather.  I'm okay.  Sorry for bothering you... Had a dream... and just... Sorry it's foolish.  I'm alright."  Jon shivers, and hoping he doesn't sound too soggy over the phone.  He aches.  Stupid joints.  Stupid immune system.  Gives out the minute Martin leaves.  Which... good.  He guesses… at least Martin isn't losing sleep over him this time.  He hates that Martin doesn't sleep when caring for Jon.  He Hates it.  He hates stealing sleep for him, even if this is the mundane way of doing it, he still has cost Martin too much over the years.  

"I'm gonna come over, okay?  It's not a bother, it's not an inconvenience, I had been planning to give you a visit anyhow, I've been too busy to drop by in a while and I want to see you because you are my friend, and if I make you soup as well, hey we both get dinner out of it.  I promise I Want to.  Sasha still has work, so I don't have any company tonight anyhow.  No plans.  Nothing."

"Not been hungry."  That's all Jon has the energy to argue.  

"Feeling queasy, or just the usual fever nonsense?"  Tim asks.  He sounds too cheerful for this.  

"Nightmare queasy now, but mostly just... fever probably."

"Oof.  One of those nightmares?  Yikes.  Well, that kind usually passes in a bit, then we can make you some Spicy Stoker Sick-day Soup.  This Is to my benefit.  Sasha isn't a big fan, and Martin isn't either.  It's a good excuse to make some good comfort food."

Jon almost smiles.  "'kay."  

Tim must guess he's falling asleep again.  "Get some rest.  I'll be there soon with some soup stuff and meds.  Don't worry about letting me in, I have a key, remember?"

Jon falls asleep on the couch.  

He wakes up to tea being set in front of him.  

Jon groans and rubs at his eyes.  

"I know I've said it before, but that note in the kitchen is fucking adorable!  I mean... a little sad that it took you that long to learn how to make yourself tea, but still fucking precious that the note still has a place of honor.  Not to mention, it's good reference for when I want to make you the perfect comfort cup of tea!"  Tim smiles at him.  

And it isn't the same as with Martin, but it still warms him up.  At least a little.  

"Hey bud, how are you feeling?"

Jon tiredly rock his hand in a so-so motion.  

"Mind if I take your temperature before you drink that tea?"

Jon turns his attention inward to see if what remains of the Eye wants to be helpful today.  "38.6."

"That... I can't tell if that is handy or inconvenient.  In any case, not bad but not great.  You okay if I start the soup?  You can either get some more rest of join me in the kitchen and we can watch some Buzzfeed on my laptop?"

Jon nods.  He gathers his blanket and his tea, and limps to the kitchen.  

Tim sucks in his breath at Jon's clearly stiff movements, and rushes to plug the blanket back in before Jon can move to do so.  

"You.  Are not gonna help, okay?  You can help by drinking your tea, and some water and then getting back to the couch and using me as a pillow and eating a little something."

Jon opens his mouth to argue, but sees the steel in Tim's glare.  Nothing unkind, but still solid resistance.  He nods.  

Jon falls asleep on Tim.  On the couch.  Empty bowls stacked next to Tim's laptop, cord plugged in next to Jon's blanket.  

Tim stays the next afternoon until Martin gets home.  Marin scolding Jon for not telling him he was ill.  Martin thanking Tim for coming.  Martin wrinkling his nose at the soup.  

Martin's prescription and glasses, and clothes and book back in their proper places.  Martin in Martin's divot in the mattress, Jon smooshed against Martin, still a shade too warm, but much better than earlier.  

Jon falls asleep in Martin's arms.  

[aimee-maroux]

I hope you had a joyful start into the holiday season 🕯️

This is the first scene from my November Patreon story, just some fun banter between Hermes and Apollon.

Chione

"Apollo and Mercurius [Hermes] are said to have slept the same night with Chione, daughter of Daedalion." Pseudo-Hyginus, Fabulae 200

Hermes followed Apollon's handsome servant into the god's bedroom. He had flown here with a burning question but the girl he had spotted bathing near Mount Parnassos had set alight a different fire. A petite beauty with shining eyes as dark as the night sky and long flaxen tresses. He had considered taking a detour but approaching a lady while bathing wasn't a very smart move. So he had continued on his way to the palace atop the peak of Mount Parnassos where his golden brother lived when he was not on Mount Olympos. Apollon hummed a melody, seated on the floor in front of a hole in the ground where he was working on a mosaic. Hermes had known the god of the arts for a long time and yet he was always amazed when he beheld the extraordinary beauty created by his skillful hands.

"Lord Apollon," the servant spoke softly, "Lord Hermes is here to see you."

Apollon looked up from his work with eyes the colour of a cloudless sky, a happy smile on his lips. He rose and Hermes flew into his arms for an embrace. Not that it had been long since they had last seen each other. Hermes always found one reason or another to drop by and if Apollon saw through the more flimsy excuses, he never said anything. Before the elder god even opened his mouth, Hermes blurtet:

"Brother! You won't believe the story I just heard in Messenia!"

"Get us a cup of nectar and some ambrosia for my brother," Apollon told his servant, then he turned to Hermes. "Sit down, little gossip, and tell me the story."

Hermes impatiently sat down on Apollon's bed, the wings on his sandals buzzing with excitement.

"I was helping the shepherds as I often do – you're going to love this – and as we sat around the camp fire passing bread and wine–"

"You stayed for mortal food? Hermes, I–"

"Shush! So I'm enjoying a simple rustic bread with watered wine when one of them says he heard a story from his older brother about Hermes and Apollon visiting the sacred grove of Karneios. So of course I ask him to tell the story."

"Of course."

"And he goes really quiet and says: 'Last year during the festival, Hermes and Apollon appeared in Messenia and wandered among the celebrants as they often do, unrecognised. Despite the loud music, the gods noticed the fearful cry of a lost lamb coming from the woods and, true to their nature, the keepers of the flocks followed it to bring it home. Only to find a shepherd boy, all by himself, trying desperately to protect the lamb from a wolf. The gods scared away the beast and, admiring the bravery of the shepherd boy, they both offered to lie with him beneath the stars. Wishing not to offend either of them, the shepherd boy asked if they would share his love like brothers and so Apollon and Hermes embraced him both and fulfilled their desire.'"

Apollon raised an eyebrow.

"That's what you came all the way from Messenia for? Some horny shepherd's fantasy?"

"Oh come on! You inspired it! You or one of the Muses!"

Apollon shrugged.

"It certainly wasn't me. What a load of bollocks."

"You totally fuck pretty shepherd boys, Apollon. Or have you already forgotten about Branchos?" Hermes nudged his brother with his elbow.

"I'm sorry, I don't recall the part where you swooped down from Olympos to join us in our love-making."

"Maybe deep down you wanted me there to help. That's why you inspired the Messenian shepherd to come up with that story."

"It's more likely one of my Muses developed an infatuation with you, wouldn't you say? It wasn't me."

"Could it have been unintentional? I'm you sure you were rock-hard setting every tile on that gorgeous mosaic." He nodded to the work in progress.

Apollon grinned.

"Someone is horny today."

"I knew it!"

"Not me. You."

Apollon's servant came in with a jug of nectar and two cups, followed by a girl with a platter ladden with ambrosia. They pulled the table from below Apollon's large bed and set out food and drink.

"If you came here for a tumble in the sheets, I have to disappoint you. But please, dig in."

Hermes didn't have to be told twice. The meals in Apollon's palace were always excellent. The god of the arts continued with his floor mosaic while Hermes ate, portraits of the Muses. Hermes thoughts wandered back to the bathing girl. If she had returned to her chambers, a linen robe covering her charms? When he returned, he would get her out of them with crafty words and tender hands. His lips would travel over smooth white skin, her sighs encouragement to be even bolder...

"I said: 'what other news from Messenia'?" Apollon said pointedly. Oh shit! Had he been talking all this time?

"Nothing much. A little help was needed with their livestock. I provided it," Hermes mumbled.

"It seems to me," Apollon said bluntly, "that your mind is somewhere else. Or your cock."

Hermes considered brushing it off with a lie but Apollon was vexingly good at seeing through them. So he put on a charming smile and said:

"Well, there is this girl..."

"I knew it."

"I spotted her on my way here. And on my way back..." He made an obscene gesture.

"Aha," Apollon said dryly. "Well, I have my sight set on a girl as well. Fair-cheeked Chione, the daughter of Daidalion, granddaughter of Eos' son the Evening Star. Beautiful golden hair, eyes as dark as the depths of Okeanos, and when I see her rosy arms I want nothing more than to hold her in my embrace. She doesn't live far from here, you may have seen her take a bath in the river around this time of day."

"Maybe I did." Hermes grinned. "I was lucky to catch my girl bathing."

"Just now?"

"Yes."

"What does she look like?"

"Blond, dark-eyed, petite... I guess we have similar taste. She looks exactly like you described the girl you fancy."

Apollon scowled.

"She is mine, Hermes, stay away from her."

"Yours? Did you get her with child or what do you mean?"

"You will not steal her away from me, do you hear me?"

"If you want her so badly, why haven't you taken her already."

Apollon was often enough rash with these things, all reason thrown to the wind.

"It wasn't the right time."

"Maybe for you it isn't. I plan on having a splendid time."

"Stay out of this, Hermes. I mean it." Apollon's voice had taken on a threatening tone that didn't sit well with Hermes. It meant that his brother was being serious and that playtime was over.

"That is so unfair! I saw her too. Why should you get to decide who takes her?"

"Because I'm the elder god and your older brother. We can have a contest for her, if you prefer losing on the race track again."

"You beat me ONE TIME. It was a fluke, I will gladly prove it to you!"

"Then run home to Olympos and get the stadion ready. There should be witnesses, don't you think?"

Hermes frowned. He couldn't wait to outrun Apollon in front of everyone. But if he left for Olympos now, he wouldn't get the chance to seduce Chione until after he had won, surely two days or more. He was horny now.

"Ooooor we could take inspiration from the mortals and, you know... share her? Like brothers?"

"Share her?" Apollon raised an eyebrow. "Are you already certain you will lose?"

Hermes rolled his eyes.

"No. But we could save ourselves the trouble of a competition. If you are willing."

"I suppose you can have her after I am done."

"No, I mean like..." Hermes put on his most charming smile. "Together."

"I see." Apollon seemed to deeply ponder the suggestion as if it were a tough mathematical problem.

"Look, it's very simple," Hermes interjected, "Instead of two partners, we will be three. So you get an extra partner to enjoy. Me."

Apollon looked down at him, his eyes soft.

"I know. I am working out the best way to go about it considering our difference in height and, well, size."

"So your answer is yes?"

"If you wait until tonight I shall be happy to go to bed with both of you."

"Deal!"

Apollon smiled.

"Await me after sunset."

