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serafiel-jacobs · 8 months ago

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Riddle Me This (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

Pinocchio could tell something was wrong right away when his father came home earlier from work with Venigni by his side.

“It’s Arlecchino again” Venigni looked so frustrated.

The plan was to talk about this when work was over however a dead body was found outside the factory, crudely looking as if it was a puppet that was going to be assembled, but worse is a small detail everyone found odd, everyone but Venigni since the corpse had something sticking from its eye, a cruel reminder of his beloved childhood toy the puppet once stole, the toy his parents were making for him.

Everyone had to leave for the police to investigate.

“I hate to admit it but he is too good a what he does, if we don’t stop him now he will only cause more harm” Geppetto knows that the alchemists now have become their second priority.

After all the King of Riddles body count is now 27, not seeming to stop any time soon.

“I believe it’s because of the Ergo that was used on him” Gemini chirped and explained what Arlecchino had told Pinocchio all the way back in Arche Abbey while trapped.

“The Ergo of a serial killer? Well now everything makes sense” Geppetto wondered how he was so methodical, how after so many kills no one was even close to finding the true identity.

It’s not as if the police were the only ones looking, the media and private reporters are as well, that puppet covers his tracks, he makes sure not to leave a trace.

Before Venigni could even open his mouth to explain what he found, the sound of a phone ringing inside the home began to resonate.

“How the hell did he get this number?!” Geppetto shouted he was furious, this is bad, he has their phone number and therefore knows where they live, if Geppetto were alone that would be a nightmare to think of, not to mention he could send danger their way without even being near the house.

Pinocchio took a deep breath and answered the phone, already knowing the phone call was for him.

“What a fine day in the-”

“Give us the dumb riddle” Pinocchio is so done with him.

A laugh robotic laugh could be heard from the other side.

“When did you become such a brat? Whatever, I guess being a good boy can’t last forever, I mean the two of us share a common enemy, And thankfully for me, you are very clever”

Pinocchio stayed quiet, if he gets more angry like last time that will only make Arlecchino happy.

“The alchemists are building something special” Arlecchino smiled, “So they need me to distract the crowd”

Not everything has to rhyme. He is the King of Riddles, not a caricature.

“But they have me bound to their will, alchemists and their weird funny magic you know?” He has always despised them, “I can’t say the name of the man in charge, although maybe if you answer my riddle I’ll give you a hint”

Pinocchio had already demanded to hear it so there was no need to repeat himself, still there was a tense silence from the other line, Arlecchino staying quiet for some reason.

“Well you see the more noise, the more panic, This state making everyone manic; Hiding away their true intentions, It’s easy for them to hide their inventions, But how do you hide something so big? In fact, what is it that the more there is, the less you see?

“Darkness” Pinocchio answered quickly.

“Are you cheating?” Arlecchino sounded annoyed.

“Maybe your riddles are just too easy” Pinocchio had always answered correctly, also he had seen that one before in a book he owns.

Arlecchino huffed from the other line, “Okay fine, Venigni you sure are blind you know that?”

Venigni wanted to be mad but he felt scared, he felt truly powerless, this puppet only torments him, and for what? What does he have to gain from all of this?

Pinocchio looks at Venigni, should he tell him what Arlecchino told him? That he sees Venigni as his masterpiece? That he loves seeing him in pain? How would his uncle react?

“Your hospital has a little rat, who likes to have their fun on the side” Arlecchino was delighted, “Maybe you should check the morgue, a little surprise awaits you all”

The sound of the other line being cut was heard.

They all sat down to properly talk about this while waiting for Venigni to compose himself again.

“He said the alchemists are making something special and that’s true” Venigni took out some papers he had brought in.

“I had to recreate these supposed plans but obviously there are many missing parts, not knowing exactly what this machine is supposed to be also doesn’t help” Venigni showed them incomplete blueprints he had made by recreating his decipher research.

Venigni pointed at one of the drawings, “At the very least I can tell this is a high-powered flame amplifier, although way bigger than the ones we use”

“That’s it, they are making some machine to make anima!” It all made sense to Geppetto now.

Venigni looked confused and they explained it to him.

“Mmm maybe that’s true but there is also something here that doesn’t make much sense” Venigni pointed at another of the drawings, “This is strange, it almost looks like a blood transfusion bag”

Geppetto looked at it, it was definitely something that needed to be connected to pump some sort of liquid as if it constantly had to be run for it to continue to work.

As for the rest of the blueprints, if the two men worked together they might be able to figure out more, for now, there is the matter of the hospital.

“The morgue is in the basement of the emergency services unit” Venigni explained, “Geppetto I know that you don’t like going to them but you are going to have to come”

Venigni was worried now that the King of Riddles knew the address, it wasn’t a good idea for Geppetto to be alone.

Geppetto took a deep breath, it was already hard enough going for his appointments even if things were going better, he can’t be so close to an intensive care unit again.

“It’s okay friend” Venigni had gained back his confidence knowing Geppetto needed his support, “We can wait outside while Pinocchio investigates”

Geppetto knows he has to do this and truly he should be the one comforting Venigni, not the other way around knowing how The King of Riddles likes to torment his friend.

They can both support each other.

——

Pinocchio entered the morgue, if someone were to ask he can just say he was given special permission by Venigni, which is true. To make it a little more convincing there is also the excuse that he is curious about medicine and would like to learn more about it.

Pinocchio looked around the place, he first opened a big fridge thinking that maybe the clue was inside, but there were only preserved body parts and a cake for some reason.

There were two small offices, probably to take notes of autopsies and he began to look around, he started opening journals and anatomy books to see if there was something inside.

“Mmm Gemini this is weird” Pinocchio had opened a strange magazine that had naked people in it, “It doesn’t look like all the other anatomy-“

“PINOCCHIO CLOSE THAT RIGHT NOW!” Gemini was mortified who the hell keeps that sort of thing in their place of work?!

“Huh?” Pinocchio was now confused, “But what if there is something important hidden inside?”

“Trust me, there isn’t” Gemini’s lamp was now red, “I’m doing you a favor, you wouldn’t want your father to know you were looking at that”

Pinocchio didn’t understand but Gemini was probably right that there was nothing important inside.

The only thing he hasn’t checked yet is the morgue drawers, so there must be something inside one. Pinocchio doesn’t want to open random drawers to look at corpses, it feels disrespectful, so he analyzes them carefully and finds what he was looking for, very faintly but you could see a trinity symbol in one of them, he tried opening it but it was locked, none of the keys were working meaning it was stuck and he will need to open it with force.

“Wait” Gemini chipped and got out of his cage, “There is a small hole I can fit into”

The less attention they draw to themselves the better, so Gemini went inside with his tiny sword. It was a good thing, he shinned in the darkness and saw that there was a trap, rigged so that if Pinocchio tried opening it with force he would get electrocuted. Gemini used his sword as a lock pick and opened it, getting out and jumping onto Pinocchio’s shoulder.

Pinocchio couldn’t celebrate Gemini’s ingenuity as he opened the drawer and gasped in shock.

This corpse looked like him, well not like him exactly, more like it crudely was trying to resemble him, this wasn’t just one body it was many stitched together to achieve that look. He looked at it closer and started shaking, no… this wasn’t supposed to look like him, the eyes forced into this corpse were brown and the scalp sewed to the head had brown curly hair.

Pinocchio closed his eyes, didn’t want to look at it, then he felt thankful that his father wasn’t there to see this, it was hard yet he needed to do this. Opening his eyes he examined the corpse, there was a hole in the chest and Pinocchio could tell there was something inside. He reached to touch it, pulling out a necklace with a ruby in its center.

He left still shaking a little, his father asked what was wrong but he didn’t want to explain. Pinocchio showed them the necklace, it was normal jewelry, nothing engraved, nothing hidden, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Oh, that necklace!” One of the nurses had noticed them, “Where did you find it? Doctor Garret has been looking for it”

Venigni knows every doctor who works at this hospital so he knows who Frederick Garret is, truthfully with his famous reputation is hard to not know him. As he seems to know about everything, you can go with him for a heart condition, skin condition, eye problems, an infection, a virus, you name it, he knows how to treat them.

Now that Venigni thinks about it, he has seen this necklace, he sometimes talks with the staff, the man has this necklace displayed in his office, and if he remembers correctly it’s a family heirloom.

“I will give it back to him personally” Venigni was already suspicious.

That left Pinocchio and his father alone, who once again asked if everything was okay.

🔴………………………..𖦹……………………🔴 Tell him about the Body Make an Excuse 🔴………………………..𖦹……………………🔴

———

Venigni looked at the Stalker next to the door, the young girl giving him a friendly smile and explaining the doctor was with a patient.

“Have we met before?” Venigni could tell she looked familiar.

“We have,” Blue said casually, “I did attend many events held by you when I was younger, my parents tended to drag at least two of us”

Blue’s parents tended to mostly take her since she has always been very well behaved, when she was younger people would say she was mature for her age when really it was more that she knew what to do in social situations with adults. Having great manners and knowing what to say to others, or rather how to people please without looking too obvious.

“Oh yeah, you are uhh….” Dammit, why does Mr. Lucero have so many children? Why is his good memory failing him now? She is blonde so, “Genevieve?”

“No, I’m-“ Before she could fully correct him, the patient left and Venigni excused himself entering inside, well at least he didn’t recognize her, which means her mask does work well in hiding her identity.

At least that’s what she wants to think, even if realistically she already knows why he got confused.

“Lorenzini Venigni” Frederick spoke with polite flattery, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I heard you were looking for this” Venigni had his usual charismatic yet a little pretentious tone, “I found it and thought I should give it to you in person”

Frederick looked shocked, “I’ve been looking for it everywhere” He was almost convinced another staff member must have stolen it.

The man looked extremely relieved, almost forcefully taking it away from him to have it in his hands again.

“Do you happen to frequent the morgue?” Venigni asked, “It was found there during an inspection”

“Yes I do, although I don’t recall taking it out of this room” Frederick looked puzzled, something was off, although he had taken it home a few times for personal reasons, “Perhaps I simply forgot it there, with so much work there are a few times I’ve misplaced things”

He has been so busy lately, his job as a doctor and his true goal, it’s most likely the reason he didn’t notice. He should take it back home, he has it in his office to remember her, but if he ever were to lose it again…

Frederick looks tired, almost as if he didn’t sleep well last night. Still, he was trying to act normally, Venigni saw him taking notes with his right hand and noticed something, then he switched to the left and noticed something in the writing as well.

“You look tired” Venigni snapped his fingers, “I should treat you one of these days to a drink so that we can relax together”

“Oh, no thank you Mr. Venigni” Frederick wanted him to leave as soon as possible before he started parroting about whatever things were currently on his mind, “You don’t have to, both of us are very busy men, it is better to tend to our work schedule”

“Nonsense” Venigni began to walk around the room, making conversation about hanging out, when he found himself behind Frederick, he carefully looked at the notes, a quick glance before looking away without the man suspecting a thing.

As he suspected, he had written the word Anima two times.

“Well, I assume your next patient will arrive soon” Venigni gave him a playful smile, “Hopefully we can arrange plans, I would love to hear more of what you do, and even better I would you to hear of my creative genius”

“Yes” Frederick was trying his hardest not to look annoyed, “Hopefully we can spend time together”

Venigni left the room, happy about his findings, leaving behind the doctor and the stalker.

Blue looked at Venigni curiously as he walked away, that man talked loudly so she could hear the entire conversation. Realizing he was trying to distract the doctor for some reason, it’s a trick she has seen many times while attending high-class events.

“Not your business Blue” She had to remind herself, just look for another client, she also needed to have a serious talk with her father about what she was capable of.

—

“So does this mean that Frederick is the one behind all of this?” Geppetto asked.

They were in Venigni’s home now, thinking about what to do.

“It seems so” Venigni doubted he was working for someone else, Frederick is not the type of man to be a henchman, “Is Arlecchino really giving us this information just like that?”

“He hates the alchemists, yet even for him, this seems too obvious” Gemini moved his little antennas in confusion.

“I believe that’s what he wants” Pulcinella spoke up, “He is giving us the obvious answer because it’s making us doubt the truth”

Not only has Pulcinella researched him well, but he knows what he is capable of firsthand, he wants to make them second guess themselves.

“I do have clues on his possible location” Pulcinella showed a map of Krat that had red marks, “Most of his killings tend to be around the same area, aside from the ones made specifically to taunt us”

From Moonlighting Town to the Mallum District, it made sense. Places like Rosa Isabelle Street or Elysion Boulevard are more monitored and secured because of the status associated with them, being basically “rich people” areas.

“So what? Do we investigate there? Where would we even start?” Gemini is starting to feel like a detective, “Mmm Pinocchio are you okay? You seem distracted”

“I’m fine” Pinocchio lied, like how he lied to his father, “Also trying to think about what to do”

Pulcinella sighed, “I believe that for today this is all we can do”

Arlecchino won’t give them any more clues until he makes a new trap.

“In the meantime, Geppetto perhaps you and I should work on the plans for the Grand Exhibition”

“Are you guys making evil mining puppets again?” Pinocchio was reminded of those awful things with their saw-blades and drills.

“Son they aren’t evil, although I get that they can look a little intimidating” Geppetto admitted that to the average person, they probably look a little scary.

“That’s because you didn’t have to fight them” The Grand Exhibition was a nightmare for Pinocchio. He got tossed around like a rag-doll by those things, he wonders how many times Sophia had to save him.

“Come on son, they are actually great for their designated purposes, you see-“ Geppetto wanted to explain to his son so that he wouldn’t have a negative opinion but Pinocchio mumbled something under his breath.

“Technically you made them evil with Law 0 so I’m right”

“What did you say?!” Geppetto shouted, that brat was testing his patience.

“Nothing!” Pinocchio was backtracking hard, “Oh um yeah! That sounds really interesting!”

Before Geppetto could speak up again Pinocchio hugged him and gave him a smile, “I love you too Father”

Geppetto couldn’t get mad after that, so he patted his son’s head, telling him that he was giving him a chance this time.

Venigni laughed, he found it amusing. At any rate, talking about the Grand Exhibition can distract them from this mess while making progress at work.

At least it distracted him, Venigni didn't stop talking for 3 hours straight, aside from Pucinella the rest of them were wondering how he didn't get tired from all that speaking, Venigni's throat had to be something else if he could talk for hours like this on the daily.

—-

“Why would Cat and Fox be with Lorenzini Venigni?” Rusty was moving her feet while sitting on a table, “I thought he hated them”

“He does hate them, so I’m as puzzled as all of you” Tiger was trying to make sense of it, “You said they seemed to be arguing while leaving did you manage to hear the conversation?”

“Unfortunately I couldn’t” Sabertooth hates to admit that she probably has hearing problems, she can’t be seen as weak, “I had to keep my distance”

“Could they have gone to apologize?” Lion was out of ideas, “After all having Venigni out of all people as an enemy is not a good idea”

“But I thought no one else knew about what happened at the factory” Rusty grabbed some desk decorations and started to play with them, “Only us because of our client and also maybe Geppetto’s doll”

“Rusty, obviously Venigni and his associates know about this” Lion said, “I do find it odd he has never made a complaint, although it's possible that he just wanted to leave that mess behind, I can't blame him, honestly I try to forget everything that happened during that time”

“Speaking of Geppetto’s doll” Sabertooth rolled her eyes, “Our client wants us to keep a close eye on the thing”

“Come on Saber” Tiger looked irritated, “I get you aren’t a fan of puppets but let’s not call him that”

“Ugh shut up Tiger” Sabertooth pointed a finger at him, “I get that you have a soft spot for puppets but the rest of us here don’t”

“Dude, they are only objects” Lion crossed her arms, “It’s not as if they have true feelings, it’s more like pretend feelings”

“Yeah it’s the doll Geppetto uses to play family” Rusty giggled. Her family taught them puppets are only tools to serve so that has to be true.

“Whatever” Tiger dropped the subject, “Spying on him will be a hard task”

“How come?” Lion didn’t see the reasoning.

“Because when he is in public he is always either in populated areas or with his father, Antonia or Venigni” Tiger was trying to remember more putting a finger in his face in deep thought, “Not to mention how he seems to have a good amount of knowledge on Krat’s streets”

“Wow Tiger, do you have a crush on the puppet or something?” Lion was teasing him.

“What? No!” Tiger exclaimed angrily, “My parents force me to go to those stupid galas and he is always there with one of them, also I go to Elysion Boulevard and Rosa Isabelle Street often to take pictures, he always wanders around those places”

Tiger loves photography, cameras are a recent invention, and recently now that polaroids were invented he got his hands on one and has started to take pictures, it’s a hobby he loves.

“I wouldn’t blame you, Geppetto’s doll is very pretty” Rusty was also teasing him.

“Huh, it seems you are right Tiger,” Sabertooth said, trying to come up with a plan, “Since you already frequent those places you can keep an eye on him from a distance”

Tiger nodded, that seemed like the best solution.

“As for the rest of us, I don’t doubt that Geppetto will take his doll to the Grand Exhibition” Sabertooth as always took the main direction as their leader, “Lion you and I will observe him there, you should too from time to time Tiger”

Lion was on board, still “Okay, what about Rusty?”

“I can’t spy on the cute doll because I have to be in class” Rusty pouted, it starts in the afternoon but her studies are different than most, not to mention that by the time it finishes, she should be in bed.

“You go to school?” Tiger had never seen her talk about homework or classmates.

“Private tutors,” Rusty said, that’s why she has way more free time than kids her age, as well as why she can be a stalker with no issues.

Despite that freedom, that’s not enough so the others will have to deal with the spying.

“What do you even do pipsqueak?” Tiger pinched Rusty’s cheek, “Starting to think you are only part of the team as decoration”

“Hey!” Rusty slapped his hand away, “You know how super strong I am”

“I guess that’s the plan” Lion grabbed nail polish, ready to make her nails, “Hey Carlo was trying to become a stalker why-

“I have a perfect idea” Sabertooth interrupted her, knowing what she would say, “Carlo was trying to become a stalker, I’m sure the offices still have some of his belongings, we could make an excuse to see Geppetto by delivering them”

“I was going to-“

“Shut up Lion”

“Sorry Saber” Lion knows she is the second in charge, she shouldn’t have tried to outrank Sabertooth.

