#they make so much more sense if you view them as slowly and quietly falling for eachother

[doctor-p]

Rikku: That's not a dream – not if your heart's pounding like that! You and someone you care about are connected somehow. That's what it is!

Paine: How worldly!

[leafostuff]

No Strings Attached [Ft. Billlie's Sheon and Tsuki]

Author's Note: Im out of Hiatus!!!

And finally the continuation of No Names Needed, fun fact - this idea of a sequel with both Tsuki and Sheon was in my brain for a long time, i only now found the inspiration, time and energy to write it.

By the time this will come out, it will be 2025 so happy new year everyone, hope yall thought about your resolutions and had the a blast for 2024, Soon also my writerversary will come as well (Feb 5th) so that is hype as well.

Lastly, just want to thank @defmaybe for helping with beta reading the fic, it kinda is quite a mess when it comes to plot but i honestly enjoyed writing this so much.

And without further ado, hope yall have a fun read

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So after that entire situation at the club’s bathroom with the mysterious girl, a couple of questions are now stuck in your head:

Firstly, how did she manage to convince you for a second round at her place so easily?, It’s not like you were in the right headspace for any reason considering you just reviewed the best head of your life and you were excited to see more of her but still.

Second, what are the odds that just as you were ready to take off your shirt, her roommate just so happened to arrive from her shift? Having to sit quietly on their couch listening to the awkward argument of having to leave the dorm for tonight so her roommate could sleep in peace after a long shift.

And lastly: why are they now making out on the bed with their underwear only?

“Nghh…Sheon…” is the only her roommate (which you are still not sure about

Her name) can mutter between kisses, her voice is sweet on the ears, especially when she moans with how her partner latches her luscious lips (which you can vouch for by experience) latch on a particular spot on her neck, “so good…”

“Yes unnie, it is so good” it's the way Sheon elongates the last two words which raises the sexual tension inside the room, and her hands are not left idle, rubbing her right thigh back and forth. 

“And look, he is so hard for us right now” she adds before slightly tilting her roommate's face toward your naked erection, everything happened so fast you don't even remember when you took off your pants. “What do you say, oppa, ready for round two?”

“Fuck, as long you tell me your cute roommate's name,” you finally respond, already inching closer to them with impatience and lust. However, it seems like Sheon has other plans.

“That’s not how it works” Sheon lets out a disappointed sigh, “You can't just get a girl’s name like that, first you need to let her suck your cock.” To any other person, Sheon’s response would be fucked up, but to you and the two girls? For some reason, it just makes sense. “But before all of that, let me get unnie to show her tits to us”.

Words quickly turn into actions as Sheon unclasped her roommate's bra, letting it fall onto the sheets, giving her mounds the full view they desperately needed. It's hard to pinpoint exactly her size, especially with how Sheon is not wasting a second by slowly pushing her friend’s face lower to face the tip of your hardness.

The last stretch though, she does by herself and honestly? Those two girls might as well be sisters since like Sheon, as soon as her lips wrap around the tip of your cock a switch flips in her head, immediately starting with slow and steady bobbing movement toward the base of your cock.

She even has the same deadly stare Sheon has when she looks up, seeing your eyes closed while biting your lips every time she gets your cock deeper inside her, letting out a soft mumble resembling a chuckle before increasing the pace and the passion she uses to drain you.

And it drives you fucking insane.

“Oh my god unnie, you suck his cock so fucking amazing” Sheon is shocked at the oral assault her roommate expertly does. “Let me just get naked and then I will start sucking his balls, okay, unnie?” Even with the immense pleasure you receive you can still see how Sheon quickly takes off her bra to reveal her rather small mounds before diving downward, facing your cock with a hungry gaze.

She shifts around to find a comfortable position near her roommate and then, without leaving you a place to get used to it, she immediately reaches her tongue forward, giving it a teasing lick that sends shivers to your brain never felt before.

The only thing you can do is grip the mattress of the bed, trying to find some semblance of control over your body while two professional arsonists set your body aflame with pleasure that can only be described as messy and the sounds they make doesn't help your situation.

“Mm shewon-” the black-haired girl muffles with your cock still inside her mouth, “he is swo hawrd-nghh…” she manages to say to her friend, who seems to get excited with each moment seeing her friend being fucked.

“I know, right? I bet he really likes it when girls like us suck his big, thick cock,” Sheon responds while her hands go to her roommate's hair, moving it from her face to give more space, then she turns to you. “What about you, oppa, getting close for my unnie?”.

You can only nod in response, as any other will take too much energy from you. “That's great oppa,” Sheon adds, taking a look sideways and see how into the feeling the other girl, you could bet she’s not even hearing a word of your conversation as her entire soundscape consistent of licking, slurping and moaning, all which gets you closer to what they have been waiting.

But then, Sheon rises from her position, moving herself from near her roommate to now sitting behind you. You can feel how one of her hands snakes up from behind, gliding across your naked chest before leaning her mouth to your right ears, whispering the magic you didn't know even existed.

“Fill her”

And all hell breaks loose. This simple request is enough to send you into overdrive, as you quickly put each of your hands on the black-haired girl’s head for control before releasing your first shot of your load into her mouth.

And it just doesn't stop, your mind is all hazy only focusing on that request, each buck of your hips forward gets you reaching the back of her mouth with your cock and then unloading another round of cum down her throat, getting the both of you to release a moan.

Sheon? She’s ecstatic, jumping up and down behind you frantically. Each pump of yours gets her giggling and smiling wider. “Yes, yes, yes!!, fill her oppa, fill my Tsuki unnie, she's such a slut for your big cock, let her have all of it” As if she knew all of your sweet spots, she reached her lips to your ear, giving it a loving kiss which gets you hornier.

Below you, Tsuki lets out tears from the pleasure overtaking her entire body, each drop of cum getting inside her gets her moaning while her hands gripping your thighs to not faint, meanwhile managing to mutter a slutty, needy “more” every time she takes her lips out to catch her breath, before taking you in further.

Your last drops of your white load eventually gets swallowed by Tsuki’s, pulling her lips out of your cock and letting you fall onto the bed, pleasure blurs every bit of your vision, finally having time to catch your breath for the first time of the night and your heartbeat to slow down.

“Fuck…you two…are insane” is the only thing you manage to say between heavy breaths.

“And the best part, oppa? We're not over yet,” Sheon says, her voice still seductive, you manage to raise your head and see the two girls as you suddenly notice something: their panties are off.

In front of you are now two girls, fully naked, presenting themselves to you in their full glory, Sheon with a slutty smile and a bite on her lower lip while Tsuki demeanor is more reserved however her eyes share the same curiosity and excitement as her roommate. Immediately, this gets you up and running once again.

“That's right Oppa, you still didn't have the chance to cum on Tsuki unnie's thighs…or inside my ass, and especially…” She then goes behind Tsuki, quickly inserting two digits into her pussy while her other hand goes to grope one of her tits, getting Tsuki to gasp in surprise from the surprising touch over her body.

 “You didn't get to cum inside our tight little pussies, Oppa,” she adds, now you're fully immersed in the show in front of you.

“Who knows, maybe a round or two later we could hear your name, right?”

It’s that question that guarantees both to them and to you that tonight's gonna be unlike any other night you ever had in your life.

[hypothermiatapes]

Scene from a Tomarry fic I’m writing and haven’t posted

(You can give CONSTRUCTIVE criticism since it’s still in the works)

Tom wakes early and is confused to find Evans asleep on his cot, day clothes still on. The first three buttons of his shirt are undone revealing the necklace, hair tie around his wrist and glasses on his nose. It’s obvious Evans hadn’t had enough energy to get ready for bed and had instead just laid down, probably falling asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

He’s only seen Evans asleep in the middle of the night so few times he can count them on his fingers. Evans being asleep so late was unheard of, the boy seeming to always be awake long before the sun even touched the horizon. It perplexes Tom in a way he can’t explain. Just what has exhausted the boy to suck an extent he’s asleep at this time?

Tom gets up and dresses quietly, keeping one eye on his roommate throughout it all. When done he comes to stand before Evans, just looking at him. It’s the first time he’s been able to properly look at Evans in broad daylight.

His hair is even messier than it’s ever been when tied up, the hair seeming to defy gravity itself. However, it’s not unkept, Tom would even admit it seems to add a charm. One of his eyebrows is slit from a scar that Tom’s only just noticed, the boys hair usually obstructing the view.

What really draws his attention though, is how in sleep Evans shows more emotion than he does awake. Every line of his face speaks of pain, whether it mental or physical, Tom will never know. He watches the way Evans face flashes through pain, anger, determination and despair, all seeming out of place on the usually blank face.

Carefully, Tom reaches down and brushes the boys hair away from his forehead to reveal a scar in the shape of lightning cutting through the skin. It’s old, but appears to have reopened numerous times since it was placed, some scar tissue newer than the rest.

It’s then that he sees it, Dark Magic. Under the skin of the scar is a thin line of black, one that is only caused when hit with a dark spell. It’s the same for most of the scars over his face, and when Toms eyes slide down he find a newly healed scar starting at the boys collarbone with the same line.

His mind flashes to that night in the underground and how a foreign magic had wrapped around him. Suddenly, it all makes sense, the vanishing, secretiveness, glowing eyes, odd jewelry. It all points towards magic, how had he not noticed it?

Just what is Evans doing here? His mind goes to how Evans had immediately been untrusting towards him, how he seemed to know more than he let on. Then there’s the oddly targeted topics and words, as if he knows exactly who he’s speaking to.

Evans has been watching him, tracking him, stalking him. Paranoia begins to course through his veins, Evans knows, knows too much. The conversation on death rings clearly in his mind, the way Evans had laughed hysterically, how he had said with such honesty that he knew Tom would make a name for himself.

Without thinking Tom crosses back to his side of the room and pulls his wand out, uncaring of the consequences. Evans is a danger, and Tom is going to get some answers. In one fluid motion he is straddling Evans and holding a wand to his neck. Before Tom can blink something cold is held to his neck and green eyes stare at him with hatred.

“Who are you?” Tom whispers dangerously, ignoring the blade held against his throat.

A smile spreads slowly over Evans face, it seems almost excited, eyes shining with insanity. “Oh Tom,” he purrs, it makes chills run up his spine, “that’s such an open question, I’d expect better from you.”

“You don’t know anything about me!” He snarls, it only serving to make the boys smile widen, revealing sharp canines.

“You’re right, I don’t know anything about you,” Tom digs his wand deeper. “But I do know you were born here, that you have a history of theft, that you presumably killed Billy Stubs rabbit and that you led those two kids to a cave. I know you were exorcised around nine years old after you were caught talking to a snake, that at eleven an odd man visited youthat in September of that year you went off to a boarding school that you go to every fall and return around the end of June. I know you most likely are a Hogwarts student, and from your robes I snuck a look at, a Slytherin; how fitting for a parseltongue if Sister Cole is to be believed. I also know that you are known to get sick easily, spend most of your time reading, and are too skinny. I know quite a bit about you, Tom Marvolo Riddle, yet, I don’t know who you are.”

“How do you know any of that?” He whispers, the words almost a growl.

“You underestimate me, even now,” he says blankly, smiling vanishing. “It was clear when Sister Cole offered me this room that she didn’t like you, that in her eyes you were the devils child. Naturally, I was curious, I mean, who wouldn’t be? A poor orphan that can apparently afford a boarding school? So, I went looking, I asked around about you, got on Sister Cole’s good side, figured out everything I could within these walls.”

Tom seethes. “What about everything else?” he bites out, referring to many things like magic, and his fear of death.

Suddenly, Evans shifts abruptly and he’s thrown onto his back, knife cutting into his neck slightly. Before he can do anything Evans has his arms pinned above his head, hips straddled in a way that he won’t be able to get him off. The moment they make eye contact Tom rips into his mind, but before he can go far he feels a sharp pain in his side, bringing him back.

It doesn’t take him long to realize Evans had stabbed him, the boy pulling the blade out sharply, crimson blood coating it. He looks at Tom cooly, anger simmering in his eyes as he leans forward so that he can whisper in Tom’s ear.

“Even try that again and I’ll kill you,” he promises before pulling away to hold the soaked blade back to Tom’s jugular. “Again, such open questions, I’m almost disappointed,” he says, voice and expression as dead as the grave.

Anger and frustration rises along with the throbbing in Toms side, he hates being in such a position, and he has a feeling Evans knows. “Why are you here at the orphanage?” He grinds out.

“I’m an orphan, why else?” He says almost bored and Tom could punch him.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he tries to force the pain behind his walls, but it’s hard with his bubbling anger.

“Then be more specific.”

“What are the circumstances that led to you being placed in the care of Wool’s Orphanage?” Tom would love to skin the boy alive.

Evans hums lightly, looking at him in consideration. “I’m parentless and the people that cared for me gave me up because of money.”

He hates how vague the boy is and how he dances around the questions with ease. “Full name?” He asks instead.

“I didn’t know someone could be in such a compromised position and still be doing an interrogation,” he replies mildly.

“Just answer the question!”

“No.”

Who does this boy think he is? Tom is far above him, better, definitely more magically prowl than this boy could ever wish to be. He should be bowing before Tom, not restraining him like he’s a someone. Without thinking he spits in Evans face, the boy not even flinching.

He slowly removes the hand with the knife and wipes it away with ease, unfazed by the situation. However, his grip on Tom’s wrists tightens to the point of bruising, he wasn’t wrong when he thought Evans was stronger than he seemed.

“You seem to be under the impression I owe you something,” Evans comments as he holds the bloody knife below his chin. “You’re wrong, of course, since you’re in my debt. I will say this once, and only once, so listen closely. I don’t owe you anything, I do not owe you answers, I do not owe you favors, I owe you absolutely nothing. So, I recommend you quit while you’re ahead because I still have that favor and we never specified anything about what I can ask for.”

Icy dread runs through Tom’s veins, the reality of the deal suddenly stark in his mind. He hadn’t realized they hadn’t set ground rules for the favor, and even if they had it still would have been a large favor due to the boy literally driving the priest insane. Evans must see the dread in his eyes because he smirks.

Tom desperately tries to get his expression under control, moving slightly to see just how stuck he is. The answer is very, there’s no way he can get out of this until Evans lets him. He’s losing quite a bit of blood too, it wouldn’t do him any good to stay like this for long.

Evans eyes slip down to where Tom’s wound must be, clearly thinking the same thing. He closes his eyes and rolls his head before fixing his gaze back onto Tom. He doesn’t say anything, just waits, and Tom knows he’s waiting for him to do something.

“It would be awfully unfortunate if I died due to blood loss, wouldn’t it? It would be in our best interest if you got off, it wouldn’t do you any good to be marked a murderer,” he says slowly, and to his shock Evans breaks out into insane laughter.

His grip on Tom tightens, as he laughs hysterically, and Tom is left wondering what exactly he said was funny. Evans shoulders shake from the intensity of his laughs, it so loud he’s sure it hurts. His eyes shine with something absolutely feral, insane, dangerous.

“‘In our best interest’? I don’t care if I’m a wanted man!” He gasps out hysterically.

The laughter stops abruptly, and it leaves a frigid silence behind. Tom wants to feel indignant about the fact Evans had just laughed at him, but he can’t, utterly speechless. What does he mean by he doesn’t care? How could someone not care about that?

Evans expression closes completely, leaving a cool mask in its wake as he leans close. “I’ll let you go, I’ll even help with the wound, but only if you promise to never enter my mind again. If you don’t, know I’m more than happy to let you bleed out, and if you break said promise I swear I will hunt you till the ends of the Earth. When I’ve set my sight on something I’ll stop at nothing to fulfill it, understood?”

“Fine,” Tom bites out and Evans lets go of him, easily getting off.

[steflionheart]

Cherished

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Pairing: Dan Heng x Caelus

Wordcount: 2.482

tags: AU - canon divergent; soft and fluffy; tooth-rotting fluff; bold Dan Heng; flustered Caelus; Caelus walks in on sleeping Dan Heng and is totally smitten with it and accidentally causes mayhem; but don't worry, it was the best that could've happened :3

“Dan Heng?” Caelus asked, gently knocking only once at the door to the archives. He didn’t want to startle his friend.

Caelus waited for a few moments. Seeing that there was no answer coming from the other side, he assumed that Dan Heng was completely lost in either one of his books or browsing the databank of the Express for any information he was after.

As per usual.

All the more reason for Caelus to bring him the snacks and some calming tea he’d prepared especially for the bookworm.

The Express had stopped by a smaller planet nearby to stock up on provisions not too long ago. Welt and March had been chosen by Himeko to actually go out and get them while Caelus had been assigned with looking after Dan Heng.

Which he gladly did.

They all knew that Dan Heng, once engrossed in his data research, easily lost track of time and didn’t even notice that he was actually in need of something. So they’d all decided to mostly let him be, but check in on him regularly to make sure he didn’t dehydrate or starve himself.

“Coming in now, hope you’re not undressed!” Caelus chuckled before pressing the lock on the door to Dan Heng’s room.

He blushed slightly at the idea of actually finding an undressed Dan Heng in the archives but immediately pushed the thought aside.

‘Not the right time for such indecent daydreams,’ he reminded himself.

The door slid open with a soft shuffling sound and revealed the familiar, mostly quiet room. The only sounds one could hear was the soft whirring of the machines as well as deep, relaxed breaths, accompanied by soft snoring.

Caelus smiled to himself as he took a step inside, ready to announce himself and the meal he’d brought— but instead, he froze to the spot the very next moment.

‘Snoring?’ he asked himself.

He took another, cautious step forward and craned his neck to look around the data carrier box that was blocking his view. He then spotted a very much fast asleep Dan Heng, comfortably lying on his bed and only half covered by his usual thin quilt.

Caelus stepped slowly closer, focused on not making any sound. He didn’t want to risk waking Dan Heng or even startling him. He then placed the tray gently on the desk to his right before turning around.

Caelus simply stood there and observed Dan Heng’s sleeping figure.

His handsome face and posture seemed relaxed but Caelus noticed the slight twitching of muscles and how Dan Heng’s eyes danced behind his lids.

‘He must be dreaming,’ Caelus assumed as he took yet another few steps forward and stopped right beside Dan Heng’s bed. ‘I hope it’s a pleasant one for once. He deserves it.’

Caelus smiled gently to himself as he thought those words, a sense of fondness and warmth settling deep in his chest and spreading through his whole body. The longer he gazed at Dan Heng’s sleeping face, yet another strange sensation nearly overwhelmed him.

A deeply rooted longing suddenly clutched at his heart and squeezed it tightly.

He wondered what it meant at first until the moment his body eventually acted on its own. He lowered himself into a squat as his eyes wandered over Dan Heng’s delicate features and his right hand automatically stretched out towards the black-haired man’s face.

Almost reaching its destination, Caelus’ hand suddenly froze mere inches away from Dan Heng’s cheek as the latter stirred slightly. Dan Heng inhaled deeply before sighing and finally falling back into a relaxed state.

Caelus exhaled quietly, releasing the breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding in. He noticed his hand, still hovering above Dan Heng’s beautiful face. Shaking his head slightly, he closed his eyes for a brief moment.

‘What do you think you’re doing here, idiot? Get a grip already, you can’t just touch him while he’s sleeping!’ he scolded himself. He retreated his hand and slowly dragged it over his face instead as he groaned inwardly.

The moment he opened his eyes again, his breath hitched.

Dan Heng’s pale indigo eyes were staring right into his amber ones and Caelus startled with a gasp. He wanted to retreat by standing up but instead, he felt his whole body tipping backwards as he lost his balance.

The last thing he saw was Dan Heng’s eyes growing wide in shock before he called out to him.

“Watch out!”

Knowing full well that there was the metal railing right behind him, Caelus could not do much except for bracing himself for the impact. He clenched his eyes shut and pulled his shoulders up to his ears in a weak attempt to protect his head. At the same time, his hands reached down to somewhat lessen the impact on the floor.

But against his worst expectations, he felt a strong hand clutching the back of his head instead, while another settled around his back as they both pulled him flush against a sturdy chest.

Caelus needed a moment to process what exactly had happened and as he eventually dared to open his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by darkness. He wondered if he’d actually managed to hit his head and if he’d fainted.

That was, until a very familiar scent tickled his nose and eventually filled his lungs. He realized that it was way too distinct for it to only be a trick his mind was playing.

Caelus blinked several times but the darkness still didn’t fade, instead he noticed an increasingly faster and with each moment passing louder thumping sound. It felt unsettling but at the same time strangely soothing as it almost sounded like a heartbeat; way too fast and excited for its owner’s well-being.

He tried to move but the iron grip around his body only tightened and he groaned quietly as breathing became harder.

Slowly but surely, Caelus’ clouded mind cleared again and he became aware of where and in what situation he was.