"Oh by bountiful Gaia, I'm telling her! I'm telling her to work up an appetite because tonight, she gets double servings!"

~~~

Full story on my Patreon, including an explicit illustration by @roconita 🔥

In December, the story will be an Ikaros/Phaethon romance and there will be an article about the similarities of Christmas with the Roman Saturnalia.

Love, Aimée

[scarletosprey]

Fanfic

Harry finally becomes a true Weasley after marrying the love of his life-Ginny, well she is the only person who is suitable for him....or is she?

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Who does he likes the most?

Ron stumbled into Burrow’s kitchen scowling. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen for breakfast. Bill was sitting beside Charlie. Mr Weasley had left early for ministry. Percy was also there who has returned after the public announcement of the resurrection of Voldemort. He had begged for forgiveness to his family. His parents had readily forgiven him, but the siblings were still sore to him sometimes. Mrs Weasley was busy making breakfast for everyone. Only Harry and Ginny was absent from the kitchen.

Ron groaned and flopped on a chair.

 “Oh you are up dear, What would you like for breakfast? ” Mrs Weasley asked him.

 “I don’t think I can eat anything right now.” said Ron in a disgruntled voice.

 Every single person’s head snapped at him at his statement.

 “Ron are you all right”, Hermione asked bewildered. Cause Ron can stop doing anything but eating.

 “Are you ok? You or not sick are you?” Mrs Weasley started fussing over him, checking his head for temperature.

 “Did you heard what I heard dear Georgie!” Fred exclaimed with a mock panicked look

 “Oh, surely Freddie” George replied, copying the look of his twin.

 “Dear Ronnikins denied the food…the food.” 

 “Next thing we know will be Malfoy kissing our shoes.” 

Everyone else would have laughed at twins banter if they weren’t busy deducing reason behind Ron’s denial for food.

 “Stop it you two. After seeing your best mate and sister eating each other’s face off –first thing in the morning, anyone will lose their appetite.” Ron said Scowling

 Harry and Ginny had got together after Harry arrived at Burrow two weeks ago. He had realized his feelings for her during the end of his fifth year. She helped him through his grief for the loss of Sirius. He has confessed his feelings to her before it would have been too late as she has mentioned something about Dean Thomas on a return train ride. Ginny waved his concern. She told him that she had said that to piss-off Ron because he was acting like a overprotective git. They were together since then. Everyone was happy for the couple. Except for Ron, as he was having difficulty accepting the fact that his best friend likes his younger sister in that way. He always made the gagging sound even if they just held hands. Ginny was getting irritated by his behaviour. And now he has seen his baby sister and best mate snogging first thing in the morning.

 Mrs Weasley heaved a sigh of relief after hearing that nothing was wrong with his health.

 Hermione rolled her eyes. She had had this conversation with Ron many times. Many times she had to distract Ron when an argument seemed rising between him and Ginny.

 “Honesty Ron you’re just overreacting.” She said throwing him an irritated look.

 But Weasley brother’s faces were contorted.

 “Well we’ll just have to accept this fact.” Bill said acting as mature big brother all though he didn’t like the mental image of his sister snogging Harry.

 “I knew she had a crush on him but never thought Ginny could date him. It was just silly fangirl crush actually.” Charlie said thoughtfully

 “True, but she matured.” Hermione said catching everyone’s attention

She continued, “Ginny initially had that fangirl crush but she grew out of that. she even dated one other guy, that’s when she started seeing the real harry. Harry needs someone who can see him as harry as a real person and not as some hero.

 Everyone just stared at her.

 Fred and George had to my comment after such thought-full explanation-so they did,

 “Besides he just loves Weasleys” said Fred.

 “Just can’t resist the Weasley charm.” George said, merrily tucking into his breakfast.

 Hermione rolled her eyes smiling fondly

 “And that’s why he doesn’t have any other options. There aren’t many Weasley girls. Ginny is the only girl born in seven generations in Weasley family.” Bill mused out loud.

 “He doesn’t have many options cause he is walking straight.” Fred huffed.

 “If only he swung another way he would have had six options to choose from.” said George.

 “And he would have chosen me seeing that I am his favourite.” Fred said and continued eating.

 “Excuse me we both are his favourite, so why would he choose only you?” George asked crossing his arms in front of his chest.

 “Because I am a most handsome twin, everyone knows that.” Fred said that as if stating obvious.

 George was about to restore but Bill cut in.

  Bill brushed his ponytail before looking up at them and saying, “If we are going on looks then sorry brothers I think I am most handsome Weasley. So he would have chosen me.” 

  “You see we are talking about a boy here and seeing that I am one who is into a boy, his natural choice should be me.” Charlie stated matter-of-factly.

 “But we are speaking hypothetically. It is not important whether you are gay or not.” Percy waved away Charlie’s argument.

 “Percy shut up if you don’t have any valid argument. And he would never choose you so shut up.” Charlie glaring at Percy.

 “Of course it is a valid argument and how would you know that he wouldn’t choose me,” Percy asked him.

 “Why dear brother”-Fred

 “Want to choose one all for yourself.”-George said smirking at Percy, causing him to sputter incoherently.

 “As if he has any chance.” It came from Ron, who was silent during the argument.

 Percy raised his eyebrow and said “why not? Then tell Ron who has a chance with Harry.”

 “Yes you are his best friend you will be able to judge precisely.”- Bill

 Ron stared at his brothers as if they are small children and he is teaching them two plus two is four and said “Of course it would be me. I am his best friend after all. I know him better than any of you. And if you had forgotten I am the one whom he had rescued from the black lake during the second task in Triwizard tournament which means I am the person whom he will miss the most.”

 Everyone was quiet for a minute. Then Charlie exclaimed suddenly “We need a fair judge.”  

 Everyone nodded in agreement.

Fred scanned the table. His eyes stopped on bushy-haired girl and his lips turned into an evil smile.

 “Dear Hermione you are looking magnificent today.” said Fred.

 “Yes absolutely gorgeous.” George continued knowing what Fred was trying to do.

 “Stunning”

 “Charming”

  “Ok ok shut up, I am not judging which Weasley boy has a chance with Harry Game.” Hermione said frowning at them.

 “Come on Hermione, you would be the perfect judge. You are his best friend and you are not competing either.” said Ron in an attempt to convince her, hoping that she would be partial to him..

 “Competing, honestly Ronald.” Hermione said exasperated.

  Harry and Ginny entered the kitchen. No one noticed them except Hermione as they had resumed their previous argument.

 “What’s going on?” Ginny asked piling food on her plate.

 “Ah! Just the man we wanted to see.” said Charlie looking happily at Harry.

 “Go on, tell them, Harry, you would choose me upon them any day,” Ron told Harry passing him the butter.

 Harry was confused as to what was going on and seeing at Ginny she was in the same state as him.

 “Ron don’t pressure him, let him decide for himself,” Bill told Ron glaring at him.

 “Harrykins just tell them I am most handsome and close the topic.”-Fred

 “First of all we look alike and why you when we have already decided that we both are his favourite.” George turned to Fred frowning.

  Charlie growled at them. “Will you just stop praising yourselves.” 

 “Everyone be silent. Let us ask Harry what he thinks.”-Percy said solemnly.

 Harry was now extremely confused. Were they fighting over him? No, they won’t do that, would they? Well, they were Weasleys and they can do absolutely anything. He had had the first-hand experience at that. He shot an enquiring look at Hermione. She was trying hard not to laugh at them ….or him.

 “Alright shut up and speak one by one.” Ginny said over the raised voices.

 “Ginny we were just wondering that who would Harry chose among us if he swung the other way,” Bill stated calmly

 Harry and Ginny kept staring at them until Ginny burst out laughing. That set Hermione on laughter fit. Harry can’t understand what they were finding amusing in this situation where he felt more and more uncomfortable by passing minute.

  “This is serious Ginny,” Ron said sending her irritated look.

 Still chuckling Ginny said, “Of course it is Ron.” Then she turned to Harry and asked him managing a straight look “What do you think Harry? Who would you dump me for?”

 Harry let his head fall on the table with a groan. Still, he could hear the boys arguing and girls laughing their heads off.

 Mrs Weasley entered the kitchen listening to the bickering of her children and honorary children.

 “What’s the racket?”

 “Mum…Your sons are trying to steal my boyfriend.” Ginny managed to tell between her laughs.

 “Boys leave the poor boy alone. I have told you not to threaten him.” Mrs Weasley scolded her son. 

 “We are doing nothing like that.”-Bill

 “Then what are you on about.” Mrs. Weasley asked narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

 All boys looked at each other, trying to come with reasons to tell their mother.

 “Mrs Weasley they were doing quite the opposite. They were fighting for…err…what can we say…Harry’s affection.” Hermione told her looking in amusement.

 In the meanwhile, Harry had gulped down his breakfast. He stood up thanked Molly and slowly walked towards the kitchen door.

  Ron saw him and said loudly ”Harry at least answer us.”

 But had leapt in the run towards backyard already.

 “I think he doesn’t want to disappoint anyone by choosing me.” Fred stated and started the argument once again.

[theymakemegayer]

Reputation: Chapter 7

a/n: This took long because I had a writer’s block a few days ago, but my productive self push through it, plus I was really excited to write this chapter.

Rating: M (for smut)

It’s been a while since I had written a smut and I tried a different style for this smut. I’d appreciate your feedbacks!

tag list: @riptideyun @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @somewillwin 

Reputation Chapters 1-6

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The morning after I received that text from Poppy I was sitting at the kitchen counter stool with Zoey cooking some pancakes. Getting Poppy's text just made me more confused. I refused to think how it gave me a small hope. That maybe she would see me as someone more than her enemy.

 "So how's working with Poppy?" She asked as she casually flipped the pancakes in the pan.

 "Oh," I jerked to reality when Zoey's voice interrupting my thoughts. She turned around and narrowed her eyes towards me - scrutinizing my reaction. I gulped and smiled awkwardly at her. 

 "Bea, are you alright?" She asked.

 I nodded, still smiling. 

 She looked at me hard before smiling, "Okay. Now spill what happened yesterday."

 Zoey turned her back from me again focusing on the pancakes, I let the smile on my lips, "It was alright," More than alright to be honest. I paused, "She was really different at the animal shelter. She was gentle, compassionate, sweet--" I chuckled as the images of yesterday flashed in my mind.

 Zoey turned and looked at me her eyes narrowed once again, "Girl she was around dogs. Anyone would get soft and mushy in the face of puppy-dog eyes."

 I gulped. She turned around again to focus on the pancakes. I stifled a sigh, "I know that. I'm just saying that what if there is really something more about Poppy? Have you ever imagined if we'll have her on our side and finally we can wave the white flag and rule the school as equals?"

 Turning the stove off, she turned around. She sighed, "You're so optimistic about this. I still am not convinced with all of this. I just want you to be careful," Her bright smile turned softer, "Specially with how Poppy likes backstabbing people. I don't want to see you get hurt just because you got too close with Poppy's claws."

 "Aww Zo." I cooed. My heart melted with the softness in her eyes. Guilt started to creep in me as I continue to stare at Zoey. 

 She chuckled before her eyes flashed with certain seriousness, "I trust you Bea, but I've been here since the start of Poppy's reigns. Trust me when I say never let your guard down when you're with her."

 I gulped thickly the words she said hit me deeper than I thought. I plastered a smile to mask the nervousness creeping on me. Does Zoey know my growing attraction for Poppy? I stood up and walked towards her. I enveloped her with a hug, "Thank you for looking out for me Zo. You're really the best." I'm sorry I can't tell you yet how I really feel about Poppy. I'm not even sure what I'm putting myself into.

 She rubbed my back soothingly, "Of course Bea. You're my best friend."

 I sighed as her hug brought comfort while my mind drowned in the sea of thoughts full of Poppy's name.

 === 

Later at lunch time, Poppy asked me to meet her at a high end restaurant where we'll meet up with Chloe. I made sure to arrive at least a few minutes early. I had decided to talk to her. I don't know how cooperative she will be, but at this point where I felt like I'm gonna lose my mind thinking what she really feels about me; I'd rather do something, anything with how messy my emotions had become. 

 I arrived at the high end restaurant. A waitress guided me to a private room. As the door opened I saw Poppy already sitting in one of the four chairs in the huge table at the centre of the room. She looked up from her phone and as our eyes met a hundred of butterflies fluttered in my stomach as her brown eyes bore on me. I gulped thickly feeling the wind knocked out of me. I knew Poppy was beautiful. Heck, her beauty caught me the first time we met, but something in her felt different today. Was it the way her brown eyes widened a little when she saw me? Or was it how the corners of her lips tugged into a soft smile? Soft smile. My heart was threatening to explode in my chest.

 "You're early." She spoke. When did her voice sound this gentle? With my heart pounding and mind raising a hundred questions per second I almost forgot to speak. 

 I cleared my throat, "I was hoping I could talk to you before Chloe arrives."

 "Then take a sit first." 