“I’ll go and fetch them, we need to check where we can get the puppet and Geppetto alone to make this work” Sabertooth praised herself for her ingenuity.

Sabertooth isn't stupid, she knows Frederick is an alchemist and doesn't care because her family is working for him, her parents are alchemists as well, she knows many things others don't, specially her team, she cares about them but she can't let them know the truth.

—-

“Father, can we talk?”

Blue found her father in one of the stables, brushing the mane of one of the older horses.

Her father gave her a warm smile “Sure my candy, what do you need?”

My candy, he gives her and all her sisters cute nicknames, he is a good father just too paranoid about her safety, or maybe that’s what any normal parent would do.

“I think I don’t want to work with Dr. Garret anymore”

“Why is that?” Her father looked confused, “Did something happen? Me and him went to school together you know?”

“Yes, father I remember” Blue’s father is 48, the same age as the doctor, apparently, Dr. Garret wasn’t a popular kid, although he has never told him why, at least until now.

“Don’t worry he was always a little weird” Her father was reassuring him, “Harmlessly weird”

“Weird how?” Blue was confused, okay he is already strange but she wants to know how the man was a child.

“Oh that’s old childhood memories, it’s nothing too important” Her father put the brush aside, “He was very shy and awkward that’s all, he never made eye contact with anyone, I did hear some rumors that he would kill animals, those were some ridiculous rumors, like for the rumors they made about me, have I told you the-“

“Yes father you told me about that weird rumor that people thought you ate a frog” Blue knows that her father tends to repeat the same stories from the past.

“He was always so smart, I was not surprised when he became such a great doctor although I did find it odd considering how many classes he skipped, mhmm, I believe he got in trouble at school for that, It was odd because he would attend school but not the classes, I wonder where he would run off to, probably to investigate things on his own, he was always reading books, maybe school was boring for him due to his intelligence”

Her father seems to have a lot of faith in the doctor, is it because they know each other?

“I had many friends, I was a friendly young man, Frederick not so much, so I wanted to be nice-”

Blue interrupted her father, “I know, I know you were a popular kid, father I want a real job”

“That is a real job, as long as someone has some sort of thing to do it counts as a job”

Blue gave out a sigh of frustration, she was ready to get into an argument with her father when tried walking closer to her and fell to the floor.

“Father are you alright?!” Blue helped him get back up, handing him his cane that had fallen as well.

“I am, candy don’t worry about me” Blue’s father looked exhausted. “I… haven’t been feeling my best, that must be my age”

Her father isn’t that old, Blue knows that this is because of his leg injury, she can tell that her father has been having more issues with walking lately, although he hides it pretty well by riding the horses where he needs to go. Not to mention the damage to his spine, her mother is also starting to get concerned about her father's attentiveness.

“You should rest” Blue was filled with anxiety, “Let’s go back to the house, we can talk about this later”

“I’m not as fragile as I look” Her father teased her, “Say, why don’t we race to the house?”

Blue faintly smiled, that was a good idea, anything that could cheer her father up, she is aware that lately, he has these feelings of feeling useless, of not feeling strong like a “true man”, he tries to hide those feelings. Some of her other sisters have started to notice as well, it doesn’t help that people sometimes talk behind his back.

She is starting to believe the people of Krat are extremely noisy and some have nothing better to do than to start dramas.

Each of them grabbed a horse and had a quick race to the front of the mansion. Blue knows not to insult her father by going easy on him, she gave it her all and still lost, it made her happy that her father had a good time.

She helped her father go to his study while she went to her room.

“Ugh this is ridiculous” She was taking off her boots and mask in frustration.

A few birds flew her way, the birds flocked to her room from the opened window each time she arrives. One of them had a letter in its beak, she picked it up, a message from one of her sisters, they have this secret way of communicating.

She wrote back what her sister needed to know, sometimes living in the lap of luxury can be exhausting when you have to follow all the social norms, not being able to say what you truly want to say, specially if you are a woman.

So they came up with this system to give themselves tips or say what cannot be said out loud.

Blue spent time in her room for hours, only going downstairs for dinner, the dark was setting and she turned on her special lights, her stupid fear of the dark taking over her.

It’s not like it is her fault, if those bullies hadn’t locked her in that dark horrible basement at boarding school she wouldn’t have this irrational phobia.

She remembers that it was Sophia Monad who found her sobbing inside, apparently all those moths fluttering around were her pets. Blue wonders what happened to Sophia, no one has ever seen her since her parents' death, and most likely she died as well, that’s so sad, Sophia was a nice girl.

Blue changed clothes, getting ready for bed, the birds flew away to rest too, and she closed her eyes.

Hopefully, she can come up with a way to quit her job without upsetting her father in her dreams.

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p fanfic #ao3 link #this is in ao3 too #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p geppetto #lies of p oc #lies of p king of riddles #lies of p venigni #lies of p pulcinella #lies of p gemini

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genderqueer-miharu · 2 years ago

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Talking more about yuno's situation, the whole abortion thing doesn't really make sense to me because if that's really what she did then it'd be really...boring??? I mean compared to every other prisoner yuno already feels out of place here but in a good way, she's observant, she's more self aware than anyone else, she's great at reading all the other prisoners she was the first one to say "fuck you" to everything in milgram, which is already such an interesting stance and direction for a character to take in a project like this, so why would they waste such a good and interesting concept like this if her "murder" was just abortion.

Not only that but like, every other character in milgram has done really bad things, like outside of their murders every other character has done something terrible too. Haruka killed a bunch of animals, fuuta was harrassing people online, mu bullied people at school, kotoko was beating people for fun, amane is here trying to start a cult again, shidou stole people's organs for god sake, compared to them what did yuno do? Like she was a sex worker and...had an abortion??? That's it?? It just doesn't track. From a narrative perspective and from everything that milgram is trying to do it doesn't make sense for yuno's murder to be an abortion.

But aside from all of that her reaction and behaviour in this trial makes more sense to me if she really did kill someone. She is annoyed at the audience for seeing her as a poor naive little girl who didn't know what she was getting into so then she went "i knew very well what i was getting into i chose all of this you think i'm some victim you really don't understand anything about me right?" And she literally said "innocent? I'm so not that" does this mean she wanted to be guilty? Not necessarily, she just doesn't want to be judged or psychoanalyzed like that. She hates people making assumptions and speculating about her, but unfortunately this is the way milgram works, which is why she mentioned in her audio drama that she hates milgram, the position she took goes against the way milgram works, it's like she's opposing the entire system. I don't think she would've been happy with either result, she already told us "Don't weigh me, meassure me against your morality", she doesn't need our opinion and she doesn't need our validation, she doesn't want the opinion of someone who doesn't know her, she doesn't need someone else to choose wether she's forgiven or not.

To me her reaction doesn't just say "stop telling me i'm innocent because i want to be guilty" but rather "stop trying to judge me and my actions based on the idealized fake version of me you've created in your head". She's not just angry that she was voted innocent, that's part of it but at the end of the day i don't think she cares either way, she's mad that she was voted innocent AND that people are going out of their way to make false assumptions and incorrect theories about her, this includes her abortion being her "murder". She's mad because people who don't even know her are judging her based on things that are just not true, or at least not the full story. This is why in Tear Drop she destroys that luxurious and elegant room she was in, that she was forced to be in, this is why she jumps towards us tearing the curtains apart at the end, she wants us to see her true self, she jumps in front of us in a way we can't ignore. This is why she says: "If you want 'me', come marco i'll polo" along with the reference to Umbilical right after this, she wants to be caught, she gave us the clues already, they're there in her first mv, it's up to us now to find out what she did, to find her true self, after all that's what we're here to do right?

#this is just how i feel and what i think about her whole situation #i didn't even get into actual analysis of her mv it's more about her situation

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01001000-01000001-01001100 · 2 years ago

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Dropping random facts about my trollstuck AU on my silly little sideblog while the other people involved in it are asleep B]

(because I might come to my senses and delete this later)

So you've got Hal, see, and he's a fuchsiablood, so he's a seadweller

Yeah this mf wears a wetsuit everywhere (all the easier to clean the blood off of amirite)

Short for a fuchsiablood his age but like. Still over 6 feet tall (BEFORE HIS ADULT MOLT! He's gonna be like 11 feet tall after it :,) because even if I can't be absurdly tall he can)

Since """"biological sex"""" is even less of a thing for trolls than for humans, one could argue that it doesn't make sense for him to be trans in the first place since theoretically gender is arbitrary and every troll is inherently trans and intersex therefore none of them are, but he's still trans Because I Said So

Adding on to that, since he's a royalblood (and according to the wiki they're all female) everyone probably just went 'wait, MALE?????' and so he probably had The Trans Experience™ of being frequently misgendered by strangers. At least before he grew to notoriety

bitch why does misgendered have the red squiggly line under it it's a real fucking word

*clears throat* ANYWAYS

Trolls have a bunch of cat behaviors also Because I Said So (I'm a catboy ok what did you expect). Like purring and shit

Similarly, there's a like. Biological response (I guess? I'm bullshitting here. It's pheromonal or some shit idk) to keep moirails from murdering each other when one is in a capital-r Rage (or even just regular pissed and murdery) and the other is within Murdering Distance (This is canon compliant as far as I know)

Hal literally stole someone's bones one time it's genuinely established canon (I'm not even kidding he telekinetically ripped out their fucking bones one at a time. He was very, VERY pissed and, well, in a Rage)

He changed his typing quirk at some point to match his moirail's more closely

}It used t() l()()k s()mething like this, if I re((all ((()rre((tly{

(Well. That's the in-universe reason. Really it was annoying to read so I changed it)

This AU has been rotating slowly in the back of my mind for quite some time so the Ye Olde typing quirk was actually a thing I came up with months ago in real time and the changing it thing was more recent

I'm brainrotting send help

Hal can't kill the condesce for. Normal reasons (*coughs into my fist* brainwashing actually but shh.)

Yeah it’s a whole thing

There’s also the whole. Helming thing

I am SOOO normal about mind fuckery *kicking my feet and giggling*

Anyways. Hal's weapon of choice is a naginata rather than a katana because something something fish->spear->weeb

Yeah sure he PREFERS to fight with telekinesis generally but "there's something so satisfying about stabbing people y'know???" (for legal reasons this is a joke I have never stabbed anyone)

He would do anything for his moirail tbh (this comes up often. It... causes problems down the line. The sheer devotion of this man smh.... it's also due to Normal Reasons btw)

why am I being vague about who his moirail is the only people who might see this post already know it's just Dirk :\

fuck it we ball. *commits to the bit*

who am I even talking to here I've addressed statements toward a General Audience but also don't intend for random people to see this

uhhhhh anyways. one eye is fuchsia the other is good ol' #e00707

(I project on to this mf SO MUCH- like I even fuckin realized his relationship with the condesce could be seen as an allegory for my relationship with my father and the trauma bonding wait why I am talking about this on the World Wide Web jegus grist)

uhhh uhh anyways he's in a kismesissitude with Jake

I have a shipping chart of this actually it's titled "THE POLYCULE"

It's on paper but it looks something like this (the other two alpha kids are omitted):

Yeah

he's a femboy

I typically use the term 'boi' to refer to him yes this is deliberate and not just Ha Ha Funneeee Meme

He's absolutely just. Gender goals.

though it's unorthodox for the higher-blooded moirail in a moirallegiance to do, he wears lots of accessories of his moirail's blood color because Fuck The Hemospectrum

This doesn't stop him from showering his moirail in gifts of clothes and jewelry of his own blood color tho. Probably a troll thing tbh

There are So Many things where I'm just like 'ha ha troll instinct' I should probably write down all the random shit that is canonically (in this AU anyway) just A Troll Thing.

A solid 80% of the things Hal does are 'to piss off condy'

gotDAMN do I want to rp right now. I want to like. Go onto pesterchum and inflict his presence onto people. maybe he can bond with some random-ass Dirk over how much they both hate the condesce

is the fact that she's just normal HIC a plot hole? lil bit

it's technically a no-sburb/sgrub AU but in a 'they don't play the game' way. my idea is that maybe Something got fucked up with the coding of the game and now it's a Time problem because the players exist, but they don't end up playing the game, despite needing to in order to exist in the first place idk I'll figure that out later

Aaaaaaaanyways. post-crash, Hal might change his trolltag I haven't decided yet

#rambling on and on about trollstuck

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erigold13261 · 2 months ago

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Dream last night, don't know how it started but by the end of it I was in a big group that was at an inside park (it was inside my old middle school, but also big and had an opening in the ceiling).

There were a bunch of kids and for some reason I was a version of the Daycare Attendant from FNAF. Where I was known as the fun clown, but I was also just myself (actually I think I was a version of Ilia, which funnily enough, doesn't happen often).

Anyway, I was being congratulated by little kids and grown ups on getting married soon. Turns out I was marrying someone named Toji Fushiguro, but it was not actually Toji from JJK. It was some guy with that same name (he made me think of a cross between Cyril and Asa, possibly some Rei in there as well).

Later it turned out it was just his first/given name that was Toji and his last name was something else entirely. But Naobito came over to me to try and change my mind about marrying this guy because he stole Toji's name and for some reason Naobito cared about that.

At first I was gonna ignore him, but as I hung from the monkey bars I couldn't pass it up so I went out of the park into the hallway to ask more questions but now Naobito was being an asshole and telling me he didn't want to talk anymore.

I was absolutely not taking that as an answer and started to try and just take the folder from him, but he was using his projection sorcerer to kick my ass and be annoying and just overall a dick. Well, somehow I had the ability to freeze time for a moment, so I was able to get the folder and fun off to a different part of the school/area.

I don't know if I ended up reading the folder, but I think Naobito and I were flirting with each other at some point during our chase scene. But then also the fake Toji was trying to make sure I was okay because apparent-fucking-ly I was also pregnant.

Pretty sure I found that out in a very crowded stair hallway and people would not get the fuck out of the way, and there were no railings, and I was so fucking close to just shoving people off of the stairs so I can get to the damn door.

I don't know what happened next. I think there was a conversation between fake Toji and me about who's last name we were gonna take because I refuse to give mine up and I don't know what his new last name is since the dream said it was no longer Fushiguro.

Then at some point it was me, fake Toji, my baby/child, and Dagon all hanging out in a lake/big water area that was inside the school but still had an open ceiling yet still had floors above it somehow.

Also I think there was an implication I cheated on fake Toji with Dagon because I'm pretty sure our kid looked more like Dagon's kid than a human child (they also had water powers).

Pretty sure me and fake Toji got married in a courthouse or on the water and Dagon became a third parent/partner in our relationship. I don't know but it was a weird dream that I wish I could remember more parts of because I was really vibing to it.

#jjktalk #eridreams #noart #rambling #eritalks

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chans-starlight · 3 years ago

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Trapped in Heaven

Words: 9,3 k (yeah i went a little overboard)

Member: bad boy!Lee Know

Include: Smut, kissing, car sex, dry humping, breast stimulation, oral stimulation: Fellatio, fingering, cunnilingus. Dirty talk, Orgasm control, unprotected sex

This is my work for the winter collab hosted by the lovely @hwajin.

I'm extremely honoured to be part of this. This was a whole new experience for me and I tried new think which made me so thankful for being here and being able to try something I usually wouldn't.

Disclaimer| When your two best friends were getting married you questioned yourself if there's any chance you'll love someone the same way as they do. Not knowing that your fate already decided to send someone into your life with a bit of a twist.

As you were on your way to the destination, the time wasn't on your side and you were caught in a snowstorm, will you get to your destination on time or not?

Lee Minho, man you hate that which all your might, despite him with everything you had. The memories go back to the early days when you two had few disapprovals,

The first moment you met him, you knew he would be selfish: you were 3 years old playing out there in the park, your mom giving you some chocolate bar to bite into.

The few months older boy became a thief. Not only did he steal your chocolate bar and exchange it for a hammer toy he also stole your toy car. and since then the hate towards him hasn't disappeared.

Then a few months later you saw him again in your kindergarten. Acting like the world belonged to him, bothering not only you but even others with his smug smirk. He always threw all your toys across the room, making you more angry with each passing minute.

Meeting him again, in the first grade you were sure he was no different. You both were the smartest in your class, trying to be better than the second one every single time. He never stopped being annoying, either by talking to you and teasing the hell out of you to pulling your hair. You were sure he was doing it to distract you, make you fail on all the tests. With every small action he did, you hated him more and more.

Hoping to never see him again, he unpleasantly surprised you. When you met him on the first day of your middle school, sitting on the chair, bubble gum in his mouth and his legs on the table. His smirk was visible, sending the shiver down your body from all the hatress.

Minho was the popular guy in your school, yet you pitied the way he treated all the girls. Made them fall in love and then break their heart into a million pieces. He was the heartbreaker of your school, making it seem like no woman was good enough for him.

Everyone knew he was the bad boy, nothing more than a heartbreaker. He didn't do love, but everyone kept falling for him just like they would fall in love with a work of art.

In your eyes he was arrogant and cold-blooded, Never caring about others feelings. Nothing but a mean heart crusher, the one who always finds a way to fight with you every day.

Like the fire and water, summer and winter. One like the moon and the second like a sun. You two despite each other, more than you thought. Two different minds, never had the same opinion.

It was painfully obvious you two couldn't breathe in the same room. But somehow you two were always put together for any project the school prepared which Minho always left you alone in. Just like a mouse and cat, that's how others would express the relationship between you two.

Your maturity was able to respect him, leave him and never respond to him but it never changed the way you see him at all, Your hate slithers into your veins like a serpent, wrapping itself around your heart.

But there was someone who always stopped you from punching that bunny-like face, Your best friend, the one you could always lean on; Chan Bang was the popular sweetheart of the school and your best friend.

Everyone loved this soft ball of sunshine with strong charisma. Even though he wasn't in the class with you, you somehow end up befriending him; You both shared many memories, from the moment he was your swimming leader to becoming your best friend and you treasured nothing more than those times.