The darkness surrounding him was actually Dan Heng’s black shirt as the silver-haired man realized that his face was pressed into his friend’s chest. Hence, why breathing was hard, too.

And the by now steadily fast and loud thumping sound was nothing other than Dan Heng’s heavily beating heart right underneath where his head was currently resting.

Caelus felt a wave of panic wash over him as he tried once again to move, realizing how close they were. He tried to lean back from Dan Heng but the other man was still holding him firmly against his body. Caelus managed to at least move his legs so that he was finally kneeling on the floor and not in a crouching position anymore.

The muscles in his thighs seemed to thank him and they pleasantly tingled as the blood rushed back through them.

A few more moments passed in which Caelus finally found the courage to lift his own arms and carefully wrap them around Dan Heng’s trembling body. It must’ve been straining to stay in this position or could it be… was he anxious or even terrified?

“Dan Heng…” Caelus muttered, voice muffled against the soft fabric of the other’s shirt. “I’m okay, you can let go now.”

The black-haired man inhaled a shaky breath and slowly loosened his embrace as he released that breath again. Caelus eventually blinked against the bright lights of the archive as he took a deep breath of his own.

His eyes immediately found Dan Heng’s.

Amber stared into pale indigo as seconds passed, hands still resting on each other’s arms as they both simply couldn’t do anything else but gaze at each other.

They were both kneeling on the floor, Dan Heng panting slightly with concern evidently written all over his features as his eyes scanned Caelus’ face intently. Caelus was taken aback at the sight of his friend being so worried, almost panicked even.

“A-are you really okay? Y-you… you didn’t get hurt?” Dan Heng asked and Caelus heard the light trembling in his voice. Caelus’ eyebrows shot up in surprise and he unconsciously squeezed Dan Heng’s forearms, where his hands were still resting.

“I’m fine, Dan Heng, really. You… saved me,” Caelus reassured him with a breathless smile and just a moment later, Dan Heng’s body slumped as he let out a breath of relief.

“I’m so glad… I couldn’t forgive myself if— if you got hurt because I startled you.”

His words were merely above a whisper, almost unintelligible but Caelus could easily make out the fear and honesty in them. A soft smile naturally found its way onto his lips.

He huffed a single breath of laughter before he confessed. “If anything, I shouldn’t have been here in the first place, so it was my fault anyway. I’m sorry, I woke you up.”

Dan Heng’s head snapped up, eyebrows knitted in confusion as it was written plainly all over his beautiful face. His delicate lips were slightly parted and the sudden urge to taste them almost threw Caelus off his feet again. He blinked and dismissed the thought as soon as it popped up in his mind as Dan Heng spoke up.

“Right… What were you doing here?” he tilted his head slightly, lifting one of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows in question.

Suddenly aware of them still being way too close, Caelus practically jumped up from the floor onto his feet and moved over to the desk where he’d left off the tray earlier. A flush crept up his neck and he desperately tried to wish it away.

To no avail, though.

Dan Heng just watched him, once again utterly confused until he saw a blushing, flustered Caelus simply standing there with the tray in his hands and mumbling.

“I wanted to check in on you and brought some snacks and tea…”

Caelus’ gaze snapped briefly to Dan Heng’s but immediately away again as he flushed even harder. He smiled sheepishly at his next words.

“You know best how immersed in your books or research you can get, so you often forget to eat or drink. I ju—” Caelus took a deep breath in an attempt to finish what he was trying to say. “I-I just wanted to…”

Dan Heng’s smile was fond and understanding was written all over his face as he got up himself and took the few steps towards Caelus. It was a genuine and heartfelt smile; a smile he rarely ever showed anyone.

Caelus was one of the very few, lucky devils that had witnessed it once before, yet he was still as mesmerized by it as he was the first time.

Dan Heng then reached out with his right hand and gently cupped Caelus’ cheek as he finished what the silver-haired man was actually trying to say.

“You just wanted to look out for me,” he simply stated, voice soft and affectionate. “Thanks for taking care of me, I really appreciate you.”

After another brief moment, Dan Heng retreated but the soft smile from before still lingered on his lips as he took the tray from Caelus’ hands. He placed it on the desk beside him before grabbing one of the sandwiches and taking a bite. He savored the taste, eyes closing briefly before he groaned quietly.

Dan Heng swallowed and his Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down; and all the while, Caelus’ eyes had been fixed on him, captivated by every single movement.

He eventually snapped out of his trance as Dan Heng reached out for the cup to take a sip of the by now merely lukewarm tea. Apparently, it didn’t bother him at all as he let out a content sigh after placing it back on the tray.

Dan Heng’s eyes found Caelus’ once again, gaze tender and voice soft as he spoke.

“Thank you, Cae, that was exactly what I needed now.”

Caelus was surprised that Dan Heng suddenly called him by a nickname and once again that afternoon, a bright pink blush settled high on his cheekbones as he sheepishly rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. His eyes wandered to the ground for a short moment before he looked back up at Dan Heng.

His voice cracked slightly as he answered. “Y-you’re most welcome. I… hope it was to your liking.”

“Mhm, it was delicious,” Dan Heng replied before closing the distance between them.

He leaned in, his face suddenly close as their gazes locked briefly and Caelus swallowed hard at that. Dan Heng then moved another few inches closer, past Caelus’ face. His body was taut in anticipation until Caelus eventually felt soft lips pressing gently against his left cheek.

It felt better than he could’ve ever imagined; Caelus’ skin tingled where Dan Heng’s lips touched it, sending a pleasant warmth surging through his whole body as the tension slowly subsided, and he practically melted into the touch.

Caelus wanted this moment to last longer— to last forever even, if possible— but he dared to doubt the possibility of this ever happening again.

‘It was probably just a spur-of-the-moment thing, don’t read too much into it,’ he thought to himself.

But against all odds, Dan Heng didn’t leave much room for any doubts.

“I gotta admit, I really like this,” he whispered. He leaned back slightly, cupping Caelus’ face in both hands as he stared into the other’s eyes and continued. “Will you bring me snacks and tea every day, from now on?”

Caelus was captivated by the intensity of Dan Heng’s gaze as he swallowed hard around the lump in his throat and simply nodded. He didn’t trust his voice at that moment.

And Dan Heng seemed to be satisfied as yet another gentle smile spread on his lips before he tightly wrapped his arms around Caelus' body, who returned the embrace with just as much eagerness.

They both enjoyed the moment and their closeness for just a bit longer, reveling in each other’s scent and warmth and just the feeling of each other.

Until three loud knocks at the door eventually interrupted their shared moment.

“Dan Heng? We’re back!” March called through the closed door. “Enough locking yourself up in there. Come on, hang out with us in the parlor car, we brought something for you.”

Both men pulled back and looked at each other for a short moment before chuckling at March’s order. Dan Heng then let go and his hand slid down along Caelus’ arm until it clasped around the other’s hand.

It felt amazing.

It felt right.

It felt like the most natural thing in the whole universe.

Fingers intertwining, Dan Heng then turned towards the door and gently dragged Caelus along.

Caelus couldn’t help but smile happily, gaze fixed on their joined hands as they both left the archive and headed towards the parlor car.

As demanded by March.

[adalwolfgang]

Can I have a Matt x Reader where he is comforting the reader after they had a nightmare? I know the trope is overdone and cliche but it’s a good trope nonetheless

Matt (Bunman) comforting s/o after a nightmare...

A/N: For my 'Au' I've changed some things from the original videos. Matt isn't the one who killed Dimi. That's about all I've decided to change so far for the sake of plot.

Relation: Romantic

Your breathing is shallow as you shoot up in bed.

The blanket falling off your clammy skin.

Matt was still out like a light beside you.

One arm lazily draped over your waist.

It's been what felt like weeks since you've had a full nights rest.

Constant nightmares of worry and sorrow had begun to fill your head ever since you had escaped the facility you were practically raised in.

You still hadn't gotten over Dimi's death.

You already felt fear from losing him.

Now fear of losing Matt has begun to grow tremendously.

No matter how many times he's reassured you he can't die.

Or that'd he'd simply come back to you if he somehow did, again.

You haven't told him though about these never ending nightmares though.

You didn't want him to view you as weak for having fear of such nonsense.

You take a look at his exposed face.

Normally you often saw him wearing his iconic black ski or bunny mask but when it's intimate moments like this, he exposes himself entirely to you.

It's a sweet thought.

That he trusts you so much.

You take one last look over his face before deciding to take a short walk to the small kitchen to find yourself something to drink and snack on.

Anything to calm your nerves.

I feeling of the cold tile floor sends a shiver through your body as you make your way to the kitchen.

Every footstep makes a small echo in the small apartment.

You quietly grab a cup from the cupboard and fill it with whatever drink you could find in the fridge.

You're about to pour the drink into your cup when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

You're about to scream when a hand covers your mouth, silencing you.

"Shh..It's just me poppet," he murmurs into your ear.

Once you start to relax under his touch, he drops his hand from your mouth and pulls you closer from behind.

"Why are you up so late?"

You shrugged, now getting a chance to finish filling your cup.

"Couldn't sleep and got thirsty.."

You hear him tut with a small grin, spinning you around to face him.

"You're a bad liar poppet. I can understand me scaring you made you jumpy but not to the point of feeling all clammy."

He got you on that.

The night shirt you were wearing was still bathed in sweat.

He pulls you into a comforting embrace, slowly swaying the two of you back and forth a bit.

"We're not moving from this spot until you tell me what's gotten you all sweaty and spooked."

You sigh in defeat.

"I had a nightmare...again"

He puts a finger under your chin and softly forces you to look up at him, worry evident in his eyes.

"Again? You've never mentioned having nightmares before.." he murmurs.

"I didn't want to add another thing for you to stress about on the many things we're already having to deal with. And I especially didn't want to stress you on something as pathetic as this-"

The more you talk, the harder it is to hold back your emotions and sobs.

Matt shut you up with a soft peck on the lips, his thumbs wiping the tears from your face.

"Don't you ever think like that again poppet. You're struggles will never be irrelevant to me. You can also come to me if you have problems, okay?"

After that, he had told you to talk to him about what exactly you'd been having nightmares about.

And you did.

He comforted you when you cried at certain moments when talking about them.

And listened to every word that left your mouth.

Once you were finished, you felt much more lighter in a mentality sense.

Like a weight had been lifted from you.

After that, you both crawled back into bed together, Matt pulling the covers over you both making sure you two were as close as two people could be.

"If you ever, and I mean it, ever have another problem like that again, you tell me, okay Poppet?"

You silently nod your head, sleep already falling over you as you snuggle closer to him and close your eyes.

[shylighthi]

Unused Whumptober Outlines!

These are Linked Universe Outlines for Whumptober that I have not felt inspired enough to finish writing, enjoy and adopt these at your leisure! If you like an idea, feel free to steal it for yourself! I'd love to read it!

Day 5. Cave in under Hyrule

    Hyrule and Wild are messing around in some ruins. On reaction, when Wild sees a flock of keese he pulls out a bomb and activates it. The place begins to crumble and the two run. Wild pulls Hyrule along, being the faster one of the two.

Hyrule screams as he falls and Wild is brought down as well. As Wild trips he lets go of Hyrule and the places collapse around them.

Once the rumbling stops, Wild slowly gets up, there are a few rocks on top of him but nothing that he couldn't wiggle away from or move off of him. He tries to open his eyes but they sting from the large amounts of dust in the air.

He sucks in a breath to try calling out but starts to choke on dust. He pulls his tunic up to his face and after a few minutes of coughing, his shirt is able to filter out the dust and let him breathe properly. He calls out to Hyrule before hearing the man coughing from somewhere behind him.

Wild turns toward the noise and blindly taps around for the teen. He tells Hyrule to try moving, sticking an arm out or something. Wild starts to move away any smaller debris he comes across, tossing to the side. He tries to wipe his eyes clear of dust and is only able to get a blurry view of the area around them.

Some light is coming through the now mostly open ceiling a bit Wild cannot make out Hyrule or even a smidgen of green. He moves away some more rock and finds Hyrule's head. Wild is initially happy and holds Hyrules head, talking to him before his hand pulls away red.

Wild digs as much as he can away and Hyrule starts to stir. He whines like he's about to start crying, Wild reassures him that he'll be okay and he just needs to wait for Wild to get everything off of him but Wild can't get the larger rocks off of him.

Wild needs to get the rest of the chain but doesn't want to leave Hyrule alone. Hyrule starts to come to his senses and tells Wild to get help. Wild pours a potion over top of Hyrule's wound, it's not as effective that way but he was worried about the potion trying to heal and making Hyrule heal wrong if he had a bone broken or joint displaced. Wild then runs off to tell the chain, ignoring his own wounds.

He finds Legend in the woods, looking for the two specifically. Together the two go back and help Hyrule, freeing the kid and getting him the help he needs. [End]

-Day 10

The chain gets split in Wild's Hyrule, Legend and Wild get dropped eventide island with no way off. Wild could use his slate bit only to get himself off. Legend eventually convinces him to go to Lurealin and come back with a boat. Wild agrees and leaves. Legend starts to get depressed listening to the seagulls, waves crashing against the shore, the sea breeze brushing through his hair. It was nice but at the same time it always brought back painful memories of Marin. He loved her so much and not a day passes where he doesn't miss her.

-Day 11

Fox Wild skips around a forest. He accidently gets caught in a trap meant for actual foxes. He panics when he can't get his foot free. A group of people begin to walk towards him just to see his own companions. He yelps and whines, catching their attention. Sky comes up to him, Legend and Hyrule just behind him. The three marvel at the mythical creature Hyrule mentions that it looks like Wild's Blupee but as a fox. Sky quietly speaks to Wild, reassuring the strange fox that it's okay as he starts to free Wild's hind leg from the metal trap. Wild pulls away his foot and gives them a short bark and a wag of his tail, bells sounding at the movement. Sky chuckles at that.

Wild darts off briefly before hopping onto a rock, he barks at the group and paws at the rock before barking again. He springs off of it when the group approaches then yelps at the rock again. Legend picks it up to reveal and Rupee underneath it. Wild barks and darts off into the woods, loosing sight of them later in camp Wild listens as Sky, Legend and Hyrule tell him about this mythical fox they found.

Day 14

Wild is thrown into a lake by a moblin in the Hebra region. He is eventually brought back onto the surface after having already Inhaled water. Hyrule does his best to heal him but the water can not be removed from his lungs.

Hyrule starts to panic as Wild is choking and trying to get away from Hyrule. Twilight tried offering a red potion but Wild couldn't take the time to swallow anything, it wouldn't have worked anyway.

Wild Looks terrified. Coughing up water and grasping wildly at the other two. Twilight yells out for the others who had just finished fighting the monsters. Time and the others surround Wild.

Wild stays there, coughing and sputtering for sometime before staring blindly into the space between them and rapidly going limp. He takes his last breath with everyone holding onto him and crying.

Time takes out a napkin and wipes away the water on Wild's face so he does not freeze over. Hyrule is still trying his best to heal Wild. Sky hugs around Hyrule and slowly pulls him away from Wild. Wind is quickly scooped up by warriors to keep him company. Twilight is just staring at his body, mortified. Legend is almost pulling his hair out behind a few feet away, pacing.

Time looks up at Legend and walks up to him to maybe help in his sorrow. Twilight yells out something that catches everyone's attention. There was an initial panic at what was happening before a ghostly zora floated above Wild.

In a moment another spirit jumps out of Wild's body and hugs the afterlife out of the zora. Both laugh happily as Wild kisses her repeatedly. She gently lays him back down into his body and starts to heal him, all while scolding him.

The boy opens his eyes but doesn't otherwise move. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, Link. I tried to get here sooner." She smiles brightly at him before fading away. Wild suddenly gasps and sits up, clutching at his chest until Wind tackles him back to the ground sobbing and gripping onto Wild. The rest of the group joins them

Day 23

Link, dressed in his dark link mask, stalks a random group of people in the might. He doesn't know them. He gets too close and one hears him. The turn and yell out "who's there?"

Link tried to be quiet, forgetting that they could see his eyes glowing in the dark. They start to yell about a shadow and try to attack Link. He dodges and weaves around them, trying to attack back before one gets a lucky hit on him.

They pin him down and question him about what he's doing and ask about infected monsters and Link is plain confused. They then start to ask if there is a link to this Hyrule and one of them very accusingly says that he must have killed Link.

Link starts to get worried that these people are going to kill him because they think he's murder his own self. He breaks and starts to explain that he's just wearing a mask and that he's okay.

The oldest of them pulls away the mask and visibly pales upon seeing that he got close to killing Link. They quickly let Link go and even patch his wound for him. They introduce themselves and briefly explain their mission. [End]

[goldenmagnolias]

lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

masterlist / ao3

CHAPTER XIV: LULLABIES OF PAST AND FUTURE

She has no words to describe how beautiful the court looks. She has no idea how to say it, so she settles with stating the obvious.

“It’s breathtaking.” She says eyes tracing everything that she can, hands resting on the stone railing of the balcony, tracing the patterns carved into it.

“Yes, it is,” Ophiuchus's voice reaches her ears, “although I might be biased in saying so.”

“I do not believe it’s bias, merely a truth,” Reverie comments lightly before turning her head, and finding Ophiuchus already looking at her.

“Euryphaessa is the biggest city of Dusk. We have some smaller villages but most of the population is here.”

“Considering it seems to sprawl beyond where the eye can see I believe you,” Reverie says softly, eyes tracking how there are what looks like more quiet neighborhoods and more spaced out houses, by the outline of the city.

Another thing she hadn’t quite get used to, Fae senses, how overwhelming they can be sometimes.

“With the dome, my grandparents found it was a better outcome. We had the sea for resources, the countryside for crops and planting.” He explains. “They practically redid the whole city.”

“They sound like great rulers,” Reverie says quietly.

“Beloved too, very much so,” Ophiuchus comments with a bittersweet smile. “Both geniuses in their own way, they balanced each other almost perfectly.”

Reverie nods, eyes moving once again through the city, the wind blows again, and oddly it almost seems like a hug.

They silently watch for a while, she’s thoroughly enchanted by the view, even as a slight fog begins to appear and slowly the bustling sounds fall quieter. Slowly she begins to wonder if he’s bored, he probably has seen this view a thousand times over, it’s his city after all. Another realization follows, striking her like lightning. This is probably his bedroom… she feels her heart slowly picking up its pace. But she keeps her eyes on the city as she thinks.

Overthinks, if she’s being completely honest with herself.


Were those empty promises? What does he expect from her and how soon?

He’s a high lord, he probably wants children to keep his line. He’s also a male and well… technically he doesn’t owe her love. Mates even mates sometimes don’t hold love between them.

Does he have lovers? Ones he holds dear to his heart?

He’s way older than you, Reverie. Of course, he had lovers.

Had and has are different. One is one thing, the other is totally different. And-

She feels a hand being placed over hers, fingers brushing against her knuckles.

“What troubles you?” His voice is kind, as kind as it was when he first spoke to her. “You seem more lost in your head than watching for the last couple of minutes.”

“I-“ she mumbles, nervously, “forgive me.”

“I’m not reprimanding you, nor am I mad. Just wondering, you don’t have to share if you don’t wish to.” He says taking her hand in his now, his body fully turned towards her, arm keeping his weight by the railing of the balcony as he leans over it, his hand holding her hand.

“Um… this is your room,” she comments quietly, trying to keep her blush under her cheek, and feeling that she’s failing terribly.

“I- yes?” He asks with a small frown, “I figured it was better than having to walk the whole way up here. You seemed cold.”

Reverie can’t help but look surprised, “I was…”

“I’m missing something here.” He admits that he’s confused about what is troubling her.

“No. I just. I was human before…” She says quietly, “it wasn’t…I know we are mates but it wasn’t proper for me to be in a men- male room.”

“Are you uncomfortable?” Ophiuchus asks, tone more serious, “I will arrange you a room for yourself only, in a heartbeat if you are.”

“I- no,” Reverie mumbles quietly because she isn’t. She feels safe, even though she’s reluctant and half terrified if she’s honest. What she does know is that she doesn’t want to be away from him.

“Okay.” Ophiuchus says, “Then what troubles you?”

“Do you have any lovers?” Reverie splutters out before she lets her nerves get to her.

Ophiuchus's whole face changes into realization, and he looks at her, almost as if he can see her very soul.

Reverie nods is now stressing her lower lip with her teeth, worry heightening.

He doesn’t seem mad at least. He doesn’t seem angry.

Ophiuchus moves, and he’s standing to his full height, towering over her. He brings her hand to his lips, brushing against her knuckles.

“I do not,” Ophiuchus says, “I haven’t for a very long time now. Since I began dreaming of a female whose laughter sounded like pure joy and whose eyes looked like the early morning sun.”