 I took a bee line towards the chair in front of her, but before I can even touch the chair she spoke again, "Sit here beside me Farmsville."

 I stuttered in shock, "I... Are you.. Wh--"

 She rolled her eyes, "Just sit here, now." Her was voice stern as she narrowed her eyes at me.

 I gulped my words back to save me from more embarrassment. Once I sat beside her, I turned slightly towards her. 

 "So?" She asked already waiting for me to speak.

 I cleared my throat, "Honestly, Poppy I'm confused. What are you up to? Why did you invite me today? Why me? You could have just invited Veronica today," Words continuously spilled out from me; half of my worries and fears masked in those words.

 "Okay slow down Hughes." She said calmly, "You have too many questions."

 "How can I not?" I tried not let my frustrations won over me. "Like this is weird and surprising and--"

 I suddenly forgot how to speak when her hand gently lay on mine. The warmth of her hand grounding me back to the present. My eyes grew wide as I looked from her hand on mine to her face. 

 She had a soft smile again, "I swear will you calm down Hughes? Breath."  I badly want to tell her, how am I supposed to calm down when her hand was on mine, but she paused and raised an eyebrow waiting for me to obey her and so I did.

 "Good." She spoke again. "You're the one who told me before to stop over analysing things and just use my eyes." She chuckled. 

 My eyes grew wide again. It wasn't a mocking or humorless laugh. She sounded really genuine and amused. "Who are you? What have you done to Poppy?" I pointed an accusing finger with my free hand.

 She shook her head still smiling, "Please I'm too perfect to have a clone."

 "And sheeee's back." I giggled making her chuckle. 

 "Like I said, I need someone to prevent me from killing Chloe right on the spot." 

 I smirked at her, "As if you can do that."

 Rolling her eyes she continued, "Plus I'm completely still using the privileges of us still in truce."

 I raised my eyebrow at her, "What if I just want for us to have this truce permanently?"

 Before she can even reply the door flew open. Chloe walked in and instantly raised an eyebrow at me, "What is she doing here?" There was sharpness in her voice.

 Poppy slowly retracted her hand on mine which I wasn't even aware that was still there. She cleared her throat and looked at Chloe passively, "I invited her, just in case I lose my patience and do something," She paused smirking her voice turning husky, "really bad."

 I saw Chloe visibly gulped.

 Poppy smiled coldly, "Go on take a sit."

 Later on, as the foods were served and the three of us started to eat quietly. The awkward silence made me lost my appetite in the middle of the meal. I sighed at last, my patience wearing thin. They haven't even tried to speak since Chloe sat.

 Putting my utensils down, I threw a look on both of them. I groaned, "Okay that's it." They both pause and looked at me. "You two talk." I crossed my arms and gestured with my chin on them.

 Poppy wiped her lips carefully with the table napkin before she spoke," You heard her Chlo."

 Chloe scoffed, "What? Is she my replacement?"

 This time I scoffed, "Excuse me? No offense Pops and Chloe, but hell no I would be your replacement."

 Poppy coughed masking the laugh she almost released. When I met Poppy's eyes I stifled the smile I almost showed. I turned again my attention towards Chloe, "Anyway, let's focus on the important matter here. I believe you want to talk to Poppy?"

 Chloe sighed, "Fine. I'll let this one slide newbie." She finally looked at Poppy. She gulped, "I know how much being on top means to you. I need you to believe I didn't do anything. I'm also surprised to see the ranking system like that."

 Poppy's eyebrow raised, "That's it? And you expect me to believe you because you said so?"

 Chloe bit her lips, "No matter how much I try to tell you my side that is the truth. I don't know what happened." Chloe's eyes were glassy with unshed tears by now, "Poppy our friendship means so much to me. Do you really think I'll just ruin it stupidly like that?"

 I saw Poppy's jaw clenched, "And what do you think I felt when I saw the ranking system?'

 "I'm sorry that happened, but I swear I really didn't know how it happened." Chloe pleaded.

 I dared to reach out and lay my hand on top of Poppy's. Not daring to meet Poppy's eyes and to see her reaction, I spoke to both of them, "You know what I believe you two?"

 Both of them looked at me, "I believe no matter how much both of you can be mean and rude on the outside, I think both of you treasured your friendship." I smiled at them, "Poppy can't you give Chloe another chance?"

 Poppy scowled at me, withdrawing her hand from mine she lightly slapped my hand, "I didn't brought you here for this."

 I chuckled before smirking at Poppy, "I thought I was brought here so you can keep your anger to minimum?"

 Poppy groaned, "How can I trust someone who betrayed me already?" She gestured on Chloe.

 "Let her work for it?" I suggested randomly.

 Chloe suddenly interrupted, "Poppy."

 Poppy turned to her, eyes calculating, "What?"

 "I know you. You probably have some plan to get back on me or to make me lose my reputation, so you can get back your crown."

 Poppy's lips pressed into a thin line, "Indeed, I have a plan."

 "Then go on and do your plan, or if you want me to do anything to lose some of my reputation I'll willingly do something just to give you back the number one spot."

 Poppy raised her eyebrow, "Why will you do that?"

 Chloe sigh exasperated, eyes on the verged of tears, "Because in the first place I don't want this spot specially if it meant I'm losing my best friend."

 I watched the quick flicker of softness in Poppy's eyes. She looked at me like searching for something - maybe searching for an answer. I can see the conflict brewing in her mind. I smiled reassuringly at her.

 Poppy sighed then looked at Chloe, "Fine."

 I feel how Chloe and I waited with bated breath for Poppy's next words. Poppy continued, "So here's my plan, Farmsville I need you in this too,"

 "W-What?" I exclaimed surprised.

 "Why do you need her for the plan?" Chloe asked in shock.

 "Shut it you two. Let me explain the plan first." It took another few minutes for Poppy to explain her plan. After that Chloe decided to leave first not before giving me one final curious look. Once we were alone, Poppy looked at me.

 "Thanks for coming today," Poppy smiled softly at me.

 Her smile, the softness in her eyes and her words tugged on my heartstrings. I can't help the grin the painted my lips, "Well I'm just glad that you considered talking to her and giving her a chance." 

 Poppy shrugged her shoulders before she stood up, "She's my best friend obviously."

 I kept my grin at her, which made her glare at me. I just chuckled at her.

 "Stop smiling like that." She said voice tight.

 "What's the problem with me smiling like this?" I smiled some more showing my lopsided grin.

 She rolled her eyes, but I managed to notice the faint blush on her cheeks, "You're teasing me aren't you?"

 "I'm still not used seeing this side of you, but I like it." I winked at her.

 Poppy groaned making me laugh. "Don't get used to this Hughes," She said when my laugh died down.

 I just raised my eyebrow at her, "Sure Pops." Somehow I found her words hard to believe. 

 Poppy shrugged, "At least I warned you. Anyway, leave after a few minutes I left. I don't want people to have any idea of us having lunch together."

 "Alright."

 She already opened the door when she paused in her step and looked back at me. She smirked once our eyes met, "See you tonight Bea."

 Oh hells! She'll be the death of me.

 ===

I was waiting for Zoey in my room. I rummaged through my closet desperate to find something to wear for tonight. I tried not to let my nervousness win over me while chanting nothing is gonna happen later -  but no matter how I tried a huge part of me hoped to get more closer to Poppy tonight. That part, was blinded by the real Poppy that I saw for the past few days. If only there was a switch off button for feelings, but I don't have and I'm drowning fast with the emotions Poppy kept on igniting in me.

 "Hey Bea," Zoey slipped into my room. "I got your text." She wriggled her phone.

 "Thank God you're finally here. I need your help." I exasperatedly groaned.

 "What's up?" 

 "Well Poppy kinda extended our truce and she kind of need me tonight in a club?" I explained.

 "Okay woah! What?" Shocked was written on her face.

 "And Zo I don't wanna be late and face her wrath. Can I explain more later? The summary is she need me for something she planned for Chloe." I plead with my puppy-dog eyes.

 Zoey sighed, "Fine. I need the whole dits later." She walked towards my closet rummaging fast through my options, "So club huh? Think you can look for some of Poppy's dirt while you can keep her close?"

 "I'll try." I said half-heartedly, "I mean what can I find out in a club?"

 She paused looking back at me, "You'll never know B. You might be surprised by an opportunity handed in your face, so keep your eyes and ears open."

 I smiled teasingly, "Yes ma'am."

 Zoey chuckled. After a few more rummaging and her getting something in her room I'm finally adorned with a blue sexy dress.

 "Wow." Zoey exclaimed.

 I can't help the smirk painting on my lips as I can already imagined Poppy's reaction.  

 "I can already feel a plan brewing on that pretty mind of yours." Zoey stood behind me our eyes meeting from the mirror.

 My smirked widened, "Poppy won't know what hit her."

 Zoey chuckled, "I like a confident woman Bea."

 "Thank you for making me feel more confident Zo." I smiled softly at her.

 "You know I always got your back." 

 I turned around to hug her, once we withdrew she looked at me straight in the eyes, "I already talked to you about being careful this morning, so I'll make it short. Take care of yourself tonight. Call me if anything happens."

 "I will. Thanks Zo." 

 Once I got to the club my eyes savored the view from outside. The way it made me felt like I'm walking down on Hollywood was amazing. Until someone interrupted me which was the bouncer Poppy sent to usher me inside to the VIP section to meet her. I immediately spot Poppy once I was inside. She waved me over.

 "Glad to know you can follow directions Farmsville," She said once I was in front of her.

 "Nice to see you too Poppy." I let my gaze wandered on her, letting her know how she piqued my interests, "You're looking fine tonight."

 She scoffed, "Is that your attempt in flattery Farmsville?"

 "I'd like to think I was just stating facts."

 Her perfect pout twisted into a haughty smile," I guess you're more observant than I think." Her eye raked through my body, scrutinizing every part of me she can see. I can feel the growing lump in my throat and the acceleration in my heartbeat as her eyes moved through the length of my body.

 When her eyes met mine again, a smirk played on her lips, "I have to say I am shock. You dressed up pretty well tonight. You managed to prove me a little that you might not be a total lost cause."

 I huffed out a laugh, "I believe I just got an equivalent of compliment from Poppy Min-Sinclair."

 She stared at me dead in the eyes," Don't get used to it Farmsville. My charity work has an expiration."

 I rolled my eyes. Does she need to remind me that my feelings can be one sided? "Whatever Pops."

 "Anyway, here's your earpiece," She handed it to me, "And here's for Bradley." Just like an obedient puppy Bradley came to us.

 After Bradley got the earpiece he smiled at me, "You ready for this Bea?"

 I almost forgot that he existed in this plan. I guess I was too caught up with my emotions. Whenever Poppy talked to me, she made me feel like we're invisible to the world - like it was only the two of us existing and no one were around to judge or talk about us. 

 I plastered a smile as I looked at him, ignoring the emotions brewing inside of me as reality slapped me that she was still Poppy's boyfriend, "Yeah. Let's do this."

 Poppy suddenly linked her arm with mine, dragging me towards the dance floor. She leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "If you'll do good tonight. I might let you see another secret of mine." She smirked at me when I looked at her eyes wide and interest piqued.

 "Anyway, Chloe will be coming any minute. I'll meet you later when the show is about to begin." She held my gaze for a second. I can't quite decipher the emotion that flashed in her eyes before she spoke again, "Don't disappoint me Farmsville." With that she left.

 As Poppy and I separated ways, I struggled to cut through the sea of sweaty, overdressed rich kids. I halted in my steps when someone mentioned my name from behind, "I see you're already here Bea."

 I turned around and came face to face with Chloe. Her face was stoic, an eyebrow raised as her eyes wandered on my dress, "At least you've definitely learn some wardrobe upgrade."

 "Oh good you're finally here," I sighed. "You ready for later?" 

 "If you meant proving to Poppy my sincerity, then yes."

 "I'm sensing a but here."

 She sighed, "I guess I just... feel a little uncomfortable with the idea of being humiliated."

 I gave her a small smile, "Hey that's completely normal," Sighing I continued, "I just wished you don't have to go through what will happen later."

 She looked me in the eyes, curiosity flashing bright, "I am still confused as hell why Poppy is starting to talk with you like a normal person."

 That made me laugh, "You see, I am confused as you are."

 "But I am sure you're gaining something from this. I don't think you'll help her if you're not getting something from this." She stated accusingly.

 "Are you being friends with her because you're getting something from her?" I bit back with another question.

 She scoffed then glared at me, "Excuse me. That's offensive as hell."

 "I know you have a reason for accusing me, but believe me I felt offended with what you said too."

 Her eyebrow raised, "So you're helping her?"

 "Cause I want to. I don't need anything from her in return. I just..." I sighed, fingers weaving through my hair. I looked at her dead in the eyes, "I just want to get to know her more Chloe."

 Chloe gasped, "Shit are you saying?" My words finally clicking in her mind.

 I laughed dryly, "I do like her."

 Chloe gaped at me, like a fish out of the water her mouth kept opening and closing. If what we're talking about wasn't serious I'd probably be laughing, but my heart was about to burst out of my chest. Before our conversation can even continue the music stopped abruptly. There was a feedback in the front. I whipped my head and spot Bradley holding a mic and already standing on stage.

 "Can I have everyone's attention I have something important to say," Bradley started.

 I looked back at Chloe a small smile on my lips encouraging her, "It's time Chloe."