He was amazing, loved by all sides. Smart, talented, handsome and sweet man, one of the special ones. He was more than admired by the whole school. Chan was the type of guy who could do anything he touched. From studying, working on music or sports, he could do it all.

In the past you used to get a lot of bad looks from his fangirls, just because you were his only female best friend. There was a history between you and Chan, but both of you agreed on letting it go, forgetting about the love what there once was.

You were thankful he didn't make the time after the break up embarrassing, the friendship you two had was too beautiful and meaningful to break off. Thankfully you two had stayed, and you both were able to get over the difference between you two.

You admired Chan, not only was he breathtaking from the outside he was also amazing from the inside, his heart of gold was one of the things you treasured the most in this world. He was the one to always be here for you, to calm you down when you felt like the world is falling apart and you're lost in the darkness. Chan was the light you always needed.

With all his positives, it was no wonder he found the love of his life before you. You remember the moment so clearly when he came to you with the smile on his face and hand wrapped around a tall girl's waist.

You were sceptical in the first, worried his love would break his heart like many before her, but all the worries fall down the moment you get to know her more. His girlfriend was amazing, everything about her screamed perfection. Sweet, generous and humble girl who you take like your sister.

She treated you with nothing but respect and love, taking you as her best friend as well.The bond between you and her was strong, Making Chan often wonder who are the true lovers here.

They were the school sweethearts everyone adored. Seeing them together all lovely makes everyone's days brighter, they always brighten up the whole school hall, helping everyone from left to right. She was his sun, Someone he would always turn towards.

His love toward her was special, you could notice it faster than anyone else. The way Chan treated her with all respect, love and kindness. It was the sign that he never wanted to leave her, live his whole life with her, grow old with her.

You were thankful for them, they were the sweetest school couple anyone could ever meet. Although you shared so many times with them they never made you feel left out, like the third wheel and you loved them for it.

The moment you heard the news from them, you cried: Happy Chan finally took the next step to marry his future Mrs. Bang. Since the beginning you were taken as their right hand, not only the brides bridesmaids but also Chans. They both put their trust into you, need you to help them with everything.

Someone would complain about this, but not you; you were over the moon to help them. To do anything to let these two love birds get what they deserve, endless love. You would run to the end of the world for them.

It was thousands of hours running around; for the last 3 months you didn't do anything else than becoming the wedding planner, being the one who needed to visit every place with the bride. It was a nice time.

Walking around all the shops, picking the most beautiful flowers for the decorations. Designing how the interior of the church should look, you blamed Chan for it. He knew how good your style was and he wanted you to give your soul into it.

Walking in the shop with the white dresses you wondered if you ever got love like theirs too, you were already old enough and all you got was an annoying enemy. You were brought out of your thoughts as your best friend called your name several times to get your attention.

She was standing before you in white sleeveless dress, the long beautiful skirt was so soft and precious, having such luxe attention to detail. Seeing your best friend looking like that made you tear up, she was complete perfection. Buying the dress right away.

Your favourite part of all the preparation was picking the perfect cake, you wanted to decline, let the two love to pick on their own but both of them pull you in, make you help them pick the delicious food.

At the last moment, you helped with the bouquet of flowers. You were trying to find the perfect one, the one which symbolises something more than just their love, and then it clicked in your head. You immediately order the bouquet of Lavender roses.

Although this was their wedding they made you feel like you're part of everything, they showed how much both of them trust you and love you. Looking back at all the memories you couldn't believe the day is coming up soon, the time you invested into them for the past 3 months were running too fast, leaving you breathless.

But you found it all worth it when you hold the envelope with the wedding announcement. You had only one problem, you had no one to go with. As much as you try to find the right love it always slips through your fingers, letting you alone once again.

You had 2 months to find the perfect person to go with, even if it means to bring a friend with you. You wondered if you could go alone but all your friends and the bride herself had different opinions. There was no other choice for you then to find someone you could go with.

Unfortunately you had no luck on your side, all your friends already had plans or significant others to go with. Making you question who stayed alone just like you, you blamed all your friends for telling you to bring someone. Everyone questions you thousands of times.

Although it was something what made you annoyed, you knew they all had a reason, they did it in the hope of your future relationship and you know they didn't mean it in a bad way, they just were too pushy, eager to see you in love.

But your misfortune changed one night, you hoped that you wrote to your long distance friend, telling him information about the wedding and hoping he could go with you. It was late at night and you hoped he would answer your message.

You almost jump out of bed when you read that they're okay with it and they'll be there for you, excited to share some time with you. You smiled, and with the message of thanking them you went to sleep.

Waking up with horror in your eyes, you realise the person you wrote to was an unknown number, groaning as you get out of bed. You don't know what to do now, should you just tell this person it was an accident- they sound pretty excited.

As you told your story to your school friends while having lunch, they all laughed at you, having way too much fun with your story. You had to agree with your friends that the best thing is to let this mysterious person come along with you, you could meet someone new and it's a good opportunity to click with this person. As you read the message again they seemed so sweet, that it actually made you thankful you wrote them.

Laughing with them you didn't register that a certain someone was talking about the person who sent him a wedding invitation, smiling to himself as he was happy to talk and see you again. Full of excitement as he was counting down the days to the wedding.

Since then you talked to this person back and forth, He made you smile with every message he sent. There was one thing what worried you, they didn't want to share any personal information with you, you didn't know their name or others things. You knew him only under the nickname "Rhino".

Although they were screaming red flags to you, you still wanted to meet this person who seemed to be the same age as you and that calmed you down.

The day of meetings was slowly approaching and you were excited yet worried, in the month you knew this person you started to like them. They were like no one you ever met before; kind, caring, understanding and lovely.

They seemed to be genuinely interested in you too, making you wonder how much one message changed your life. They came out of nowhere to create heaven in hell for you.

You breathed in and out as you looked into the mirror, standing in your dress and checking your make up one more time before you decide it time to go. Telling your friend that if you didn't text her she should call the police, although you trusted the person you were about to meet you wanted to be safe if anything. Taking your coat you closed and locked the main door.

Slowly you get to the location you should meet the mysterious person, looking around you meet a lot of people. Wondering if he is around you decided to check the place. Not seeing them around, you sighed. You decided to wait for an hour , thinking that this person was just late and they were.

The moment you wanted to give up, You saw him, he was wearing the blue rose on his left side, signalling he's the one you've been looking for. You froze, it was a person you never expected to see.

It was like a cold water was poured at you, you never wanted to disappear faster than now. Funny how fate can go this way, attach two strings to people and keep them coming back together, letting you meet your worst enemy once again.

You never believed in fate, but all the time you met him, had a class with him. It was like someone was playing with you, Changing your story line to a cliché one. In no way you wanted to believe that Minho was the person you talked to, the person you liked so much. Suddenly it felt like all your likeness towards him disappeared, you could never love someone who hates you as much as you hate him.

Wondering if this was some kind of joke from him, that he accepted you just to come laugh into your face and leave you alone. With everything you had you wanted to decline the truth.

Closing your eyes you hoped you wouldn't see him when you opened them, only to be disappointed when you saw him smirking at you. You sign when you realise he's the one you'll spend the next few hours in a car with.

Minho was on his way towards you, his cat like eyes were shining like he just saw the most precious thing. He was different but you weren't ready to trust him yet, coming closer to you he bowed down taking your hand in his, his breath tickled you softly "good day, beautiful" he told you as he was kissing your hand.

Saying that you were shocked was an underestimate. If something told you the person before you was your long time enemy nobody even you wouldn't believe it. He was a different person, he seemed like someone you could so easily like.

You were slowly getting under his magic, not knowing how this even happened. It was awkward for you but Minho tried his best to make you feel comfortable.

This man was confusing you so much, one moment he acted like he hated you and now here he is looking like he wants to love you for the rest of his life. You weren't sure if you wanted to ask him about it, although you hated him to the bones you wanted to be polite before all those people.

Minho noticed you were in shock, he was silently cursing himself for all the times he treated you badly, the truth was he always liked you. You were someone he looked up to, adored. But he noticed his actions pushed you away from him, the moment he got your message he knew this was an opportunity to show you his different side.

He felt so close yet so far, he didn't know how well you would take this. But what could he do then to shoot his try. So far you seemed to take his presence in a good way, but it didn't help him from feeling anxious.

His heart beated faster as he was praying for you to not hear it or notice how much he's sweating. It wasn't on a daily basis that a woman could make Minho sweat, but you wasn't no one to him.

Hope he can make everything better today and clear his name, hurtful action he did towards you. He smiled at you, silently wrapped his hand around yours as he bringed you into his car, ready to drive to your destination.

As you two sit in his car, you look around at all the details of his modern car. You notice how much space there was, the smell or the soft car seat. You softly smiled as Minho sat in the driver’s seat, gripped the wheel and started the engine.

As you two were on your way, The awkward silence took place between you both. You didn't know what to think, his niceness brought you unsettling feelings.

Deciding to let it slide, you looked out the window, seeing the beautiful view of trees and family houses. Minho looked at you a few times and then started on the road again.

But he couldn't not say a few of his remarks to you in hope of sparking conversation with you, "Are you going to talk to me or cat got your tongue" here he was again, the old, annoying Minho was back.

You breathed in and out, just by one sentence he could make your blood boil. Not showing him how annoyed he was able to make you, you just smiled at him " What do you need from me right now?"

Minho was pulled back, he knew this would be harder than anything but he was ready to break the ice between you and him. "Come on, sweetheart. Didn't you miss me?" His question made your mouth shut, the truth was that the month he wasn't bothering you, you indeed missed the way he was always around you, annoying you and playing with your heart.

You smirked, laughing softly "why should i miss someone so annoying like you? You had to fall on your head to actually think that" Minho looked like he wanted to say something more but decided not to, paying his attention to the road again.

He didn't take long to break the silence again, " are you really going to act so cold towards me? Damn, I could stay outside and it would still be more warm than you" he's words get under your skin, he knows exactly what to do to push you over the edge.'' If I may remind you there's a difference between being cold and hating someone".

Since then you didn't hear a word leave his mouth, making you satisfied that you were successfully able to shut him up. He was causing you headache and you didn't wanted to hear another stupid sentence from him.

You enjoyed the silence between you two, it was so calming and so unusual when it comes to being around Minho. But as you know it couldn't stay like that forever.

As Minho opened his mouth again ready to say something, you immediately stopped him "Can you shut up, my head is starting to hurt" Minho laughed at your words, ready to take you down "Oh no, is it because your brain lacks some vitamin IQ?" You really couldn't help but roll your eyes, he was unbelievable.

Feeling tired, your eyes started to close. Leaving Minho only with his thoughts. He found you adorable, you seemed so calm and comfortable in your sleep. He never wanted to wake you up.

He was looking at you this whole time, almost unnoticing the radio telling important news. Shocked by what he heard, he immediately brought the volume up to listen more carefully.

"Ladies and gentlemen, with all respect, we announce a strong winter storm that is expected to bring snow and freezing rain. Please, we demand that everyone stay in the house or don't drive, the meteorologists expect the snow storm to stop in 5 hours. If anyone need any help please don't hesitate to call 911"

Before he could do anything his car stopped moving, the cold temperature made the car freeze and all what was working was the radio and the heating. He tried to not panic and think rationally.

Looking to the side you were still sleeping. He could see you were trembling, the cold getting to you. Although Minho always looked like he was cold and uncaring, he was worried for you. Without thinking he decided to step out to get into his car trunk to take the blanket out for you.

As you were slowly waking up he stole the blanket, not wanting you to know he took care of you while you were out. You rub your eyes, looking confused when you notice you two were not moving. Looking out of the window it didn't look like the destination you were supposed to get to.

Minho softly put his hand on your shoulder "Look like you're stuck with me, darling. There's a snow storm which will take 5 hours to stop" you groaned. You didn't want to spend more time with him than was needed.

You both were silent for some time, listening to the songs and not looking at each other. As the time passed by you both noticed that the car's energy was going down fastly, there was nothing to do then turn down the heating for the car to have energy once you both can continue in your travel.

You looked at him and scoffed, obviously you thought he cared only about himself as you saw the blanket around him. Trying to inconspicuously steal it. He laughed at you but didn't share his warmth with you. "First you steal my heart now you want my blanket" He mumbled under his nose.

You couldn't handle the coldness anymore, your teeth crushing against each other because of the freezing. All it took was asking him to share his blanket but you were too stubborn.

He looked at you, noticing how much you were trembling. Feeling bad, he took the blanket in the first place and offered it to you. "We can share it" He pointed towards the blanket around him. You frowned "With you? Never" truth was you were freezing but it was better than being under one blanket with him. He shook his head "Stop being an idiot, it's better than dying from hypothermia" without asking you he put the blanket around you two.

You melted under the warmth the blanket give to you. As you two talked you noticed he was different from all the time he talked to you, maybe you just misunderstood him. He seemed like a nice, sweet guy and you liked this side of him so much more.

Like this he was someone you would willingly give your heart to. But we don't live in a fairytale, and although he was more bearable than ever before you never forget all the hate you have towards him.

You wanted to question him why he was acting like this, confusing you and your heart. You always know he was no good but that didn't make you pull away from the danger.

Talking to him was a nice way to spend the time you had, you learned so much more about him in a few minutes than in your whole life. He was still the cocky guy you knew but he was also a strong, open-minded person, dad of three cats.

There was a moment of silence between you two, the difference was that this one wasn't awkward it was calm peaceful silence you both enjoyed.

Minho softly takes your hand in his, his eyes looking into yours eyes to find out if you listen to him or not. Nodding to assure him you were, he started to talk "I know I don't have an excuse for how I was treating you, till you came into my life I didn't know what love was. I couldn't find a way to express my feelings.

Looking back i know i did it the wrong way but I can't change the past all i hope for is you giving me a chance to prove you i am a good man" .His words made your heart flutter, you never felt this way towards him.

Caressing his hand you looked into his eyes "Although I can't forget what you did and how you treated me I'm willing to try again, to understand that you're different than my mind made you be" his eyes shined with thousands stars.

He brought his hand towards your cheek, tracing your lips asking for permission. He slowly leaned towards you waiting for your reaction, making you lean closer to him as well.

There was just a small gap between yours lips, wanting nothing more than to finally get kissed Minho pushed his lips against your bringing them into a passionate kiss.

Your heart was beating fast, you felt a rush of emotions. Your senses were responding strongly, your blood pressure was increasing, feeling a sense of peace like you almost could relive the moment for the rest of your life.

With one kiss, with one touch the fire inside you ignites, burning his sign into your heart. You couldn't breath under the influx of feelings.

The feeling which was deep down inside your heart, the feeling covered to protect you from all the pain it could cause was coming out like a tsunami, it was drowning you.

The earthquake which changed your whole life, He opened your heart towards him. From now on you wanted to be close to him, you felt like you would die without him. All your emotions were rushing to your head.

First feeling you felt was pain, an impulse to cry; you didn't want to fall in love, not with him. But you didn't pick who the person you give your heart will be, it's the beautiful yet painful fact about love, we won't be able to run away from the inevitable.

And although you were sad about it, the second feeling coming along was relief: relief that he likes you back, ease that he will catch you if you fall.

It was love you never saw coming, love you so tried to never think about. The enemies could never go together, but after all there's a thin border between love and hate.

You knew this was wrong, all the warning of him breaking your heart rushed to your head but what could you do, you were already under his spell; Dizzy and bewitched in his hunger.

He chains your heart to his love, leaving his mark without any doubt. Even if the love would hurt you, you'll be his, forever close to him. He was all you needed now, all you wanted. Nobody could make you feel more in love then him, you have no reason to fight against your feelings anymore.

Minho made eye contact to deepen your connection, glancing at your lips and then back up to your eyes, watching you do the same. Leaning in, he presses his lips against yours, needing you to feel alive, you responding to the wave of love right away.

He give you a few closed-mouth kisses, alternating between light brushes of his lips and more powerful hungry kisses. He brushed his tongue against your lower lip, making you open your mouth as your eyes closed.

Getting lost in the space of you two. He slid his tongue inside your mouth giving you open-mouthed kisses. His hands couldn't help themselves as theirs wrap around your waist. Slowly bringing you to sit on his thighs.

Taking it slowly and gently, he was allowing the intensity to build, leaving you speechless. His hands started to wander around your body, squeezing your chest, caressing your neck as he brought your hand up to your cheek and later into your hair, pulling you closer.

His tongue was exploring your mouth, exploring every small detail inside. Brushing against your tongue several times. As he felt you were close to running out of oxygen he pulled away, leaning his head against yours.

"Since we all stuck here I know a way how we could make the time go fast" You couldn't unnotice how Minho's lips curved up into a smirk. His lips were pink and swollen from all the connection.

"I hope you're not implying what i think you're implying" Your eyebrows raised, something inside you hoped he would think about the same. Hoping his mind was similar to yours.

"Depends on what you're thinking I'm implying" he whispered into your ear as he let out a soft chuckle in the end, making you weak in your knees. He started slowly, kissing your earlobe. Going down to your neck.

Sitting on his lap Minho wraps his hands around your waist, kissing him deeply you grind your lower body against him. Making him open his mouth,as you take it as an opportunity to push your tongue into his mouth. Your tongue rolling over in passionate lovers' fights.

You move more, your sensitive area against his, causing friction even through the clothes you both wear, making Minho groan in ecstasy.

The connection was so special, neither of you didn't know how good something so simple felt. You groaned as your body leaned back, Minho helping you thrust against him with his arms. It was like a bad habit, you both couldn't get enough of it.

Two bodies lost in the fire and passion. Enjoying the contact of their company, You felt the friction much stronger, your body burning. Being so close yet so far Minho stopped you. He wanted your first time with him to be much more special and he didn't plan to let you come so soon.

Breathing in and out, you helped him to lean back on the car seat, taking his trousers down, with every move down you kissed him, leaving Minho only in his boxers. Caressing his thighs you softly pull them apart from each other. Finding a place for yourself between his legs.

You started slowly, kissing his inner thigh. Not planning to give him the much needed delight so soon. Leaning up to touch his bare toned abs, giving them soft kisses before licking them a few times, Although Minho didn't expect that it only added up to his arousal.