Reverie feels her face burning, and it doesn’t help that Ophiuchus’ hands move to cup her face, delicately, almost as if she’s made of something precious.

“I mentioned it before non directly but… I’m a patient male, Reverie. We are to do this at your pace. We have long lives, immortality, and all. I’ve waited for you for sometime and I do not mind waiting until you’re comfortable. I want to know you thoroughly, any and everything you wish to share with me.”

Reverie nods at his words, she has no idea how to reply to that.

He gives her a small smile before he leans. Lips pressed against her forehead and Reverie’s lips parted and her eyes widened slightly.

“And if you’re not okay with sharing this room with me, I mean it. I don’t mind arranging one for you.”

Reverie shakes her head, “no… I- it’s okay. I’m just not used to sharing a bed with a male.”

Ophiuchus barely manages to hold back the pure male growl that threatens to leave him, her words delight him in a way. Part of him knows he had no claim over her, but the part of him, the more Feral Fae part, the one that the bond seems to have awakened into something even more possessive, is ever so delighted.

“Well, be well known I intend to be a gentleman,” Ophiuchus says, letting go of her face, “and the bed is huge. You don’t need to be near me if you don’t wish to.”

Reverie shakes her head slightly, “It’s okay,” I like being near you, she adds in her head.

Ophiuchus nods, that small smile appearing on his lips again, “I would offer you a tour of the court but I do believe it’s better done in the morning, after some rest. It has been a rather long day.”

Reverie nods, she woke up today in her bedroom in her sister’s house in Velaris at the Heart of the Night Court. Now she’s in her mate’s bedroom, at the not even known Dusk Court. A court he’s the High Lord of.

“Knowing Elia and Daphne, they probably have sent a plethora of clothes to my closet, until your things arrive and until we go into town tomorrow so you can buy whatever you wish,” Ophiuchus says.

“Oh there’s no need-“

“Yes, there is. The climate here is different than at night. And I don’t wish for you to simply spend your time in borrowed clothes that do not fit your taste.” Ophiuchus, tilts his head slightly, letting out a melodramatic sigh, “The girls would’ve my head, and so would my cousin. You cherish the moments you still have without knowing the nuisance.”

Reverie can’t help the slight giggle that leaves her.

“You laugh now, wait until you meet him, aggravating doesn’t even cover it.” Ophiuchus’ says, “but he’s family. And very much more like an older brother. He’ll be delighted to meet you.”

Reverie smiles at the words.

….

Taglist: @imma-too-many-fandoms @shadowcrowsworld

[hatredcurse]

uchihacollector​ || Orochimaru:

Orochimaru continued to sit in his kneel, one hand on the garment he had touched last. He wanted to speak, but his ability was far away. He throat was constricted. What are you doing to me?

But Orochimaru knew precisely what Sasuke had been doing to him, because Orochimaru had suffered through the volitile desire for quite some years now. And judging by the way Sasuke had touched him, Sasuke-kun knew too. 

Sasuke-kun knew what he was doing to his former teacher, and he knowingly had still touched Orochimaru’s hair. That touch had heralded an impossible future, and errupted a kaleidoscope of fantasies he didn’t want to think of right now. He didn’t want to linger in the make-believe. It wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy.

He swallowed thickly. He had to discredit this train of thought immediately, or he would go mad at the next stage. He tried: For all I know, that touch was a genjutsu. I didn’t see the red… but… that doesn’t say much. I’ve trained him to sometimes weave illusions without hands or eye contact.

He exhaled quietly, but it hardly lessened the relief. He tried to think of training, or normalcy, of being a teacher. He stood up from his kneel to step into a proper role. “No bath today. You’re running a fever.”

As he walked past Sasuke, his mind didn’t leave him alone. The image of Sasuke combing through his greasy hair appeared vividly in his mind’s eye.

He gritted his teeth. “We have the communal showers.”

He lead the way to the next room. The communal showers had twelve shower heads, six at each side. The tiles were white, and so was the light. Orochimaru lead the way to the second shower head, and he pressed the button.

“It will take a moment for the water to heat up. Then you can step under it,” Orochimaru said. His voice was still hoarse. He needed to get away -get a breather!- if only for a moment. “While I’m still dry, I want to grab towels, clothes, and products from the cabinet. Painkillers, too. I also have to power up some machines and computers. I will be right back. If you slip, you deserve the fall.” That was his way of saying, be careful.

Sasuke was sufficiently surprised at Orochimaru’s restraint. Perhaps, it was more appropriate to say that he was potentially underestimating him. There has been distance between them both by distance and time, that the Uchiha shouldn’t expect him to fold at the slightest nudge.

He took account of this observation, keeping in close for the moments to come. His eyes followed the man before him with renewed interest with curiosity if he should nudge him once more, but he feigned from such notions. Brute-forcing himself through reactions will only ruin the sweetness from interactions soon to come.

“Am I?” he held a hand up to his own forehead, back of his wrist pressing against the skin. He felt warm, but it was his natural state as a fire-affinity, so he could not feel the difference.

Truth or not, Sasuke tailed the snake in silence, viewing the showers on either side, “Take your time,” he muttered. No please take as all the time in the world so I can sit in silence. He thought to himself. 

Whenever the footfalls faded some other way, Sasuke was was quick to one of many showerheads. It wasn’t until he was completely alone did he become overwhelmingly aware of the sweat, grime, and blood clinging to him. The scent of rain clung to his hair combined with the slight nausea brewing from the fever, his senses were overloaded with all the wrong sensations. He could not turn on the water fast enough, not caring that it was cold, nor caring when it slowly boiled to a scalding hot. The skin may redden, but it was proof he was being cleansed from all unwanted impurities.

The heat would soon become unbearable and the little raven would lower the heat to something agreeable. A lukewarm that he can freely pour over his head and allow him to drift away into his thoughts. Water splashed freely around his feet with blossom pink trails draining into the middle, staining the pristine commune with his filth. 

Working, unsullied fingers combed through his hair, pushing it out of his face, so that the water could clean his Mangekyou tears and hopefully the purplish sunken crescents with it.

From an outside perspective, it likely looked more like he was torturing himself via waterboarding than he was enjoying a nice rinse. His body barely moved other than to scratch at the occasional open sore on his worse arm or shift the weight on his heels. Sasuke was seeking for feeling, after all, wherever he could get it. Pain or pleasure or both, he could settle for it. 

[withacapitalp]

Daisies

Read it on ao3 instead

Eddie was never a deep sleeper. Years of living in cars and on couches taught him to always have an ear out. Always be able to wake up in an instant, always be alert, ready to fight whoever might be coming at you. Living with Wayne helped to ease that compulsion a bit, but in general, Eddie was never truly fully relaxed when he slept. Everything that had happened over Spring Break hadn’t helped matters in the slightest. 

So he was awake the second Steve started to choke. 

He was so quick that Steve was still asleep, curled up on his side in the absolutely adorable way that usually made Eddie smile. There was no smile tonight, just an anxious little whimper and a boy frozen in fear, because his partner was choking on nothing and not waking up. 

“Steve?” Eddie whispered, reaching out with a shaking hand and touching Steve’s shoulder. “Baby?” 

Steve continued to gasp, his chest heaving in a strange and awful way as he tried and failed to breathe. Eddie was about to do something more, anything to make him stop, when Steve’s eyes opened. He was the picture of panic for all of two seconds, before he was sitting up, roughly coughing. 

He hacked out a few more harsh sounding noises, before he spat into his open palm, taking a relieved breath as whatever was lodged in his throat came out. Eddie would’ve been relieved too, confused, but okay now that Steve was safe. 

And then he saw what was in Steve’s hand. 

A daisy. Steve had just coughed up a fucking daisy. And, judging by the completely blasé expression he had on his face as he looked down at it, this wasn’t the first time. 

What the fuck?

Eddie had seen Hanahaki before, just once. Some girl in middle school had fallen in love with a dumb jock, a classic move that had felt like a cliche to him at the time. When the jerk rejected her in front of everyone, she had collapsed to her knees in the middle of the cafeteria, spitting out thorny roses till she passed out. 

She lived, but just barely, and had gotten the surgery to remove the roses wrapped around her lungs. By the next week she was happy as a clam, living without a single memory of the incident that had left the rest of the school in total shock. 

Seeing it now gave Eddie the same exact feelings he had all those years ago. A deep sense of discomfort from encroaching on something that incredibly intimate, an odd mix of revulsion and jealousy, and a deep seated wish to be anywhere but where he was at this moment. 

It was even worse now that it was Steve. 

His boyfriend slid out of bed, quietly padding over to the ensuite without even so much as a glance Eddie’s way, leaving behind the flower. Steve didn’t shut the door all the way, so Eddie could hear him cough a few more times. As he did, Eddie picked up the daisy, examining it. 

It was just a regular daisy, white as snow except for a few spots of blood sitting innocently on its petals. Nothing special about it, nothing significant. Apart from the fact that it was Steve’s daisy.  

Steve’s daisy for someone that wasn’t him. 

“Who?” Eddie asked when Steve came back into view looking utterly exhausted. His voice was flat, lacking any of the emotion he usually had. It was like someone had torn his heart out, and now he was just hollow, hollow, hollow. 

Steve hummed in confusion, quirking his head to the side as he leaned his entire body against the doorway, blinking slowly. 

“Who is it?” Eddie clarified, holding up the daisy. Any trace of sleepiness vanished from Steve’s features. He stood up painfully straight, even took a step back, like Eddie had screamed instead of whispered. 

“I’m not mad,” Eddie rushed to say, trying to calm Steve’s quiet panic. He wasn’t mad, his heart was just shattering, falling to pieces on the floor between them. Was that better? “I…I just want to know.” 

He didn’t just want to, he had to. He had to know who had stolen Steve’s heart, or if it had ever been his to claim in the first place. Had Steve had the daisies the entire time? Was he just humoring Eddie anytime he said he loved him? Eddie didn’t want to think that Steve had entered into their relationship out of pity, or some sense of obligation, but any and all confidence Eddie had previously had flew out the window the second that daisy had appeared. 

Were they from Nancy?

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Steve muttered, avoiding eye contact as he played with a loose thread on his pajama pants. 

He looked oddly vulnerable there, half dressed and making himself smaller than he was, hiding in the doorway instead of curling up in Eddie’s arms where he belonged. On any other night, Eddie would coax him to bed with promises and teasing little jabs that made him both laugh. 

But not tonight. Tonight there were daisies in the bathroom sink and one in Eddie’s hand ruining everything they had built. 

“I deserve to know when my own boyfriend is in love with someone else,” Eddie hissed, harsher than he meant to. There was a bitter taste in his mouth, and fuck, maybe he was mad. Not really at Steve, but at the world. The chaotic black universe that they lived in, whatever awful god lived out in the cosmos that had chosen to damn him specifically. 

Whatever deity existed that loved to give Eddie good things and snatch them away the second he got comfortable. 

“They aren’t- I’m not in love with someone else,” Steve protested weakly, still looking anywhere but at Eddie. 

Eddie scoffed, holding up the daisy between them, pinching it in between his thumb and forefinger like it was something exceptionally disgusting to hold. He had the rabid urge to tear the flower to shreds, destroy it before it could destroy everything they had. 

“It’s not like that,” Steve insisted stubbornly, finally looking up at Eddie with fiery eyes. He went to keep going but the determination disappeared and an odd expression overtook Steve’s features. He braced himself against the door frame, bringing one hand up to his mouth as another bout of coughing overtook him. 

Eddie watched Steve struggle, losing any of the merciless rage that had been rushing through his veins as he watched the love of his life attempt to take a breath. When Steve slid slowly to the floor, Eddie was there, kneeling beside him with a soft hand on his shoulder. 

“What can I do? Do you need me to call someone? You need a hospital, don’t you? This is serious, and you can’t breathe. Should I start doing CPR or the Heimlich or-” Eddie cut himself off with a jolt, biting his tongue to stop any more panicked rambles from escaping. 

He was spending way too much time around Robin. 

Steve shook his head, still coughing. Two more daisies tumbled out into his hand before he dragged a long breath in, letting his head tip back and hit against the jamb. 

“I took my meds,” Steve whispered, his voice ragged and painful sounding, “It’ll clear up. I just have to get out any ones that actually sprouted. It’s not dangerous, it just hurts.”

He said it so plainly, in such a Steve way. Like it didn’t matter at all that it hurt, or that it seemed pretty goddamn scary to choke on daisies on the regular. 

Despite everything that was happening, Eddie let out a soft little incredulous laugh, reaching over and kissing Steve’s forehead. It was probably a strange thing to do, all things considered, but Steve was smiling now, giving Eddie a starry eyed look that made it all inexplicably feel okay. 

“How long have you- why not just get the surgery?” Eddie asked, reaching out and grabbing the hand that wasn’t currently full of daisy blossoms, “It’s way safer-“

“No,” Steve said, soft, but firm. He carefully placed the blooms down next to them, toying with the petals before squeezing Eddie’s fingers and rubbing the column of his throat, his eyes far far away. “I won’t.”

Won’t. Not can’t. Steve would not do it, which meant whoever they were for mattered to him. Hanahaki surgery was one hundred percent- not only did it get rid of the flowers, but the emotions that had caused them in the first place. You never remembered the person who had made them grow. 

Eddie quickly ran through their friends, all of the people in Steve’s life. He could only think of one person who Steve could be in love with, one person who didn’t love him back. At least, not the way Steve probably wanted her to. 

“Nancy,” Eddie stated rather than asked, already knowing the answer. Steve still loving Nancy wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Nancy had made it clear that she didn’t love Steve like that, and they had both moved on. Maybe Steve could still love Eddie part of the way like this, maybe that could be enough. Having a bit of Steve’s heart was better than none at all. 

But Steve shook his head, still fiddling with the petals of his daisies. 

“I told you, it’s not like that,” Steve whispered, looking utterly miserable. He coughed half-heartedly, but no flowers emerged. When Steve was done he sighed, closing his eyes and worrying his lip the way he always did when he was trying to keep his emotions steady. 

Eddie was missing something. Something obvious. It should have been a big glaring neon sign right in front of him with the most basic answer in the world. But try as he might, he still couldn’t see who the daisies would be for if not Nancy. 

Who else could Steve love that didn’t love him back? 

He should stop asking. This wasn’t the time. His boyfriend was in pain in every way, and Steve didn’t need to be interrogated. They had all the time in the world, Eddie needed to just drop it. Steve would tell him, eventually. He always did. Getting secrets from Steve took a long time, but he always gave in at some point. Eddie just had to be patient, and kind, and everything Steve was so good at. 

“Then what’s it like?” Eddie asked anyway, his curiosity overtaking the selfless part of him that was cursing his own name. 

Steve contemplated his answer for a long time, spitting up another daisy before he finally began to speak. 

“When I was in third grade, our teacher had us raise caterpillars into butterflies to teach us about life cycles. Did you ever do that?”

“No,” Eddie immediately replied, confused and slightly irritated by the sudden change of path. What did butterflies have to do with Steve’s love life? 

“We should do it together. It was fun,” Steve said, a wistful little smile on his face as he stared out in the distance, “Everyone got their own glass jar with twigs and leaves and all that, and one little green caterpillar. We could name them whatever we wanted, and Miss Katie would put their name on the jar so we would know who’s was who’s. I named mine Beatrix after the woman who wrote my favorite story.” 

None of this mattered. Was Steve trying to distract him? It wasn’t usually the way he did things, but Eddie had also never expected he was hiding something like this. 

“Wh-“

“Eventually she became a butterfly,” Steve continued, steamrolling past Eddie’s attempt at asking what the hell was going on. He was speaking, and he wouldn’t let himself be interrupted. Eddie settled back, trying to hide how annoyed he was. 

“Beatrix was a monarch. She was so pretty, Eddie, I wanted to keep her forever. But Miss Katie said we had to let them go, or they would die. So we all brought our jars home, to let them free with our parents.” Steve was forced to stop here, another vicious round of choking producing three daisies, all bloodied. He placed them in a row with the other three, all six staring up accusingly at Eddie, like he was the reason they had appeared. 

But he wasn’t. That was the whole problem. 

“I knew exactly what I was going to do. There was this patch of daisies at the end of our garden. My mom had planted them when she and my dad first got married, and they were her favorite flowers. I thought she would like to let Beatrix live there, so we could see her till she flew away.” Steve explained. 

Eddie had seen the daisies before. The garden itself was mostly gone by now, just empty plots of dirt with chicken wire around them, but the daisies were still there. They had lasted almost till November, pretty drops of white that stubbornly bloomed for as long as they could. 

They looked just like the flowers Steve was coughing up. 

A dark pit started to form in Eddie’s stomach as he took in the implications, the dots beginning to form a macabre picture that made him wish he had listened to his better instincts before. He shouldn’t have asked, he shouldn’t have pressed, Steve should have told him this story when he was ready. 

But…maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Maybe Steve would have carried this alone forever. 

“When I got home my parents were already gone. They had something they had to do, I can’t even remember what it was. The sitter was supposed to get there in an hour, but I was by myself. Just me and my butterfly,” Steve cut himself off with a single laugh that sounded more like a gasped out sob, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is so stupid.”

“No,” Eddie said firmly, holding Steve’s hand in a death grip, reaching out and taking the other one too just for good measure, pulling it away from his face so he couldn’t hurt himself, “it isn’t.” 

Steve gave him a millisecond long smile, instantly going back to the somber mask he was wearing before. 

“I wasn’t supposed to play outside if my parents weren’t home, but why should I listen? They weren’t here. They left again. My mom left again. She never used to leave before that year, but it felt like all she did was leave then. I went outside and over to the daisies, and I sat in front of them, just… just wanting my mama. Wanting her to come back, wanting her here with me, wanting her to love the daisies again like she used to,” Steve said, ducking his head down and lowering his voice till it was almost nothing. 

They both knew he didn’t just mean the daisies, but neither mentioned it. 

“I can still remember it, the first one. I thought I just had to cry, but couldn’t for some reason. Then I realized I already was crying, and there was still that feeling. The one you get when your throat closes, and you can’t breathe because there’s something blocking it up,” Steve untangled from Eddie, reaching up to his throat again. 

Eddie had seen him do it a thousand times. He had thought it was related to the bats, some phantom feeling of a tail still wrapped around his neck trying to strangle him. Even given a million years, Eddie never would have gotten to the truth. 

“I coughed up a flower. A daisy. It looked just like the ones right in front of me. I thought I was dreaming, but then I couldn’t stop coughing. I woke up by myself in the hospital,” Steve said, finishing his story with a whisper and a bitter little smile. 

“Steve,” Eddie breathed, trailing off. He had no idea what to say, how to try and help. He needed to help, needed to do something, but what could Eddie do in the face of over a decade of knowing his love for his mother was unrequited? 

“I love you,” Steve said, still reassuring Eddie, because that was who he was. He cared about everyone so much more than he cared about himself, even when they didn’t deserve it. “These don’t- they’re-“

“I understand,” Eddie replied, cutting Steve off as he reached over and pulled his boyfriend into his arms. Steve went easily, tucking himself against Eddie’s chest as he shook with another round of coughs. “Well I don’t know if I could ever understand, but I love you, and I’m here.” 

The coughs subsided, but Steve’s shoulders continued to shake. Eddie hugged him impossibly closer, laying his cheek on the top of Steve’s head and closing his eyes to block out the image of the daisies. 

“I love you. I love you, and I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere Alphabet: Sano “Mikey” Manjiro

So, he was requested several times, and I finally finished him. Go me! With Univerity back in full swing, and several exams, as well as a seminar paper looming over me, I will simply be glad for every word, that will be written. Though, without furthere ado, here he is!