 She exhaled loudly, "Right, I guess I'll keep you on my watch list from now on. Let's see how real you meant those words Farmsville." After that she walked up on stage as Bradley asked her to come up.

 I just smiled at Chloe. There was nothing to prove really. I was confident my actions were loud enough for them to see the truth.

 Just then Poppy walked up to me, and faced me, "Let's see what you've got Farmsville."

 As our eyes locked my turn to feed Bradley with words came. I was once again drowning in the depths of Poppy's brown eyes. A million of emotions to discover from those eyes, but I got a feeling that she was expecting something from me at that moment. I gulped the growing lump in my throat. Trusting my heart with the words I was about to say - hoping it would reach her.

 "She's got an amazing way with words," My hands acted like they had a mind of their own, searching for Poppy's and intertwining our hands once I found them. The softness and warmth of her hands left a fluttering of feeling in every fiber of my body. "I can't help not to look forward every time we get to talk to each other. Her words, her voice it's like a drug that I'm starting to get addicted to."

 Her brown eyes bore deep in mine searching, "She's also compassionate. She has this glow that shines whenever she goes, "I squeezed her hands gently before whispering making sure it was only her who would hear me, "And I think I'm attracted to that like a moth towards a flame." Her eyes widened for a second before I continued more loudly this time for Bradley to hear, "The people in her life got to be so lucky. Imagine having her support and her presence in my life." I sighed, eyes boring deep into hers.

 Bradley continued until the big reveal which Chloe will tell she knew Bradley was only talking about Poppy. Everything started buzzing around us as the chaotic and messy scene unfolded. People eating up what was happening on stage. While all of their eyes were on Bradley and Chloe, I felt how Poppy and I got lost in this moment. My heart was still buzzing with the words I poured out. Did my heart reach hers? Her brown eyes gleamed more softly now. I felt her squeezing my hands and a soft smile on her lips. Here she goes again, making me feel like we're invisible and the world didn't mattered at the moment.

 The buzzing of our phones interrupted us and bringing us back to reality. She withdrew her hands on mine to check on her phone. She was back on the number one spot while I ranked up to number nine.

 She looked up at me from her phone a grin spreading on her lips, "You did great Farmsville," She paused and I wait with bated breath as she continued, "Maybe even I felt the words you said."

 I smirked at her playfully, happiness surging to my heart. It reached her. "What do you have in mind?"

 "First, dance with me?" I gulped noticing the flirty tone in her voice and the way her smirk played on her lips.

 She didn't even wait for my response before grabbing my hand and leading me to the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck beaming. I smirked as I encircled my arms around her waist. We moved to the beat. This close her warmth consumed me, and her perfume intoxicated my senses. She leaned closer, whispering her breath tickling closely on my jaw, "Don't repeat this to anyone Farmsville, but... I needed you tonight." 

 When she leaned back I smirked at her, "Sounds to me like you want me too. Be honest. Was this whole plan an elaborate ruse to get me on the dance floor?"

 Poppy spin around and pressed against me, grinding her hips slowly and laughing. My mouth dried at her sudden movement. I felt my hands trembling as I lay it on her hips. 

 She whispered throatily, "Maybe I just wanted to see you dressed like that tonight Bea."

 I gulped the lump in my throat as I whispered back, my breath tickling her ear, "You could've just told me from the start Poppy."

 Poppy shivered. She turned around to face me again a smirked ghosting on her lips and a blush creeping on her cheeks, "What do you say we get out of here and turn up the fun somewhere else? I'm in the mood for some girls’ night out."

 I tried to keep my cool as I barely let out my words due to my excitement, "Poppy let's get out of here."

===

We arrived at her huge and luxurious bedroom in no time. I sat in her bed as she got some things from her bathroom. My leg started to jiggle restlessly. I think it was only starting to sunk into me that I was in Poppy's room. I tried to calm my beating heart. Thankfully she walked out of the bathroom, carrying face masks, serums, and other beauty products.

 "So what's our agenda for spa night? We can't possibly do all of that." I asked eyeing the beauty products.

 "Of course not. I just got a shipment of beauty products from my cousin in Korea, and I'm dying to try them." She smiled before straddling me. My eyes grew wide as saucers, and my heart about to burst out from my chest. I can feel my blood rushing to my face, probably making me look like red as tomato.

 Poppy had the audacity to smirk, as if she knew what she was doing to my mind and body. 

 "Sit still while I wiped your make up off," Poppy run a cool, fresh-smelling makeup wipe over my face, surprisingly gentle. It started to calm my nerves too.

 Sighing I teased, "You might make a good aesthetician." I giggled.

 "Oh shut up," but there was still a smile on her face. "I'm starting with a hyaluronic acid serum. Let me know if it burns."

 Completely forgetting why I was giggling in the first place I panic that whatever she was about to put in my face might burn, "W-wait--"

 She ignored my protest and dabbed a little dollop of cold goo on my cheeks. I wince closing my eyes tight, but nothing happened. 

 I sighed in relief after, "Oh. This actually feels good. A little cold maybe, but kinda... soothing."

 "Then it's a keeper. It should help with those dark circles under your eyes, you're welcome. Honestly, I've been looking for someone to test these products for a week now, but I haven't found someone suitable."

 "Sounds like you need real friends." I said looking up and meeting her eyes.

 "Don't get sentimental with me now Farmsville. I have a ton of followers and that's the closest to friends I have in my books."

 "Didn't you hear what I said? Real friends, not just some acquaintances nor followers."

 "Are you going to deep talk to me again just like that time in the pool?" She asked probably pertaining when I persuaded her about talking to Chloe.

 I huffed out a laugh, "Maybe. I, for one thinks that Chloe and Veronica are one of your realest friends though. Am I right or am I right?"

 Poppy rolled her eyes, "What are you trying to get from me here?"

 "Relationships always works when both parties makes an effort. I'm just making sure you're not taking things for granted Poppy." I paused checking her reaction. She only raised an eyebrow waiting for me to continue, "Look I'll be honest. I wasn't a fan of humiliating Chloe a while ago even though she agreed to it. Have you ever tried to asked if she was one hundred percent comfortable with your plan?"

 To my surprise she didn't talk back instead she answered me softly, "No..."

 "Why don't you try to communicate with them more Pops? I am sure they are also a keeper." I smiled softly at her.

 Poppy sighed, "I hate how you can see through me sometimes." Our beauty product testing was forgotten, as she shifted on my lap looking like a lost puppy as she locked gazed with me.

 I chuckled with my heart drumming so wild in my rib cage. I reached out tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "What's on your mind?"

 "You," She answered immediately catching me off guard and knocking out the wind out of me.

 "W-what?" I stuttered.

 She gulped, "I'm just... not used to this Bea."

 I raised my eyebrow just waiting for her to continue.

 "Since I was a kid I was so used to be Poppy Min-Sinclair. Name it whether it was with my friends, teachers, followers specially with my parents there was no room for only Poppy, so when you told me at that Alpha's party that you'll be friends with me, with just me being myself, being Poppy I--" She paused eyes boring deeper through mine. I saw it and my heart felt it. Her mask cracking piece by piece as I sat here stunned in silence as she let me see the real her. 

 From that moment I let my heart spoke more - cupping her face, I smiled at her softly, "And I still stand by that."

 "How can you even just want me without... without my stupid surname that defined my whole life?"

 My heart was screaming so loud for her name. My heart ached with her as I dove deep in the see of her brown eyes, "Poppy I care for you," I caressed her cheeks, "And you don't know how much I cherish you. Your bravery to tell me this," I closed the distance between us nuzzling my nose on her cheeks, "Your genuine honesty right now. What more can I ask for? That is enough for me." I withdrew and look her dead in the eyes, "God, do you know how breath taking you are? I just need you to be you because that alone makes me feel like I'm the luckiest person right now."

 "Bea..." She bit her lips.

 "Yeah?" I whispered softly.

 "Can I kiss you?" 

 Poppy always tend to do whatever she wanted. I was so used of her just doing anything she pleased, not minding if she might hurt people or make them uncomfortable - but as she asked for my permission and was actually waiting for my response I felt my heart melt into a puddle.

 "Poppy..." I whispered her name, my heart was on my throat and the butterflies in my tummy went wild as I leaned forward. She met me half way. The softness and warmth of her lips engulfed me. Her lips moved. As she opened her mouth I felt her tongue teasing my bottom lip. I welcomed hers, letting her explore mine. Her arms encircled around my shoulders pulling me closer. I sighed on her lips feeling her body so close to mine. Her scent, her taste and her warmth all of it sending my heart into an overdrive. I pulled back first, as my lungs screamed for air. Her eyes fluttered open, brown gentle eyes bore into mine. 

 Her hands cupped my face, caressing my cheeks. Her eyes wandered on my face like engraving it into her memory, like seeing me - really seeing me for the first time, "You're gorgeous Bea." She whispered hoarsely.

 I pulled her closer by her waist, "And you’re not so bad yourself." She smirked at me when her eyes met mine.

 I caressed her waist as I meet her lips once again. Our kissed became more passionate as each seconds passed. She ignited a fire in me. I groaned when she peppered kisses on my neck towards my ear, "Bea..." She moaned, and like a switch something turned in me.

 "Poppy you're killing me," I groaned.

 She chuckled breathlessly on my ear. When she pulled back her brown eyes darkened, "Bea I need you."

 My breath hitched, "Are you sure?"

 Her eyes softened, a warm smile painted on her lips, "Yes, but only if you want me too."

 "God, of course. I want you Poppy." I growled my last sentence. 

 I can feel her nails grazing my nape, "Bea, please..." She started grinding her hips on mine. Our lips met again. I felt her hunger as her lips left me bruised.

 She teasingly bit my lower lip before letting my lips go, "Take me out of these clothes." She whimpered, breath tickling my lips. I obeyed immediately easing her out off her clothes. 

 I gaped at her my eyes raking over her, "Damn... you're stunning."

 She stood up smirking at me before her eyes landed over me, "As much as I love seeing you in that," She held my hand pulling me up, "I need you to take that off."

 I smirked, "Bossing me around even in bed huh?" I lifted my dress out of my body.

 She grinned at me as she stepped closer. Her hand plucked playfully on my body chain, "I can't believe you're hiding this body."

 I chuckled, "We have all night Poppy." I whispered on her lips.

 "Where do you want me Bea?" She looked up.

 I wrapped my arms around her waist, "Let me kiss you first." I murmured before capturing her lips. I let her enjoy my kisses before I teasingly pulled away. She huffed and pouted. I chuckled, eyes gleaming as I pushed her on the bed. I crawled on top of her. She encircled her arms around my shoulder pulling me closer as our lips met again. 

 I felt Poppy's hands everywhere on my body - caressing, grazing and squeezing every part of me she can reach. Her warmth was a constant reminder that this was real and her scent intoxicating my mind made me feel like it was just a fever dream, all at the same time. I trusted my body to move above her as I aligned our bodies. She gasped when my lower region touched hers.

 "Bea..." She breathlessly whispered eyes dilated.

 I peppered kisses on her leg that was lying on my shoulder. Her breath quickened. I felt her hand again. Searching and crawling from my stomach to my chest to my face - caressing and kneading. 

 Our bodies danced in sync to our own music in this bed. She met my every moved which made me groan, "Poppy..." 

 Our eyes locked - the intensity sending me waves of euphoria. Her breath hitched again, mouth open wide. Her voice lost into the waves of emotions I carved into her body.

 "Bea. Bea. BEA." She chanted my name like a prayer as her body reached her peak.

 I groaned as I feel her coming and sending me to my own peak. I bit her shoulders to muffle my scream. She groaned, yet I felt her fingers weaving through my brunette hair as I rode my orgasm.

 I slumped on top of her, my face nuzzling on her neck. She continued to caress my back soothingly as we both regained our breaths.

 After a while I heard her hoarse voice, "You were amazing Bea."

 My chuckle came out muffled on her shoulder, "Another compliment from Poppy Min-Sinclair?"

 I can hear the smile in her voice when she said, "No, just a compliment from me, Poppy."

 I smiled planting a kiss on her neck, "Well I like both as long as it's from you."

 I felt her arms wrapped around me hugging me. Silence engulfed us again. I sighed as I withdrew from the hug.

 "As much as I love staying here I think it's time for me to go home. It's getting late."

 She watched me as I stood up and get dressed. I was fixing my hair in front of her vanity mirror when she walked behind me, wearing a robe already and hugged me from behind. She nuzzled her face on my back. After I was finished making sure I don't look as messy as I was a few minutes ago I turned around to face Poppy.

 She had a soft smile on her lips. Tip-toeing she leaned up and I met her half way into a kiss.

 "Good Night Poppy." I whispered on her lips as I pulled back.

 "Good Night to you too," She paused smirking, "Bea."

 When I got home to my dorm, the lights were already out. Zoey was probably asleep already. It felt like I was riding on a cloud nine as I walked home tonight. Going to that club tonight I was trying not to expect too much, so going home knowing Poppy trusted me enough tonight. My heart felt so full, my soul soaring and my mind filled with thoughts of Poppy's kisses and... screams. I felt a smirk ghosting on my lips as I let myself reminisce what unfolded tonight.