Coming back down you lightly stroke his dick through the underwear, making him shiver from all the enjoyment. Teasing him, you decide to go further as you lightly squeeze and scrape his tentacles through his pants.

As you decided that you played with him enough. You wanted to bring him more pleasure, pulling his underwear down you gulped, you never saw someone so addictive: his dick was curving slightly upwards with the right thickness to hold it in your hands and it was definitely longer than anything you saw before, just the view made your saliva run down from a corner of your mouth. He was just too perfect to be true.

You touched him so slowly, slowly like the petals falling from a rose. Making Minho lean his head back, your teasing touch did such wonders to him. He couldn't even imagine how good it'll be to have your tight walls around his erection.

Your hand wrapped around him, moving it up and down in a slow motion, there was no need to rush. As you slowly rubbed him your nails scratch his length, making Minho lose his coolness, his hitched breath break out.

Minho had people touching him like that before but nobody could feel him even near as good as you did. He loved you for a long time and that was his reason to push away all the other girls, he fucked them to forget you but didn't date them because he knew nobody could take your place.

He was lost in your touches, drowning in them. Loving every single movement you did, lustful for every stroke you gave him. Every move you made was unforgettable, so slow yet impactful, he could never get enough.

" I think I've seen this scene a lot in my dreams" you smirked, knowing that the bad boy dreamed about you before, it made you lose control stroking him a little bit faster, causing Minho to choke on his saliva as he was trying to moan even louder.

In no time you felt his muscle tightening, his erection tingling in sensation. Not realising how close he truly is you stroke his tip a few times. Feeling him so close you stopped, receiving only deep dangerous glare from him.

Before you knew what happened you were under him, your jeans down, immediately in one swift move. Minho smirking above you "Now now, how did the tables turned kitten" he kissed you with everything he got, he poured all his love into the one kiss he give you.

Leaning away he went down on you, pecking every spot in his way, your neck when he stay for a while to mark you, cover you in his love to indicate you're his, moving down to your belly, leaving your needy spot out, he kissed your inner thigh instead, continuing down to your ankle.

You groaned, you did know you were playing a game with the devil but you hoped he would be less sinful than you, than again you knew he would always be like that, the confident guy who doesn't stray away from teasing.

With all the slow movement, the tension becomes more and more unbearable, your core screaming in need of his touch. You wanted him, needed him right now right there.

You groaned as he kissed you so close to your sensitive area, you smirked knowing exactly how to push his buttons "why don't you teach me how to love you instead of hating you?" As expected your words pushed Minho over the edge, pulling your panties down on the ground.

His fingers running against your fold, collecting your wetness. You could feel his lips against your clit giving you small impactful kisses, too intimate for you to take it, making you leave your first uncontrollable moans tonight.

Without a warning he pushed his index and middle finger inside you, bringing a tonne of hotness your way. His fingers moving in and out while his mouth kissed every deep part of you, sucking on your clit, his tongue rolling over and over again.

With all the pleasure, every thrust inside you, you feel how you become more and more desperate to reach the edge. Focusing on his fingers inside you, you never expected to be in this moment, never expected someone who always was your enemy to become the love of your life.

You felt the love he was giving you, this wasn't just fuck and run to you it was something deeper, something more connected and intimate.

Your breathing get faster as you feel your walls cling around his fingers, your muscles tightening. Your vocals couldn't resist anymore, falling under the ecstasy of love, hearing your loud moan made Minho feel even more tight, ready to bring you all the pleasure with his dick.

Minho softly pushes you back, your back leaning on the car seat, spreading your legs wide apart, awaiting Minho's presence. He moved closer to you, finding his spot between your things as his hands wrapped around your waist to give him better access to thrust into you.

Striking himself several times he put his tip towards your hole, pushing in just a bit to taste the water. Leaning closer to you he kissed your neck several times as he inserted his long erection inside you, making you both moan loudly.

He pulled in and out a few times, making you adjust and get used to him being inside you. His erection hits the deepest part of you, gasping at the new exciting feeling in your entrance.

Minho groaned, feeling your tight walls around his thick dick made him feel in heaven "I've been thinking about seeing you naked since you stepped into my car" his voice brings shivers down your body, making you get goosebumps because of his passionate love.

His thrust was so delicate, so fast yet so slow, gentle but fierce. With every touch you feel more of the heat, fire which ignites the devil inside you. He was irresistible, nothing but a desirable thing you always needed. Minho was able to bring your fantasy about him further than you ever imagined.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you bring him closer. Letting him kiss your soft lips one more time, moving your hips against him to get more of the pleasurable, intimate feeling.

His words made your ears read "If i knew you were this good i would fuck you sooner. Tell me once you'll be close, kitten" you were only able to nod at his request.

He was making you lightheaded, his touch was like a dream coming true, every touch of his burns your skin with the fire called love. Overflowing and overwhelming, that's what it was. Him making love to you was unreal. You were losing yourself in the wonderland of pure bliss.

He squats and dips his dick in and out of you. Your eyes closed as he harshly pounded into you. He was like a wild animal, loving the heat. Minho was seeing only red and he would stop only when he felt your walls tightly wrapped around him.

The sound of skin slapping together filled the car, together with your and his moans. Driving Minho crazy, he was less than human now, less than an ordinary mortal. He'd chain your heart and now he needed to fuck, cover you with his scent, to tell the world "She's mine. Stay away"

He felt nothing but love and lust, he wanted to show you his all, the love he got for you, the best of him only you could see. He was feeling alive, drived by the love for you. He was lost but so stable under your control.

Just with one touch you were under his spell, under his body which called you so loudly. He was all you wanted, everything you needed. He was like the oxygen you needed to be able to breathe.

Wanting him closer than ever, you bend your knees and put them on your lover's waist, giving him more access to move, thrust inside you more freely. Bringing another way of heat and pleasure your way as he moved faster than before.

You find yourself lost in his powerful trust. You moaned with every thrust he made, screaming the devil's name.

Minho only smirked knowing he made the woman he loved feel this good, hearing you scream his name like that while he was occupied with the tight hole of yours. It made his confidence boost to the moon. He wanted nothing more than to please you and he was glad to know he's doing it the right way.

Moaning, as your eyes rolled back you let your hands scratch his back as they were on their way down to his full ass, squeezin it a few times. Minho blinked down at you, you could see he was enjoying himself.

You felt a familiar knot taking place in your stomach. Knowing you're once again close, you push your hand against Minho's chest. with a hitched breath you were able to mumble "I'm close..", Making Minho slow down till he wasn't moving at all.

Pulling out you pouted at the lost connection, but you felt the warm feeling immediately back when you felt Minho's tongue against your clit. Pushing your hand into his hair to bring him closer.

Minho was eating you out like he was starving and you were the only delicious food which could satisfy him. He loved the taste of your wetness, the way his tongue could play with your entrance, licking it up to your clit, circling around it like your little bulb like it was the most tasteful thing.

He couldn't get enough of you, addicted to the way you moaned his name. You were shocked how fastly he could bring you to orgasm, as you tugged on his hair he knew exactly what you meant.

His eyes connect with you, a dark dangerous gaze could enchant you. "I wonder how many times I can deny your orgasm, why don't we try a new record huh?" His breath brought cold air towards your hole, making you shiver.

Leaving you to breath in and out, calming yourself a little before he went between your legs again. Making you gasp at the feeling, you knew Minho was good in all of this, but you didn't expect him to excel, he was a master in pleasuring you. If this was something he'll do every day you could get used to it, now when you have him you couldn't let it slide through your fingers.

Your eyes widen as his tongue rolls between your folds. His technique was insine, full of excitement. Leaving you breathless, speechless because of how good he was.

You were completely addicted to him; intoxicated, drunk on him. He made you unable to move. He was like a paradise you could be stuck in forever. You were completely and utterly in love with him.

He was different, like nobody before him. He could make you see the moon and start with just one touch, one lick. How convulse you with all the pleasure. Your head was spinning in all the love he was giving to your hole and you loved every second of it. While your breath was shaking, praise came out of your mouth "Gosh, that's good, baby, keep doing that", you wanted him to know how good he made you feel.

Minho picks up on his speed, licking all around your intimate, sensitive area. He was enjoying himself, just looking at him made you more wet. His dark hair which used to be styled perfectly was messy now, falling into his face.

His eyes were focusing on one target, you. This all was no longer just a game to him, his hunger controlled him, his tongue dominating. It was all about you, and something about that made you come closer to the edge fastly.

He pushed his head fastly away as he noticed your legs shaking, awaiting your orgasm which never came. You glared at him, you were becoming desperate.

Nobody ever was as cruel as Minho. Your fast breath was slowing down and you decided to take things into your hands. Just like that you switched the sides with him, making Minho stay underneath you.

He sat down, his body leaned back, resting against the seat. Lifting his feet on the tips of toes and spreading them apart, letting you sit down on him with your back towards him.

You tilt your body slightly forward as you throw your head back, leaving a space for Minho's hand to wrap around your breast and his other hand touching your clit, as he pounded into you from underneath.

Striving towards the pleasure and delight, as you were touching his naked boy and feeling him inside you. As you were the one in the lead you started to move slowly, holding Minho's tights down so as not to move.

He groaned, not accepting the fact he isn't the one to lead your pleasure anymore. Smirking as he was still able to play with your breasts. He started with small light touches circling around your breast and brushes over your areola. Taking your nipple into his hands, pinching it softly. His hand wrapped around you or squeezed your breast.

Now when he made you all work up, he started moving his fingers over your nipples, which brought a wave of erection your way. He started to run your nipples slowly, increasing speed and pressure. His touch made you feel like you were in heaven.

You moved a bit on his erection, bringing your hips up and down to roll over his dick. Making you both moan in the bliss you felt. You shake your ass, making Minho cry out of the pleasurable experience. You were way too good at this stuff. He wraps his hand around your waist, stopping you for a moment. " Turn around kitten, i wanna see how you look so fucked out"

As he wished you moved around, facing him. Your legs are bent and open apart so his knees are between yours. Holding your hands around his neck, you bring him closer to you as you offer him to kiss you, leaning your head backwards a little.

He puts his hands on your breast, caresses them and kisses your neck gently. Starting slow and low, he put a few kisses down right above your shoulder. He was switching between light kisses and using his tongue against your bare skin.

Making you move closer to him, not getting enough of the pleasure. He blows on your sensitive area, stimulating all the nerves in your neck, making your breath quicken. Ending it all with a delicious kiss right under your ear.

His attention switched back to your nipples as he licked it and used his hand to pinch your nipple, sending a rush of sensation throughout your body. He was playing around with pressure, finding out the harder the pinch was the better reaction he got out of you.

He seemed to understand the assignment of your needs perfectly, not limiting himself only to pinching your nipple. He tries giving it a slight twist or pull, trying to see what gives you the most pleasure.

With such a small amount of touch he was able to bring you close to the edge of your orgasm, pulling his hand away to bring you back. Pulling you down against his dick instead.

As Minho was facing you, he decided to spice up the position you both were in, putting your legs on his hips. "Do you like using my dick as your toy, princess?" His question seemed so full of himself yet so arousing.

You were shocked to see Minho still wanting to keep going. You wonder how good his stamina actually was, he seemed like someone who could go on for forever.

Grabbing your ass, he pushes you more against his dick, getting a few shaking breaths out of you. He had a sinful impact on you, changing you into his prey, someone he could play with all he wanted.

Minho bringing his head towards your ass, squeezing it and slapping it a few times. The slap to your but aches in beautiful pain, leaving a red mark behind.

He took over completely again, all your hopes of taking the lead disappeared into thin air. You couldn't ever stand a chance against his dominant side, he was the winner. Bouncing inside you fastly, like he never did before. Bringing you all the way down to his testicles. He growled "I'm gonna make you come so hard you can't remember your name".

He saturates you with intimacy and passion, making you completely at the mercy of his shackles. He takes your breath away, making your eyes roll back. You were so lost in your world that you weren't even able to understand his words anymore.

You were so close to the finish line, the sensations spread throughout your whole body as the pleasure built slowly and gradually, pushing you towards the edge.

You weren't sure if you'll be able to take it, after all the teasing you felt your orgasm stronger than ever before. His last few thrust brings you over, feeling a powerful climax that comes in waves. It felt like sweat, tears and roses to you, it was the most heavy yet sweet culmination.

While you were at your highest you felt that Minho was close too. It was time to reward him, bring him over the edge and show him the best of his life you decided to pull him out.

He cried in pain but you soothe him immediately when you took his erection into your mouth.

You started with kissing the tip of his penis, going to his head and then moving down to the underside with the tip of your tongue, you had him completely under your control.

Teasing him slowly, You move up and down the shaft with a few lights, gentle kisses before licking the rest.

Giving hum gentle licks on the frenulum with your tongue tip. You flick it back and forth, even up and down. Creating goosebumps all over his body. Creeping your lips over his tip. The heat from your mouth and your breath make him throb with anticipation.

His talking becomes irrelevant and incomprehensible, his animal groans taking the domination. At this point Minho was begging you to take him into your mouth.

As if you heard him, you licked his length one last time before pushing him into your mouth. Deep throating his whole length.

The way you suck on his dick, your head popping into the rhythm makes Minho feel like in paradise, lost and found again in the heaven you brought to him.

He was close, you could feel that. With your eyes on him you begged him "I want you to look in my eyes when you finish".

His muscles increase its tension even more. His hip started to move, taking over him. As you sucked on him you could taste and see clear fluid coming from him.

Knowing how close he was to you picking up on your speed, Minho reached his ejaculation. He was at the point of no registration as his edge moment occurred in a set of rapid-fire. His pelvic thrust against you as he comes into your mouth, sending waves of pleasure into Minho's chest and brain. coming into your mouth, you swallow it all.

After his ejaculation Minho's dick was starting to lose erection, leaving two sweaty, panting bodies. Minho brought you closer, like it was even possible. He kissed your temple as his words brought blush and warmth into your chest, praising you from left and right. Telling you how much he loves you.

Your breathing was calming down, you felt energetic before but after all this enjoyment around, you became tired. Leaning against Minho's chest as he played with your hair, he kissed the top of your head "try to get some rest, sweetheart. You'll need it" as you hear his words and you bring yourself into the world of dreams.

Minho smiled down at your sleeping form, now you were in his arms and he could be more happy. He promised himself to thank the snowstorm later, for making you his. He never felt as much happiness as he did in the past few hours with you. You were like an Angel he never noticed before.

You both had the last hour before the storm disappeared, the last hour to stay in the warmth of each other. Minho's eyes were slowly closing, not being able to fight joining you in the Dreamland.

Two lovers sleep in the car, while the snowflakes fall down more and more slowly. They were like the lovers' love; soft, passionate, powerful. Ready to take over the world.

You both wake up when you hear the radio talking about the storm being away. The beautiful sun shining into your eyes. You smiled at your side, seeing your new love brightly smile at you too. Wrapping your hands in his, you both finally continued on your way.

Getting to the wedding destination takes you some time but you both shorten it by talking and laughing together. Having a good time with each other.

You never expected to find love in a snowstorm but you were more than thankful you did, we always find something beautiful in the worst situation, just like you find your reason to live.

It was funny how fate really worked, making enemies become lovers. This love seemed like it would never work but love isn't about feeling, it is about two imperfect people never giving up on each other. He was your heaven on earth. Someone who comes into your life unexpectedly, takes your heart by surprise and changes your life forever.

Losing yourself in your mind, you felt the car stopping, you both were finally at the finish line. Arriving at your destination, Minho gets out first to open the doors for you and takes your hand in his. You both arrive exactly on time as you fastly find your place on the side of the aisle, Minho standing behind you.

Chan looked at you both in wonder, needing an explanation from you later on. The music started to play as all eyes turned towards the bride, shining and looking stunning. You could notice how Chan wanted to cry, he looked like he never saw someone more beautiful.

You felt your hand being wrapped in Minhos, feeling warm in your chest. Waiting for the lovers to say their 'i do' you hoped to be in this situation with Minho one day, although your heart started to belong to him not long ago you knew he was someone you wanted to spend the rest of your day with.

Clapping when the lovers sealed their love with a kiss, you hoped they'll last. It was a beautiful moment that brought tears to your eyes.

As everyone was leaving the ceremony to go have fun with the just married couple. You stayed behind, looking around for all the details you helped organise. Minho wrapped his hand around your waist as he kissed your neck from behind, "I'm not really into weddings but I can't wait for ours" you smiled shily, he was so different showing you the softest side of him only you could see.

One day you'll get used to this Minho, calling him more than just your boyfriend. Eventually even you two will have your happy ending. Loving each other and growing old together.

It was time for dinner, looking around, you notice your best friends coming towards you. They have bright smiles on their faces, looking between you and Minho back and forth. As you both greet them and congratulate them on the marriage. You notice Minho being way too close with Chan, laughing and talking together like an old best friend.

Everything was slowly clicking in your head, you gasped, not expecting your own friend to betray you like that. You bet your all he was the reason you end up going with Minho. In the end you were thankful he pushed you two to get together, you were blind towards the love Minho was trying to give you, but that won't happen anymore. Not now, not ever again.

Eating all the delicious food you talked to Chan's parents, introducing your new boyfriend to them. They were happy for you, telling you how good of a man Minho looks like, not knowing the truth and past you two had.

After the dinner all the girls gathered together, it was the time for the bride to throw her bouquet of flowers, picking the next one who gets married. Minho pushed you to the front, just to annoy you.

What you both didn't expect was the bouquet to fly straight towards you, landing right before your feets. You were shocked, the same emotion was portrayed on Minho's face.

Everyone was congratulating you, yet you didn't pay any attention to them. It was all on Minho which was smirking on you from afar. Maybe the wedding will come sooner than you thought..