Sano Manjiro/Mikey

A childish personality, that covers up the worst, that goes around in his mind. He is double-faced, not in the worst way, but still in a way, that could become quite dangerous to you. Every word he says, you need to think over twice, as you can never know, when he is actually telling you the truth or just dishing up another lie.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He clings to you, shadows your every step, as he slowly eats up every last second of free time you have. Even if you don´t have time for him, he will always find a way to you, regardless. Sitting quietly next to you one second, and nearly chattering the whole time the next. Dragging you around town nearly the whole day, only to have you in a death grip at night. Holding you tight. And tighter still.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He isn´t afraid to get into a fight over you. Especially, considering who he is, and what his reputation is in the first place. There aren´t many things, that he takes care of while fighting either. He only watches out for one thing, that you will never see him loose it, like he usually does. When he knows, that rage starts to bubble up inside of him, he makes sure to shepherd you away first, before pouncing on the other person. And then, nothing will stop him.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

While he doesn´t seem to understand the reason you´re making such a fuss at the moment, he doesn´t really get angry at you. Instead, he will start to coo over you, honestly trying to soothe your nerves, when he pulls you closer and rocks from side to side with you, even though it feel definitely mocking to you. He is delusional in a sense, that he honestly doesn´t understand your reactions, even though it should be quite obvious. From his perspective, there was never an abduction, as you simply moved in with him.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

He will keep things from his darling, not usually with a malicious intention, but rather because of the deep want to keep his darling safe. With most of the time, only halt the information available or the truth distorted through his views, his darlings choices are never quite what one would call informed. He also never quite seems to understand the concept of personal space, no matter how often you try to explain it to him. As soon, as you stop, he will cross your boundaries once more.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

His darling is the only one, he doesn´t hide his tears from. He goes to them, if something is on his mind, and there is this heavy feeling in his chest. He is quite open with you, not afraid to be ridiculed for all the weak spots he usually does his best to hide from everyone all the time. With you, the mask of being invincible truly falls away, as he lays his whole heart bare for you to see. He gives himself freely and wholly away to his darling, and he expects the same from you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

What are you doing? Hey! Stop it! That isn´t funny any more! C´mon, stop it already! He can´t understand why you´re doing this all of the sudden. From his perspective, there is no reason for you to suddenly act like this, so could you please cut it out already. It hurts him, to see his darling act in such a way, as if they didn´t want him to be close to them. It breaks his heart, and slowly chips away at his already fragile psyche even more.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He already can´t understand, why you are trying to fight back against them, this also leads into the conclusion, that he simply doesn´t understand why you´re avoiding him all of the sudden. He only starts to catch glimpses of you, before you vanish around the next corner. Over and over again. Just another glimpse, before you´re gone again. This, is one of the many small things, that will drive him to the edge, that will make him snap sooner or later.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

Overbearing and overprotective are words, that describe the way Mikey acts quite well, when it comes to you. He cuddles to close to you, and always seems to hang over you or to touch you whenever the two of you are in the same space. Though, the worst thing, for you, would be seeing him clearly splattered in blood, it slowly soaking into the collar of his shirt, but he is still acting like nothing happened. And when you ask, he will simply brush it off, before nuzzling closer to you again.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

In the future he wants his darling all for himself. He doesn´t want a family or anything like that, he just wants you to love him as he does love you. And of that future he is absolutely sure. He knows, that it will take quite a long time, before he gets what he wants, but he also confident, that the wait will be worth it in the end. And with that optimistic and hopeful look towards the future, he goes forward, burdening himself over and over again to achieve a happy future, where he can protect the ones he loves.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He does get jealous, though he tends to never fault his darling for anything, even if they would be blatantly flirting with someone, the other person would still be at fault for this "incident". Mikey tries to whisk his darling away from the situation as quickly as he can, before he deals with the culprit behind it all. It will be violent, bloody, and above it all, it will be messy as well. He isn´t satisfied, till the other lays as a bloody, whimpering mess on the floor. Only then, he will come back to his darling.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Most of the time, he has the attitude of a petulant child around his darling. Clingy and whining, whenever his darling tries to remove themself from the situation. He will pout and act like a brat. Sometimes, pouncing on you to make you stay for just a moment longer. Around you, he always tends to be more emotional, and all the masks seem to fall a_ways, very much to the chagrin of everyone else, that now also has to deal with this more childish side of Mikey.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

The first thing he tries to win you over, is to show off to you. Stupid stunts, that are wholly unnecessary, then trying to take things away from you to carry them along for you. When this doesn´t seem to word he turns to the idea to woo you with food. He will start to share his snacks with you, as he tries to stay physically close to you. Though, there is one thing, that he never tries. Because even though he boasts with his knowledge on fighting, it´s always only in the theoretical sense, as he never openly fights in front of you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He is a bit colder and ruthless, than he presents himself to his darling. At the same time, he is a lot more emotional and invested, than others would know. He never really shows one person his true colours. The people around him, will always only know another side of him, as his mind slowly splinters apart, pulling him into different directions, as he tries to hold on to life. He is pessimistic and optimistic, selfish and yet willing to throw his life away for his loved ones. Mikey, is constantly overwhelmed, while being so terribly underwhelmed. No one does know him completely, as he himself doesn´t know himself either.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Even if your action might hurt him, he never truly retaliates in the same manner. Never hurts you like you hurt him, over and over again. In the end, no matter what you do, he will never punish you. At least directly. His anger though he will take out on other people, that had nothing to do with anything. And if his ire, ever turns towards the people you have held dear for so long, it´s not to punish you. But at this point, watching your friends turn away from you, you can´t quite help yourself but believe that this was intentional.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

The right for privacy basically vanishes from the darling as soon, as any Yandere sets sight on their darling. With Mikey, it´s no different. He wants to know everything about you, and what you are doing at any given time. He has the unfortunate habit of finding you where ever you go, and at this point you can´t claim any more, that these are just coincidences any more. Though, he would never follow you around, would he? Well, he would.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Normally Mikey isn´t a very patient person. When he wants something, he usually tries to get it as soon as he can, even when it would have been easier to acquire it at a later point in time. Though, something is different with his darling. He will wait, patiently but not quietly for you to finally be just as infatuated with him, as he is with you. And he knows it will be worth it. He just knows. No need to be hasty.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

A part of Mikey would always cling to the love he lost. He would emulate either, a few of the mannerisms he picked up from his darling, or keep a their favourite clothes to him, wearing them repeatedly, no matter what it is. On some days, he would be looking in the mirror, contemplating, if he should start to style his hair different, or if the colour is truly the right one for him. Your image lays over his mind constantly, as he goes on with life.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Mikey has so deeply fallen into his delusions, where everything is fine, that he doesn´t even realize the severity of most of the things he is doing. That it also the reason, why he doesn´t have a problem with kidnapping you, or even feels regretful about it, simply because in his mind what he did, didn´t even register as a kidnapping. It´s hard to feel guilty about something, while being unaware to have done it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

The early loss of both his parents, the loss of his brother through two of his best friends? The many unresolved problems going around his head? The neglect of the last adult in his family? There are many things, that could be root of his problems with how he perceives reality, especially when it comes to you. Though, there is nothing really, that you can pick out to be the direct cause. Maybe it was all of these things piling up over the years.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

When it comes to his darling Mikey tends to be very soft on them, and so seeing them screaming themself hoarse, and crying till they can only hiccup. It hurts him. It hurts him so badly. He isn´t even sure, why his darling is in so much pain. He knows, that there has to be something that he could do, but he can´t figure out, what that even could be. He is clueless, and you keep crying, and his heart keeps breaking, further and further.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Mikey never really poses a danger to you, no matter how deranged he actually gets, or how much his mind fractures under all the stress he is put under. He truly loves you, and wants a good future for the two of you. He wouldn´t settle for a coerced relationship, even if his delusions make it hard for him to actually decipher what is real, and what is just his mind. In the end, the thing that makes him different is, that he truly cares.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He wants a future, that is good for both of you. Not one, where he is the only one that is happy. While his delusions will make it harder on you, there is one way for him to let you go. You have to convince him, that a future, where the two of you are together will leave both of you in shambles, with no one happy. It´s likely, when your words finally get through to him, he will let go. For your sake.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

If he ever hurts his darling, it would be an accident. He would recoil from the pain, he sees blossoming on your face. He usually feels like sometimes he is nothing more than a monster, but the feeling was never stronger than it had been in this moment. Mikey doesn´t want to hurt you, but still he did. For a moment, everything is still, as he still tries to decide, if he should move forward to apologize and reassure that it never happens again while he comforts you, or if he should do it while giving you space. In the end, you will have to be the one, that decides, while he swears to himself to never let this happen again.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Mikey loves his darling above it all. And though, it comes close to worship, it isn´t quite the same. He still sees them as a person, doesn´t put them on a pedestal. What makes him so possessive of them, is that he simply sees a chance in them to be loved, from someone he loves as well. He adores the way, his darling behave, and he never minds spending time around them or doing small favours for them. No, he doesn´t revere his darling, he simply loves them.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Sometimes, even when they have been already together for years, Mikey will feel, like he started to pine once more for you. Even, when he knows, that you´ll love him, like does. Sometimes he can´t help himself, but for the slight sighs and gasps, that come from him, as he remembers you once more. He will pine after you for the rest of his life, and he knows this already. When he snaps, this won´t have any part of it.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

While he never wanted to intentionally break your mind into the same fractures, that his own resembles, he ultimately shatters it regardless. Stockholm Syndrome is a silent killer, as it slowly eats up who you were, and starts to change your behaviours, and worst of all, the both you don´t even realize it. He breaks his darling, with his unwavering affection and kindness. With his willingness to let everything fall to the side, to immediately run to them.

[hopelesswrites]

Midnight - Joseph Quinn pt. 3

Joe makes promises to you to make things right. 

18+ MDNI, smut!!!!

(I really wanted to give you a happy ending but their relationship is still a little rocky, so I give more Joe being a dickhead. Can they fix things now? idk lmao.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

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The next couple days were spent laying in bed curing your hangover. To be fair, the first day was because of your hangover, but the other two days of sulking were purely because of Joe. All you wanted was a call, a text, a knock at your door but as the days go on your confidence in that diminishes. He’s gone, swooped up by Hollywood and pretty models and out of your life.

Come Thursday you decide you can’t keep brooding away, you have to shake it off and go to work. So for the rest of the week you busy yourself with work, staying back and doing overtime just so you don’t have to think about Joe. Your boss also said you had a lot to catch up on, so that kept you occupied.

Friday evening came by quickly and you were finishing up your extended day at work, ready to head home. You were scared to go home, knowing the weekend would bring two more days of staying in bed feeling sad and sorry for yourself. Part of you was ready to welcome those feelings back, the more productive part desperately wanted it to be over, that you’d wake up tomorrow morning feeling great, maybe go for a run, visit the local bakery for a proper substantial breakfast for once this week, no thought of Joe crossing your mind.

As you made your way home you kept your mind on that bakery. How good it would feel to get out of the house. How much you need to go for that run, let the cold morning air hit your face, maybe knock some damn sense into you. Joe was in the deep depths of your mind now, no longer causing a tight feeling in your chest like he had for the first half of the week.

Your flatmate was at the front door when you arrived home, she looked anxious as she paced back and forth across the small front patio.

“Thank god you’re here” She sighed once you came into view.

“I tried to tell him to fuck off but he was so persistent, barged his way in”

Your stomach sank, you didn’t need any more information, it was him. You really didn’t want to face him, the reality of it hitting you finally. He was going to end all communication, completely reject you and leave you alone forever. You didn’t want that.

Walking through the hall and to your bedroom, you see him sitting on your bed through the crack in the door. His head snaps up at the sound of your door opening, a stunned look plastered on his face.

“Hi” He said quietly, watching as you dropped your bag down and stood by the door, keeping your distance.

“I didn’t know your work schedule so I waited” He tried again, but you didn’t know what to say. Part of you didn’t want to start talking at all, getting closer to the end tugged at your heart.

“I want to apologise” He sighed, getting up and slowly inching closer, he had a way of manipulating you so subtly, getting what he wanted without you noticing until its too late. It infuriated you, made you hate him so much, hate how much you loved him regardless.

“Go on then” You answered, eyes trained to the floor, Joes eye contact was too strong.

“I shouldn’t have acted the way I did the other night, I care about you and was so worried, I didn’t think about how cruel I had been”.

You watched Joes feet shuffle, his ugly shoes making you frown, you distinctly remember telling him not to buy them.

“I also want to apologise for the way I’ve treated you over the past year, it’s not been fair on you and I cant keep stringing you along”

‘Here we go’ you think.

“Things are different in my life, and I don’t want to lose you, I want you in my life, but that means things have to change a bit”.

You looked up after hearing his last line, falling into the depths of his sad sorrowful eyes. He had you, you were trapped, it made you feel sick.

Joe reached out and grasped your hand in his, tugging you closer forcing you to look up at him.

“Let me do things right, let me take you out, I’ve got a premiere to go to tomorrow night, I want you with me.”

You didn’t give it a second thought, head nodding viscously, agreeing to whatever Joe wanted from you. The spell he had cast on you was in no time lifting, you could feel that.

-

The next evening you were dressing up in your best dress, most uncomfortable heels, hair and face all done up. You were simply excited, happy to finally feel like you were a part of Joes new life. There was no time to feel silly, or manipulated, what could go wrong?

Joe arrived to pick you up, dressed in all black. Not too dissimilar to the getup he had on a few months ago when he came to visit you. He was hot, you thought, there was no way you’d be getting through the night with him looking like that. He took your hand, gave it a reassuring squeeze before guiding you down to the car waiting, he had a god damn private driver. You ignored the feeling that gave you, the feeling of not belonging, because you were with Joe, you belonged with him.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Joe whispered in your ear as you got out of the car, arriving at the venue.

“A few times. Can’t go wrong with a couple more though” You replied, eyeing off the crowd in front of you. People were arriving in all sorts of fancy cars, dressed in stunning gowns and suits. Security guided guests around, into the building, off to the side where you noticed a red carpet, this was an official thing, still that feeling of not belonging got pushed to the side, Joe had you close, you belonged.

His arm snaked around your waist firmly, another reassuring squeeze as you were both guided off to the side, the red carpet.

“I’m going to take a few photos, bosses orders, why don’t you wait for me down the end?” Joe said, removing his grip on you and motioning down behind the carpet, out of camera view. You agreed, making your way down the path where you noticed a group huddled by the door at the other end, you concluded this was where managers and escorts waited, unfamous guests.

You struggled to ignore the anxiety you began to feel without Joe by your side, you didn’t belong here anymore, this wasn’t your crowd and you just needed him back beside you, holding you tight to get you through this whole night.

It wasn’t long before you saw the man make his way off the carpet and back to you, he offered you a small smile, and took your hand in his again. You tried to ignore the lack of a squeeze this time, but it ate at the insecurity you felt inside.

Inside the building people chatted and drank, waiting for the theatre to open up. Joe was quick to grab two drinks for the both of you and manoeuvre his way through the crowd until he was stopped. A tall woman tapped his shoulder, greeting him like old friends. You watched as they laughed and chatted, you beside Joe, your hand he once held forgotten. More people approached him, more greetings, not one towards you. You did not belong here.

When the theatre doors opened Joes hand lay flat on the small of your back guiding you in, no longer wrapped around you like before. His dismissal of you hurt, it felt worse than any ignoring he had been doing previously, you were finally in his world and you were still invisible.

The screening was painful to sit through. Joes fingers fiddled with the fabric of your dress cascading over your thigh until the end credits played. Before anyone got up Joe was whisking you away and out of the theatre into the lobby, his hand now grasping your wrist rather than your hand.

“What’s wrong?” You asked watching as he looked around, he looked frantic.

“Here” He replied pulling you towards a bathroom, locking the door after you had entered.

Without explanation you were slammed against the door, Joes mouth falling to your neck in quick harsh sucks and bites, he was ravenous.

“Joe what is-“

His lips came up quick, swallowing your sentence in a kiss, his teeth scrapping over your lip as he pulled away and resumed his assault to your throat.

“Been dying to have you all night Baby” Joe mumbled against your skin, his hands roaming over your backside, bunching the dress up and slotting a clothed leg between yours.

The pressure elicited a content sigh from you, Joes grip now firmly on your hips, guiding you to grind on his leg. The pleasure forced all rationality out of your brain as you submitted to the man you loved.

“You’ll have to be quiet for me, okay?” Joe groaned as he twisted you around so your chest was against the tile, ass out.

You listened for the sound of his belt buckle, but it never came. Instead, you got a harsh slap to the ass followed by Joes quick fingers rubbing you through your panties. You fought off a loud moan as electricity shot through your body. Joe pressed up against you, his lips finding purchase on the sensitive skin behind your ear, his hot breathe creating goosebumps over your skin. His fingers stopped their movement to pull his own pants down, the feeling of his skin against yours almost sending you over the edge. It felt pathetic, to be so affected by him, to need him as much as you did.

Joe rubbed himself against your entrance testing the waters by pushing in a little and pulled out. You eagerly waited for what you were craving so much, to feel him completely, but it never came.

“Lets get these off yeah?” Joe mumbled, tapping your foot with his own before leaning down and gentle pulling your heels off your feet. The relief was almost as good as the sex itself, but with your height difference from the lack of shoes Joe was quick to resume his movements, slipping in effortlessly, his hand snaking around your face, covering your mouth before he began thrusting. The pleasure was overbearing, Joes small grunts in your ear sending shockwaves through your body. You couldn’t see him but you knew the blissed out look on his face, could picture it, and it got you through to your own orgasm, legs quivering as the coil snapped and you let yourself go all too quickly.

Joes movements became sloppy and you knew he was close.

“Let me” You whispered, turning around and dropping to your knees, swatting his hand away pumping him a couple times, tongue out ready to catch his load.

“Fuckfuckfuck” A string of curses left his swollen lips as he released above you. You took everything he gave you, quite happily as embarrassing as it was, and watched him come back to above you. His chest rising and falling, a small trickle of sweat sliding down his temple, his eyes screwed shut still. You wanted him to look down at you, smile at you, give you anything but he stood back, tucking himself back into his pants, head thrown back as he let out a shaky sigh.

Your heart sank, even in such an intimate moment he was ignoring you.

“That’s it huh?” You frowned, gaining his attention again.

Joe looked at you confused, “Didn’t you come? I thought-“

You cut him off with a laugh, “You just don’t get it!” You raised your voice as you stood up, slipping your shoes back on. “Or you do get it and just don’t care” That was what worried you the most, being nothing to Joe and him being actively aware of it. Actively making you aware of it.

“I come out here with you, surround myself in an environment I’m not comfortable in to make YOU happy, and you blow a load in the bathroom like we’re goddamn teenagers.”

Joe stuttered out useless apologies, but you couldn’t care to listen to them.

“I’m going to go now, don’t follow me, I’m serious” You spoke sternly, watching him carefully, worried he might reach out, touch you and break you down again. “And don’t contact me, I think we’re done”.

[p0pstars]

HUNGRY FOR YOU

— SUMMARY

It’s Valentine’s Day morning and Harry surprises you with breakfast in bed although he’s hungry for something else entirely

A/N: My first Harry Styles x Reader smut! I hope you enjoy, this is some, hot sexy lovemaking on Valentine’s Day morning, could it get any better then that? Minors dni x

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Harry woke to the feel of the warm sunlight, streaming in through the bedroom curtains, hitting his skin. You were curled up next to him, still sleeping deeply making a small smile play on his lips as he took in the sight of you. You were gorgeous, and Harry thanked his lucky stars every second of the day for blessing you into his hectic life.

With it being Valentine's Day morning, Harry wanted to surprise you, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your hair, being mindful of not waking you up and quickly got out of bed.

Quietly, he tried putting on some pyjama bottoms over his boxers, wincing when he tripped over his shoes, nearly falling. As he managed to stop stumbling over the discarded clothes from last night on the floor, he thought about what he could do. Finally settling on making you a romantic breakfast before showing you just how much he loves you with his hands, tongue and cock.

Once he freshened up slightly, Harry made his way to the kitchen, quickly grabbing some cookware and ingredients so that he could begin making pancakes for you. He mixed up the batter, pouring it into the pan in not so perfect heart shapes, chuckling to himself at how unlike a heart they actually look. Once he stacks the pancakes on a plate, he slowly moves to wash and slice some strawberries into hearts and places them on top of the pancakes, somewhat aesthetically. He finally drizzles syrup on the pancakes and pours you orange juice before putting the plate and glass on a tray to take up to you.

Harry was surprised he managed to carry the tray upstairs and into your shared bedroom without spilling any orange juice despite having a few tumbles here and there, after all, he was clumsy af which you made a lot of jokes about. He slowly walks to the bed, placing the tray on the bedside table and kissing you awake softly, you stirred under his touch and your eyes slowly fluttered open.

You smiled as he came into view, remembering the night you had just shared.

"Hey, you,” you say, voice a bit groggy making Harry chuckle.

"Good morning, darlin’" he replied with a smile as you yawned and stretched before noticing the tray.

"Babe, what’s all this?” You ask, Harry bringing the tray closer to you before leaning into your side to press a kiss on your temple.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love. To start the day, I made you breakfast” Harry smiles as you softly giggle, hugging into his side and laying a kiss to his sturdy chest whilst also keeping a hold of the tray so that it doesn’t fall.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby! I love you. This is perfect, look at the heart-shaped strawberries” you smile, taking a strawberry and quickly popping it into your mouth making Harry chuckle, you could feel the rumble in his chest and it makes you smile.

“Hey, the pancakes are heart-shaped as well, although they don’t look it…I swear, it’s so hard making heart-shaped pancakes” Harry rambles and you cut him off with a kiss to his lips.