 As I got into my room I received a notification from the The T. My heart dropped to my stomach as I watched a hog calling video of mine back when I was in my parent's farm. The color on my face drained. I felt like my soul left my body and my strength gone in just a blink of an eye. I weakly sat on the foot of my bed, tears were already threatening to spill as I read the comments under the post. 

 It was mentioned in the post that it was sent by an anonymous, but my mind rushed into a one single name - Poppy? Like a glass - my trust and my heart came crushing from the cloud nine as I felt the weight of my conclusion. 

[schnees-and-schnugs]

another willow-whitley fic because... i love them

tw: eating disorder (implied), canon divergence

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~~Night of the election~~

  Willow had never been one to pay much attention to politics. Her father had been, for the most part, apolitical. Her mother, on the other hand, always had a deep-seated disgust with governance and bureaucracy. She could still remember what she had told her on Willow’s wedding day- at least you’re not marrying a politician... although he sure does act like one.

  What a sick sense of irony fate has.

  Half a bottle of vodka was enough to push the sound of Jacques’ victory speech to the corners of her mind. Why was she even streaming his speech live on her scroll was beyond her, but a part of Willow’s mind wanted to wallow in her own misery. There is a sort of karmic tranquility in this situation that she could appreciate in a time like this. After all, she married this man. Gave him all the resources from her father’s company to do whatever he wished- and every single time Jacques had gotten what he wanted. The company, the money, the status. The son. Willow found it harder and harder to see herself as a victim in all this, especially after Weiss ran away. 

  A simple solution: stop drowning in her victimhood and start drowning in her own stupidity. It’s worked splendidly so far.

  But try as she might, she couldn’t get Weiss’ words out of her head from the day that she left. Perpetuating a cycle. That’s all that she’s doing right? Doing unto others what she has done to them. Being selfish. Ignoring other’s needs. Only seeing herself.

  Willow sighed as Jacques’ speech came to an end. Somewhere else in the manor, far from where she sits in her room, Whitley probably stood- waiting for his father to come back so he could congratulate him. She lazily looked at the time posted on the screen of her scroll. 10 pm. Whitley should be retiring to his bedroom at a time like this, not in the dining room watching staff put out desert for Jacques’ little celebratory two-person party. 

  Three-person, if she decided she would go. Willow doubted she had much of a choice.

  Jacques had expressed his need for a ‘family celebration’. For when I win tonight, he declared. Willow had braced herself for the inevitable fallout- his chances didn’t look good in the polls. He must know that, right? There’s no way he could be so confident, not when faced with what seemed like an uphill battle. She had looked to the right at Whitley and watched his face twitch ever so slightly. He must have thought the same thing she did at that moment.

  But Jacques won, Willow bitterly reminded herself in the present. At least he’ll be in good spirits. She loathed to imagine what this little ‘celebration’ would be like if he had lost- the yelling, breaking, drinking. Jacques never wanted to admit he was as much of a drinker as she was, but he’s just an angry drunk. She felt her stomach churn at the thought. 

  Willow lifted the bottle to her mouth before deciding against it. She needed to be at least somewhat alert for the ‘party’. If she showed up stumbling and slurring her words, Jacques would make sure the rest of the night is miserable for both her and Whitley. She could at least be slightly sober for her son.

  Willow absentmindedly watched Jacques’ campaign manager end his speech before thanking the crowd and saying his farewells. The stream would be almost over and Jacques would be in the dining room any minute- ready to boast and rave about whatever he intended. She slipped on her heels, ignoring how her feet ached, and made her way down to the dining room. The manor was emptier than usual, all that is left of the staff is either gone for the night or have stayed behind to set up. Anyone who was lucky to stay on staff, of course. Jacques had laid off any worker who he had deemed ‘unessential’ to their everyday life- not that he was handing out jobs in the manor like candy before. Now Willow had to actually get her ass up and find her alcohol on her own.

  It was that or calling Whitley to get it for her, but the former is much too cruel. She had to be incredibly inebriated to resort to that. 

  Upon entering the dining room she was greeting with the smell of frosting and sugar. Willow resisted the urge to gag. The last thing she needed tonight was to stuff her face with chocolate truffles and cheesecake. The vodka she drank earlier tossed in her stomach and she swallowed. Just this one night. Then everything will be back to normal tomorrow.

  The room was empty except for the overenthusiastic amount of pastries and Whitley- sitting on his own at the dining table, to the right of Jacques’ spot at the head. He didn’t look much better than she felt. His eyes were trained on the table, not noticing Willow as she approached the opposite seat to him. She softly spoke:

  “Whitley?”

  He jumped as wavy strands of his hastily combed hair fell over his eyes. Whitley made a move to brush it away but limply dropped his hand onto the table, as if he didn’t energy left to finish the gesture. 

  “Yes?” Willow frowned at his monotone voice. He clearly was avoiding her gaze- but she could still clearly see the bags under his eyes. 

  Willow was aware she was nowhere near a contender for Mother of The Year, but she always instinctively knew when something was wrong with her children (even if she chose to ignore it 80% of the time). Whitley’s pale skin looked sickly. His normal attire slightly hung off of him, as if he had dropped a few pounds. She was wary of him losing weight, he’d always been a very skinny child, and she remembers clearly the family tailor speaking to her a few weeks ago about having to hem his clothing to accommodate this change.

  This may need to be something you have to worry about, he had said. I normally speak to Mr. Sieben about this sort of thing, is he no longer around? 

  Willow informed him that Klein was let go and to come to her with any more troubling changes. She needs to pay closer attention to Whitley. Willow had attributed his weight loss and insomnia to the stress of Klein leaving and Jacques using him as his own personal butler instead. But it has been weeks and he wasn’t getting any better. Something was eating at him, everyday.  

  Stop perpetuating the cycle, Weiss’ voice echoed in her head.

  She snapped back to the present. “You look sick darling. Do you have a fever?” She resisted the urge to reach out to feel his forehead. He had grown adverse to touch a long time ago.

  “I’m fine.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Father is going to be here any minute. Are you going to sit down?”

  Willow was just about to pull out the seat directly opposite from him before changing her mind. She was going to sit next to Whitley- perhaps that will give her a chance to inspect him closely. If she was lucky, Jacques would be in a good enough mood that he wouldn’t notice and demand that she move to the seat on his left. Everything had to be symmetrical with him. Control freak.

  Whitley watched her warily as she stepped around the table and took the seat directly to the right of him. An awkward silence settled in the room. He didn’t even look at her, just stared at the sweets- lost in thought. Willow couldn’t help but to notice a faint odor of sweat.

  “Did you take a shower this morning?” 

  Whitley blinked. “E-excuse me?”

  Willow knew she was already pushing it, but she pressed on. “It’s okay if you didn’t, I’m just asking. It’s unlike you.” 

   Whitley flushed and went quiet. He spoke softly: “No. No I didn’t.” 

  “Is it because you don’t feel well?”

  “No- I feel fine. I didn’t get out of bed in the morning. At all. Not until half an hour ago.” 

  Willow knows that experience. It worried her. “These last few months have been very stressful... But your father won, so tonight should go smoothly.”

  Whitley shook his head. “No. You don’t understand.” 

  “I don’t understand what?” She desperately wanted to understand what was affecting him so much. Some weight was pressing down on him- and she had no idea what it was. “Whitley please.”

  “Mom...” He hesitantly reached out and touched her hand. She couldn’t remember the last time he had called her that. Mom. It’s always Mother, or when he’s angry, Willow. But never Mom. Not since she had... changed. 

  “Yes?” She held his hand in between her own. “You can tell me. I’m here.”

  Whitley opened his mouth, his words about to spill out-

  “Mistress Willow? Master Whitley?” A voice rang out from the doorway behind them. 

  Whitley flinched. He quickly pulled his hand away from Willow and gave his attention to the servant at the door. Willow groaned internally.

   “Yes?” Whitley’s voice cracked.

  “Master Jacques called to say that he’s preoccupied with other matters concerning his election win,” probably getting drunk and drowning in praises from his business partners. “The celebration is cancelled tonight.”

  “Very well, then. I’ll just retire to my room.” 

  Willow desperately searched for a way to keep him here. To keep him talking to her. “Whitley, wait- if you would like to stay and eat some cake with me. It will all go to waste-”

  He stood up, briskly walking to the closest door. “I don’t have much of an appetite...” He looked back at her quickly, there was almost an apologetic look in his eyes. “I’m sorry but I’m quite tired.”

  Then, just like that, he disappeared.

  She was so close. So close. He was going to open up- tell her what had been destroying him inside these last few months. She was going to prove herself to him. And then he just ran away. 

  “Mistress Willow, what would you like me to do with the food set out?”

  Willow shook her head. “Just throw it all away.” And let it rot.

~~Night before the celebratory Cordially Invited dinner ~~

  It was harder than Willow thought it would be to keep an eye her son. If he hasn’t locked himself in his room, he’s under Jacques’ scrutiny in his office. Or wandering the manor late at night when he thinks that nobody is around. A year ago Willow would have never even considered it, but these days she finds herself watching Whitley from a distance. A familiar feeling of motherly anxiety bloomed in her stomach. She could spy on him easily using the cameras she had set up around the manor, but it wasn’t enough. She had to watch him with her own eyes to be at ease.

  Before she wouldn’t have to worry. Klein practically raised her children for her when she got too drunk to be a mother herself. She could live with the shame of having another man bring up her children for her- a good amount of wine and vodka helped with that- but now Klein was unavailable. He was here for years, and then gone just in a heartbeat. It was one of those moments where Willow genuinely wondered whom exactly she married. Wondered if Jacques even saw the people around him as human beings or stepping stones that could be tossed away at a moments notice. Even his children. Even her.

  Willow didn’t notice the toll that losing Klein took on Whitley until a few weeks after he was fired. He stopped going to figure skating practice, stopped going to sleep on time, stopped waking up on time. Stopped coming down to eat breakfast, lunch, then dinner. He could pull himself together for when his father was around- Willow once saw the boy take a shower, change into his formal clothes, apply concealer under his eyes, dry, straighten out the waviness of his hair, then style it all under 15 minutes just when Jacques came home with guests to entertain. The first time she’d seen Whitley smile in a long time, even if it was all fake. 

  Yet, here she was, waiting for Whitley to eat dinner with her. For the first time in who knows how long. She waited until he dragged himself out of bed to ask if they could eat together later in the garden that night. He was so bewildered by the question that he couldn’t say no. 

  Willow was banking on that. 

  She had to admit though, this was more for her peace of mind than anything else. Her normal routine of Drinking The Pain Away didn’t work as it used to. No matter how many shots she took of the strongest vodka she had, she would still find her brain wandering back to her son. Did he get out of bed today? Did he eat? Did he hurt himself? On accident? On purpose? She had forgone her responsibility as a mother to worry about these sort of things and let them fall on Klein’s shoulders a long time ago. But he’s gone. 

  And now these anxieties are louder than ever in her brain.

  What would have Whitley told her on the night of the election if they weren’t interrupted? Willow found herself mulling on the possibilities. Was Jacques hurting him? She didn’t notice any changes in Jacques’ behavior. If anything he’s been jovial since he won the election- and Whitley, in contrast, was only getting worse. Klein departure is also a strong contender, but Whitley is no stranger to abandonment.  Her son’s downward spiral does coincide with their butler’s firing, but she couldn’t help but to feel like she was on the wrong track. In her gut she knew Whitley was keeping something from her. A secret. A one that’s bad enough that it’s killing him and she can’t do a thing about it.

  “Mother?” Whitley spoke from behind her.

  Willow snapped back to attention and turned toward him in her seat. She assessed him before patting the only only other chair next to her. “You’re a little late, sweetheart. Did something hold you up?”

  “No...” He stood awkwardly for a few seconds before taking the seat she offered. “I just lost track of time. Preparing for the dinner tomorrow, you know? Father wants me to let the guests in and out...” Like a servant would do.

  Willow was getting really sick of her husband’s shit.

  But she was not here to be angry. She was here just to talk to her son. 

  She watched as he looked over the small dinner laid out for both of them. Willow had asked the kitchen staff to make something light and easy on the stomach. She didn’t want to scare Whitley away, she imagines he might be nauseous after barely eating in this last month or so. She had been there many times before. 