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huenjin · 4 years ago

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and they were roommates.

summary — who would have thought that a very naked sight of your best friend and a torn shower curtain in the rainiest of weathers could start romance? or in which you start falling for your childhood best friend, lee minho, unaware that he’s always been in love with you.

pairing — lee minho x reader, ft. binsung.

genre — fluff, smut, crack | roommates!au, bff2l!au

rating — 18+

word count — 11k words.

note — smut warnings under the cut, ofc! i suck at making summary adagafga!! but but but, i promise this story is adorable, okay, minus all that smut, my lame humor and those bit of rushed parts? this took forever and i'm so sorry for all that had to wait, especially the one who requested this uwuwu.

smut warnings — a lot of kissing, a lot of swearing, mentions of naked exposure, fingering, cunnilingus, riding/reader on top, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it), choking. there isn't a loooot of smut either, ah! so enjoy the fluff ride.

"You idiot," you scream, loud enough for your neighbours to hear. You pull out the keys that hang outside in the key hole and pull open the door. "How could you leave the keys outside, Minho?"

"I mean, what if someone stole it?" You throw your keys and Minho's into the small box on a ledge by the door. Removing your shoes, you put on the pair of your house shoes by the side and walk further into the apartment. "Or what if someone broke in? You could get killed, you dumb hoe! Or worse, our new television could get stolen."

You hear no response and just the loud sound of shower running in the bathroom hits the walls of your shared apartment. You walk to your room, passing by the common bathroom, after throwing your bag on the sofa. You talk on the way, yelling in hopes that he would hear.

"Did you walk back in the rain? There's no other reason as to why I did not see you after college. Jisung was searching for you too, Minho."

You change into a pair of shorts and black camisole, pulling your hair up and knotting it, all while your ears pick up the small humming from the bathroom. You shake your head at the fact that since it's Lee Minho in the shower, he is probably going to take his own time to come out. After all, he is the reason why your water bill is so high.

"Yah, Lee Minho!" You walk outside and hit the door with your fists to bring at least a little of his attention towards you. "Do you want the leftovers or should I get food delivered?"

"Delivery!" he screams back, hearing the shower sounds lower and you yell back in response, "Okay," and walk back to the living room, falling back and plopping down on the comfortable rexine covered sofa.

Your phone rings in the next minute and you are pulling it from your pocket quickly all because you are bored out of your mind. It is also because your stupid best friend from the god forbidden age of five to till this date, takes forever to get out from the shower.

It's Jisung. Not that you would have a doubt even if you had picked up without looking at the name on the screen — your friend circle is that small. It has just been you, Minho and Jisung majorly for almost three fourth of your life, the other one fourth of it with you having your parents as your best friends. Jisung had always been the annoying kid in the playground that pushed you off the swing because he wanted to play and Minho had always been the knight in shining armour in your local playground, the defender of all things right as he saved you from Jisung's frustrating taunts.

And then your mother — oh dear, she is the reason why you are still stuck with Minho's rich arse (mostly because she thought too that this is the finest her very antisocial daughter would ever find in a man) — decides that since Lee Minho was so kind to save her poor damsel-like daughter, he might as well do it forever. Fast forward to present day, and you are still cleaning up after him.

"Did Minho reach home?" Jisung asks as soon as you answer the call. You roll your eyes and shift your position to one that allows you to stretch your leg against the length of the sofa.

"Oh, hi, Y/N," you fake your tone, mocking Jisung's ignorance. "Did you reach home safely? Did you get caught in the rain? Oh no!" And then quickly changing it back to normalcy, "Yes, Jisung. I reached home safely. The rain did get heavy as I walked back home but nothing to worry. Did you reach home safely?"

Jisung is laughing loudly on the other end. "Sorry, Y/N," he makes a weird kissing sound and you pull your phone away from your ear. "I presume Minho's safe at home, else you would be the one to crash my phone with the endless calls in worry of his safety. Ha!"

"He got caught in the rain," you sigh. "I hope he's okay though. I would have mentioned how he was, had he just come out of that goddamn bathroom but no! It almost seems like he is rebuilding the whole bathroom." Jisung laughs so loud that you have to pull the phone away from your ear again.

"Dude, dude, dude," Jisung calls out for you through the line.

"Yeah?"

"You and Minho are totally like my parents fighting."

"Do you want to get punched in your face, Han Jisung?" You sit up straight, folding your leg across each other and bending forward, your elbow digging into your thigh as your hand supports your head.

"And my boyfriend would punch yours if you punched mine," he huffs and you know he is talking about Seo Changbin. At a good five feet and six inches, the shorter male befriended Jisung and then wooed him over in grade eleven with some weird shining universe experiment for a science project and the Han Jisung you had always known, fell for the gesture immediately. They began dating a week after, making Changbin the only other human being you willingly chose to become closer to.

"Like Minho would let that," you click your tongue and Jisung laughs again, mumbling, "How have you guys not slept with each other yet? You guys are roommates."

"I'll kill you, Han Jisung."

"Like you would." The minute Jisung taunts back, you hear a loud noise of something crashing down and the sound is from the bathroom. You jump upwards, quickly hanging up without even telling Jisung that you were leaving as you drop your phone and rush towards the bathroom, taking huge steps to reach before the door in less than a few seconds.

You slam your fist against the door, over and over again, yelling, "Yah," to draw his attention before asking, "Minho, are you okay? I'm coming in," and you pull open the door to the common bathroom. A decision you wish you had not chosen but one you had to take for his safety.

Before a very surprised you lay a very, very naked Lee Minho, groaning with his back against the cold white tiles of the bathroom, neck lifting his head above to instinctively avoid hitting the floor. His hand holds a huge piece of the shower curtain that he must have tried holding onto before falling and as the colour drains from your face, lips wide apart, staring at your naked best friend in shock who is staring back at you, it dawns upon you quickly.

You immediately slap your hand over your eyes and scream as loud as you could possibly, "Fuck, fuck. I just saw your schlong, oh my god!"

"Are you not going to look at me at all now that you saw my dick?"

Minho rolls his eyes at you as a soft groan leaves his lip while he tries to make himself more comfortable on his bed. This time, he is fully clothed, black shirt over his torso and navy blue shorts. You are sitting on a small chair by his side, Chinese herbal medicinal mix in a white ceramic bowl, a tub filled with warm water and a towel and long white bandages on the table by the bed. The Chinese herbal medicinal mix was something your mother specifically ordered you to prepare for the boy before you.

You hand him a cup of warm water first which he takes and is about to swallow it down when you look at the wooden bedpost behind him and mumble, "But I saw your womb raider." Minho chokes on the water before coughing and you quickly pat his back which leads him to cry softly in pain and you are left apologising over and over again for being reckless.

He places the cup on the table and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he narrows his eyes at you and questions, "Womb raider? What the fuck?"

"You know, your schlong," you look away, heat rising up to your cheek. "I saw your schlong, a womb raider."

"I can't believe you call a dick that," he groans, rolling his eyes as if he has completely given up on you, "After having your womb raided enough by many womb raiders."

You look away, taking the ceramic bowl in your hand and mumbling, "None of them were long and thick enough to be called a womb raider though."

"Did you say anything, Y/N?"

"Nothing," you yell and glare at him, cheeks still hot with the image still vivid in your head. "You can't look disappointed in me," you frown at him, "I should be disappointed. You tore the shower curtain."

"It was a mistake!" Minho gasps and tries to sit up but quickly ditches the plan when he feels the spin surge through him. You place the bowl back on the table and push yourself forward to help Minho sit up, your arms wrapped around his waist, your chest against his as you slowly pull him up. Minho explains himself, "If I didn't hold onto that, I would have gotten injured worse. I'm almost perfect now. It's just the slight—" You press your palm against his back and he seethes in pain.

"Slight pain, indeed," you scoff and finally let him rest against the bedpost. "This should do the magic though." You lift the ceramic bowl again and wave it before him, shoving the weird smelling green substance right in front of his nose. "My mother totally said it would work. She also said that you would have to be on the bed resting the whole day."

"You'll be my maid the whole day," Minho lights up, face instantly shining and you sigh, "Do I have an option? After this day though, we are going to buy shower curtains and you are going to pay for it because you tore it." You accuse him and he clicks his tongue.

"Fine."

"Remove your shirt now," you order and he looks at you, a teasing glint glistening in his eyes and he smiles, moving slightly closer.

"Why? Are you going to call my abs washboard now? That you could do laundry on them?" He purses his lips and leans forward and you push him back, his aching back hitting the bedpost again and Minho is crying with pain on the soft impact, albeit this time, you worry if it is fake. "Y/N," he cries, clamping down against his lower teeth hard, "Can you go easy on me?"

"Then stop teasing me!"

"Fine!" He huffs and looks away, "Help me out of this shirt now."

"What? Why? You put the shirt on fine. Can't you remove it on your own?" You question him, the ceramic bowl securely on your lap. Minho stares at you for the longest time ever and you stare back.

Has his eyes always been this tender? Has his skin always been this soft? Was Lee Minho always this charming and pretty to look at?

This is all because you saw his stupidly good dick, argh!

Minho finally answers, "It's harder to remove a shirt than to wear it." You shake your head and your eyes narrow to crinkled slits as you watch your best friend for a second more before placing the crucible back on the table and bending yourself forward to hold tightly the ends of his black shirt. You lift the black material up and remove it from his torso, exposing his abdomen and chest to the warm breeze in the air.

He stares at you and you stare at him back, only till you take the white ceramic bowl again and hopefully the last time and you raise an eyebrow at him, mocking him, "Aren't you going to give me the classic Wattpad naked white male line?"

"What line?"

He looks confused and you laugh, holding the bowl tightly, "You know, the—" You try to lower the pitch of your voice and to sound as cocky as possible, smirking, "Like what you see, baby girl?"

Minho laughs with you till he calms himself down a little, tilts his head and in the most guttural voice you have ever heard your best friend ever go, he repeats, "Like what you see, my baby girl?"

Your heart should not have sped up. Your fingers should not have tightened against the cold white crucible. You should not have pressed your thighs against each other. You should not have had your throat dried up at his very words. But it did and you are staring at Lee Minho in an angle you had never seen him.

When did that stupid five year old boy who thought he could save the whole world grow up into this man?

"Uh, Y/N," Minho waves his hand in front of you, trying to bring your attention back. "Are you going to apply the medicine or? I mean, it's cold."

"Oh yeah," you stutter. "Yeah, yeah, I was about to. Can you turn back so that I can apply it on your back?"

"Yeah," he nods and pressing his hands into the mattress, he shifts himself, turning a one hundred and eight degrees away from you so that his back is facing yours. "This okay?"

"Yeah," you agree. You bend your arm forward to take the cloth soaked in warm water and you press it against his back. Minho bites his tongue in pain, eyes watering before he can't take it anymore and he turns back to face you.

"Minho?"

"Can I do that thing you allowed me to do whenever I was in pain and you had to take care of me?" He asks, unsure, "Am I allowed?"

You nod, softly, smiling warmly at the man before you and you lift the chair up slightly. Minho quickly wraps his arms around your waist, his face buried into your soft chest as he edges closer to you. You place the warm cloth again on his broad back and Minho does what he has always done to combat pain.

He bites into your flesh softly, hard enough to trigger something weird within you at this age but soft enough to not cause any pain.

Your eyes widen and your thighs tighten a bit but Minho is unaware to all this as he snuggles into your warmth, head fuzzy with the pain that throbs through his entire back. After a few minutes, you place the cloth back on the table and hold the crucible tightly. You dig your forefinger and middle finger into the green mix before applying it on his back, soft circles to calm him down and Minho lets go of your flesh, although he still continues to snuggle into you, his thick arms tightening around your frame.

"You're comfortable to hug," he mumbles as you apply the medicine all over his back, his face occasionally pressing against your breast and you gulp, reminding yourself that this is your best friend, that this is the kid you've seen in all his embarrassments.

"Of course, I am," you laugh. "It doesn't pain that much, does it?"

"Not anymore."

"Good," and you apply another layer over the existing one. "Because if you say anything else to my mother, I swear to God, Lee Minho, I will—"

You don't complete. Minho laughs — soft, precious laughter that fills the air and engages your ears. He tilts his head to look up at you from his lower angle. You look down only to come in direct vision of his bright, glistening eyes that hold the stars behind them and his oh-so-flawless skin that you are envious of. Your heart beat escalates and you are about one hundred percent sure that Minho is aware. After all, he did have his ear against your chest in this position.

"Fine, fine," his voice is airy and you could listen to it the whole day. "I'll tell your mother that her daughter took care of me perfectly, alright?"

"Perfect," you smile. "Now sit up straight. I need to bandage you up, just in case." Minho begrudgingly pulls back, a soft whimper leaving his lips before he huffs, folding his arms and sitting straight, looking you in the eyes and you gulp.

"I'll be fine in a day, Y/N," Minho whines and you shake your head, mumbling, "Just in case." You turn your body to grab hold of the white roll of bandage before you beckon for him to come a little closer as you wrap the bandage over his torso, covering the medicinal herbs sticking to his body now.

"You, in fact," you chuckle as you tighten the bandage and Minho seethes in pain at having his muscles pressed. You rub his hair affectionately before continuing, "You, Lee Minho, should be ready enough to cash out money for the shower curtain."

"Fine, fine, fine," Minho huffs only to break out into a smile as he looks at you. "We'll go as soon as I don't think I'll die if I stand up and straighten my back, okay?"

"Perfect," you laugh and pull yourself away from your best friend, clipping the bandage in the exact manner. You help him lie back against the soft mattress. You pick up the crucible and the tub of water as you stand up.

"Y/N," Minho calls out for you and you turn, your head gliding against the joint and your eyebrows rising up in question.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks," he smiles, eyes closed and face so soft that you do want to hold it.

"For what?"

"For taking care of me, doofus. What would I have done had you not been there? You are my knight in shining armour now."

You laugh but your heart is furiously beating against your chest, thrumming against it so loudly that you can hear the beats. Your cheeks flush with heat and you look away, mumbling, "It's nothing," and walk away. You close the door quickly and fall against the vast wooden door finally, away from his presence and you hold the bowls close to you.

Fuck. When did your heart start beating this hard for the same man that you once knew as the stupid five year old with elephant print trunks? When did your heart start thrumming so loudly against your chest for your only best friend?

Either ways, you are doomed. Inevitably.

Jisung: baby, i think it's about time Changbin: for what? Jisung: you know, how we always said those two should probably fuck Changbin: yeah? Jisung: the sexual tension is too high. can we get it over with already and have them date already? Changbin: you've been trying this forever and you failed. Jisung: don't remind me. you're my boyfriend, support me. Changbin: fine! go, sungie!! i love you either way though.

It is exactly three days after the I-exposed-my-cock incident that Lee Minho agrees to go with you to buy the shower curtains.

"Can't we just buy it online?" He had whined, arms folding against each other as he scrolled through his phone. You stand by the sofa, head shaking in disappointment as you reason back, frustrated, "The material," and you hit his arm. Minho winces. "The material is important. I won't compromise on that. Plus, you promised that you would come with me to buy something that you tore. Isn't that only fair?"

Minho does so. After bargaining with him for one tub full of mint chocolate ice cream that you will never understand why he loves so much.

That is exactly how you find yourself here in this shop, shopping cart in your hand and Minho by your side.

"We are only buying the shower curtain," you tell him, staring at the half full shopping cart. "So I don't understand why we need all these."

Minho smiles sheepishly at you. He then points at the two tubs of ice cream and says, "One for you, and one for me. I even chose your favorite flavor!" He continues to point at each article and tell why he needs them very articulately and you stand there in surprise before breaking his speech.

"Fine, fine!" You push the cart ahead. "Now let's just go and get what we came here for." Minho follows you, his one hand on the shopping cart handle to keep pace with you. The two of you stop right in front of the array of curtains in different colours, some on display and some packaged and you smile, whispering under your breath, "Tada." Minho looks at you softly, at the small voice of joy that escapes your lips and he just watches you light up in fascination at something as simple as shower curtains.

Fuck, he loves your domesticity.

"Let's take this," Minho announces as he stretches his arms out to hold onto a pretty blue shower curtain. You hold it in between your fingers feeling the texture before announcing, "No."

"But why?" Minho whines, following your footsteps as you hold onto another shower curtain.

"Because it's polythene," you frown at your best friend. Minho looks at you, confused, his eyebrows furrowing as they look at you like you have grown another pair of hands and legs.

"And so?"

"You could tear it again!"

"It happened once," he sighs, frustrated. "Once. It's not like I'm waiting to fall in the shower, tear the curtain and have you see my dick all the time, babe."

Your cheeks flush at his announcement and the tag he calls you by, your eyes looking away from his pretty face for a split second. Minho shakes his hand, taking a step forward to check a few other shower curtains out when the two of you hear a very familiar voice from behind, in the most professional manner ever.

"Sir, the one you chose is perfect. It is very durable and doesn't stain on contact with water—"

"Han Jisung?" Minho turns, the words of shock leaving his mouth almost instantly. You turn impulsively, eyes wide.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?"

"Hey," you narrow your eyes at the other male. "I could file a report for bad customer service about now, Sungie."

He folds his arms and looks at the two of you suspiciously, "What are you guys doing here?" He raises an eyebrow at you, scoffing at you, "Like you would."

"What does it look like we're doing here, Sungie?" You bite back jokingly and Jisung laughs, gaze shifting between the two of you.

"I don't know," he runs a hand through his hair before folding his arms again, his fluorescent yellow uniform crumbling with the shift in his arms. "Is this some sort of a new way to date?"

"We aren't—" You quickly start when Minho pulls a curtain forward and breaks your sentence before you can complete as he asks Jisung, "This isn't polythene, is it?"

"Are you stupid?" Jisung frowns before he laughs. "That's clearly polythene. Minho, dude, you're a chemical engineering student. You have got to be kidding me if you can't identify polythene."

Minho doesn't pay heed to Jisung's words. You, on the other hand, stare at your best friend who walks away from you to examine more shower curtains. Did Lee Minho really ask Jisung, a literature student, whether that was polythene — What in the world?

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" Jisung snaps your attention back to the present. "Are you going to buy shower curtains today?"

"Yeah?"

"But your shower curtains were fine the last time I came home." You understand Jisung's surprise because the last time he did come home was five days back and the shower curtain was in a perfect condition. "What happened?"