“They’re perfect Harry, I love them”

“And I love you” he says, looking into your eyes before pressing a kiss to your lips, not minding that you hadn’t brushed your teeth just yet.

“I’m hungry” he says against you making you giggle.

“You can share this with me” you reply nonchalantly, motioning to the breakfast that was on your bed, your foreheads were still pressed against each other from when you were kissing.

“Not that kind of hungry. I’m hungry for you, y/n” he softly chuckles making you moan at his words. In that sense, you were extremely hungry as well, wanting nothing more than to jump his bones just as how you did last night. Harry looked exceptionally good today, his curls looking a perfect brown colour underneath the sunlight and his eyes basically glowing from how much adoration he had for you.

“I want to have you, y/n” he whispers into your ear seductively, his warm breath tickling your skin making your eyes flutter shut. Harry slowly lifts the breakfast tray and sits it on top of the bedside table again. He was going feral looking at you, especially knowing you were nude beneath the covers.

You quickly positioned yourself onto your back as Harry crawled back onto the bed, slowly climbing on top of you. His finger comes to lift your chin so that he could draw you into a deep kiss. He could taste the strawberries on your tongue as his entangled with it. Your hands ran up and down Harry’s bareback as you kissed.

He brushed your hair away whilst his lips moved down your neck, you sighed against him as he pulled back the sheets to reveal your bare breasts. His hands caressed them first, followed by his mouth, probing and nibbling at them. You threw your head back in pleasure and laced your fingers around the back of his head, into his hair. You loved the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive breasts; you could feel his touch jolt all the way to your core.

His fingers travelled lower, parting your thighs and slipping between her folds. "Oh..." you breathed, squirming against his touch as he toyed with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Harry watched your face for your reactions to see how you wanted to be touched. He stroked a particularly sensitive spot and your hips lifted off the bed, eagerly seeking his hand. Staying in that spot with one hand, he used the other to slide one, then two fingers inside of you.

"Harry..." your eyes were shut as you bucked against his hands. Harry nuzzled against your breasts again as you rocked underneath him. He could feel you tightening around his fingers, and you suddenly lost all control, climaxing with his name on your lips. When you came down, he slowly removed his hands and slid them up to settle on your hips. to settle on her hips.

"What do you want?"

"You." You say still catching your breath. "On your back."

"I can manage that." Harry grinned, rolling over to the other side of the bed on his back after licking his fingers clean and taking off his pyjama bottoms. His heart pounded faster at the thought of seeing you in control. It was his favourite thing ever in bed.

You wasted no time straddling Harry’s hips, framing his face with your hands, your thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks as you went in for a hungry kiss. Your hands slid down his body to meet his, and you laced your hands together.

With a lift of his hips, Harry used his free hand to guide himself to your entrance, slowly sliding in making you gasp as you sunk down until he was fully inside of you.

You moved up and down slowly on top of him, quicking your pace as Harry moved his hands to your hips to help keep you steady and to thrust back against you. His lips went to your breasts as they gently tugged and teased your nipple.

The once quiet room was now filled with the sounds of your lovemaking, your moans and whispers of sweet nothings blending together. Harry tried to hold back for as long as possible, but you felt too warm, too perfect, and looked too gorgeous as you rode him into your mattress. His fingers press down hard against your skin as his hips still against you, his cock twitching inside of you and his balls clenching, Harry groaned his release inside of you.

Thankfully, the feeling of Harry twitching inside your tight walls was enough to send you over the edge, and you called out his name as you followed him into a powerful climax.

You collapsed against Harry’s chest. He ran his hands up and down your bareback lovingly, still in disbelief that he had the woman of his dreams in his arms. He kissed into your hair, breathing still a bit ragged as he came down from his high.

"How about breakfast now?" You asked, panting slightly on top of him making your lover chuckle.

"Did you work up an appetite?" Harry smirked, his fingers still drawing patterns on the small of your back.

"That dick appointment definitely gave me an appetite" You reply, softly kissing his lips so ready for your Valentine’s Day with him.

“Is that all I am? A dick appointment?” Harry questions, raising one of his eyebrows at you, fully knowing you were obviously joking.

“Of course not, you’re my sugar daddy as well of course” you reply, rolling your eyes making Harry laugh and pull you in for another kiss.

“I fuckin love you”

“I fucking love you too”

[hellcatrising]

I finished the ikemen vampire love potion event and I was upset because I didn't get what I wanted. So, I made it myself.

18+ only

Under the cut because it's long.

Leonardo x y/n x Comte smutty threesome goodness

Female MC

It was aggravating really. The dress Comte had sent up to the room was extravagant and no doubt expensive, but y/n just couldn't seem to get the ribbon in the back tight enough. After moments of trying, she gave a sigh and sat down on the stool in the spacious closet.

She stiffened though at the feeling of cool hands, brushing against the bare skin of her back. "I couldn't help but watch my Cara Mia struggle." Leonardo's voice filled the silence as his lips brushed against her shoulders lightly, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Leo...when did you come in?" She asked, not realizing she hadn't even sensed his presence. Leonardo just gave her a small chuckle. "Not long. I was just passing by and noticed the door was open. It's almost like my little Cara Mia was trying to get caught." He gave her a naughty grin, earning a deep blush from y/n.

"I'd have more fun taking it off..." he continued, pulling the silky red ribbon out of the loops as he pressed himself against her back. He leaned over, licking at her skin as he teased her. He couldn't help but grin when she stifled the moans coming from her lips.

"I had no idea you had such a sensitive back." He started, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"And just who is it being so naughty to ma cherie?"

Another voice stepped into the room, y/n's cheeks turning an even darker shade of red. Leonardo's grin faded slightly as his eyes pulled over to Comte.

"Who said you could interrupt?" He asked lasily before Comte just grinned.

"Normally I would just watch quietly from the shadows, but I'm finding it hard to show self restraint when I hear those little moans coming from outside." Comte's eyes flashed over to y/n and Leonardo's lips then pulled into a grin as the two exchanged glances.

His hands found her waist again, as Comte stepped around, pulling her gaze to his with his finger. "Can't you make her do it again?" He asked, looking into y/n's eyes. He stood only inches away, watching as Leonardo moved down to her neck, placing soft kisses.

Her eyes fluttered, trying her best to keep in the small moan that slipped as Comte exhaled in the pleasure of the sound. "This is -"

She was cut off when Comte closed the gap, his lips meeting hers as he licked over own. As he did Leonardo worked quickly to untie the rest of the ribbon, letting the dress fall to the floor as his hands traveled up her hips, tracing the curve to her breasts.

His fingers teased her nipples as he trailed more wet kisses up her shoulder and to her neck, his fangs brushing against her skin in a tease.

She moaned into Comte's lips, parting her's just before he pulled away.

"Don't tease her too much Leo." Comte started, pulling away as he took a step back to watch.

It was apparent that he was aroused, and he moved out of the closet, sitting in one of the chairs in y/n's room. Leonardo lifted her, carrying her to the bed where Comte had the perfect view. He laid her down, stripping the rest of her clothing off as he trailed kisses down her neck. His tongue teased her breasts as his hand slid up her leg, parting her thighs before his finger pressed against her opening.

His finger teased her entrance before he slowly pushed two of them in, curling and twisting them as his palm flattened against her clit.

Comte's hand moved to the bulge in his pants, pressing on it firmly as he ran his hand along his length. His watched as Leonardo's fingers worked inside y/n, listened as her stifled moaned slipped here and there.

Soon Leonardo had worked out her first orgasm, removing his fingers before he trailed kisses down her stomach.

His tongue flattened against her opening, pressing against her sensitive spot as he licked up and down, lapping at her until he'd gotten enough.

When he moved back up his lips pressed against hers, allowing her to taste herself on him before he paused to remove his clothing. His cock was hard and throbning, eager to fill her up, but he didn't just yet. He wanted to draw things out until their guest was begging to see him fill y/n.

Comte was expecting Leonardo to enter her, but instead he moved to her side, pressing his tip to her lips as he kept her legs spread open. She looked up at him with bashful eyes and a hand threaded in her hair as he brushed the strands aside. "Cara Mia, don't look at me that way. I know you want this just as much as we do." He had a slight smile, admitting that he had seen the way she looked at the two of them.

He'd thought about it before, sharing her like this, and once it had time to mull over in his head he thought it wouldn't be a bad idea for the three of them.

After a moment she parted her lips, taking him in as she tasted the salty precum. His hand moved down her stomach and to her entrance once again, his finger slipping in as he set slow and steady thrusts in her mouth.

His finger matched his pace, pushing in as he pulled his cock from her lips. It was a sensual pace, and the other pureblood understood the deeper meaning behind the gesture.

Comte gave a deep sigh, a moan of his own escaping his throat as he gripped himself through his pants a bit more firmly. He thought of how tight and warm she would feel squeezing around him. It was all he could do not to jump right in. He did shift a bit though, the sound of his zipper slowly coming undone before he was pulling himself out.

Leonardo smirked, looking down at y/n as his hand threaded a handful of hair from behind her head. He gripped it gently, working to bob her head back and forth on his length as he tilted his head back in a groan. He paused for a moment to collect himself and pulled out of her mouth as he adjusted himself on the bed.

He sat against the headboard. "Come here Cara Mia." He instructed, guiding her over him before he pulled her close. His cock teased her hole, resting against it as he pulled her down, lips attaching to her breasts as he sucked and licked at her nipples again. His hand pinched and kneeded at her other one, switching back and forth between the two as her hole began to flutter against his cock. "L...leo..." she started, her body aching to be filled.

"It's not me you need to beg Cara Mia." He pulled away, one hand reaching to fist his cock as he looked up at her. "I'm not going to be the first one filling you tonight." He teased, earning a deep chuckle from Comte.

She watched Leonardo, her ears burning red this time. "Go on then....let him feel that pretty little mouth of yours. I'm sure he won't mind having someone else watch for a change." Leonardo's voice was deeper than usual, a husk to it that made y/n want to come undone.

She looked back at Comte, a slight pause as her eyes shifted to his hand. Leonardo chuckled, watching as she crawled off the edge of the bed and moved to Comte. He smiled at her and watched as she lowered herself to her knees. Placing her hands on his lap, she pulled herself up as he shifted to make it easier for her to reach him. "Don't be nervous, ma cherie, I'll be as gentle as I can." He brushed her hair back, caressing her cheek with the back of his finger before she pulled herself forward, licking up his length starting at the base. Her tongue flickered over the underside of his tip, lapping at his precum before she took him in.

His hands threaded her hair, gripping it firmly as he sucked in a sharp breath of air at the sudden feeling of her warm mouth. It was all he could do the keep himself from thrusting. Slowly, she took him all the way in, opening her throat as he stretched it.

Leonardo grinned, watching her head bob up and down as she pressed her nose against Comte's stomach each time she took him in.

After a moment Comte pulled her up, guiding her over his lap as he straddled her over his knee. "Such a good girl." The fabric of his pants soaked up her juices rather quickly, earning another deep moan from Comte.

"So wet...I wonder just how bad you want to be filled?" He pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hers as he pushed his knee up to grind against her.

She moaned, pressing into him as she chased her pleasure greedily.

"Don't spoil her Comte..." Leonardo fussed, watching as she moaned and huffed. Her hands moved to Comte's cock, holding it as she fisted him steadily. Comte's head pulled back and she moved to his neck, nipping and kissing at it as he groaned.

Leonardo couldn't help but grin, seeing his sweet Cara Mia take control and chase what she wanted.

Comte's hands moved to her hips, guiding her along his knee until his pants were soaked with her second climax.

He pulled her up, guiding her back to the bed as Leonardo pulled her down over him. Comte's fingers brushed against her, rubbing her sensitive clit as she moaned against Leo's lips. "What do you want Cara Mia?" He asked. "You've been a good girl. But you need to tell us what you want." He spoke as their lips touched, and she let out another moan, sinking back and forth on Comte's finger.

"Both of you." She finally admitted. Comte gave a small groan. "Be more specific ma cherie. We can't help you otherwise." He leaned in, placing kisses down her back as he pulled his finger from her.

She huffed and gave a small pout. "I want you both to fill me...I want to feel the two of you stretching me between you."

She hadn't shyed away from it and Comte pulled away slightly before lining himself at her entrance.

She moaned, feeling his cock enter her as Leonardo's lips pressed into hers. Comte thrust a few times before he slowly stopped. He pressed all the way into her, bringing his head down as he kissed her neck.

Leonardo positioned himself, slowly pressing against her already full opening as he forced himself in.

Her lips parted, and she cried out at the sting of being stretched though it was suddenly filled by Comte's finger. She closed her lips around it, sucking at it as her tongue curled around him.

Leo had managed to push himself halfway in before Comte began thrusting slowly. As he pulled put, Leonardo pushed in, the two working together to keep her constantly filled.

Comte teased her sensitive spots on her neck with his fangs as Leonardo worked at her breasts again. The two had worked up to a steady pace, fucking her hard and deep before her breathing labored and her moans grew louder.

Her body sucked them in, walls throbbing around them as she came on the two of them. Her nails dug into Leonardo's shoulders as she tilted her head and pushed into Comte's kisses.

Comte thrust forward, pushing in all the way before he paused, his cock throbbing inside of her as he came.

The feeling of his warmth pushed her over again as her body pushed and pulled against the two of them. Leonardo thrust his hips up, pulling himself to the edge of her entrance as he teased it, cock filling her only to leak out as he fucked it into her.

The two vampires slowed, both peppering her skin with kisses before Comte pulled himself from her, fixing himself on ths bed as Leonardo did the same.

"So much for just watching." Leonardo teased as Comte pulled his arm over y/n, pressing his lips against her's in a gentle slew of kisses.

All three were panting, their bodies laced with sheen layer of sweat. "Ma cherie really is a good girl. Next time I'll spoil you even more." He put his head down, pulling into her as Leonardo did the same, drifting off to sleep, the party they had been getting ready for long forgotten.

[littlemissnoname13]

hi could you please make a part two to feeling colors, i LOVED your writing in it. no rush :))

Hiii nonnie! 💕 I did end up writing a second part for the fic after all. I hope you like it as much as the first. X

Feeling Colours - Part Two

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Word count: 2500 give or take

Summary: Draco’s feelings for the reader start to grow

Warnings: fluff, excessive drinking, mentions of throwing up, kissing, nothing explicit, Draco being a softie (lmk if this needs more warnings)

Masterlist | Part One 

Your eyes fluttered open to find Draco Malfoy sitting on a chair next to you, breathing quietly like sleep was finally hitting him. Ruffled blond strands of hair fell over his weary eyes and he’d used his suit jacket as a makeshift blanket. 

Your first instinct was to silently lift up your covers and check if your clothes were still intact and thank Merlin they were. 

“Have a little faith Y/n.” Draco grumbled, startling you in the process as he struggled to lift himself into a more comfortable position. “I would never take advantage of a drunk girl.”

Fragments of the previous night came back to you when you heard him say that. 

The party, the burn of the booze, the dust-filled broom closet, the throwing up, the taste of soup and the strong and sturdy arms of the boy now looking at you with a sheepish grin on his face.

You eased at the sight of his smile. There came a certain type of comfort after someone had seen you throwing your guts up. 

“Thank you for last night Draco.”

“Like I said before Miss raging alcoholic, Don’t make a habit of it.” He let out a small yawn and started to smooth out his hair but much to his dismay, the strands refused to cooperate. 

You couldn't help but laugh at the displeased look on his face. “Here, let me—”

“NO. I absolutely refuse to let you touch my hair.” He protested, grabbing both your wrists before your fingers could make contact with his precious hair. 

“Come on Malfoy.” You pleaded, now fully out of bed and trying to break free from his hands. “I swear I can fix it for you.”

“Nope.” He said firmly as he tried his hardest to maintain a straight face. “Stop it—No please not the sides—no..”

“Please, just a bit more...ah okay….there we go.”

“Haven’t you done enough Hufflepuff?!”

“Oh. that rhymed.” You laughed, still touching his hair when the two of you accidently tumbled onto the chair he was originally sleeping on. 

Draco was agile in cushioning your fall with one of his hands balancing himself on the armrest and one hand wrapped around your waist.

It was only the second time he’d saved you from falling and you were already getting used to it. 

Something inside of you was immediately hoping that Draco would be there to break your fall for a third time too. 

It felt good with him.

It felt safe with him.

~~~

Alone at the school courtyard in the afternoon of the next day, Draco sat down in a far corner to rearrange his cluttered thoughts about you into tidy little compartments in his brain. 

It should have been easy for him. He was a natural occlumens after all.

But for some bizarre reason, he couldn't find a way to erase your name, the sound of your voice and your scent that was slowly dominating all four lobes of his brain and all four chambers of his heart. 

Even with the sun still in the sky, the occasional gust of wind made his hands turn cold so he instinctively shoved his hands into his blazer pocket to warm up. 

It was only then that he realised that he’d completely forgotten to give your locket back to you. 

~~~

A few days had now passed and Draco had gotten several opportunities to give your necklace back to you. 

First it was at the great hall.

He watched you intently from the Slytherin table, waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk to you while you nibbled on a cupcake.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched you lick the powdery pink frosting off your Peony lips.

He wasn’t all that fond of those cupcakes you were eating but he’d have done anything for a taste of the frosting from your lips. 

Before he could even manage to walk over to you, you stood up and walked away with your friends.

When you were close to the exit however, you paused and turned towards the Slytherin table to give him a tiny smile.

He quickly reached into his pocket to look at the locket, it was the exact pink shade of the frosting. 

~~~

The second time he tried to return it was at Potions class. 

Theo had so graciously agreed to switch partners with Draco and Snape did not seem to mind as long as the potions were brewed right. 

“Crush the petals as best you can before dropping them into the cauldron.” Snape instructed and you quickly grabbed a fistfull of rose petals. 

Draco watched in awe as you crushed rose petals in your hands, releasing the floral aroma into the atmosphere. The scent caught onto clothes and a flush crept onto his face.

“Well, are you going to help me, Malfoy?”

Draco silently copied your motion and stirred the cauldron till the potion was simmering and ready.

Returning your locket in the middle of Severus’s class did not seem like a smart idea so he decided to come up with a better one. 

“We are having another party in the dungeons on Friday. You should come and bring Abott if you’d like.”  Draco shrugged it off like it was the most casual thing ever. 

“Will there be elf made wine?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he let out a rather loud scoff earning the attention of the sulky potion’s master.

“Malfoy, Y/l/n.” Snape called out, looking as unimpressed as ever. “Detention.Saturday.”

“Incorrigible.” Draco muttered and you nudged him in the rib with your elbow. 

“Two Saturdays.” Snape said, before dismissing the entire class. 

On his way out, Draco discreetly sneaked a peak of the necklace in his pocket because he already knew what colour it was going to be. 

It was the exact same pink of the rose petals you were crushing. 

~~~

Two days had gone by since potions class and Draco was no longer fazed when the necklace emulated the same shades of pink from the bubblegum you were blowing or the fuschia ribbon in your hair. 

Draco also didn’t think it was necessary to make another attempt to return your necklace until Friday.

He already had a lot of things preoccupying his mind like actually planning the party. 

There had been no Slytherin Party planned for Friday before Draco invited you and now, He was getting his friends to help him arrange one. 

Crabbe and Goyle were tasked with getting more liquor,  Blaise and Theo were responsible for music and food while Draco was responsible with the overall logistics like silencing charms and getting the word of the party out. 

“All this for a girl.” Blaise mocked. Theo took this moment to whisper something to Crabbe who then whispered something to Goyle. 

“Care to say it out loud, Nott?” Draco seethed as he watched his friends clutch their stomachs and laugh out loud. 

“Theo called you a simp.” A teary eyed Goyle spluttered. 