  Willow pointed to the saltines. “Do you want to start with these? You can put some cream cheese and pesto on it if you like. Or maybe you could get some pasta...” Whitley grabbed the saltines and starting munching.

  Saltines, it is. Baby steps. 

  “Weiss and Winter are going to be here tomorrow night for the dinner, is that right?” Perhaps this wasn’t the best conversation starter, but Willow had nothing else.

  Whitley paused before biting into another cracker. He swallowed. “Why should I care?”

  “Just asking. Weiss is back in Atlas.”

  “Yeah, Father wasn’t happy about it. Crashing with those friends of hers at Atlas Academy. How pathetic.” His resentment of his sisters is the only thing that keeps him lively, it seems.

  “Your father is looking to kick Ironwood off the council. I’m sure you’d like to be there when your sisters witness that,” Willow goaded him. She really couldn’t care less about what Jacques intends to do with his new position, she’s given up long ago in having a voice in what he does. She wanted to keep this conversation going, though.

  Whitley faltered. “Is he... Will he be able to do that?”

  His voice was strained, as if he hesitated to speak negatively about his father’s intentions. Willow carefully picked her next words.

  “I’m sure he’ll be able too, if he gets the other council members on his side. Isn’t that how it works?”

  “Yes, I suppose...” Whitley avoided looking her in the eyes.

  “The general will reap what he has sewn at the end of the day, I guess. Your father won the election fair and square. That’s just how politics goes.”

  Whitley muttered something under his breath.

  Willow blinked. “What was that darling? I didn’t quite hear you.”

  They sat quietly for a minute. Whitley, looking down at the table. Willow, looking straight at him.  Finally, he opened his mouth to speak:

  “He didn’t.”

  Willow froze. “Whitley...”

  “He didn’t win the election fair and square. He cheated.”

  Silence.

  Cheated. Jacques cheated. Willow shouldn’t be surprised. She really shouldn’t. All her husband cares about is winning, of course he cheated. But this was another level. He definitely would, but how could he? He could influence the election in his favor, but there was no way he could rig it. No way.

  Willow grabbed Whitley’s arm. “How do you know this?”

  He was visibly shaking. “Mom, just forget I said anything. Please-”

  “No. Whitley, tell me. How do you know this?” 

  It all came spilling out. The Jacques’ foul mood after his encounter with the general and Weiss. The suspicious visitor named Arthur who was supposed to be dead. 

  Whitley spoke in between sobs. “I knew I shouldn’t have, but I eavesdropped on their conversation. That man- he let himself into the manor. Father knew him. I just- I was concerned... Father agreed to give him the heating codes and in return that man was going to rig the election in his favor. That’s all that I heard. I ran away after that- I didn’t want to hear anything more.”

  The heating codes? There’s no way-

  Even Willow knew those were kept secret for a reason. The heating in Mantle, the artificial atmosphere in Atlas, that’s how they survived. You can’t just give those away. No moron would give something like that away just to anyone.

  Except the one she married, of course.

 Willow planted each hand firmly on the crying boy’s shoulders. “Whitley, how long did you know about this?”

  “I’m sorry! Okay? I’m sorry- I didn’t know who to tell- if I told anyone, Father would have killed me. He would tell everyone that I’m crazy and lock me up somewhere-”

  “Sweetie, it’s oka-”

  “- And Klein is gone- and everyone is gone- and father won’t let me leave the manor, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do-”

  Willow wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into an embrace. It was the only thing she could think to do at the moment- she’s never seen him get hysterical like this. Is this what he had been agonizing over all this time?

  His sobs petered out to snivels as he buried her face in the crook of her neck. He was quiet now. Deflated, even. Willow decided to ask again:

  “Whitley... When did this happen?”

  He didn’t lift his head. “Before the election... I don’t remember exactly what day it was. Everyday is the same, anyways.”

  An plan began to form in Willow’s head. Could she...?

  “I need you to think really hard for me darling, okay? Give me a date and time.”

  Whitley lifted his head, confused. “I don’t know... maybe the 8th of last month? Or maybe a few days after that... around 7 pm at night, I think. Father got home and starting yelling about Ironwood and Weiss. He told me I shouldn’t let any visitors in. I turned everyone away and when I thought nobody else was going to come by I was going to go back to my room. And that man- he just popped up behind me and told me to take him to Father. I don’t even know how he got in.”

  Willow’s skin crawled at the thought of this stranger being alone with Whitley, even for a short time. Where was she during all of this? Drunk, probably. Maybe even sleeping in early.

  “Okay, okay,” She absentmindedly combed her fingers through his hair. “I’m going to fix this... So don’t worry anymore. Everything will be okay, I promise.”

  Whitley swallowed. “Fix this? You’re not going to...”

  “You and I both know what he did was wrong. He’s gone too far, you know that.”

  He nodded and Willow continued: “Your Father won’t be punished harshly, you know men like him can get get away with murder if they try hard enough. But he can’t get away. Not with this.”

  She watched as he wrung his fingers together. “But he’ll know it was you who turned him in. He’ll know I told you. If he’s arrested and makes bail, he’ll come back here-”

  “We’re going to leave.”

  Whitley eyes widened. “What?”

  The prospect seemed impossible as she ruminated on it- but the moment she said it, it became real. A plan. They couldn’t stay here, not anymore. Jacques will never stop. He’ll never learn his lesson. He’s already destroyed this family and molded his own sick image out of the ashes. A drunken, defeated wife and an obedient, terrified son. This has always been exactly what he wanted.

  It was too much to expect Whitley to be like his sisters- he was too much like her. Soft. They needed to get out of this together. It’s the only way either of them will escape.

  “Whitley, pay attention to me closely,” Willow grabbed he hands and pulled him to attention. “I’ll deal with your father. You act as you would normally do tomorrow, do not say a thing. Go to your room after I tell you this and pack a luggage with a few essentials, clothes you don’t normally wear in public-”

  “Mom-”

  “-Sunglasses too. And your credit card, okay? Do not bring your new scroll, he gave you it because it has spyware on it. He started tracking you after Weiss ran away, Klein told me-”

  “Excuse me, what-”

  “Keep that luggage in your closet and don’t take it out until I say so. I don’t know how long he’ll stay in jail before he’ll be able to bail himself out, and we’ll need to be ready-”

  “I don’t-”

  “- we need to max out his cards at an ATM close by and quickly use that cash to get to Mantle. We can’t stay in Atlas- there should be quite a few hotels that will take only cash there.”

  “And if Father finds us in Mantle? The borders are closed- we can’t go anywhere else.”

  Dammit. “We’ll find a way- someone who will smuggle us to Argus. Look,” She squeezed his hands, “We will be together no matter what, please tell me you’re on board.”

  She searched his face for an affirmation. He looked confused, overwhelmed. She knew this was too much, she didn’t know if either of them had the mental fortitude to go through with this. Jacques’ head is in the clouds at the moment, and he’s going to escalate when he crashes. Willow knows it for sure.

  “Whitley-”

  “Lets do it.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. “Are you sure?”

  “This is the only way,” Whitley swallowed. He seemed to have come to the same conclusion she did. “I’ll... do it.”

  “Good.” Willow planted a firm kiss on her son’s forehead. “Now go up and pack quietly. And for Brothers’ sake, get some sleep.”

   Whitley nodded and scampered away. Willow watched as he disappeared down the hall, trying to maintain an inconspicuous pace.

  Willow had all of tomorrow to pack. But tonight she has hours of camera footage to go through. She needed undeniable proof, and she knew exactly who would be coming by tomorrow to find it.

[diofasolia]

{Ring}

OTP Challenge Week day 5

Ship: Cavai & Mike

Cavai & Mike by @kotikaleo

Mike's design by @lastseekersrefuge

OTP Challenge Week by @reshramlove1ob

Writings by me

Warnings: weird plot, I think I destroy Cavai and Mike's personality

    "What's wrong, Mike?

    Stepping into Cavai's cozy apartment, the darkboned skeleton letting out a sigh.

    "Nothing biggy. Just…everything goes wrong today."

    "What happened? Is it because of work? But I remember you have a day off today."

    "Yeah, it has nothing to do with my job. It's because—"

    Mike stops his sentence abruptly, somewhat looking a bit nervous.

    "Ummmm nevermind! Hey, how about we cook something to eat? I'm starving!"

    The two skeletons decide to eat out since Cavai's fridge is pretty much empty. Taking another turn of the road, Mike can't help but sighing again.

    That's a close one.

    The darkboned skeleton scoffs himself for being careless. He almost let slip of his words and spill the beans.

     It is supposed to be a unique day for Cavai. Well, more precisely, a unique day for both of them. After countless times of self-doubting, the darkboned skeleton has eventually make up his mind.

    He's going to propose to Cavai.

    Just the very thought of it making Mike's cheekbones heating up again. He's been practicing his proposal speech, saving up his money to buy a beautiful ring as well as other stuffs.

    Everything seems to be well prepared.

    Until this frickin morning.

    "Mike? Are you feeling alright? You look kinda tensed."

    Cavai glances at him in slight worriedness while Mike only smile faintly.

    "Nah, I'm good. Just a bit distracted by my own thoughts."

    Now sitting in the small restaurant, Mike's mind replay the events occurs in this morning while eating his food. He woke up earlier than usual, walking down the street with excitement.

    He finally saved up enough money to buy the proposal ring. Mike remembered he entered the jewelry store. The chandelier cast a bright light in the room, various of diamonds and jewls sparkling under his eyes.

    But all of the other jewelries weren't important. Because Mike's attention was only focusing on—

    Mike blinked, staring at the empty spot in the showcase.

    "Excuse me,"  The darkboned skeleton said to one of the employee in the store, "I'm looking for the ring with a radiant cut diamond on the top. It has melee diamonds briming on the ring's band. I'd like to purchase it."

    "Sir, do you mean the ring that's previously display in our front showcase?"

    Mike responded with an enthusiastic nod, only to see the employee gave him a sympathetic smile.

    "I'm sorry, sir. The ring you're going to purchase don't have any stock for the mean time. We just sell the last one of it to the other customer yesterday."

    The darkboned skeleton feels someone gently squeezes his hand. Cavai is once more looking at him with concern.

    "Mike, you're spacing out again. Is there something on your mind?"

    "Yes, I mean, umm, no? Either way, it's really not important."

    Of course, Cavai doesn't believe his stuttering words. Mike doesn't want to lie either. But he can't just say "yes, I'm thinking about the ring that I suppose to buy in this morning. That way I can propose to you properly, my love" to the skeleton before him. That'll be super awkward.

    Besides, what if Cavai didn't want to marry to him? What if Mike is just living in his own imagination?

    Maybe…the reason why he didn't get to buy the ring is because it's a sign. A sign that the two of them shouldn't be in a marriage. The negative thoughts begins to enter Mike's mind, resulting him suddenly lose his appetite.

    "Please, Mike, I know something is bothering you. It's alright if you don't want to talk. But remember I'll always willing to lend my ears to you, okay?"

    Cavai says in a soothing tone. He always manage to make Mike feels better. Just when the darkboned skeleton about to reply to Cavai, a little kid, approximately four or five years old by their appearance, wandering their way to the two skeletons.

    "Skeleton!!"

    The child yells happily while pointing at Cavai. They giggle and tug on the hem of Cavai's sweater.

    "Oh! Hi there, little one! Where're your parents?"

   Cavai asks the child with a soft smile. But the kid seems to ignore the question. They raise their small hands, putting them on their own forehead.

    "Pwetty! You have pwetty head!"

    Cavai laughs, petting the child's head tenderly and continue to chat with the kid.

    "Annie! Annie dear, we're heading home!"

    The child immediately runs to a woman as soon as they heard the feminine voice. Mike guesses the woman must be the child's mother. He watches as they leave the restaurant while the kid waves goodbye at him and Cavai with a big smile.

    "I know you're good with animals, but I don't know you're good with children too."

    Cavai lets out a small laugh as Mike praises him.

    "I'm not that good with kids. But I do find myself enjoy their presence."

    The two skeletons walking side by side on the night street as they chat with each other.

    "Hmm, I think you'll be a good father."

    "I doubt it. I mean, I've never had a family before."

    "Then how about build a family with me?"

    Oh no.

    Mike doesn't know why that sentence just escape from his mouth. WHAT IS HE DOING?! The darkboned skeleton can literally feel his brain is screaming at him. Oh no, Cavai is staring at him. He must thinks he's a weird person now!

    "I…umm…I ignore what I just say—"

    "That…sounds like a wonderful idea."

    Huh?

    Does Cavai just says that start a family with him sounds like a great idea?

    "Mike? Mike! You really do like spacing out today, don't you?"

    Clearing his throat, Mike mutters an apology under his breath. He looks away from Cavai, feeling a bit embarrassed. Yet there's something seems strange.

    "Why are we heading to the animal shelter? Cavai, do you forget your things at there?"

    However, the skeleton doesn't give Mike any answer. Before Mike can ask anymore questions, they stop at the familiar narrow alley.