You stretch your arms and point at Minho. The very culprit rolls his eyes before raising his eyebrows and sighing, voicing in the most dramatic voice you have ever heard Minho take, "Yes, Y/N. Yes, Ji. It's me. I tore the shower curtain because I fell in the shower."

"Ouch," Jisung acknowledges Minho's injury before walking past the two of you and taking a shower curtain. "Here's one. You might like this, Y/N."

"It's not PVC, Sungie."

Jisung wants to hit your head, terribly. Perhaps it's your adamance that is the reason as to why your friendship is this tight and strong but in moments like these, he likes Minho more. Minho stands by the side, arms folded and back resting against the wall as he trusts your judgement.

"Are you not going to tell her anything?"

"She handles all this at home. Give her what she wants, Ji," he laughs, fiddling with a few more shower curtains by his side. Jisung shakes his head in disappointment before mumbling, a soft frustrated groan leaving his lips as he throws his head back, "Definitely a married couple," and takes a few polyvinyl chloride made shower curtains.

"Here," he presses his lips. "Don't blame me if the designs aren't that great. You don't get that many good designs in PVC. People go for polythene because it's more available."

"PVC doesn't tear and it's easy to clean!"

"Seconding this as a chemical engineering student," Minho chirps in from behind. You and Jisung turn to look at the man who is on his phone currently and shake your head lightly. "What?"

"He remembers his major now!" Jisung clicks his tongue. "All say, praise the Lord."

"I'm agnostic." You frown.

"More reasons for you to say it easily!"

You find a plain one in the ones he showed you and you take it. Jisung smiles finally, mumbling, "You're a frustrating customer."

"Nah," you scoff. Minho pushes himself off the wall as soon as he sees you done with the selection. "I just know what I want exactly. You, on the other hand, sweetheart," you poke his chest and Jisung chuckles. "You're a pathetic salesperson."

"Of course," he laughs the insult away. "I'm a literature student. I should be working in a publishing company as a part timer."

Minho takes the shower curtain from your hand and puts it in the cart by the side. He comes back, throwing his arm over Jisung's shoulder and frowns, "Apparently publishing companies care a lot more about who your parents are than your resume."

"It's just that publishing company," the other male looks down. "I'll try applying for another one soon."

"Do you want to grab a drink at our place tonight?"

"Can I?"

"Sure," Minho agrees. He drops his arm from Jisung's shoulder and holds the cart handle back, pushing it forward slightly. You take big strides to stand by Minho's side, also holding the handle slightly. Jisung raises his eyebrows at the two of you and with a smile that you don't think twice about, Jisung laughs.

"I'm coming over tonight."

"Sure," you throw your thumbs up at him, stretching your arm. Minho smiles softly at you, his eyes lingering a little longer at your happy figure and he feels his heart beat a little quicker at your sight. Your hair strands framing your face so beautifully, eyes shining the minute you find the exact thing you've had in your mind and your lips curving upwards in joy.

Lee Minho finds the calmness that spring brings him every year in him all over again with you by his side.

"Bring the soju. Beer is on us!"

Jisung: binnie, binnie!! Changbin: yes, baby? Jisung: i think i have a plan. Changbin: let them be, babe. Jisung: we let them be all these years! they pinned after each other without even knowing and we had to see that painfully! Changbin: i guess you make a valid point there Jisung: is it going to rain today? Changbin: it's been raining for the last few days, sungie. it could. just because i study geography as my minor doesn't mean i can forecast weather. hey! Jisung: fine~ i'm going to get them to confess tonight 👀 Changbin: don't mess up. istg Jisung: trust me 🥺 Changbin: i do. more than ever ❤️

Jisung reaches your doorstep at sharp nine. With two bottles of soju in his hands, you see the stains of the droplets of rain falling onto his shoulder.

It is drizzling for now and you worry if it is to rain heavily in a few minutes as the forecast mentioned. You hate the thunder. You hate how the weather changes drastically and worsens to a point that it frightens you and makes you anxious. It's a phobia you have managed to hide from everyone for fears of being treated weaker.

Jisung makes himself at home. He always has. He places the soju bottles on the kitchen countertop and Minho smiles to himself as he walks towards the point where Jisung has happily seated himself. Minho and you are on the other end of the counter while Jisung sits on the adjustable chair, swirling in it before stopping and facing you, Minho and the bottles of soju before him.

"Did it finally hit him?"

"I think?" You whisper back.

"I'm right here!" Jisung yells and you smile. Minho pulls the chair from under the counter and sits himself opposite the other male, pressing his lips together and trying to not laugh. He opens the bottle of soju after shaking it and hitting it against his elbow for a while. It clinks open, the metal hitting the glass before falling onto the table and you watch the two, as Minho pours a drink for Jisung.

He downs it in one go, letting out a loud sigh before stretching his arms and demanding a second one.

"Go easy, Sungie. You have the whole night."

"I don't," he huffs. "Now, please."

Minho pours it again before looking at you and you shake your head to indicate that you wouldn't mind a few. You grab hold of one of the empty cups on the counter before stretching your arm too. Minho laughs – a soft chuckle, so airy and light that you find yourself holding your breath for a small second there – and he pours you your drink.

You twirl your drink, watching the liquid glide against the surface of the cup. Your best friend gets up and walks a little into the kitchen to open the fridge and grab a box of leftovers of fried chicken that you bought a few days ago. He pulls open the microwave to heat it and as he waits, he turns to look back at Jisung and asks him finally.

"Do you want me to drop a word to my uncle?"

"About?"

"He heads the Cheongsam Publication," Minho reveelas, pulling out the chicken from the microwave. He places it before the two of you and almost like you and Jisung were zoomed in, in an American sitcom, both of you gasp dramatically.

"Am I really your best friend?" Jisung yells and you narrow your eyes at Minho. Faking tears in his eyes, he persists in questioning, "Do I not matter to you, Minho?"

"Why are you rooming with me when you could possibly afford a whole room on your own?"

"Yes, Jisung," Minho sighs and sits back on his chair. You bend forward, arms folded against the table as you stare at your best friend in betrayal. "Also, Y/N, don't you love having me around?"

He laughs and rests his head on your shoulder suddenly, causing you to stiffen them in response. Your eyes drift to the left, trying to not make it overtly obvious that Minho's sudden reaction has taken you by surprise. Your eyes land forward on Jisung who looks at you as if he knew this all along, as if he wanted exactly this. The man has a goddamn smirk plastered on his face.

Jisung downs two more shots and you look at him with a raised eyebrow, mumbling, "Slow the fuck down. No one's chasing you."

"Yeah, my goddamn plan," he mumbles before coughing and taking another. Minho sits up straight, finally lifting his head from your shoulder. He stretches his arm to pat Jisung's shoulder in comfort.

"I'll drop a word."

"Now, don't you dare go and say that you want to earn it and all that bullshit," you sigh. "It's the fucking Republic Of Korea. Nepotism is the norm."

"Not planning on saying that," Jisung glares at you. Clearly, Jisung is slightly tipsy, having been the only person to keep drinking. You and Minho opt to just watch over Jisung for the night. Your best friend puckers his lips in Minho's direction and blowing kisses, he says, "I love you, Minho."

"Changbin wouldn't like you saying that to another man though," you scoff and Jisung flips you the middle finger before downing one more and standing up. The thunder rattles the three of you exactly then and you grip the table, face turning pale instantly. Minho's attention darts to you quickly in concern.

"You okay?" You hum in response, unconvincingly though to Minho whose gaze lingers on you in worry for just a while more. That is, till Jisung rips it away by dramatically placing the back of his hand on his forehead and playing the damsel in distress as he gasps so loudly, staring at the big window.

"It's raining heavily," he sighs and you shudder, afraid of another thunderstorm as you grip tightly on the side of the table.

"So?" Minho asks, both eyebrows raised at the man before him, looking at the two of you with doe eyes.

"I'm staying over, thanks," he rushes and runs to your bedroom, quickly shutting the door and latching it and you and Minho stare at each other. As soon as the realisation of what could happen dawns over you, you rush to your closed bedroom, fists banging against the wooden door.

"Yah, Han Jisung," you turn to look at Minho who watches you in amusement. "Open the fucking door."

"No. I don't want to go back home in the rain. You and Minho can share the bed. I am never opening the door. Good night."

"What the fuck? Yah, Sungie, stop acting like a child. Open the door now." You hear no response. "Sungie? Answer me. Open the door please." Minho walks over to you, and tries knocking too, in vain however because Jisung has no plans to open the door.

You look at Minho, the man slightly towering you as he stands by your side and you gasp. You had to share the bed with the same man you just realised you could, perhaps, have developed feelings for?

"Fuck."

Jisung: it finally seems to be working, binnie! luck's on my side this time. Changbin: oh baby. just please don't be disappointed if it doesn't work out this time either. Jisung: i won't be because it's definitely going to work out. eeeee! i'm so excited!

Another thunderstorm ripples through the air.

Your heart beats quicker in anxiety, eyes squeezing shut as you grip tightly on the pillow, a light whimper leaving your lips. You feel the mattress shuffling underneath you and in the next minute, your ears are covered by Minho's hands. You stiffen as he edges closer to you, his chin resting on your shoulder as his palm pressed against your pinna, covering your ear completely to protect you from the loud sounds of the thunder.

"Minho, what—"

His hand on your right ear slightly shifts to the side as he bends forward to whisper into your ear, to amplify the sounds enough as a way to distract you.

"You never ever told me you were scared of thunderstorms."

Lee Minho is way too close to you to think straight. You feel his body pressed against your back, heat radiating from him to you through your oversized hoodie. His breath is harsh against your skin as he leans close to whisper into your ear. And all this in an attempt to forget the thunderstorm.

So far, it's working like magic.

Your voice is almost small when you inform him, "We never happened to be in the same place during one," and Minho swears to God, he could lose it completely. All the self control to not confess and take you there is so ready to be shoved out of the window that all he can do is try and focus on worrying about your fears.

"I'll protect you," he mumbles so softly that you turn around to look at him. His eyes are bright in the soft lights in his room and as he lies by your side, so close that you can hear his heart that beats faster and his breath that is shallow, your lips part and you watch him.

You are fully justified for falling in love with this man.

A man that tells you he'd protect you from your fears, god alone knows how, but the fact that they don't seem like empty words. A man that you know like the back of your hand and the same man that seems to have protected you all throughout your life, even if you have done the same. It was inevitable. Falling for Lee Minho is inevitable.

And that's why you kiss him. Because you're in love with him so badly that all you can zero in is him, him, him.

Your lips press against his, so softly for a split second. As if you are unsure. As if you know you could be ruining years of friendship over something the two of you could consider a mistake.

You kiss him and suddenly it's the only thing that matters to you right now. Him, him, him. Your lips are slow and soft against him. It is almost as if you are reminding yourself that there has been nothing more morbidly right than this. To fall in love with your best friend. Minho's hand slowly lifts up to rest below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breath mingles only for a split second — one filled with hesitance and uncertainty — before you pull away, looking at your best friend.

It is just a second of a kiss and with Minho so stiff by your side, you panic, and ramble. "I'm sorry. I should have thought it could be unrequited. I like you and I should have asked—”

Minho crashes his lips on yours, so quickly that it takes your breath away and cuts your sentence in half, but you don't care. He pulls you towards him, hands cupping your face tightly and angling it to kiss you, encasing your lower lips in his as he moves against your pink ones. You let out a small gasp as you deepen the kiss, running your fingers down his spine, holding him as close as possible until there is no space left between the two of you. It is just you and him in this small room. Just you and him in focus. You can feel the beating of his heart against your chest. Loud, clear and unknown to you that it beats for you in this minute. That it has always been beating for you.

Minho presses his tongue to the seam of your lips and, the minute you let him in, he delves inside your mouth, tongue chasing after yours. Minho kisses you like he has finally achieved the greatest thing ever and he never wants to let it go. Minho kisses like he loves you and you feel it. You feel every ounce of it.

Your arms move up his back and tangle around his thick, strong neck. Playing with the ends of his roots, you suck on his lower lips before he pulls away and finally tells you, "I've always been in love with you, Y/N. Always."

Kissing you again, his thumb digs into the skin by your jaw as he delves deeper, as if he never wants to let you go. The air in the room heats up when your hand moves under his shirt, feeling his muscles under your skin and you moan against his lips. Minho lets go of your lips only to kiss the side of it and then your cheeks and then your jugular before he is littering kisses all over your neck. You moan explicitly, gripping on him and slightly grinding on his thigh. You feel your core heating up, arousal sticking to your panties and all you can think is,

“I want you.”

Minho swears to God that he has always loved confident women but when you shattered right before him and built your confidence right back up — that is the hottest thing he swears he has seen. That, and the fact that you had always been hot before his eyes.

“Really?” Minho lifts himself up and hovers on top of you.

“Really,” you decide to respond before you cup his face and pull his face closer to yours. You don't pull him in for a kiss just yet. Your eyes zero on him, trying to cancel out the loud thunderstorms in the background and just focus on the man before you that you love, that you've been in love unknowingly for a while.

You just hold his face and learn. You try to remember every single detail of his face that you never focussed on before.

You realise over again that his eyes are your favourite thing. They are black as charcoal and yet still shimmer as if stars are trapped and enclosed beneath them. And when he narrows them to look at you with a daze, your heart throbs and you gulp. They make your heart hurt whenever they fix on you.

You know his skin is soft as you touch. As creamy and velvety as they are, you can't stop touching him.

His mouth is a pretty shade of coral, plump and pouty and honestly so kissable it hurts to look at it for more than a few seconds. You wonder how you haven't driven yourself to kiss him yet. All these years.

Everything about his face is soft and delicate, that is till he turns a little to the side and angles it perfectly, his head backward and you can clearly see the sharpness of his jawline; the distinct manly cut that makes your mouth dry and your heart beat faster.

“You are perfect,” you gulp, your eyes back on him and Minho smiles widely. His warm breath caresses your face and his forehead is pressed against yours immediately.

“You know what else is perfect, baby?”

“No,” your voice is airy, even though you already know what he is going to say. You know it and yet the thought causes your heart to skip a bit, and flutter a lot in your chest.

“You and everything you have to offer. You are not average. You are one of the most perfect women I've seen in my whole life, Y/N,” he says. As soon as the words spill from his mouth, your lips are on his, claiming his mouth, the same ones that whispered into your ear that there is nothing to be afraid when he's right there by your side.

He gasps loudly as your hands leave his face and move to his hair to pull him down towards you — you need him so close to you. Your fingers get lost in his thick locks as you tug on them, forcing him to bend a lot forward and gladly welcome the intrusion of your tongue.

His lips are as soft as feathers and they feel like what you think heaven feels like. The warmth you experience is so much more than the tingle of first kisses and those innocent butterflies have nothing on the wanting void of a pit in your nether regions and the slick in between your thighs.

His hands slide down from your hips to reach behind your back and pull you upwards, only to tightly clasp around the curve of your bottom cheeks.

“Minho,” you groan against his lips after he pulls away from you. His lips are red and swollen, slick and shining with your saliva and so incredibly inviting you all over again and you fear that you may never want to stop kissing him for as long as you are breathing. You fear getting too addicted to this human – more than you already are – to a point where you need to be attached to him by the hip, to never let go of him.

Minho's lips move from your swollen lips to the curve of your jaw, down to the curved edges of your neck, sucking and kissing every exposed skin.

His hand moves from your clothed arse to under your hoodie, hand pressed against your back as he pulls you closer and forwards, until your chests are pressed against one another. His mouth is everywhere and god, you feel infinite and powerful.

His lips hover on yours. He smiles widely and you think it's cute. He inches his chin forward, flicking your nose a little with his own, a shy smile on his lips as he silently asks the permission to claim your lips anew; all over again.

You nod your head to signal yes. You hold your breath and your eyes flutter shut, awaiting him and his warmth.

Minho's kiss is slow and delicate at first. It is drawn out in a way that makes you want more, so much more, that you want to pull him in and suck the life out of him and yet, at the same time, it is precious and laced with not only the passion of the moment but also the tenderness of a first time together.

It makes your insides twitch and your heart lunge and it fogs up all of your thoughts to the point you feel yourself drowning in the sensation of his lips, pressed tightly on your own.

Your heart is beating quicker than ever in your chest, against your ribs, and you pull him even closer, so tight your chests have no choice but to heave against each other with every single breath you take. You don’t want to let him go, not now, not tomorrow, not ever.

Minho is something you desperately want to hold onto in your life. He knows your secrets, your everything. He knows what you like and how you like it. He seems to know everything and the thought of letting him go aches your heart and constraints your throat with a sob you wouldn't dare to let out. You want him to be completely yours.

And these thoughts turn you desperate. They force you to make the kiss deeper, to lick his lips and bite them down, to gulp down every sigh and whimper that comes out of him and make them your own. To make him yours.

Your eyes flutter shut, taking in the way his mouth moves over yours, arching further into him. You groan into his mouth and his grip on your back tightens instantly.

“I want you so much, Minho,” you whimper against him after your lips part from his. You lick your lips and gaze at him with your partially closed eyes. “So fucking much.”

“Then, have me. Take me,” Minho purrs against your exposed skin. In a minute, he pulls the oversized hoodie over you, leaving you in just your undergarments as he discards it to the side. His mouth moves over the skin above your breasts and his hand traces the bra you are wearing. He gazes at it and mumbles before latching his mouth back on your skin, “You are so fucking beautiful. Always have been.”

You gleam in pride and your body arches at the contact of his mouth on your skin. Your hands are on the side of his face as you pull him away.

“Can I?”

“Have me? Yes. Completely,” he smiles. He wonders if you are confident. That's all that he hopes when you look at him so unsure and so doubtingly.

You wet your lips again quickly, your breath coming out in hot puffs of air. Your hands immediately rush to his top, roughly pushing it above. Minho helps you out and pulls it completely away. You are blinded by the passion burning inside of you, your hands eager to explore and touch every expanse of his glowing skin. You want to touch, feel, have a complete experience. You want Minho to remind you of everything you are missing out on.