“A what now?”

~~~

Friday’s party topped the previous one. 

More people, A wider selection of liquor, wine varietals, good food and music blasting so loud that the floors were vibrating. 

As per usual, Hannah had already disappeared into some dark little corner with her paramour leaving you all alone with a group of Slytherin girls. 

“I love your dress!” Exclaimed a tipsy looking Daphne Greengrass who herself was wearing a gorgeous turquoise number. 

“Thank you.” You replied, giving her your most polite and friendly smile. 

“Come now, let's go and dance already.” Pansy crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at the interaction. Although it wasn’t super obvious, you sensed that Pansy wasn’t too pleased to have you there. 

Daphne intertwined her hands to yours and pulled you into the dancefloor with herself, Pansy Tracey Davis and Millicent Bulstrode. 

Daphne’s surprisingly amiable nature took you by surprise but you decided to go with it. It was a party after all. 

When she placed her hands on your shoulders, you mirrored. When she swayed her hips, so did you. 

“He can't stop staring at you now, can he?” Daphne shouted into your ear over the music as you both continued to dance together. 

“I’m sorry who?” You shouted back. 

“Malfoy.” Daphne giggled. “ He’s been watching you all night actually. Why do you think he hosted this party in the first place?”

You stole a quick glance at Draco when no one was looking. He was sipping on a glass of whisky and watching you from a distance.

He had ditched his all black attire for a white button down shirt. The top two buttons were undone and his hair had a sort of laid back look to it

“See?” Daphne shouted again. “Hasn’t even taken his eyes off you once. It's driving Pansy nuts.”

Just to confirm if Daphne was in fact telling the truth, you tilted your head to the side to get a bitter view of him and the minute you did, your eyes met with his.

Heat spread all across your cheeks and he raised his glass to you as an acknowledgement before quickly turning away. 

After that, it was just an intense and tactical little gambit of who caught who staring. 

He covertly watched you sway your hips and you secretly noticed the way he tapped his fingertips on the glass he was holding.

Both of you refused to relent to whatever game this was up until the point where he grabbed a bottle of fire whisky and started to walk away. 

You didn't even need to think twice about where he was headed. 

“Go on.” Daphne nudged encouragingly.

~~~

Draco pulled the closet door open and stepped inside with a smile playing at his lips.

The last time he was there, he was introduced to you, your scent, your smile, your eyes. 

Before that night in the closet, he took colours at their face value. They were nothing more than visual representations of light—what amount, what hue, what saturation.

It was strange how things had changed for him. 

Not only did you make him see colours in a whole new light, you made him feel them, you made him hear them.

As Draco settled down with his drink, he saw the door creak open. 

It was still dark but he could already tell that it was you by the scent of your perfume. Oh, he could never ever forget that aroma even if he tried. 

Lumos. 

Draco held his wand in front of him and allowed himself to turn to his side to get a better view of you. 

Never had he ever seen someone glow the way you did under the lumos charm. The radiance in your eyes, the pearlescence of your skin and the curvature of your lips made him lightheaded.

“I feel like this closet is going to be a recurring thing for us huh?” You beamed at him and he found himself swooning. 

Salazar Slytherin. Nott was right. He was a simp.

“I guess so.” Draco quickly answered, Blaming this dizziness on the lack of ventilation while taking a big sip of his drink. 

“I don’t mind.” You said and twisted open the bottle of wine you’d brought with you. 

“Don’t tell me you brought another bottle of that god awful wine in here.”

 “It’s actually not that bad and it gets you drunk way quicker.” You shrugged. 

“Why do I feel like I might have to walk you to your dorm again?” 

He watched you take a long slow sip of wine and couldn’t help himself from noting that your lips were slowly getting stained red with the fruity nectar. 

“Might?” You shook your head. “Sorry to break it to you, but this wine is going to catch up with me soon.” 

Draco jokingly palmed his face, earning a laugh from you. It seemed like the perfect time to hand you your lost possession back. 

“Atleast, I’ll know when you are going to be sick though.” Draco said as he fished for the locket in his pocket. 

“How come?” 

“Because of this.” He explained, holding the necklace out. “I’m sorry I should have given it back sooner.” 

“That’s okay.” You murmured softly and pushed your hair away from your neck and he instantly took this as a cue to drape the necklace back to where it belonged. 

“Ah…there you go.” He whispered into your ear before shifting back to look at the gem. 

Draco expected it to be pink but to his astonishment, the gem had already turned a vibrant red. 

A new colour.

He could see red in the apples of your cheeks.

He could feel red pumping through his veins and hear red in the way his heart was rapidly beating. 

 “It’s red.” You commented and he slowly nodded. 

Even though he knew what red was for him, he needed to hear your interpretation before making his next move. 

“What does red mean to you y/n?” 

“To me, well…..red represents um..passion, something fiery, something that burns bright, leaves you breathless.” You whispered looking as if you were feeling almost as breathless as him. 

Draco swallowed hard when he noticed just how close your face was to his. 

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?” 

“If I kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?”

He noticed that your breathing was progressively getting shorter. You looked startled at his sudden question but held his gaze nonetheless. 

“I guess you’ll have to see for yourself, Draco.”

He couldn’t help but let out a hoarse chuckle before pressing his forehead to yours. “Is that an invitation hm?” 

You didn’t say a word but the deepening red color of your necklace gave everything away. 

Any remaining doubt in his mind went away when he felt you caress his cheeks with your cold hands. 

He gently let his fingers slip into your hair as he closed the distance between your lips. 

The kiss was reminiscent of the rush of first love. The innocence, the giggles. 

The kiss paid homage that perfumed night in the broom closet that had started it all. 

The kiss was bleeding, seeping, trickling In various shades of red and he was drinking every drop. 

Draco Malfoy could finally tell what the colour red tasted like. 

It tasted like your wine stained lips. 

He backed away and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and you gave him a shy smile in return. 

~~~

The two of you spent the remainder of the party inside the closet. 

Drinking, talking, laughing and more kissing.

So much kissing. 

“Alright y/n, let’s get you to your room now shall we?” Draco sighed when he noticed that you were getting more and more inebriated by the minute. “Come on.” 

You struggled to step out of the closet and almost tripped on your own two drunken feet.

Almost. 

“As if I’m going to let you fall face first.” He mumbled to himself before lifting you up in his arms. 

You let out a small laugh before looking up at him. 

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“I know you said to not make a habit of this but unfortunately for you, I already have.” 

FIN. 

~~~

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物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’.)

Alpha Jungkook x Omega Oc!

Genre : Angst , Hurt/ Comfort.

    Chapter 1  ⋆  Chapter 2  ⋆  Chapter 3     Chapter 4  ⋆  Chapter 5   ⋆   

    Chapter 6   Chapter 7     Chapter 8

Summary : Nine months after her marriage ends, Kim Heejin is a reclusive artist, who works out of a renovated warehouse in Busan, her days and nights spent with canvas and paint. Its exactly what she’s ever wanted, to be left alone. And yet, that nagging feeling of incompletion keeps her on her toes. And perhaps, it is that longing for something substantial, something real that pushes her to give her flawed but lovable ex-husband another chance.

Chapter 9

 “I… No. Just… please tell him I’ll be down…I’ll come down to the lobby to meet him.” I said quickly, panicking at the idea of having him here. I’d barely been here a day but this was still my space. And if I had him here then his scent would just seep into every nook and corner. 

The room would smell like him then… And what would I do after he left?

God, what was I even thinking? Head swimming, I crawled to the edge of the bed and breathed shakily. 

It felt surreal, climbing out of the bed and moving to the vanity . I stared at myself in the mirror as I grabbed the makeup bag I kept with me all the time. Wide eyes and parted lips, creamy gold skin turning lily white because of how the blood had just drained after that phone call. 

I looked petrified .

Jungkook… I thought numbly. Jungkook’s waiting downstairs and I’m going to see him. 

What is he thinking.... What is he feeling... why is he even here? 

You’re not responsible for his emotions, Taehyung’s soothing voice in my head helped a bit but not a whole lot. What about my emotions, I though desperately, grabbing the tube of gloss and slowly uncapping it. I ran the end of it over my lips and felt my fingers tremble because I didn’t know why I felt this need …to look beautiful.

I didn’t need to, I though miserably. Everyone knew omegas were beautiful. Beta supermodels were beautiful yes but they couldn’t hold a candle to me, at least for someone like  Jungkook. He was an alpha, his brain was built to find me attractive. I had evolutionary genetics on my side, which mean that if I ever actually wanted to seduce Jungkook , he wouldn’t really stand a chance .

But I didn’t want that.

I had had enough of that. Enough of seeing handsome, rich alphas being reluctantly attracted to me. They made it obvious too. Most of the hate mail I got stemmed from angry wives or girlfriends accusing me of seducing their men , even though  I’d never so much as laid my eyes on them. It was so unfair. 

I didn’t enjoy watching them lose their minds at the sight and scent of me, because i knew that deep down,  they thought that all omegas were scum. 

Manipulative, sex driven , greedy and selfish . Those were the labels I got plastered with , on the media and on the streets. 

And Jungkook wasn’t different, I reminded myself firmly, pulling away from the mirror and grabbing the loose powder and dusting down some of it on the apple of my cheeks and down the length of my nose. 

He didn’t think any different than the others. Jungkook’s views on omegas were just as archaic and bigoted as everyone else’s .

He just didn’t act on them .

Sighing, I dropped the lipgloss back in the back and brushed my hair off my face. On a whim , I pulled off the hair tie holding the thick strands together, letting the wavy tresses fall over my shoulder. I hadn’t cut my hair in a long time and it felt to my hips now. My stylist was adamant that it added to my aesthetic.

  A primal siren, she had said staring at me in awe, like something eternal and beautifully dangerous. We’re lucky you seem incapable of hate, Heejin ...because I think you could bring grown men to their knees with that body and that face. 

I felt nauseous at the thought of it.   

Walking to the elevator felt like walking the plank and I had stop a couple of times, just to breathe deeply. I had to be smart about this. I was in therapy. Taehyung had taught me how to handle situations like this and while my heart was pounding too hard and my brain was too scrambled to use any of his therapy techniques, I still had some of my cognitive abilities intact. 

He came here, i thought desperately. 

He came looking for you and that means he isn’t nervous or worried or overthinking this because he doesn’t have feelings for you. If you want to come out of this  unscathed, you need to get your head on straight. You need to pretend that you didn’t just have a minor mental breakdown at the thought of him dating someone else. 

I took a deep breath, exhaling sharply before stepping into the elevator. The ride down to the lobby was barely a few seconds and when I stepped out, I realized the place was way too crowded for such an exclusive Hotel. And then I remembered that people were here for the Art Festival. I glanced at the reception desk, covertly, noting a conspicuous lack of Jeon Jungkook. The lady behind the desk held her hand up when she spotted me .

“Ms. Kim? Mr. Jeon just went to get you a drink...He’s over by the breakfast counter over there.” She pointed out the dining space where people were walking about getting breakfast and I swallowed, feeling hot and cold as I cautiously stepped into the crowd, trying to find a that familiar head of thick dark hair. 

I felt the apprehension build as I tugged on my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to reign in the chaos in my mind but it was impossible, everything too loud and too messy. I looked around and then, it hit me. 

His scent. 

I felt my lips part in surprise, and it felt like someone had turned the volume down , noises fading into a dull hum at the back of my mind as I stared at him. He hadn’t spotted me yet and I took a second to just....look.

He looked incredible.

There was really no other word for it. Incredibly handsome, Incredibly beautiful and so incredibly perfect as the late morning sun lit up the room, picking out the shine on his white silk shirt. I breathed in deep, my mindeasily picking out the musky pine scent of him and I stepped closer, moving straight towards him and I caught the exact moment my scent his senses.

He jerked a bit, nostrils flaring and eyes going wide before he turned, lips parted and gaze a bit unfocused as he looked around.

When he caught sight of me, he just blinked. 

I smiled weakly, body going limp with relief because.... because this was Jungkook. Not some monster I had to run from. This was Jungkook....even at his worst he had been better than some of the other people I’d met in life. 

I looked down at the drink in his hand and smiled a bit as he made his way over. 

“ This isn’t the same as buying me a coffee.” I said shakily as he finally stepped upto me.

His eyes danced with warmth. 

“What makes you think I can afford one? Besides, aren’t you the hotshot artist? Shouldn’t you be the one buying me stuff?” He said softly. 

“Just saw you on the front cover of a magazine. We both know you’re far from destitute..” Even through the smile, I felt the tug of emotion as I stared at him, felt the difference in him like night and day, the light and joy and ...contentment that seemed to radiate off him .

He smiled and held the drink out to me gently.

“ Heejin-ah.” He whispered. 

And somehow it was the sound of his voice, wrapping around the syllables of my name that finally did it. 

I felt the tears brim over, my lips parting in choked laughter as I stepped close and wrapped both my arms around him, burying my face in his neck and breathing him in. I felt him hold me, infinitely gentle and I exhaled sharply.

“I didn’t miss you,  at all.” I said shakily. He laughed lightly. 

“I missed you , too.” He stroked the back of my head gently and I sighed, fingers curling on the silk of his shirt. The fabric felt like liquid in my fingers and I played with it for a second, intensely aware that people were starting to stare. That this embrace had gone on for longer than social norms dictated but I couldn’t bring myself to care, letting my chin rest against his shoulder blades. 

And it was almost frightening.....how easy it was to pretend we weren’t broken at all. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“She was so small when I last held her... I can’t believe she’s running around.” I said, awed, listening to Jungkook tell me about how Mina liked to climb everywhere. He laughed, shaking his head. 

"She’s growing bigger everyday. I can barely keep up.” Jungkook smiled, holding a hand out for me to step over the wooden slats that lined the tiny archway that led to the door to his building. I hesitated before lightly gripping his hand in mine, the gesture somehow feeling more intimate that it was. 

“You’re not staying at the Firenze?” I asked curiously, resisting the urge to reach for his hand again when he let go.

it was such a ridiculous thing but I’d never held hands with him. And It felt ridiculously nice, to slot my fingers with his, feel them in between mine. His palm against mine, calloused but somehow so comforting. 

 I’d forgotten how warm he was.

 Don’t. Don’t fall down this rabbit hole again, Heejin. We talked about this. He doesn’t think of you that way. He doesn’t. And neither should you. its unfair to him. He doesn’t deserve that. 

“No... As you can see my apartment is barely ten minutes away and Soeun has her exams so its easier for her to watch over Mina here at the apartment.

“Soeun?” I asked curiously.

“Park Soeun? She’s a University student who lives with me. She’s doing a correspondence course in fashion . So she’s home all the time and she helps out with Mina. And she speaks Italian so that’s a huge plus... ” He smiled. “ you’ll like her. She’s a good kid.” 

 Don’t make that face. Don’t fucking make that face, Heejin.

I struggled to keep my face straight , like I wasn’t feeling the weight of a dozen bricks at the base of my stomach. 

“A roommate...then..?” I asked quietly and he shrugged.

“Something like that. But mostly she helps take care of Mina when I’m out on an assignment.” He smiled and led me past two flight of stairs up to the studio apartment. 

I wrapped my arms around myself as he stopped in front of a wrought iron grill, gripping one end and sliding it open with ease. And then he rang the small bell n the side. I shuffled back and forth on my foot, heart racing. 

The door opened and I blinked because of how young the girl who opened the door was. A second later she was beaming, moving forward and wrapping both her arms around me.

“Unnie!” She squealed, hugging me so close that I almost choked. Completely thrown I could only gape at Jungkook who was laughing . 

“Oh, I forgot to mention..she’s a bit of a fan. “ He teased lightly and I smiled awkwardly, watching as she pulled back to stare at me, her gaze trained on my face unblinkingly. 

“Whoa...” She reached out and lightly touched my cheek with her forefinger making me jump. She flinched as well, flushing red.

“Shit..sorry...I just... I’ve never... I’ve never met an omega before.” She said softly. “ You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

I felt my heart pound, steeping back instinctively, an overwhelming urge to hide , anxiety pooling in my stomach as she continued to stare at me. I hated the attention and I wrapped my arms around myself. 

“Soeun, enough. Don’t make it weird.” Jungkook said sternly, voice hard and the girl immediately flushed, bowing apologetically. 

“Sorry...I.. sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable ... You’re pretty.” She said again before turning to Jungkook.

“I have to get some stuff for my exhibit, Jungkook oppa... Mina’s asleep. i’ll be staying over at Vince’s place for the night though. Is that okay?”

“Sure..have fun.” Jungkook smiled, “ Vince is her boyfriend.” He explained and Soeun nodded happily. 

“Italian men are absolutely amazing unnie...you should try some.” She winked and I laughed despite myself.

“I just might...” I said with a grin, watching as she walked over to slip on a pair of sneakers from the small shoe closet near the door. She waved enthusiastically all but bouncing away and I blinked at him , shaking my head.

“I feel a hundred years old right now.” I said softly, still stunned by the girl’s exorbitant energy. Jungkook laughed at that

“She definitely has that effect on people... Come on, I’ll show you around.” He held his hand out and I smiled , taking his fingers mine and letting him tug me further into the studio apartment. 

I looked around, taking in the full blown prints of Mina and Jungkook , caught in adorable poses in front of different tourist spots in Florence. I saw how much she looked like Jungkook now, and how openly affectionate they looked together, the love evident even in the still photos. 

And then my eyes fell on a familiar painting , my stomach lurching. 

“You... “ i turned to him in a rush and he was staring at me with a small smile.

“I had to bring that. It pretty much saved me, that painting.” He said casually, stepping close and running his fingers all over the print. 

“When you told me this is how Sooah saw me...” He traced the picture carefully before glancing at me,” it made me realize that Sooah didn’t just want a baby.....she wanted a baby with  me. She saw me as a father. As someone who could raise and nurture a tiny human  and that... that’s amazing isn’t it?” He sighed, staring at me.  

He looked beautiful, I thought with an ache deep inside me. The most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life and it seemed almost too good to be true. That he was here, at reach. So close. I wondered if this was it. This had to be a sign. A sign that we’d come full circle. That it was over. That we could finally break free from all that we’d been through, and look back at Jungkook’s past with fondness instead of pain.

And perhaps, just perhaps I could reach out and touch him with something more than just the love you have for a friend. . Perhaps I could reach out and touch him, without feeling guilt and foreboding.

I exhaled shakily stepping up and running my fingers over the canvas. It was nothing fancy... Just a painting a painting of Jungkook holding Mina up by her waist, high over his head, staring up into her face with all the love and adoration in the world, The child in the painting doesn’t look exactly like Mina, of course, but I’d had no idea , seeing as Sooah had commissioned the painting when she was pregnant. But Jungkook.... Jungkook looked exactly like he did now : Happy and at peace. 

“You’re alright, then?” I asked quietly , a wealth of meaning behind the words and he smiled , nodding gently. 

“I’m fine…” He whispered , “ And I’m so glad I can tell you that, like this. Thank you for coming , Heejin-ah . I know you owe me nothing but.. I wanted to show you that… it wasn’t all bad you know. What we went through… Something good did come out of it.” He whispered.

I choked out a sob.

“I lied.” I whispered. “ I did miss you. Even when I knew I shouldn’t.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened.

“I have a lot to be sorry for. But I don’t want to remind you of those things. I just want you to know that… I understand what you went through…those six months. I understand that it was difficult and painful and i… I’m grateful that you didn’t give up on me. And I’m grateful that you stayed in my life.  Because I know I didn’t deserve that.”

“You deserve to be loved Jungkook.” I said quietly. “ Its not wrong to move on. You deserve to… find happiness again.”

He stared at me, his gaze soft and gentle.

“I can almost believe it, when you say it that way.” He laughed. “ And… you know… I’m not sure if its love. But there’s someone I’ve been…. Well, I can sort of see myself with her. .” He grinned a little, smile boyish as he ran his fingers through his hair. He glanced at me and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Wait… was he going to?....

“ I met her at Taehyung’s practice, a year ago. Her name is Lee Hyorin.” Jungkook looked at me, doe eyes shining with excitement.

And just like that the world ended.

Or so it felt.

It was like being dipped in icy cold water, the shock of it rendering me speechless, lips parted and breath catching in lungs.

Blood rushed through my ears, so fast that I felt lightheaded, my legs nearly giving out. White noise filled my skull, pain lancing sharp through my heart like a thousand paper cuts, and I couldn’t really breathe. It took a few seconds…. For my heart to catch up with what my mind had just processed. And when it finally did, the pain was so excruciating, I had to clench my fists, nails digging into the flesh of my palm to ground myself.

“She’s an alpha…and she lost her husband around the same time Sooah passed..” Jungkook gave me a soft smile. “ She’s actually a curator at one of the museums here. She’s the one who made all the arrangements for me to move here to Florence. ”

“Wow… That’s…” devastating,. “ That’s good news. Jungkook.. I.. How long…” My voice cracked, and I had to swallow. “ How long have you guys been dating?”

“About three months now. We’re taking it very slow, because we aren’t really ready. She has a son too. He’s three years old. Mina loves him so that’s a plus.” He laughed.

My lungs constricted, breathing difficult and my head swam because ….. what. Realization set in so quickly, I was left reeling. I was in love with this bastard, I thought miserably. So in love with him that it felt like he was shredding my heart into ribbons. Every word of his mouth felt like a sharp deep stab, straight through the center of my heart and the pulsing, beating organ was on the verge of giving out.

“She’s going to be there at the dinner tonight at the Festival. She’s one of the organizers by the way. She’s kind of the reason I got in, I think.” He laughed , looking abashed and what a load of bull that was. Jungkook was successful and well known. Superbly talented at his chosen field. She was lucky to have him.

How can she have him when I’m the one who fixed him? How is that fucking fair?