"Do you remember? We met in here. You're feeding the cats."

"Yeah, how can I forget that memory? I was feeding the cats when I saw a stranger just stood there and staring at me."

"I'm not staring at you!"

"Ohh yes you do. You stood in front of me like fifteen minutes until you decide to speak!"

Mike says jokingly while Cavai protesting in a playful tone. The alley rings with their delightful laughters. Cold wind blows through them buildings while the snow beginning to fall down from the sky.

Just like the day when Mike and Cavai met at the first time.

"I'm so glad I get to know you."

The darkboned skeleton gazes at Cavai, who's having a faint greenish blush on his cheekbones.

"Never have I ever experienced what love is…until I met you."

Wait, what is Cavai doing? Why does he become so sentimental all of a sudden?

"Mike, I want you to know that you're the most significant person to me in my long life. I used to be unsure about my own feelings before…"

Widening his eyes, Mike can't believe what is happening.

"But now, I understand what I need to do, what my soul is longing for this whole time."

Slightly shivering due to adrenaline and nervousness, Cavai gets down on one knee, glancing directly into Mike's pupils.

"My love, my dear Mike…"

"Will you marry me?"

Mike can only give Cavai an affectionate kiss as he embrace his lover tightly. There's no words can describe how he's feeling for the moment.

"So…it's that a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes! Cavai, I love you. I love you with all my heart!"

The two skeletons both cry in happiness while Cavai put the proposal ring on Mike's phalange. Mike can't help but laugh when he saw the ring.

It is the exact same ring that he's going to purchase at this morning.

"Oh, Cavai, not only you steal my ring and my plan to propose,"

"But also steal my heart away…"

The day 5 is finally here

Yes I don't know why it turns out as a long chapter

I've re-write the first paragraph like two times because I just don't like it somehow

And I think my dialogues are kinda weird too XD

Hope you'll like the story! (ㆁωㆁ)(ㆁωㆁ)

[lockefanfic]

Business Trip: Pt 27 - Waiting

"Yoo Jeongyeon, we're in a plane with dozens of other people," you whisper back in a faux warning, not at all intending to convince her to stop.

"You're right, I guess we can't do anything here," she admits. There is a mischievous look in her eyes as she bends down and picks up the folded blanket that the airline had left on her seat. She unfolds it and spreads it so that it covers both of your laps.

"I guess you'll just have to use your imagination," she says once more into your ear, her words dripping now with lust.

Underneath the blanket, she reaches over to your lap and begins to undo your belt.

---

The next morning found you in what was quickly becoming a familiar environment - the cabin of a plane on a long haul flight.

 You dreaded this particular flight more than usual, given that it was a flight back to Seoul from Hawaii. While the two week vacation had done little to alleviate the drama circulating around your love life - in fact, it actually increased it significantly - it nonetheless gave you a welcome reprieve from the stress of pursuing Irene and SM. 

 A part of you wanted to track her down, of course, and bring her to justice for what she did to you and your team, but an even larger part of you wanted to stay in that resort hotel room you shared with Momo, where your only worries were what the content of your next delicious, free meal would be, and whether you could keep up with Momo's rather voracious appetite, both in the kitchen and in the bedroom.

 At the moment, Momo, who had boarded before you, was chatting away with Sana over some makeup they had bought at the duty free store before boarding. It being a small private chartered jet (JYP had wasted no expense for any part of the vacation), their seating aisle was only two seats wide. Momo playfully sticks her tongue out at you to indicate she didn't want or need to sit next to you for the next ten hours before going right back to chatting with Sana, who was busy trying to show her the wonders of the small makeup palette she was excitedly showing off.

 You were happy that the two had apparently become best friends again, even if Sana had made no attempt to hide her feelings from you. You were still somewhat concerned about what she had told you back at the resort following the night the three of you shared, but she seemed to be willing to keep her feelings for you between you and her - at least for now. You knew there was still a conversation somewhere on the horizon where you had to confront her feelings directly, but for now you were happy to leave that for another day, and you were even happier that she had made up with Momo on friendly terms.

 The next few aisles were filled with fellow JYP employees you weren't familiar with. You were thankful that the rear of the plane was mostly empty, and you happily claimed the window seat of the last row.

 "Wake me up when we touch down," comes a voice that causes you to look up from rummaging through your backpack for your headphones. It is Seolhyun, who, despite looking like she was paying for some major league drinking the night previous, still managed to look quite attractive in a baggy track suit and unkempt hair. She half-stumbles into the aisle opposite you, throwing herself into the opposite window seat. After buckling in she pulls down the eye cover she had on her head, and within minutes the soft snoring you hear emanating from her corner of the plane brings a smile to your face.

 "I guess they went hard last night, because Tzuyu doesn't look much better," comes another voice, this one sounding a lot healthier than Seolhyun. You look up to see Jeongyeon's bright face coming down the aisle, a soft smile on her features as she approaches you.

 "This seat taken?" she asks, motioning to the empty leather seat next to yours. It was more of a declaration than a real question, because she was going to take it anyway. You found yourself happier than you would've admitted at the prospect of sitting next to her for the next ten hours.

 "It's all yours, Miss Yoo," you answer, her smile widening noticeably as she slips her backpack off and sits down. In her hands is her passport, boarding pass, a Nintendo Switch, her phone, wireless headphones, assorted snacks, and a jumble of cables that immediately begins to unravel - she was beautiful and a genius, but still a bit of a mess, as always.

 "So how badly do you want to lose at Mario Kart, boss?" she asks as she finally manages to unravel her headphone wires. 

 "Big talk for someone who lost at Street Fighter a few nights ago," you retort, referring to the ancient Street Fighter II arcade machine you two had found at the resort's bar and spent more than a few hours duelling over.

 "We've been over this - I'm a Urien main, and he's not in SF until Second Impact. SF II came out five years before I was even born. It's ancient. There aren't even any supers."

 "Blah blah blah, Urien, boo hoo. Just hold that L, Jeongyeon."

 The IT expert scrunches her nose and her eyes turn into angry slits. If it were an anime you'd see the fire of her fighting spirit emanating from her small form.

 "I'll be sure to wave at you in my rear view mirror," she snaps as she sets up the Switch on the tray table in front of you and tosses a Switch controller, with a good amount of force, into your crotch.

 "The only time you'll be seeing me in your rear view mirror is when I'm getting close to lapping you."

 "I suppose I could let you get close to lapping me - that should give you enough of a head start to make it fair."

 "Speaking of head, maybe you-"

 "Excuse me," comes a pleasant female voice that jars you both from your verbal sparring, "we are preparing for takeoff. Please stow away your electronics and return your tray to the upright position."

 You both look up to see the flight attendant standing in the aisle, a polite but stern look on her face as she gestures towards Jeongyeon's Switch on the tray table. You are momentarily taken aback by how gorgeous the flight attendant was, with her tall, fit body and beautiful features - she looked a bit like a K-pop idol that was doing a flight attendant concept. Judging by Jeongyeon's reaction, it seemed she was just as taken by the beauty of the tall woman waiting, patiently, for her to put her stuff away.

 "Sorry," Jeongyeon mutters sheepishly, as she packs away the various things into her backpack. You both give the flight attendant a smile of apology that appears to satisfy her, and she continues on down the aisle to check on the other passengers.

 "Your demise will have to wait until we are forty thousand feet into the air," Jeongyeon hisses as she packs away her Switch, "but you can be thankful for it, because up there you won't have anyone bear witness to your horrific defeat."

 "That's funny, because up there we'll be closer to my tier of Mario Kart skills. That is to say, god-tier."

 "God-Tier?" Jeongyeon says with a scoff, "more like-"

 Her words are drowned out by the rising roar of the jet engines spooling up, and you both smirk at each other as you settle back in your seats to prepare for takeoff. 

 Just before you look away you witness Jeongyeon's smirk turn into a soft smile as she looks down and plays with her hands, a soft blush on her cheeks. It takes you another moment to realize that same smile is mirrored on your own lips.

 ---

 "It was delicious, thank you."

 "You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it," the flight attendant says with a smile as she takes your finished food tray - a smile that you find, involuntarily, returning with one of your own.

 "It was delicious, thank you," Jeongyeon imitates once the flight attendant is a few rows away, a mocking look on her face.

 "In my defense, it was delicious. Also, she's gorgeous."

 Jeongyeon glances over to where the flight attendant is continuing to collect food trays, a few rows down. 

 "Maybe," she admits with some reluctance, "I guess she's cute and works out or something, if that ass is any indication."

 You smile at the look on Jeongyeon's face - she was cute when she was jealous.

 "Are you jealous, Yoo Jeongyeon?"

 "Of that? Hmph. I mean, she's got a nice bod. And she's pretty."

 "But?"

 "But... I'm prettier."

 "Oh yeah?"

 "Yeah. Also, I bet she's a boring lay."

 Your smirk deepens at the sudden suggestiveness Jeongyeon has inserted into the conversation.

 "And what makes you think that?"

 "I dunno, just something about her. I bet she just lies there and doesn't move."

 "Is that so?" you ask, leaning towards her seat so you are closer to her. Jeongyeon reciprocates, and leans towards you, bringing her lips to your ear.

 "I bet she can't fuck like I do," she whispers.

 You are momentarily taken aback by Jeongyeon's forthrightness, and you didn't know exactly where she was going with this, but you were definitely interested in finding out.

 "Yoo Jeongyeon, we're in a plane with dozens of other people," you whisper back in a faux warning, not at all intending to convince her to stop.

 "You're right, I guess we can't do anything here," she admits. There is a mischievous look in her eyes as she bends down and picks up the folded blanket that the airline had left on her seat. She unfolds it and spreads it so that it covers both of your laps.

 "I guess you'll just have to use your imagination," she says once more into your ear, her words dripping now with lust.

 Underneath the blanket, she reaches over to your lap and begins to undo your belt.

 You want to say something suggestive and cool and cocky, but you were left shocked by her aggressiveness, and was more than willing to let her do whatever it was she was planning.

 Jeongyeon brings her mouth to your ear once more, that naughty smile still written all over those wonderful lips of hers.

 "I wonder what I'd look like in that flight attendant uniform," she says as she finally gets your belt undone and zipper down.

 "Yeah? I bet you'd look great in it."

 "I totally would. I bet you'd love how tight it would fit on me. How nice my legs would look in that short skirt. Maybe I wouldn't wear anything underneath it," she says, her right hand now in your shorts, working your cock to full hardness over your boxers, her slim fingers stroking the length of your shaft, jerking it up and down as best she could.

 "Fuck," you hiss, hoping that the people in the seats in front of you didn't hear.

 "I'd take care of anything you need on your flight, boss," Jeongyeon continues as she slips your boxers down past your shaft, freeing it finally from your clothes, "And I'd be willing to do anything to make sure you're comfortable."

 You shift your hips, trying your best to allow Jeongyeon full access to your cock beneath the blanket. The pleasure she was building in your body was rising steadily, and you close your eyes in an attempt to slow it down and savor each moment.

 "I'd make sure you had whatever drink you wanted. But then again, maybe it'd be me that would be thirsty. Maybe I'd want a drink too...Do you.. Do you think you’d have a drink for me, boss?"

 "God," you hiss, the word leaving your mouth involuntarily as Jeongyeon continues to jerk your cock with her slim hand, her fingers wrapped around your shaft, pumping it up and down, twisting her grip to create even more friction. Her hand leaves your cock for a moment as she brings it to her mouth, where you hear her spit into her palm - when her palm returns to your shaft the lubrication of her spit drives you wild.

 "Imagine me down on my knees in front of you, boss, your cock out of your pants... and in my mouth... Imagine me sucking it, swirling my tongue around your head, sucking your big, hard cock with my hot, wet mouth..."

 The pleasure is becoming unbearable now, and you squirm uncomfortably, your hands gripping the armrests tightly.

 "But I wouldn't be satisfied with just a blowjob - and neither would you. I'd want more."

 "Really... Jeongyeon?" you whisper back, almost unable to form a sentence, "and what more would you want?"

 "Your cock in my pussy," Jeongyeon hisses back, her voice utterly dripping now with lust and need, her own hips and waist squirming in her seat. You look over to her and notice that her left hand has disappeared beneath the blanket as well, and the movement in the blanket where her crotch would be tells you all you need to know with what she is doing with it.

 "I'd pull up that tight little flight attendant skirt and ride you right here," she hisses, her words becoming a little more impatient, a little more needy with each syllable as her hands pleasure herself, "Imagine how wet I'd be."

 "You'd be so wet," you answer, barely able to form the words. All this time, Jeongyeon hasn't stopped pumping your shaft, her rhythm getting slightly faster now as she matches the rhythm of her wrist with the fingers that were likely slipping in and out of her own body.