Your lips attack his neck in a hurry, all rough and passionate on his tender, soft skin, blooming red roses that turn purple against it. You repeat your actions till he’s softly moaning out your name, almost purring them out that you feel yourself becoming slicker. His hands on your back pull you closer and into him so that you won’t stop tainting his flesh and slowly, his soul, in the best ways possible.

Minho whines and sighs and grunts for you. He doesn't hold himself back as his lips leave appreciation for who you are. He closes his eyes as he parts his lips to whimper out your name with every new thing you find that excites him and it drives you absolutely insane.

You know you should not but you can’t stop wondering how he would sound like as you fuck him hard, rock on his cock to milk his orgasm, make him beg not to stop. You desperately want to break him and draw all these nice sounds out of him, but you know it would most probably be the other way round. Minho allows you to take control occasionally but you know he wants the lead. He wants to be the one to break you apart and pull you back together.

He pulls back from you, his hands leaving your back and resting on either of your sides. Minho's dark hair brushes over his crescent lidded eyes and nearly shields the hungry, desperate gaze of them. His hand plays with the strap of your panties as his gaze flickers between affection and lust. He cocks his head to the side before asking, “You do want this, right?”

You nod, hoping it would be enough and that he would resume.

“I need to hear you say it out loud, baby,” he firmly says and you gulp.

“Yes, yes. Minho, fuck, I want this. I need this,” you whine, your eyes glassy, as you grip his forearm to lift yourself up and grate and move against the evident bulge on his jeans.

Minho merely needs that verbal confirmation. He pulls away your panties, resting on your hips and you groan. Still hovering above you and his hands over your pubic mound, his fingers trail lower and you tug at your lower lip in anticipation. Easily, he finds your clit, and begins to rub in slow, languid, lazy motion, up and down, waiting for the moan he so loves to hear from you to spill from your mouth. He grins when he hears those little whimpers and you feel your legs lose mobility from the pleasure he brings you with just a flick of his finger.

Your back slightly arches off the soft mattress upon the bed when his finger leaves your clit to draw a line up your wet slit, collecting as much of your arousal as he can before slipping his glistening fingers out to admire them in the light. Your cheeks taint pink in embarrassment.

“Fuck,” Minho moans, taking his coated finger into his mouth to suck your juices from it. His eyes flutter shut as if he’s tasting the sweetest aphrodisiac ever known and your lips part at this sight. Lee Minho looks irresistible and you want him, completely.

“God,” he groans. Minho slides himself down your body until he’s in level with your pussy. His eyes gazed at it in sheer adoration and your hand slapped against your mouth. He takes two fingers to spread your lips apart for a better view. “You’re dripping, baby girl.”

You wail as he drags a finger up and down your slit, playfully teasing your fold, making you whine his name out loud. The way you plead for him, beg for him, grind down on his teasing fingers, all set a fire inside you. This has been what you had been craving for so long. The ability of this man to cloud your thoughts and set your body on fire makes you yearn for him even more.

“Minho,” you cry out, whimpering underneath him. “Fingers. I need you. Please, Minho.”

You gasp, your voice airy, when the tip of his finger tentatively slips into you while your fingers dig at his shoulders between your thighs. “Minho, I want you. I just really want you. I need to feel you. Please.”

He drags his finger out of you before you clutch onto him, feeling the need to be overwhelmed. He presses his thumb on your clit and a whimper leaves your mouth.

“Minho.” And he slides his digit in again almost as if on cue. He pumps his finger in and out of you as his thumb harshly rubs circles on your clit. Your hand leaves your mouth and grabs your hair as the other digs further into his shoulder.

His mouth leaves hot air against the skin covering your acetabulum and you shudder. His lips graze from there till your thigh before biting on them, sucking them deliriously and leaving you as a whimpering mess.

“Minho, fuck!” You scream, your fingers grabbing your hair to hold control of your body.

“That's it, baby,” he says against the skin of your thighs. “How I've wanted those beautiful lips to scream out my name from when I've felt them.”

Minho adds another finger and your eyes are screwed shut as he curls them within you and you gasp at the feeling of being widened. You are elated and you feel your arousal leaking down your thighs. He rubs your inside and your clitoris faster and you push your hips towards him, moving with his pace. Minho is also leaving beautiful purple marks in a trail on your thigh and you gape in awe.

You find it all too much. Your emotions are all over the place and your hormones rise up. The movement of his fingers inside you and around your clit, his lips attacking your erogenous spots, kissing, biting and licking short stripes on them. It finally gets to you and you scream his name out in pleasure. Your first orgasm comes crashing down upon you, blinding you. You release all over his fingers and Minho helps you ride out your high as he drags his finger repeatedly but this time, slower than what had been.

Your head lifts up and hits the pillow slightly as it tilts away. Minho moves upwards, hovering over your face and smiles. You smile back. You are so happy and you do not know how to put it into words.

“Minho?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks?”

“For what?” He looks at you quizzically.

“That was my first orgasm in months now that wasn't brought about by my own fingers,” you smile wearily and Minho leans forwards and kisses your forehead.

"Should have come to me," he laughs.

"Didn't know if I'd be ruining our friendship."

"Pfft," he scoffs, before kissing you again, his lips gliding against yours and piecing in as if they were always meant to be against yours. "I've been in love with you forever."

"Took me a while to know my own feelings," you mumbles. “Also,” you continue, hoping he listens to your request. “Can I . . . ride you?”

Minho is stunned. There are so many things about you that stuns him and maybe it's the way you try to take control that make you look so much hotter before his eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you plead. “If that is not a bother to you.”

“Why would it? Your wish is my command, but only for this night. Next time, my love, we do this my way,” he teases and winks and your core throbs at his words.

Minho pulls himself away from your body, pulling his shirt over his head and his denim down and away. As he flings his clothes aside and relaxes against the mattress, his cock springs free against his stomach, leaking with milky precum. You sit up beside the space Minho has taken over and watch him and his cock deliriously and lustfully.

You sit up, crawling over to straddle his lap, nervousness setting into your stomach. You’re really doing this. You gulp and swallow the saliva as you look at Minho, whose gaze gives you comfort and confidence. The muscles in your arm stiffens as you grip his shoulder for stability and Minho notices.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you, sensing your reluctance and worry. He pushes back the stray hair falling over your eyes. “You're doing wonderful, babygirl. You are finally all mine. What a pretty girl and all to myself now."

You nod, biting down on your lower lip, and tugging at it harshly, cheeks heating up at his words, arousal gushing out as you look down before aligning with his cock. You want this. You needed this release.

As your folds, dripping with thick, sticky arousal, brush the tip of his hardened cock, you feel a shudder run down your spine. You instinctively allow yourself to lower further, taking the rest of him in you swiftly with the help of your arousal. Sinking down around his dick and feeling him fully wrapped around your clutching walls has you moaning out his name, gasping and panting for air, “Fuck, Minho.”

You rock your hips into him, trying this as you picture it to be, already finding yourself tightening and clenching around his thick length. He fills you up so nicely, stuffing you perfectly full and you salivate. Your lips parts and you find your hips moving on their own accord.

As much as Minho wants to give you complete power over this, it isn't like him and he wishes he could be better. Minho takes your hips in his hands, taking control of your movements to raise you up, leaving you empty and whining. You clench around nothing but air and your own walls, desperate to sink back down. “Minho,” you whine, your lower lip puckers forwards and you feel sad.

As his hand grip around your hips to get a better hold, he slams you back down on his cock, hard, causing you to scream. “Minho, ah!”

He continuously guides you in a rhythmic movement, throwing his head back into his pillows and groaning. You are glad he is helping you out because you know you could not have done it on your own after having just ridden out your high.

The sheen of sweat glistening on his chest catches your eye as he pants. The way his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hangs open with pleasure only makes you move faster around his cock. The sight before you makes you want to see him fucked out further. You want him to crumble under you because of you.

You ride him, bouncing on his dick and clenching when you feel yourself reaching your climax for the second time that night. Minho’s finger moves down and slips between your sweat soaked bodies to rub your clit, pushing you even further over the edge. Minho knows how to make a woman putty in his hands and you are a living witness of this.

“Are you going to come?” He asks, breathlessly, his voice airy and light, almost floating away. He pulls his head forward to kiss your collarbones, sucking harsh bruises against your skin, continuing further down the existing purple bruises.

“Y-Yes,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging on the dark strands. “Mhm, fuck, you feel so good, Minho.” You lean forward and the motion causes Minho to whine. You quickly catch it as your lips fall on his. His lips enclose yours and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you move on his cock, lazily.

Words, unfiltered and raw, spill out from your mouth after your lips leave his as you feel the high that is creeping up slowly within you. “Minho, fuck. Oh fuck, you feel so good.”

“Then, come.”

Minho moans against your neck as he feels you, his finger rubbing your clit, “Babygirl, oh fuck. Come all over my cock.”

Minho’s other hand that is not occupied leaves your hip and moves upwards to find their place on your neck. His fingers gently wrap themselves around your neck and his eyes flicker a mischief that makes you wetter than you already are. He presses his fingers against your neck with pressure and you choke. Your mouth opens wide and your tongue falls out slightly resting on your lower lip. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench around Minho’s cock tightly.

Minho learns that your dirty liking for choking is incredibly hot. Seeing you like this is what he knows would get him to come when you are not around. Your fucked out expression as you gasp for air makes Minho plunge into you harder and you choke harder.

A final flick of his finger over your sensitive button and a bit more pressure over your neck are all it takes for your body to flood with pleasure and ecstasy. Your legs tighten around Minho's waist, curling in as you ride out your high for as long as possible, still moving your hips against him. His fingers let go of your neck and you breath loudly, taking in huge gulps of air.

Not long after your undoing, he comes inside you, coating your walls with his seed as you feel his length pulsate within you.

Once your body falls limp against his chest, equally fucked out and panting for air, you feel him going soft inside you. He lifts you up, slowly slipping out of you and gently laying you by his side. His fingers rub small circles on your hips after pulling you closer into him.

“Hey,” you say and smile.

Minho kisses your forehead and then, the peak of your nose, and finally, kisses your lips, softly. It isn't lustful or anything. Just plain passion seeping from him to you. You feel his admiration and an emotion you fear to mistake for love. He pulls away and smiles, “Hey, beautiful.”

He comes closer and licks the side of your neck, where he had wrapped his fingers out. The one fantasy that you are so in love with. He peppers soft kisses around it and mumbles an apology.

“No,” you quickly stop him. “That was everything. I— I really like you." Pausing, the thought crashes your head, post your high and you mumble, "Fuck, I fell in love with my best friend."

You nuzzle into his chest after he pulls back, your arms wrapping around his body as you calm yourself. Minho chuckles into your ear, "Yes, yes. You clearly did. What do we do now?"

"Take responsibility." You mumble as you slowly find yourself feeling sleepy. Your eyes are slowly drooping and your voice lowers in tone, words drifting away almost, “You better take responsibility for my feelings and take care of me.”

“It'd truly be my honour,” Minho mumbles, lifting you slowly to push his one arm beneath your neck. He uses the other hand to push your hair away from your face. Kissing your forehead, lips lingering for a while, he smiles to himself, laughing slightly as he asks you, "Was the schlong good?”

You laugh softly, snuggling into his chest, fist against it as you try to fall asleep, thunderstorms long forgotten. Kissing his chest, you giggle, "Best ever schlong I have ever had, baby. All mine to keep now."

Jisung: can you pick me up? Changbin: this late? Jisung: i just wanted them to confess. not fuck like bunnies. useless fact i learnt today: they are both loud in bed. Changbin: i'm laughing off the bed literally!!! also!!! Jisung: yeah? Changbin: and they were roommates! Jisung: god, they were roommates. 🙄❤️

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years ago

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JC adopts stray/rouge cultivators after the war au to cope with the destruction of lotus pier. also i love your writing so much!!

Gratuitously Acquired - ao3

At first, he took anyone who would join, needing numbers – needing people. There were plenty of cultivators that wanted to be associated with a great sect. Plenty, too, that were barely more than criminals, wanting to use the smoke and ash of war to obscure the past, to cover up old crimes and wash themselves clean.

Jiang Cheng wasn’t in any position to refuse them. Soldiers were soldiers.

After the war ended, though…

Some he cast out. Others, even more despicable, he slaughtered for what they’d done.

A few –

“Yan Qiao.”

The female cultivator in question, who had been sneaking out of the still mostly ruined Lotus Pier at night in flagrant violation of curfew, froze in her tracks.

“Uh,” she said. “Sect Leader Jiang. Fancy finding you…here…now…at this time…”

Jiang Cheng looked at the basket of buns in her hands. “You’re stealing leftovers from our kitchens to feed orphans among the common people,” he said. “Again.”

She blushed. “No one wants them now that there’s better available, Sect Leader! Really, they’ll only go stale, and then rot – and I never stole when it was the army eating them!”

“That’s not the point,” Jiang Cheng said irritably. “Tell me, how in the name of heavens did you really get branded as a criminal? Distributed too many alms? Did too much charity?”

Yan Qiao coughed, turning red. “I told you before, Sect Leader. I killed a man.”

“He must have done something particularly heinous, then. You’re shitat killing.”

“Now I am. Sect Leader, if you don’t mind…”

“You’re one of the ones who wants my surname, right?” he interrupted. “Consider it granted.”

Yan Qiao – no, he supposed he’d better start thinking of her as Jiang Qiao – gaped at him. “But…Sect Leader!”

“I’ve barely granted it to anyone, so you’d better live up to it, you hear me?” Jiang Cheng said in his best threatening voice. He’d been assured by several people that it was really quite threatening, anyway. “I don’t want any excuses. Now go feed your damn orphans, and in the morning I want a report on how you think we can do it in a more structured manner. I can’t have you sneaking off every night anymore! Now that you’re a Jiang, you’re going to have work.”

When they were done with war and started firmly on rebuilding, the Jiang sect’s name was firmly reestablished as a Great Sect once more, it was the opportunists that came.

Smiling faces, sycophantic voices, cowards one and all – like beetles crawling out of the woodwork, not willing to risk their lives, but willing enough to beg for scraps and advantages later on when it seemed safe enough to do so.

Jiang Cheng wanted to chase them all away, but his sect was still weaker than he wanted to admit, still rebuilding, still more army than civilian operation. They had valiant soldiers by the dozen, but they needed more than that. They needed administrators, supervisors, artisans, smiths, merchants, laundry-women…

They needed workers. The ones they got – well, cowards they might be, but skills they had.

He still rejected most of the worst of them.

Most.

“Bo Zhou,” he said, inspecting the surprisingly flush list of taxes they’d collected that quarter, and the man in question turned to grin unrepentantly at him. “You’d tell me if you were a con artist in a previous life, right?”

“A previous life, Sect Leader?” Bo Zhou said. He was still grinning, but then, he was always grinning. He had a crooked leg and an even more crooked heart, and he’d probably steal candy from little children if he happened to have a hankering, but he was amazing at getting people to do what he wanted. Too amazing, really. “Why limit yourself? What about thislife?”

“…Bo Zhou. Tell me you aren’t a former con artist.”

“I may or may not have had a sideline selling snake oil and protective talismans before I became a cultivator,” Bo Zhou admitted cheerfully, and Jiang Cheng pinched the bridge of his nose – less out of actual irritation and more to keep from actually laughing. The only person he knew that was more shameless than Bo Zhou was Wei Wuxian; he couldn’t wait to introduce them once Wei Wuxian stopped skulking around in wine shops long enough to get back to doing his job as Jiang Cheng’s head disciple and right hand. “Who would’ve known that making all those fake talismans ended up making me pretty good at making actual talismans when I became a cultivator? Really, who could have called that?”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “Who taught you how to cultivate, anyway? Can I – I don’t know – seek vengeance on behalf of the rest of the world or something?”

Bo Zhou rolled his eyes right back at him. Shameless! “Is this about the taxes? Just be happy I got them all!”

“I can’t just be happy! What if this money is stolen property?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sect Leader. They’re what we shouldbe getting, and from all the right people. You told me this was the right amount yourself!”

“Yes, but no one ever actually pays the full amount!” Jiang Cheng enjoyed the way Bo Zhou’s jaw dropped. “I just wanted to see if you could actually do it.”

“I’m hurt at your lack of trust.” Bo Zhou paused, considering. “Also a little impressed at you for keeping a straight enough face to trick me. Well done, Sect Leader.”

“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng said. “You too, Jiang Zhou.”

“It’s Bo…” He trailed off, comprehension arriving and speech departing, and this time he didn’t have a quick retort. He’d been nagging Jiang Cheng on and off for the Jiang surname for the last few weeks, more joking than anything else – he knew that Jiang Cheng hadn’t given his surname to the vast majority of the new people in his sect, only the very few he thought were worth it.

Jiang Cheng enjoyed the newly dubbed Jiang Zhou’s moment of speechlessness thoroughly, since he was moderately sure he wasn’t going to get another one anytime in the next – ever, possibly.

“You proved your worth and your trustworthiness,” he said, patting Jiang Zhou on the shoulder. It occurred to him that he should probably come up with a courtesy name for the man, although he wasn’t sure the man would want one. “Also, congratulations, you’re now the person in charge of tax collection. See if you can think up some new thoughts about supplementing our income, will you? We have so many costs, and I don’t want to rely on Lanling Jin more than I can help it, not like Gusu Lan…”

“Oh, really?” Jiang Zhou interrupted, abruptly excited. “I have so many ideas! How ethical do you want to be about this?”

Jiang Cheng paused. “…very?”

“Be reasonable, Sect Leader!”

“…moderately?” he tried, a little more desperately.

“I can work with moderately. I don’t suppose you’d accept ‘thin and barely plausible veneer’?”

“No.”

“Oh well. Moderately ethical it is!”

Most of the Jiang sect was slaughtered during the attack on the Lotus Pier. Disciples Jiang Cheng had grown up with his whole life, had expected to see by his side in the future, his friends, his family, even his petty childhood enemies – all gone.

Well, not all gone. There were some Jiang disciples that had been away from Lotus Pier at the time, whether on some errand or a night-hunt or other reasons; they rushed back to his side as soon as they could, of course, and formed the core of Jiang Cheng’s new Jiang sect. When he’d felt utterly alone, when even Wei Wuxian was missing, they had been there for him. They’d preserved their lives and then they’d promised them to him, and it wasn’t until they knelt before him that he really felt like a Sect Leader.