“She really understands the things I’ve been going through, the past few months and because we both still attend therapy with Taehyung, we’re able to talk about a lot of stuff. Stuff I can’t share with others…” Jungkook was saying and I tuned him out, not wanting to hear another word.

I swallowed, choking on bile. I could feel sweat gathering on my scalp, my skin clammy and damp , the air between us shifting into something poisonous and filled with so much dismay, it was a miracle he hadn’t picked up on it.

Couldn’t he sense how distressed I was? Couldn’t he see how his words were hurting? Couldn’t he fucking see that I couldn’t live without him? Why on earth couldn’t he see me the way he apparently saw every other woman on the damn planet…..

Because he’s a shitty Alpha, I thought miserably, willing myself not to burst into tears. He was a shitty excuse for an alpha back then and he’s the same now.

A low, distressed cry began somewhere behind him and he jumped.

“Oh, shit she’s up… come on, Heejin.” He said with a bright smile, turning around and rushing down a small hallway and I willed myself to breathe in deeply, reminding myself that this wasn’t the end of the world. I could get through this. Besides, it was Mina.

Beautiful, perfect Mina who had been there for me. She would see me and she would give me that sweet gummy smile of hers, does eyes twinkling and I would get through this. Because her smile was what was important. Her smile and her joy and her happiness.

The sobbing had slowed down to small hiccups and I stepped past the threshold cautiously, watching as Jungkook bent over the large crib, carefully lifting her out and into his arms. She looked breathtaking, an absolutely gorgeous little girl . I stared, mesmerized as I stepped closer. My arms ached, and my chest tightened. Lips wobbling, I exhaled sharply, moving to reach for her.

She turned to glance at me and just as my fingers brushed her cheek, she recoiled.

Hard.

A loud wail tore through her tiny body and I felt my eyes go wide. Her casual little cry had turned into a sobbing , loud wail and I could smell the distress in her , the fear and distrust as she curled away from me.  Jungkook looked stunned as well, instinctively drawing her close and embracing her, moving away from me because….

Because I was the reason, she was distressed.  

My skin went ice cold at the revelation and I stumbled back, stunned.

“I… I’m sorry.” I choked out, confused and disoriented. Jungkook looked stricken, gently rocking her back and forth and she clung to him, gripping his shirt and I bit my lips, moving further back and I glanced at him, my heart shattering.

“She’s …She’s still sleepy… She doesn’t do well with strangers…” He said softly, looking upset, “ Maybe you could…wait outside…”

Stranger…. Was that what I was?

“I… I’ll go. I’ll just go.” I turned on my heel, rushing out of the door and struggling to breathe in air, my heart clenching so hard I was sure I was going to pass out. I felt my knees give out when I reached the couch, dropping down and drawing my knees up , wrapping my arms around my legs . I didn’t know how long I sat there, fighting sobs and choking on air…and when I finally came to myself, the sobs from the room had died out.

“She’s fallen asleep again.” Jungkook’s voice cut through the silence and I couldn’t bring myself to look up. I felt him move closer, felt his scent hit me as he stepped right up to me, kneeling on the floor in front of me.

I looked up at him, lips wobbling as I took in his handsome face.  A face that was so deeply carved into my heart and my soul, I couldn’t imagine living without it. Without him. The tears came then, helpless and endless and so painful.

He pressed in closer, cupping my face in his palms, thumb brushing the tears that spilled over so relentlessly.

“Heejin…” He whispered and I let my fingers curl around his wrist as his thumb kept brushing the curve of my cheeks. I took a deep , shaky breath .

“She doesn’t remember me….  “ I whispered, “ She doesn’t recognize me at all…She hates me……” I choked out , despair filling every last crevice of my insides, gut twisting as I remembered how Mina had twisted away from me, how her scent had soured in distress at the sight of me, at the touch of my fingers.

 And I wondered if it was different with this other woman..Hyorin, wasn’t it? Did Mina climb into her arms with ease? Did she curl into her chest and sleep? The way she used to with me,  when she was a month old and missing the warmth of a mother.. ….

All those nights spent in that tiny nursery, lying on the cold unforgiving floor, watching the rise and fall of Mina’s chest through the dark room…telling myself it was worth it… it was worth being touched against my will, worth being treated like filth by a man driven mad with grief and anger….all because of this baby…this tiny little baby who had needed me….

And now…she didn’t even know who I was…..worse…she was repulsed by the very sight of me… I couldn’t cope.

“Look at me…” Jungkook rasped, voice raw and cracking. “she doesn’t hate you, Heejin… she just … you feel new to her… different…” 

I shook my head, unable to think about anything beyond the sheer devastation that filled me, the way his daughter had pulled away and run, had refused to come anywhere near me. I realized with lancing pain that I’d wanted to see her, way more than I’d wanted to see Jungkook .

Because she was the reason I’d hung on for so long in that marriage which had been the biggest fucking mistake of my life…. the only reason I’d stuck around . Mina …Having her in my arms, her scent against my face, that had been the only genuine happiness I’d experienced  in a marriage filled with sheer , unending misery. 

“I… she… Why doesn’t she remember? “ I breathed, sagging into his arms, tears soaking his shoulders and his palm ran up and down my back.

“Because she was a baby. Heejin…. I left when she was a baby…”

“Why did you?” I snapped. “ Did it hurt you so much? The thought of living under the same sky as me ? Why you did you go?” I demanded.

Jungkook pulled back, hands coming up to grip my shoulder, holding me at arms length.

“Look at me.” He whispered. “ I had to … You know I had to go….I was hurting you. I was… I was draining you of life. Destroying you… “

Jungkook’s words reminded me of who he was. Of who I was… Of who I was to him.

I choked out, sobbing.

“I hate you. You treated me like scum. Like a crutch….. Like some sort of tool to get better and you just left… you…”

You found someone better. You broke me down and now you’ve gone and found someone better….because I was never good enough for you… I was never someone you could love….

“I had to let you go. I had to end that relationship because it was tainted with so much grief and anger and selfishness and greed. I knew that anything I did afterwards would be tainted by my actions… I… I had to make amends, Heejin. And do you think for a second, that it wasn’t the hardest thing I ever did? That walking out on you wasn’t one of the most devastating things I’ve ever experienced? But I did it for us… for this…” 

I stared at him.

“And what is this?” I asked brokenly.

“This is me, being able to touch you like this.” Jungkook pressed a palm to my cheek, “ And not feeling guilt or sadness or grief or loss.  I did it so we could have this…this… This thing where I can look at you and hold you and see that you’re healing. That you’re doing better… That you’re living the life you want…. That you’re happy. This is me standing here , in front of you and smiling because I’m happy too. Happy that you’re here.  ” He exhaled, “ I’m happy that despite all the hurt we’ve been through for and because of each other, I can look at you now and tell you, honestly, that I’m glad to see you.” 

What a joke.. What a fucking joke.

I smiled shakily.

“Well… “ I said softly, my stomach churning because I was done. Done with him and mostly with myself. “ Isn’t that absolutely wonderful.”

His gaze softened and he smiled.

“I want us to be friends, Heejinah. Even though we don’t see or talk to each other, I think of you often. And when Mina’s old enough to understand , I’ll tell her all about you… I want you in our lives. You’re a friend. ”

I stared at him , feeling the words echo in my skull . It left an acrid taste on my senses, the way he put me into this neat little box, friend. So ….insignificant. Everyone had hundreds of friends. There was nothing even remotely special about being someone’s friend.

Friend just meant replaceable and forgettable. And just like Mina didn’t remember me…. Someday Jungkook wouldn’t either. The knowledge filled my veins spreading all over my body and leaving a fierce, heavy ache in my chest.

It was my fault, I thought despondently. My fault because I had been an idiot.

Jungkook was the sane one here , I thought miserably. These nine months, while I’d been dwelling on him and worrying for him…he had done the healthy thing , by moving on with someone he could actually envision a future with….

What had I done, these past nine months? Dreamt up a fantasy world where somehow we found our way back to each other and built a life together… It seemed so foolish now, in the light of Jungkook’s words and his confession….

Jungkook had done all of this, not for me…but for himself. For his daughter whom he loved and for his wife , whose memory he wanted to honor. And perhaps it was my own delusion that made me think that I’d played some stellar role in his healing…. Maybe if I hadn’t been there, he would have gotten better just the same…. Maybe I hadn’t been a tool …as much as a hindrance …to his healing.

I shook my head, bitterness coating my tongue.

“I should get going.” I whispered , voice shaking.

This is it, I told myself. This is the last time you look at him with that heaviness in your heart. You deserve better. You deserve… a lot of things. And just because people don’t give it to you doesn’t mean you have to settle for less……

“So soon? Hyorin will be back in a couple of hours… I could show you some of my work, and we could get lunch ….”

I shook my head quickly. I didn’t want to meet her in his home. Didn’t want to see him being domestic and affectionate and …normal with her when all I’d ever seen was Jungkook in his anger and grief, either yelling abuses or gripping me with a lust that was tainted with violence and rage. I stared at his hands, the ones I’d liked holding….

How did I forget? That those were the same hands that had held me down and done things that should, rightfully have landed him in prison?

I shook my head, to clear the images out of my head. Looking at him now,  Jungkook looked eager, happy and healed. And I realized that he’d just pushed all of his own actions out of his mind. Forgotten all about it. And that was fair. He probably didn’t even remember any of it. He had been drunk out of his mind, lost in his head and surely, forgetting must’ve been easy… A relief.

I didn’t begrudge him that.

But…

I hadn’t been drunk. I’d been stone cold sober under him on that bed and so, maybe forgetting didn’t come that easily for me. And I was glad that Jungkook could move on and be happy but….

But I couldn’t stay here and pretend that it was the same for me. I wasn’t happy or healed, I thought miserably. And maybe , maybe the sight of him moving on was a sign that I had to stop thinking that healing meant going back to him and his daughter.

“Heejin… What’s wrong? Is it because of Mina.. she’s just not used to…” He began but I quickly pressed a palm to his chest, smiling.

“Strangers.” I said softly. “ I know. That’s not it… You know I have to introduce my exhibit at dinner tonight. I don’t know what the itinerary is or what I’m supposed to say…. None of it.. I need to meet my agent and prep myself a bit. Its alright…I’ll see you tonight.” I said softly.

“I’m sorry… I can’t walk you back because Mina-“

“Of course. Don’t worry about it…. I’ll just…”

The doorbell rang, startling me.

“Jungkook!” A strong voice called out and I went still.

“Hyorin?” Jungkook’s face lit up and I felt my stomach churn. God, the universe really was against me wasn’t it? Sighing in defeat, I wrapped my arms around myself, sitting back down on the couch and waiting.

Behind me , I could hear hushed whispers, soft laughter and shuffling feet. My mouth went dry.

“Ms. Kim….”

I turned around, greeted by the sight of a tall, strapping young woman, pretty by any standards. She was dressed in a pant suit , her hair long and straight, hitting the top of her shoulders. She looked smart… Important.

“Ms. Lee… Its nice to meet you.”

She held her hand out and I shook it gently.  Jungkook smiled at her fondly and his phone rang from somewhere inside the studio.

“Hang on that’s probably Soeun…” He smiled at me and moved away and I watched him leave before shifting my gaze to Hyorin, who was staring down at me with a small smile.

“Are you here in Italy by yourself? Or with one of your many …uh… patrons ?” She smirked.

I blinked.

“Patrons?” I asked softly. “ Excuse me?”

“Jungkook and I’ve been following all the stories about you, back in Korea. You get around quite a lot… don’t you? Every alpha within a 100 mile radius wants a piece of the lovely Kim Heejin… And honestly, could anyone blame them? You look exquisite.”

I stared at her, stunned. The implication was so obvious that I would be an idiot not to realize what she was hinting at. So this was the woman , Jungkook chose? Yet another prejudiced bigot?

I laughed a bit, feeling my heart sink.

“I’m not seeing anyone. If that’s what you’re asking.” I said quietly.

Hyorin smirked at that.

“Of course you aren’t… We all know that isn’t really something your kind does… monogamy, right?”

“Do you have a problem with me Hyorin ssi?” I asked roughly and she laughed.

“Oh come on.. we’re all adults, here. And Heejin, you  agreed to be a part of this festival, knowing full well, that’s what we think . Its because deep down you know I’m right….. Omegas can’t stay with one alpha. They need sex to survive and they are usually open to it with anyone. Not that I’m blaming you or judging you for it. It’s just how you’re built.”

I smiled wide, ignoring the urge to claw at her face. .

“Well, you’ve definitely got me all figured out haven’t you? “ I shook my head, glancing at Jungkook who was making his way over.

“What are you talking about?” He asked curiously and I smiled, glancing at her.

“ Hyorin ssi was just telling me how my sub gender makes it impossible for me to not go around whoring with every alpha I see…….” I glanced at him and Jungkook straightened, looking stunned, “ Well, I hope you two enjoy your beautiful monogamous relationship with each other something an omega like me can only fantasize about…. Right Jungkook?” I smiled and he looked completely lost.

“Wait…What? Hyorin what did you say?” He demanded and she was glaring at me now.

“Please don’t take it personally, I was only talking about omegas in general. “ Hyorin frowned, before bowing and moving away to stalk off in the direction of the bedrooms and I watched her, feeling dirty and terrible.

“Heejin, ignore her.. she’s just old fashioned and-“

“Is that what you’re going to call it?” I snapped and Jungkook froze.

“Heejin…”

I shook my head in disbelief.

“I’m not upset about what she said. I’m upset that she feels comfortable enough, spouting that bullshit to me , in your house. Makes me wonder what else she’s told you about omegas, and how much of it you probably agreed with.”

Jungkook stared at me , lips parted.

“I… I don’t feel that way. You know that.” He said stiltedly.

“Do I? All I know is that she knows about me, about who I am and apparently, she can call me a slut…. In front of you, without worrying about it upsetting you. And that tells me you’re as much of a bigot as she is.”

“Heejin… You know that’s not it. We all grow up being fed certain things and –“

“But you did grow up right?” I snapped. “ you grew up and you can think and act for yourself. As can she. Once you’re an adult, you don’t have a single fucking excuse for being racist or homophobic or bigoted because being an adult means having the ability to unlearn the toxic things you’ve been taught and relearn how to be a decent fucking human.”

I shook my head as he stared at me.

“And you know what…please just… just don’t call me or consider me as a friend.” I laughed. “ Because I don’t think I can consider you one. Not anymore. You can’t…...You can’t just love certain parts of me and be disgusted by others you know? I don’t need a friend who can care about me and love me and help me as long as he can forget that I’m an omega….. I need a friend who can love every jagged, broken , part of me. Who can call out people who talk bullshit at me , who can look someone in the eye and tell them they’re wrong when they’re calling me names  and that’s not who you are……. You’re not it.” I snapped.

Jungkook looked stricken, reaching out to hold me and I stepped away, annoyed.

“I’m sorry, Heejin, you’re right … I’ll talk to her… I’ll…” He began but I shook my head.

“Whatever.  Just don’t call me a friend. We can’t be friends. Let’s just be what we always were , yeah? A big fucking mistake that never should have happened.”

I stormed out of the door, shaking.

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“What do you mean, there are no flights available for today?” I snapped. “Tell them money isn’t an issue. I need to get out of this place right now.”

Minho looked incredibly stricken, hair messy from how often he’d run his fingers through.

“ We just arrived seven hours ago, Hee. Of course there’s no flight yet…. We can stay another day…attend the dinner and-“

“No.” I snapped. “ Absolutely not. I’m not here because they find my art good  or worth putting up. I’m here because they know the alphas around here will want to pay more , to pour in more cash for a chance with me.” I held the embossed booklet up, waving it in his face.

“Heejin…” He protested but I shook my head.

“ Did you see the cost to get into my pane ?. Extra ….for alphas? And yet…apparently they had to pre book it and its filled? You think any of the lecherous bastards who paid money to see me , gives a shit about my art?  And apparently, there’s a meet and greet, for alphas only if they purchase seven or more paintings worth over 10000 Euros. Do you think, that’s what I’m worth?”

Minho looked down at his shoes, ashamed.

“I .. I’m sorry, Hee. You’re right. Its offensive . And an insult to your art and talent. We shouldn’t have come here, you’re right. And I regret it… But just… give me a few hours, yeah? I’ll find a way to get us out of here….”

I exhaled sharply, exhaustion weighing heavy on my head. I felt like I’d taken a pounding, physically and mentally and I wondered how a day that had started so well, could go so wrong, so fast…

Shaking my head, I trudged wearily to the elevator, knocking on the buttons before sagging against the wall, letting my eyes flutter shut.

Jungkook was dating.

Jungkook was dating. His girlfriend thought I was a slut and here I was about to prove her right.

I wanted to slit someone’s throat.

Sighing, I watched the door slide open, grabbing my keys out of my bag,  and moving to the suite. I opened the door before making a beeline for the bed. I collapsed on the soft duvet, groaning. I was torn between wanting to call Taehyung to yell at him about Jungkook and calling Minho to demand an update on the flights.

I was spared the dilemma when the phone in the room rang. Groaning, I moved to swat at the phone, turning on the speaker.

“Ms. Kim? There’s a Mr. Jeon here to see you?”

I blinked, feeling disbelief swell inside me. Did he not get the hint?

Annoyed, I sat up.

“Send him up.” I said, in no mood to go all the way down to see him.

“Up?” She sounded surprised, “ To your room?”

“Yes. To my room. Is that a fucking problem?” I growled, annoyed.

“Not at all Ms. Kim. He’ll be right up.”

I got out of bed, shrugging off my jacket and taking off my dress as well. It was a little damp because I’d sweated through the fabric. I grabbed one of my oversized t shirts , slipping it on and moving to open the door before retreating back to the inner room. Feeling annoyed, I walked up to the vanity and grabbed the hair brush, running the bristles through my locks. I heard his footsteps outside and stiffened.

“If you’re here to defend your shitty girlfriend, you can just leave Jungkook. I swear to God, I’ve had enough of this.” I shouted. He didn’t reply and my hackles rose.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I said something harsh-“ I froze when I reached the doorway, staring at the man in front of me. He had a large , almost humongous bouquet of wild orchids and roses in his hand and I stared at his face.  

This was definitely not Jungkook.

“Umm… hi.” The man bowed awkwardly, his gaze going straight to my legs, where my t shirt ended, just a couple of inches past my waist. I felt the blood rush to my face.

“Who are you…Get out !!!” I shouted, horrified, diving for my jacket and holding it up against my bare thighs. The man held both his hands up, eyes wide..

“I’m sorry… I… you said I could come up to your room….” He protested and I scowled, confused.

“What? “ I stared, stunned… “ Who…what?”

“I’m Wonwoo. Jeon Wonwoo. I’m uh….one of the sponsors for this festival. And a fan. Huge fan.” He was staring at me beseechingly and I felt my head begin to throb.

The sheer relentlessness of this day…..

“I… Mr. Jeon…” So weird, God, “ There’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not…. I thought you were someone else.”

“Jungkook yes…your ex husband, right? You were married to him for six months after he lost his wife….. He’s also one of the artists exhibiting their work here.” He nodded quickly, running long fingers through thick glossy hair, lips parting in a hesitant smile and I stared at him.

“How do you know all that? ” I demanded, heart pounding. He immediately held his hands up again.

“I’m sorry… I sound like a stalker, shit. But Trust me I’m not. I just am a huge fan.. I looked up some stuff about you….before.” He shuffled a bit awkwardly, finally looking up at me.

I tried to catch his scent. No scent to speak of. A beta then. Relaxing just a bit, I swallowed. At least I wasn’t in any immediate danger. But still, I had no intention of letting him see me in nothing but a t shirt. Embarrassed, I gripped the jacket tighter.

“Why are you here?” I demanded angrily, taking in his appearance. He didn’t look like a hoodlum or someone dangerous. He was good looking, dressed in a white t shirt and black Jacket over plain black slacks. His shoes looked expensive and I didn’t miss the shiny Rolex on his wrist either,.

“Well, for one thing I own the Hotel.” He chuckled and that made my stomach turn. “And also like I said, I’m one of the main sponsors for the Festival itself.”

“Right.” I was too disoriented to process this, head throbbing. “Of course. Is there a reason why you wanted to see me?”

“I was downstairs…just now… I couldn’t help but overhear you with your agent. You wanted to leave as soon as possible. To pull out of the event and I’m just here to try and change your mind, Ms. Kim.” He smiled earnestly and I realized he was really quite young.

I sighed.

“Could you… Could you wait outside? I want to put some clothes on before we talk any further.” I said tiredly and he bowed quickly.

“Uh… These…I’ll just leave these here.” He placed the large bunch of flowers on the table before quickly leaving the room and I swore, racing to the suitcase in the corner. I quickly grabbed a pair of jeans, slipping them on hastily and zipping myself up before glancing at the mirror again. This would have to do.