 "You'd be so big inside me," she hisses, "mmm.... oh! fuck... and you'd make me wet... so fucking wet..."

 "Oh yeah?"

 "Yeah... oh god, you'd be so big inside me... so big and thick... filling me up.... filling me up with your cock... as I ride you up and down... Imagine... imagine you tearing my jacket and shirt open while I ride you... and sucking... sucking on my tits."

 "Fuck, Jeongyeon."

 "Yeah... fuck, boss. I'd cum... I'd cum... cum on your cock."

 "Cum for me, Jeongyeon. Cum for me..."

 "Oh god... fuck... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... Oh god... I'm cumming!"

 You watch as Jeongyeon spasms in her seat, her lust drunk eyes locked totally on yours as she tries her best to control the pleasure that is coursing throughout her tight, slim body. Her eyes, those large, round eyes of hers, are absolutely enthralling, so full with lust and drunk with passion as her orgasm tides over her. She tries, mostly in vain, to keep her body in control, but her best efforts fail, and she is shaking and squirming uncontrollably, a quivering, hot mess in her plane seat.

 Her hand tightens on your cock, almost painfully, but she quickly regains her senses, and slowly, carefully begins to pump it again, even as she breathes heavily in an attempt to catch her breath.

 "Imagine... imagine me turning around.. and letting you fuck me from behind over these seats," she says, her words breathless, the words of a tired, exhausted young woman still recovering fro a powerful orgasm.

 "I'd fuck you so hard, bend you over these seats and have my way with you," you hiss.

 "And I'd let you... and I'd love it," she answers back, her lips leaving your ear for a moment to make eye contact with you. There is a fierceness, a challenge in her eyes, as though she were daring you to maintain your composure, daring you to keep from cumming.

 "Imagine how wet and tight I'd be after I cum," she says, returning her lips to your ear, "imagine me moaning and shouting your name while you take me and fuck me and ravage me. I want you… I want you to use me, fuck my pussy like you own it… like you own me..."

 "Oh god, Jeongyeon, I'm close."

 "Are you, boss? Are you close to cumming? Do you want me to squeeze you inside me, really make you feel how tight and wet I am for you? Are you imagining yourself fucking me, gripping my hips while you fuck my tight, wet little pussy?" She raises her pace slightly, her hand pumping up and down the entire length of your shaft now, her thumb grazing over your weeping head, trying to pull each and every ounce of pleasure out of your body.

 "Fuck, Jeongyeon-"

 "You can cum inside me later, and fill my body with your cum. But right now," Jeongyeon says, still jerking your cock with each word and bringing you to the precipice, "I want it in my mouth."

 Jeongyeon pulls the blanket away from your lap, revealing your cock, slick with your pre-cum and her spit, and her small hand wrapped around it. She leans over and bends towards it, and you could do nothing but let your head fall back in pleasure as she takes your shaft into her mouth, her tongue swirling mercilessly around your sensitive head. 

 You could hold it no longer - not with Jeongyeon's incessant teasing, not with her dirty words, not with her slim hand pumping your shaft up and down - and certainly not with her mouth, lips, and that amazing tongue on your cock.

 You grip the back of her head, pulling it down to the base of your cock - you drive your hips upwards as much as you could given your sitting position, and you feel the tip of your shaft touch the back of her throat as you finally cum, sending thick, hot semen into Yoo Jeongyeon's wet, hot, willing mouth.

 It feels like hours, the pleasure addling your mind ruining your sense of time. All you feel is the pulsing of your shaft as it sends stream after stream of cum into Jeongyeon's throat as the pleasure and warmth emanating from your crotch radiates throughout the rest of your body.

 Some indeterminate amount of time later, Jeongyeon finally raises her head from your crotch, and you quickly cover yourself with the blanket as you remember that you were in the back of a fully loaded plane full of your colleagues. As she raises her head Jeongyeon locks eyes with you, and you watch her lust drunk eyes as she swallows the load that is ballooning her cheeks. Her throat works slowly as she gulps down each drop of semen, her face so utterly sexy, utterly lusty as she does so. 

 Jeongyeon's left hand emerges from beneath the blanket as well, her fingertips glistening. She brings it to your mouth, and you lick them clean.

 "You should get a taste too," she says as you finish licking her juices from her fingers.

 "Fuck, Jeongyeon, that was-"

 "It's not over yet," she whispers once more into your ear.

 "No?"

 "No. Because the second we get to our hotel, you're going to fuck me."

 ---

 There was a lot to admire in the scene - the way the sunlight filtered in through the horizontal window blinds, painting shades of gold and yellow and red on the white sheets and the pale, perfect vanilla skin of Yoo Jeongyeon’s back as she sat facing away from you on the bed, the covers drawn up around her chest. 

 You couldn’t help but reach out and touch her, enjoying the feel of her soft, warm skin beneath your fingertips and the sound of the soft purr that escapes her lips.

 Jeongyeon kept to her word on the plane - not even an hour since you’d reached your hotel in Seoul she’d pounced on you like a cat, having somehow found a neckerchief, jacket and skirt that was enough to pass for a flight attendant costume. You’d guessed that her interest in cosplay and roleplay had served her well in sourcing the necessary clothing items in such a short timeframe.

 The sex was amazing, as it always was with her. She didn’t have the most amazing body - that was probably Momo or Sana. She wasn’t the best in bed - that was probably Seolhyun or Tzuyu. What Jeongyeon had was a passion for you that made each time with her so meaningful, so intensely full of care and emotion.

 She had started riding you, just as she had suggested when she was giving you that handjob on the plane, but after her orgasm you quickly turned her onto her back, which you knew was her favorite position. She loved feeling you on top of her, loved feeling your weight on her body and wrapping those long, gorgeous legs of hers around you as you pumped in and out of her wet heat and filled her with hot, warm cum - it made her feel safe, and warm, and loved.

 Jeongyeon straightens her spine and turns her head a little as your fingers trace a light path down her back, a tender smile on her lips.

 “That feels good,” she says softly.

 “Good,” you answer. The light plays with her hair, turning it into woven gold.

 “It was pretty damn good,” she says, referring of course to your last session.

 “Definitely.”

 “I…”

 Jeongyeon pauses mid sentence, as though she were weighing carefully her next words.

 “I…” she continues, “I have another costume to wear for you.”

 You perk up at the thought. She was insatiable.

 “And what costume might that be?”

 The girl lets a thoughtful look appear on her face. Her fingers play nervously with the bed covers next to her, as though she could find the answers she needed in the white cotton. You get the impression that she is weighing each word of her next sentence in her mind, gathering up the courage to speak them.

 “I’d wear whatever costume let you see me as more than just a co-worker.”

 Her words don’t take you entirely by surprise - she’d already confessed her feelings to you in Hawaii - or at least, she had heavily implied as such. But to hear her say the words out loud still hit you harder than you were expecting.

 “Jeongyeon… I…”

 “I know, boss, I know - you’re with Momo. And… And I want you to know that I would never in a million years intentionally break you up. But I… I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t tell you how I felt about you.”

 Your hand falls away from her back; not that you were upset at her confession, or at her for telling you how she felt - rather, you were frustrated at the entire situation, the quirks of fate that left you with women who felt for you, but had somehow chosen the wrong time to do so.

 You sit up in bed, and rub your forehead in an attempt to clear your mind.

 “I’m sorry, boss. I know… this probably isn’t the best time.”

 You turn and face Jeongyeon, and you want to comfort her, her body looking suddenly very small as she sits there, half-wrapped in bedsheets, her long dark hair losing a little bit of its glow as she turns to look at you and the sun changes its angle. 

 “It’s not that, Jeongyeon. I… I just have a lot on my mind.”

 “I know. I’m sorry,” she says, even though you knew she didn’t have to apologize for anything at all.

 “I…  I should go.”

 You sit up and get off the bed, searching for and finding the shorts and t-shirt Jeongyeon had taken off you and thrown onto the floor not even a few hours before.

 “Boss… I… I’m sorry. I don’t want things to be weird-”

 “They won’t be,” you answer, “I just… I just need some time to think about things.”

 A few seconds pass by like hours as you look for your phone, finding it on the floor a few feet away. When you look up at Jeongyeon again, she has drawn her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, as though protecting herself from the harm that might come from the question she was about to ask.

 “Will you… will you go to her?” she asks, referring without names to Momo.

 “I… no. I just need some time alone.”

 “I… I’ll wait for you,” Jeongyeon says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she raises her head to look into your eyes, “I’d wait as long as it took.”

 You force a weak smile onto your lips, Jeongyeon’s sad, soft eyes hitting your emotions hard. With heavy steps, you turn away from her and leave the hotel room.

 ---

 “Did she do that thing with her hips? That thing you like? I told her to do that. Yeah, you’re welcome,” Hirai Momo says with a sly look on her face as she pops another french fry into her mouth.

 You sat opposite her on the couch in her hotel room, forcing a smile onto your face in response as you try to focus on the dinner you two had ordered via room service.

 “She did. And it was great,” you admit.

 “So? What’s so important that you wanted dinner? I thought Jeongyeon would’ve tired you out, on top of the jet lag from the flight,” Momo says, oblivious and aloof as she takes a bite of her  burger. She wipes some stray ketchup from the corner of her mouth, and you find yourself thinking that small little gesture would’ve been infinitely adorable had your mind not been so heavy with the weight of what you were about to tell her.

 You steel yourself for what you are about to say.

 “Momo… you told me… you told me when we first started going out that I should let you know… when… when feelings get involved.”

 Momo pauses, mid bite of her burger. She places it back on the tray, chewing slowly and wiping her hands with a napkin. She shakes her head a little, as though trying to digest what you had just said.

 “So… wait… Jeongyeon… you?”

 “No… I mean, yes. Well… on her end. I think… I know… Jeongyeon has feelings for me.”

 Momo is visibly taken aback by your words and the revelation of Jeongyeon’s feelings. Evidently she had no idea that the tech specialist had felt that way.

 “Do you… do you have feelings… for her?”

 “I… Momo… I…”

 Momo raises a hand to her mouth as if to cover her shock.

 “You… you have feelings for her,” she says out loud, as though she thought hearing them would help her believe them.

 “I… I don’t. At least, I don’t think so-”

 “Then you can’t see her again. Kick her off the team. You’re the boss. Transfer her,” Momo says abruptly, her face suddenly serious, suddenly composed of a mix of confusion and anger and jealousy and hate.

 “Momo, you know I can’t-”

 “Yes, you can! This is your team. You run it. You can…”

 Tears are welling up in her eyes now.

 “Momo…”

 Momo rises up off the sofa and faces the window. She was usually so strong, so tough, but there is a smallness in her now, and she is visibly shaking, trembling, as though she were struggling to process all that had happened in the past few minutes.

 “I always thought it would be Sana that would take you away from me,” she says, her words and tone quivering and shaking, as though she were struggling to piece together the syllables, “I never thought it would be Jeongyeon.”

 “Momo,” you begin, “it’s not Jeongyeon. It’s just… with you… and Sana, and Jeongyeon, and…”

 Silence reigns. There is one more name to add to the list, but you somehow find the strength to keep from saying it.

 “I just need…. I need some time to figure things out. With all this… and finding Irene… it’s… it’s a lot to handle. I need… I need to figure myself out.”

 Momo quivers a little, and you want to go over there and wrap your arms around her, but your limbs fail you - there is no energy, no will, to be found anywhere inside your body. You curse yourself for throwing this on her without warning. For all she knew her boyfriend just wanted to have dinner together and share a quiet night; she had no idea, no warning that this night would be so heavy. You are shaken, and shocked, that things had come to this.

 “So what… what happens to us?” Momo asks, as she tries and fails to compose herself.

 “We… I don’t know.”

 The seconds pass like hours as you sit there, watching, paralyzed, as Momo stands against the hotel window. When she speaks, she speaks as though she has a dry throat, the words a harsh hiss as they leave her mouth.

 “I… I want a transfer off your team.”

 The words strike you with the force of a train - Momo had been on your team since you started at JYP all those years ago, and to imagine a day without her seemed incomprehensible. But she was right - you both needed some time apart from each other, and with you leading the team in Seoul and the pursuit of Irene, it made more sense for her to transfer.

 “I… I’ll put in the paperwork.”

 There is a slight nod in her head, the barest of acknowledgement.

 You rise from the sofa and begin to walk towards the door.

 “I loved you.”

 Her words hit you as you reach the door, your hand on the knob. Her voice is sad, each word so heavy with thought and memory, of happy days and passionate nights, of laughs shared and challenges overcome.

 You are unable to lie - the thought of deceiving her does not even cross your mind.

 “I loved you too.”

 “When you figure yourself out… I hope… I hope you come back to me.”

 You turn the doorknob, and you leave just as you hear Hirai Momo finally break down into tears that would not leave until the sun rose the next day.

 ---

 Author’s Note: :(