I moved to the door and opened it, finding him right there, looking lost.

“I… come in, please.” I said hesitantly and he bowed again, moving in and waiting for me to close the door and take a seat on the couch, before sinking into an arm chair across from me.

“Did you see the itinerary? It doesn’t get more sexualized than this.” I waved the booklet and he flushed.

“I understand you’re upset about … certain things. I’m sorry that you feel objectified , in the festival. It wasn’t the intention I had when I first told Hyorin and the others that I wanted them to invite you. But , I’ve been busy the past month, and I didn’t go over the complete agenda. If I did, I definitely would have made sure that you were treated with just as much respect as the others. Unfortunately, there’s not much I can do now, but I’ve had a word with all of the panelists and also the hosts. We won’t entertain any question or comments of a sexual nature and if anyone tries to insinuate anything , I’ll have them removed from the panel myself. “ He said firmly.

“I’m only here because you told me you would exhibit my mother’s works too.” I said sharply and he bowed.

“ Your mother’s works are just as exquisite and I’ve arranged for them to be displayed right at the center of the arena, with a running slide show of her childhood , her art technique and the great love she had for her daughter.” He said firmly.

I could only stare. He sounded incredibly sincere and there was no mistaking the earnestness in his tone.

“I’m….” I bit my lips, “  Listen, Mr. Jeon, I’m flattered but honestly, I never wanted to be here. I… there was … something else that made me want to come and well, that turned out to be a huge mistake. To be honest, I’m not sure if I have it in me to suffer through days of people treating me like I’m some kind of sex crazed bimbo.” I shook my head.

“how about this.? You let me be your date for tonight and you let me display your work, today at the dinner itself. I’ll be right by your side. And then, I’ll have my private jet on standby and we can fly back to Korea. You deserve the spotlight, Heejin and I want people to see how good you are at what you do. I don’t care if I lose money over this… As long as you’re comfortable. ”

I gawked at him, stunned.

“Private Jet?” I choked out. “ Okay, now I’m genuinely concerned.”

He laughed.

“I’m a Hotelier, and I have properties all over the world and I like to inspect them personally most of the time. Its more practical to have a private jet than to try and align my schedules with everyone else.” He smiled.

“Right. Convenient.” I shook my head. “ I’m no stranger to excessive wealth, Mr. Jeon and trust me, it’s always left a  sour taste in my mouth.”

“I don’t flaunt my wealth, Ms. Kim. These clothes? Got them on the streets of Florence. I drive a Mazda. Wealth has no meaning to me. People do. People like you, who bring beauty into the world with their craft. You’ve made my world beautiful and I just want to repay , in some way.” He smiled,  “ Also,  You’re very  beautiful.” He added and then immediately looked away. “ I’m sorry. That was… dumb . I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”

Endeared against my own wishes, I found myself fighting a small smile.

“Just tonight’s dinner?” I asked quietly.

“Just the dinner party.” He assured me quickly.

“Alright. But I’m not getting into any private Jet. My agent will book me tickets and I’ll find my way back to Korea.”

“As you wish. I’ll pick you up at seven. What color is your dress?” He asked casually and I blinked.

“Uh… Wine red? I guess? Why?”

He grinned, looking boyishly handsome.

“I’ll see you at seven, Ms. Kim.”

He bowed, before pausing by the bouquet. He grabbed a couple of  flowers, holding them up for me to see.  

“Daffodils and Lilacs.” He grinned, “ To finding something new to love. And to new beginnings.”

Wow.

Subtle.

I shook my head, momentarily forgetting all about Jungkook as I grinned all the way back to the bedroom.

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“I told you… coming with me will earn you major points.” Wonwoo smirked as he pulled me in by my waist , holding my dress up for me as I stared at the sleek black limousine at the Hotel entrance. I watched as he held my wrist gently, latching a string of sterling silver and red rubies around the delicate curve of it.

“This is too lavish…I don’t want this…Who are you?” I demanded, flushing because of the way the flashes went off in every direction, reporters scrambling when they caught sight of him. He was clearly popular, if the number of photos being clicked were any indication. I regretted everything.

Wonwoo pressed a kiss to my wrists, right near the bracelet and gently placed my palm on the curve of his elbow, leading me over to the car and I watched the chauffeur open the door for us.  

“ Someone who can get anyone here fired. Be careful , sweetheart.” I watched in mute horror as he bent low, picking up the hem of my skirt so I wouldn’t trip, while climbing into the limousine. The reporters began whispering excitedly and more flashes went off . My face completely red, I hastened to climb in.

“These people look at you like you’re some kind of King.” I stared out of the tinted windows seeing the sheer multitude of people and Wonwoo chuckled.

“ That’s because I am. At least for tonight. And that’s why I’m the perfect guy to protect you Heejin. They’re all terrified of me.” He winked.

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Jungkook found me, fifteen minutes into the event. I hung by the large archway, near an alcove, sipping champagne and nibbling on some hors d’oeuvre as people threw glances at me. I noticed the conspicuous lack of a date on his arm and straightened, sighing and bracing myself for more unpleasantness as he picked his way through the crowd, eyes trained on me.

“Can we talk?” He said, the minute he was at hearing distance and I exhaled.

“No.” I said casually and he made a noise of impatience.

“Fucking, hell Heejin..just…” He swore again, looking upset. “ Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me huh?”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“What do I want from you? Oh, fuck off Jungkook. I want nothing from you.” I snapped, turning on my heel, ready to leave but his hand shot out, gripping me right above my elbow, fingers curling in hard.

“Fuck.. listen. I don’t know what she said to you. I .. I’m sorry if she offended you…. Alright? She’s an alpha… I can’t change the way she thinks…”

“I didn’t ask you to. I merely said that if you associate yourself with people who think I’m scum, I won’t let you into my life. Because I respect myself too much for that.” I said firmly.

“She doesn’t think you’re scum, Heejin come on. She just has some misconceptions about certain things.”

“God, Jungkook…just stop. Alright? Stop. Because I’m not asking you do anything. I’m leaving on a flight tomorrow morning and you’ll never see me again. That’s all there is to it.”

He froze at that, fingers curling harder around my arm and it hurt, the skin turning red. Stupid fucker, never knew his own strength.

“Ow, Jungkook let go.” I whispered, and he did, albeit reluctantly.

I rubbed at the bruised skin, furious. I watched as the redness healed over, the pain fading to a throb and then into a pleasant heat and I hated it. Hated that being an omega meant that Jungkook’s rough touch turned to pleasure on my skin.

“What do you mean you’re leaving tomorrow? The Festival is for two weeks.”

I sighed.

“I didn’t come here for the festival. I came here to see you. To see if you were as hung up on me as I was on you…but apparently not.” I snapped.

Jungkook went perfectly still at that.

“What the fuck does that mean?” He said softly and I laughed, shaking my head.

“Wow. You really never even considered it huh? Us? Together.?” It wasn’t funny at all, but I could only laugh. Probably because I’d been so sure.. So certain that there was something there.

He opened his mouth to answer but I felt a warm solidness behind me, an arm wrapping around my waist and a second later, Wonwoo was there pressing up against me.

“Jungkook-ssi… Such a pleasure to meet you.” He held his hand out, and Jungkook frowned, his eyes trained on where wonwoo’s fingers curled around my waist.

“Get your hands off her.” He said shortly and Wonwoo blinked, pulling away from me and stepping back .

“What the-? No. Fuck you.” I snapped, glaring at Jungkook before grabbing Wonwoo’s hand and bringing it back around me. “Don’t you fucking dare take your hands off.” I held my finger up at his face and Wonwoo looked momentarily stunned.

“Really, Heejin? You’re doing this?” Jungkook glared at me. “ We need to talk.”

“So talk.” I snapped. “ Tell me why you think a bigoted bitch is the best you can do in terms of dating. Tell me why she’s the only one who can ‘ understand’ “ I made air quotes, shaking my head, “ You think you and your shitty have monopoly on grief Jungkook? I’ve lost people too. Just because I haven’t screwed other people over because of it, doesn’t make my grief invalid….yeah.”

Ringing silence followed and I regretted everything.

“Fuck.” I whispered, shaking my head. “ I .. Shit. I need to get out of here.”

I pulled away from Wonwoo, moving out of the huge ballroom and Jungkook was right behind me, of course he was.

“Heejin…fuck. Wait. You’re right. I didn’t mean to imply that you didn’t understand me. Of course you did. Its why you stuck around… I know that. And you’re right, she had no business talking about you like that. I’ll have a word with her… But…”

I sped up, wanting to get away but he grabbed me again, tugging me closer out of the hall way and into a darkened alcove and I flinched when he pushed me up against the wall, caging me in, as he pressed in closer.

“What did you mean by that?” He demanded, hands coming up to grip my waist, curling gently and my chest heaved at the touch of him, the enclosed space making his scent turn potent, strong and impossible to avoid. My nostril flared as I breathed him in, familiar and yet so foreign, comforting and yet so fucking dangerous.

“By what?” I snapped and his hands moved up, shaping the curves of my body , thumb grazing the tip of my breast and making me jump, before moving up, gripping my face, gently. He pressed his thumb into my lower lip, rubbing back and forth, face impossibly close and I swallowed, throat sandpaper dry.

“About us? Together….” He breathed and I exhaled shakily.

“You know what I meant.” I whispered. “ If you don’t then I can’t explain it.” I whispered and he swore, head dropping against mine, forehead resting against mine, and lips less than a hairsbreadth away.

We’ve never kissed, I thought suddenly. I licked my lips, turning my face away but his fingers gripped my chin at once, yanking me around to stare at him again.

“Look at me, baby. Tell me… You thought about us together?” He whispered .

I breathed shakily.

“Of course I did…. “ I snapped.

“Then clearly therapy isn’t working for you.” He snapped right back and I flinched.

“What-“

Jungkook pulled away staring at me.

“ Do you even remember all the shit I did to you?” He asked quietly. My stomach dropped.

“Jungkook.”

“I broke your ribs.” He said calmly. I swallowed.

“That.. That was an accident. You didn’t mean to.” I protested. “ And we’re past all that… I don’t… I don’t blame you for it.” I said, which was honest enough.

“And what about the nights I got drunk, Heejin….” He said softly and my skin went cold.

“That… That was just… It was just an outlet for your grief… “ I looked away and he scoffed.

“You’re calling it an outlet for grief. I believe the world calls it rape.”

I felt my entire body shiver at the word , moving up to wrap my arms around his neck, trying to pull him close but he was stiff as a board.

“ Don’t” I snapped. “ Don’t …. Its over…it’s in the past.”

“It was still me. I was the one who did it and I can’t… I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

I pulled away to glare at him.

“So , what? You won’t give us a chance because of something I’ve already forgiven you for?”

“Yes.” He said shortly. “ Because you may have forgiven me, but I haven’t forgiven myself.”

I felt my body sag in disbelief.

“Jungkook that’s-“

“You deserve better. You always have. I’m not… I don’t deserve someone like you Heejin. You’re kind and breathtaking and I’m just… a broken mess of a man who’s barely getting by.”

“Oh, right… So broken.” I scoffed. “ You’re on the front page of magazines, you have a successful career and a beautiful girlfriend,,,,forgive me if I’m not breaking my heart over your failures.”

Jungkook exhaled shakily before looking up at me.

“  You wanna know the truth about me, Heejin-ah?” He swallowed. “ I just got out of rehab last week.”

I went still.

“What?” I was sure I’d misheard.

“I… I came here and about a month or so in…I started drinking again…” He glanced away and my heart turned over inside me.

“Jungkook, what?” I demanded, horrified.

“I got drunk and got into an argument with a cop. I hit him. They found out I was a single father and-“ He shook his head, “ I got arrested for disorderly conduct , Public intoxication and assault.”

I stared at him in disbelief, unable to keep the disappointment out of my tone.

“ Arrested for assault... Jungkook why?” I breathed and he flushed.

“I know…. It was stupid.. I… I was stupid.” He said softly.  “Soeun isn’t a baby sitter. She’s a social worker. She’s here to keep an eye on me because they want to make sure I’m not a threat to Mina. If I slip up, they’ll deport me back home and then the state will likely take her away from me. Soeun likes me….so she agreed to lie to you ……And as for the girlfriend…” He laughed, shaking his head, “ Hyorin broke up with me after I got arrested. We’re not… We’re not dating. She was only there to get some prints for the panel tomorrow.” He finished shakily.

I stared at him.

“Why?” I demanded . “ Why would you lie to me… Jungkook ….”

“Because I didn’t want you to think I was a screw up.” He said shakily. “ I know I’m supposed to be getting better and I have but… But sometimes I just…I miss…. I miss home. “ He shuddered. “ And you.”  He looked up at me. “ I miss you a lot, Heejin and it hurts and I feel like the only way I can forget about you…about us together is if I drink. And I’m sorry. I know I don’t have the right to miss you, not after everything I put you through but I… it’s how I feel. ” He glanced away, trembling a little.

I wrapped my arms around myself, stepping away, feeling myself go cold.

We stayed quiet for a few seconds, both of us staring at the floor lost in our own thoughts. I felt drained. Miserably so. Like someone had sucked all the strength out of me. I realized how badly I had wanted Jungkook to be okay. To heal and be himself again. And I’d spent the last nine months, fully convinced that he was. That he was doing what he loved, bonding with his daughter building a life for himself.

But apparently, he was also spiraling back into addiction as well.

It was like we were back in that apartment, both of us miserable  but desperate to be something we clearly were not : Okay.

“Does Taehyung know?” I asked finally and Jungkook hesitated before nodding.

“He was at my court hearing three weeks ago. He’s the reason I haven’t already lost her.” Jungkook whispered.

“What did he say?”

“He thinks I should come back to Korea.” Jungkook said quietly. “ He wants me to start therapy again with him. Every week. “

I nodded.

“Fair enough. And what do you think?”

“I think I will. My probation ends in three days. I’ll… I’ll start making arrangements afterwards. I’ll probably be back in a few weeks time. ”

I stared at him, finally seeing the things I hadn’t noticed this morning. The shadows beneath his eyes, the worry lines on his brow. I wondered if he would have ever told me the truth, if not for this little confrontation between us.

Silence descended again and I bit my lips, a million thoughts running through my head. I felt the pull of his scent through it all, an instinctive urge to reach out and touch and draw him close and I wondered if this was it. That for the rest of our lives we would just be drawn to each other, reluctant and hurt but unable to stay away.

“You’re leaving tomorrow then?” He asked quietly breaking through the fog in my head.  

“Well obviously not.” I snapped. “ I’m not leaving you. I’ll tell Minho, we’ll be staying here for a few weeks. Do you actually have a possible job back home? If you don’t I can ask my agent to find one for you….”

Jungkook was staring at me like I’d grown an extra head.

“ What?” I asked roughly.

He swallowed.

“No.. I .. I don’t have a job there.”

“We’ll get you one. And my apartment is big enough so you can stay with me till we find you a place of your own. And I think it’ll actually be good for you, because there’s a Fine Art photographer, pretty well know guy who stays just a few blocks away and e can probably- “

“You haven’t really changed have you?” Jungkook cut me off in the middle of my rambling .

I flushed, looking away.

“What do you mean?”

“Back when we were married… it was just like this.. I’d fuck up and do something awful and you’d just take it all in stride, get ready to help me out of it….”

“I don’t know what you mean…” I said quickly, “ Let’s go back to the party we’ll talk later-“

He grabbed both my arms, pulling me back to face him when I tried to get past him and I yelped, staring up at him in surprise.

“What?” I demanded. “ What is it now?”

“How do you do this thing, Heejin ?” He asked roughly. “ How do you just get ready to clean up every fucking mess I make like it doesn’t hurt you? Like I don’t hurt you?”

“What are you talking about?” I tried to wriggle out of his hold but he tugged me closer.

“How do you just…” He shook his head, “ accept me so unconditionally? Like… Its like no matter what I do, you’re just willing to look past it and I don’t fucking understand Heejin… why do you put up with me, damn it?”

I stared right at him. Caught his gaze and held it, refusing to look away.

“You know why.” I whispered, licking my lips, throat dry,  “ And if you don’t…. I’m not going to tell you.”

His eyes widened , lips parting and he exhaled sharply, before letting me go and stepping away.

He looked away, shaking a little and I sighed.

“Let’s just get this night over with, yeah?” I said quietly. “ and then we’ll talk.”

He didn’t reply, merely standing aside and motioning for me to leave first.

I shook my head, moving to grip his arm instead.

“Together.” I said firmly. “ We’ll get this night over with, together.”

 Author’s Note : i love these two. i’ve never wanted two people to be together so much. 

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[skyward-floored]

So... this post by @keenane (which was based off of my post) has been haunting my brain ever since I saw it, so I wrote this short thing out in like an hour yesterday and cleaned it up today so uh... here just take it

(After Sunset pt.4, so... blood warning)

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Time sits behind Twilight as they canter along on Epona, a hand carefully gripped around the young man in front of him.

He tells himself it’s to keep from falling off, as the saddle isn’t really made for two, but he knows it’s mostly to make himself feel better, keeping an arm around his protege who currently has a bloody gash in his side.

Twilight’s grip on the reins hasn’t faltered once, but Time can feel how his protégé is shaking in front of him, blood loss no doubt affecting him more the longer they take to reach their destination.

Time breaths out slowly and shifts his hand, sticky blood on his fingers.

“You doing all right?” he directs in front of him, and Twilight merely nods, exhaustion more than evident in the movement. Time would like to think he doesn’t verbally reply because the wind would whip away his answer, but he knows it’s likely because of the pain Twilight is in.

Golden three how did it come to this?

Time shifts his grip again, the comforting feeling of Twilight’s heartbeat easing his worry only slightly. He can tell the beat isn’t as strong as it should be, the steady thrum weakened by the blood escaping its owner’s wound.

He breaths in slowly, then lets it out, tightening his grip.

They’re almost there. Just a little longer.

They pass through the hills and enter the valley where the little village lies ahead, and Twilight slumps further down in the saddle the longer they ride. By the time they reach the village and are directed to a healer, Twilight is gripping Epona’s reins like they’re the only thing keeping him upright, and Time can see him trembling now.

“Just a bit further, we’re almost there,” he says quietly, and Twilight gives him a terse nod.

Time nearly wants to cry when the sign that reads HEALER comes into view, and feels Twilight slump further in relief. Even in the rancher’s dazed state he manages to direct his horse over near the door, and he reins Epona to a stop, hands still gripping the ropes.

They’ve made it, but now Time is in a bit of a conundrum.

He doesn’t want to dismount, doesn’t want to leave Twilight by himself for even a second in his condition, but the healer isn’t likely to just waltz out and happen to see them. Not to mention they’re going to have to make it to the inn at some point as well. It makes more sense for Twilight to stay seated while Time gets off and knocks.

So as much as he hates to, he dismounts, giving Epona a pat and a quiet thank you before turning his attention to his descendant.

His descendant. Goddesses.

Malon is going to kill him when she hears what’s happened.

“Keep pressure on it all right?” he says, catching Twilight’s slightly glazed eyes, and the rancher obeys, shifting his arm slightly. “I’ll get the healer and be right back.”

Twilight just gives him another nod.

Time half-walks half-runs the short distance to the door, giving it a firm knock that’s verging more then a little on desperate.

He hears shuffling from the inside and shifts his weight, fiddling with his gauntlets as he tries not to be impatient.

How long can it take to walk over and answer the door?

“...old man..?”

Time immediately turns at the sound of Twilight’s weakened voice, and both his eyes widen as the rancher starts to fall off Epona’s back, the mare beneath him giving a fearful nicker.

A curse escapes his lips and he bolts.

He nearly has to dive to catch his Twilight, but catch him he does, and one look at the pallor of the rancher’s face is enough to send his heart stuttering. He puts one hand on Twilight’s wound and the other supports his shoulder, and he shakes him gently, trying to get movement, a twitch, something out of him.

“Rancher, you with me?” he asks, somehow managing to keep his voice steady.

Twilight’s eyes flick open and he moves his hand atop Time’s, a shaking but still-firm grip.

“Yeah. Guess I uh... I slipped,” he chuckles, then goes quiet. “It w-wasn’t... ‘pona’s fault...”

Time grips his shoulder, forcing himself not to hold it too tightly.

“I know, she’s a good girl just like you said. I’m going to give her all the apples she wants after this for getting us here so fast.”

Twilight smiles a bit at that, then coughs a few times.

“Just hang on rancher,” Time says softly, feeling a flicker of relief as he hears the door behind them finally open. “Don’t give up now.”

Twilight meets Time’s gaze, still gripping his hand that’s clasped over the wound.

“I won’t,” he rasps, blood on his chin.

“Not yet.”