There was no way he could give any of them up now.

“Jiang Meimei, you can’t go,” he said, having completely abandoned all shame in favor of clutching at her robes as if he were a child. “I need you!”

“I’m not even a proper Jiang disciple!” she exclaimed, exasperated – or possibly just annoyed that her grand plan to sneak out in the middle of the night had been stymied by his ambush. “Just because my surname is still Jiang doesn’t mean I didn’t get kicked out, remember?”

“I thought you just left,” Jiang Cheng said, temporarily distracted. “No one ever really talked much about it, actually, but to the extent anyone did, they said that you’d decided that your inclinations were more suited to being a rogue cultivator. That you didn’t want to be weighed down by sect expectations –”

“Hah!” Jiang Meimei tossed her head. “As if it wouldn’t be better to be a roving sect cultivator than a rogue cultivator! I won’t deny that I had a fair bit of wanderlust in my youth –”

“You’re only ten years older than me, you’re not that old.”

“Shut up, brat.”

“You can’t tell me to shut up, I’m your sect leader.”

“You’re my baby cousin is what you are, and, again, I’m actually not part of the Jiang sect!”

“That’s ridiculous,” Jiang Cheng argued. “You’ve been at my side during the entire Sunshot Campaign.”

“I wasn’t going to let my baby cousin get himself murdered, now was I?” Jiang Meimei sniffed. “But I’m still a rogue cultivator. They kicked me out when I wouldn’t accept a marriage, and I’m still firm on that.”

Jiang Cheng blinked. “Wait, you don’t want to be married? Really?” he asked, concerned. “But what about poor Liu Lingling? You shouldn’t be sleeping with her if you don’t intend to be serious about it! I’m pretty sure she’s just waiting for the current project you’re working on to finish to find a matchmaker to exchange birth characters –”

“They wanted me to marry a man,” Jiang Meimei clarified, but her habitual frown had eased considerably; she looked almost on the verge of a smile. “A-Cheng, you’re being dense again. You’re the Sect Leader of a Great Sect now. You know that that means you need to have alliances, marriage contacts with other sects, and that means using your subsidiary branches.”

“Jiang Meimei, you’re the one being dense,” Jiang Cheng said. “You think I’d force you into a marriage? I don’t have subsidiary branches. I barely have a sect, even after all this time. I’m not Wen Ruohan, handing out my surname to anyone who wants it – I only give it to the ones that matter, the ones I want to keep, and those of you that actually share my blood are even rarer, even more precious. How could I give you away?”

Jiang Meimei pursed her lips.

“I really do need you,” Jiang Cheng said quietly. “You weren’t part of the Jiang sect at all, not really, but you still came to help me – you were there from the beginning of the Sunshot Campaign, and you’ve never strayed, never left. You’re my right hand. I can’t do without you.”

Jiang Meimei turned her head away. “It’s not that I want to leave you,” she said. “But becoming a rogue cultivator was hard enough the first time. I couldn’t rely on any of the things that I had always had, everything always changing. I was young and angry then, I could handle it, but things are different now. I’m less flexible, less compromising, older, more tired – I can’t just walk out on a whim and just rough it anymore. I have a girl who, yes, I want to eventually marry; I want to have children. I need certainty. Are you going to give it to me?”

Jiang Cheng looked down at his hands. He’d known it was going to have to come to this, but he’d been dragging his feet, not wanting to succumb to a reality that already existed. Had existed for longer than he wanted to admit, as if simply denying it would mean that it wasn’t the truth.

Like a child.

“Yes,” he said, though it tore his heart out of his chest to do it. “I will. Jiang Meimei…will you take the position of Head Disciple?”

Wei Wuxian wasn’t coming back. Jiang Cheng had already cast him out of the sect, just like Jiang Meimei had been, except in Wei Wuxian’s case it had been something that Wei Wuxian himself had demanded. He was living in Yiling now, and by all reports was quite happy there with his little Wen sect family that he’d picked over Jiang Cheng and all his family.

He was never coming back.

It was time to move on.

“Yes,” she said, and shoved her pack into his chest. “Now go unpack that for me. Consider it payment for driving me to extreme measures!”

“I’m your sect leader, you know,” he grumbled. “Officially, now. You could show me some respect.”

“Would you rather pay for my wedding down the line?”

“I’m going, I’m going!” And then, as he scurried over away, he shouted over his shoulder: “As if I wouldn’t be paying for it anyway! You think my Head Disciple’s going to be married in anything other than top style? Better start planning…”

“Don’t rush me! Brat!”

Jin Ling wasn’t surnamed Jiang, but he was the most important person in all of the Lotus Pier – and Jiang Cheng wanted to make sure everyone knew it. It hadn’t been easy for him to get the chance to help care for Jin Ling, especially here, so far away from home; Jiang Cheng had expected to barely be allowed to visit, to have to cool his heels outside of Lanling City begging just for a glimpse of him. Being able to take him home to raise for half the year, even if it was due to the dangerous infighting amongst Lanling Jin, was more than he’d ever dreamed.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t clear that Jin Ling himself agreed.

“He’s still crying,” Jiang Cheng muttered, rubbing his eyes. “Surely he’s got to stop sometime? I mean, just – physically?”

“They say a boy resembles his mother’s brother,” Jiang Meimei said, echoing the gesture. “If he’s got your lungs and stamina, Sect Leader, we’re doomed.”

“I’m rethinking the whole having children thing,” Liu Lingling said blearily, having fallen asleep on her soon-to-be wife’s shoulder several times, only to be woken up by the next round of crying. “I need sleep.”

“Go get some, both of you,” Jiang Cheng ordered. When his cousin scowled at him, he scowled back. “I’m serious. If he keeps this up, we’re going to need to go into shifts. I can last a bit longer.”

“That’s a filthy lie.”

“It is not. Your sect leader has given you an order – get to it!”

It was a filthy lie.

Jiang Cheng opened his eyes when the crink in his neck grew too irritating to ignore, at which point he realized he’d been asleep – and, more importantly, that Jin Ling was somehow not crying.

He sat up with a start, suddenly terrified: had something happened to him? Had he been silenced forever? Had Jiang Cheng failed this one last duty he had to his sister?

“Shhh, little one,” someone was whispering, not far away. “Let me tell you the one about the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd, yeah? You seem like someone who’d appreciate stars. It all started –”

Jiang Cheng went to go look.

A teenage girl was rocking Jin Ling in her arms and telling him a story in murmured tones, and Jin Ling was yawning and trying to gnaw on her shirt. She wasn’t even a cultivator, as far as Jiang Cheng could tell. Her clothing suggested some level of poverty, her accent the countryside – how’d she even end up here?

He wasn’t sure he cared.

Jiang Cheng didn’t want to disturb her, but he did anyway; a shift of his weight, a scuffling of his feet, and the floor creaked. The girl jumped, startled, but luckily Jin Ling was already most of the way asleep and just grumbled a little instead of starting to screech.

“How’d you do that?” Jiang Cheng asked, nodding at Jin Ling. “Make him stop crying.”

“My mother had seven kids after me,” the girl said, answering automatically. “And her sister had six. Someone had to learn to deal with all those babies, and it ended up being me. Think it’s just habit after this long.”

Jiang Cheng couldn’t handle one baby. He couldn’t even imagine.

That’s when the girl seemed to remember herself, and bit her lip. “Uh, sorry,” she said, hanging her head. “I heard him crying and I couldn’t resist...I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be here. It was an accident.”

“How did you get here?” Jiang Cheng asked, because accidental or not, a security breach was still a security breach. “And who are you, anyway?”

“My name’s A-Hua. I’m here to work in the kitchens, just got hired this morning; the fourth cook is my uncle’s wife’s cousin, she got me a job, said it was a good place to start – I was trying to find my way out so I could go to the servant’s quarters to get some sleep, but then I got lost…”

More likely she’d decided it was better to try to stay somewhere indoors than go out in the pouring rain to try to find her way to the right set of quarters, Jiang Cheng thought to himself. “Give me your hand.”

“Uh. What?”

He ignored her stare, took her hand and felt her pulse. There was a little bit of natural talent there, though not much; she might, if she tried hard enough, become a cultivator, but she’d never be more than a servant.

Unless, of course, she did something unusual to impress someone.

“Forget the kitchens,” Jiang Cheng told her. “You’re hired on a provisional basis to keep an eye on Jin Ling.”

The girl nodded, eyes wide as saucers. “Can you – do that?”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “Yes, I can. What’s your surname? You can’t go around being called A-Hua, we have at least seven people that I know of that go by that name.”

The girl looked distressed.

She probably didn’t have a proper surname. Some people in the countryside didn’t.

But they really couldn’t go around shouting “A-Hua” every time Jin Ling was crying, which was basically all the time.

“Fine,” he said, giving in. “Do well, and I’ll consider letting you use mine. But only if you do well!”

Jiang Cheng was covered in mud thanks to a successful-but-at-what-cost night hunt and angry about it, stomping around the lotus pools on his way back to town, when he heard the familiar sounds of someone having a panic attack.

He slowed, involuntarily, and took a look: it was some teenager dressed in black, heaving miserably by a tree.

Jiang Meimei had once said that Jiang Cheng was a bit weak when it came to teenagers.

Jiang Cheng said that was nonsense.

Jiang Hua chimed in, quite loyally (if perhaps not with the best timing), and said he wasn’t.

Jiang Cheng yielded the argument at once to keep Jiang Meimei from laughing herself sick.

In view of that, he was better off ignoring the kid. After all, what was it to him that some kid was having a fit of anxiety right next the same old lotus pool that he used to have his own teenage fits of anxiety next to, under the shade of the same old tree that had sheltered him – one of the few places that remained untouched by the Wen sect’s aggression, one of the few places that was exactly the same?

Jiang Cheng groaned and walked over. “Okay, fine. What’s your problem?”

The kid looked up at him. He had dark circles under his eyes. “I think my heart’s about to explode.”

“That’s just the anxiety,” Jiang Cheng said, and sat down next to him. “What’s causing the anxiety? Don’t say that someone is better than you and your parents are disappointed in you.”

“What?” the kid blinked. “No, it’s not – it’s not that. I’m about to screw up the very first job I ever got.”

Jiang Cheng considered that. It was just different enough from his own issues that he didn’t suspect a plot, and yet close enough that he might actually be able to offer some expertise.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked reluctantly.

“Not to some mud-man,” the kid said, and – hey! It wasn’t that bad. He thought, anyway. Actually, it probably was that bad. “I just…I’m the only one left. I have to make something of myself!”

Jiang Cheng’s eye twitched. “What do you mean, you’re the only one left?”

The kid stuttered through his story. It wasn’t as bad as Jiang Cheng had initially feared, but it was still pretty bad – his small village had had bad harvests, and there had been starvation, a bad winter; the kid had been sent out to get help, but it had taken too long and he’d arrived back to find them all already gone. He’d been lost, but some traveling cultivator had agreed to take him on as a disciple provided he proved himself, had taught him all sorts of skills, cultivation and talisman-writing and music –

“Music?” Jiang Cheng asked. “Not the sword?”

“There was only the one,” the kid explained. “Obviously he kept it for himself.”

Jiang Cheng didn’t think much of that – surely this cultivator, whoever he ws, could have shared, just long enough to teach? – but he didn’t comment. It seemed fairly clear that the kid didn’t actually think very highly of his teacher, although he was very earnestly trying to be appropriately filial.

It was a little cute.

“…and I was supposed to wait here for someone when they came by here, some fancy rich person, and then get them to follow me, but it’s been ages and no one’s come by at all!” the kid wailed. “I’m such a screw up!”

“You don’t even know who you’re waiting for?” Jiang Cheng asked, and the kid shook his head. “How were you supposed to get them to follow you, then?”

The kid scratched his nose. “My master said that if I showed off some of my cultivation, they’d follow me right away.”

Jiang Cheng suppressed a smirk. “It must be very impressive cultivation, then.”

“…not really. I only know one trick,” the kid admitted. “But it’s not that hard, and it looks impressive – here, see, wait; give me a second, I just need to whistle –”

Zidian crackled to life on Jiang Cheng’s finger before the kid finished the first stanza.

“Stop that!” he cried out, leaping to his feet, and – startled – the kid stopped, blinking owlishly at him. “Is that what your master taught you?!”

“Yes?” the kid said. “Did I do it wrong?”

Jiang Cheng gnashed his teeth. “That’s demonic cultivation. Never do that, okay? Ever.”

“But then how am I supposed to get the fancy rich person to follow me, assuming he ever showed?”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrowed. If he hadn’t tripped over that branch and fallen into the mud – if he hadn’t taken an extra half-shichen to struggle out of the mire – if he’d walked by in all his usual finery, rich person that he was, and seen some kid practicing demonic cultivation…

He’d have given chase in a heartbeat.

More to the point, everyone knew he would. His reputation had been pretty much set in stone by this point.

“Let’s go find that master of yours,” he said. “Right now.”

Of course, that ended up leading Jiang Cheng straight into the bastard’s trap, which would have been a problem except that he’d taken the time to send someone to tell Jiang Qiao, who’d been waiting for him back in town, that he’d be a bit late and not to worry, just wait where she was.

She’d ignored his instructions and arrived just in time to knife the demonic cultivator – a human trafficker whose operations Jiang Cheng had shut down with extreme viciousness only a few months before – right in the belly, gutting him like a fish in a swift easy motion.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it again,” she said, smiling at the knife, and Jiang Cheng made a mental note to ask exactly how manymen she’d killed to get that criminal brand of hers, except the poor kid was sinking down to his knees with a horrified look and, shit, that horrible bastard, evil as he might have been, was probably the last person the kid had in this whole rotten world, wasn’t he?

“Does Jiang Hua still have those beginner manuals we dug up for her?” Jiang Cheng asked, and Jiang Qiao nodded. “Good. Tell her that starting today, Jiang Jianwen here’s her little brother. She’s been pining over raising someone ever since Jin Ling got to be too old to snuggle.”

The kid looked up with wide eyes.

“No, you don’t get a choice on the name,” Jiang Cheng told him. “Whatever name this piece of crap gave you, just forget it, you hear me? You can do better than him. But no more demonic cultivation!”

“I wish I could visit the Lotus Pier,” Wei Wuxian mumbled, looking wistfully downriver. They were very close by, but he still didn’t dare, even though Jiang Cheng had grumpily extended an invitation through Jin Ling. So much had happened – he just didn’t know where to even start.

He didn’t want to get into all that messy history with Jiang Cheng.

He just wanted to visit, that’s all.

He missed Jiang Cheng, but he missed the Lotus Pier, too. The food, the places, the air…

“I just need a secret way in that even the sect leader doesn’t know about,” he sighed. He’d once known them all – but there was a different sect leader now, and a different Lotus Pier. He couldn’t risk it: Jiang Cheng might find out that he’d snuck in and feel hurt, thinking that Wei Wuxian was avoiding him, when he was just avoiding the conversation; that would just make everything worse.

Lan Wangji would have distracted him, but Lan Wangji himself had been distracted – some man in Jiang sect colors with a heavy limp and an excited sort of air had rushed over, shouting something about wanting to talk about tax policy and possibly also games of chance, and Lan Wangji had all but fled. It had been so funny that Wei Wuxian had nearly laughed himself sick.

“I know one,” someone said, and Wei Wuxian glanced over: it was a young man in Jiang sect disciple robes, little more than a teenager – only a few years older than Jin Ling, if he had to guess. He was smiling, ducking his head a little; he looked proud of himself. “I mean, if you really want. But only if you don’t mean any harm!”

How adorable, Wei Wuxian thought, and grinned at him. “I just want something spicy without having to go through the whole process of greeting people, is that a crime?”

“Not at all!” the kid exclaimed, beaming, and Wei Wuxian almost felt bad for conning him. Almost.

“Do you really know a secret way in?” he asked, pretending to be doubtful. “Really?”

Sure enough, the kid – Jiang Jianwen, apparently, he must be the kid of one of the ones that survived the massacre – was easily lured into insisting that he did know, and then to agreeing to act as guide.

And, moreover, it turned out he really did know his way inside, which made this the easiest infiltration ever.

Or so Wei Wuxian thought right up until he felt a knife point touch his ribs.

“Well done, Jianwen!” a young woman – also in Jiang colors – said, reaching out and ruffling Jiang Jianwen’s hair.

“Aw, it was nothing,” he said, just as bashful as he was when he’d been talking to Wei Wuxian. “I couldn’t have done it without shixiong luring off Lan-er-gongzi.”

Wait, that’d been part of this, too?

That was worrisome.

“Hardly nothing,” the older woman standing behind Wei Wuxian said. She had a certain sort of rock-hard steadiness that was more worrying than the knife she was holding on him – she was a powerful cultivator, familiar with killing and scarred with a criminal’s brand, and yet she seemed entirely at ease in a way that suggested a strong sense of righteousness, with no guilt or weak points he might exploit to make an easy out. “You successfully conned the Yiling Patriarch into following you right into a trap.”

Wei Wuxian wondered if he could deny it.

“I don’t know, shijie, that doesn’t seem that hard,” the first woman said. “Isn’t he the kind of person to run head-first into danger at the first instance?”

“Head-first into danger, and like his tail’s on fire away from dogs,” the older woman agreed, and – damnit. There was clearly no denying it; they actually knew him. Though from where, he had no idea. “A-Hua, Jiangwen, let’s go – we don’t want to be late for our meeting.”

“I don’t suppose I can convince you to tell me who we’re going to go see?” Wei Wuxian tried, putting on his most charming smile. “Or, perhaps, who you are, and what you have against me…?”

“Jiang Jianwen you know,” the woman said, rather unexpectedly. “I’m Jiang Qiao, and this is Jiang Hua. Our shixiong is Jiang Zhou – he’s the one that makes Lan-er-gongzi lose his wallet every time he’s forced to visit Yunmeng.”

Wei Wuxian was almost distracted with the tantalizing prospects of stories about Lan Wangji. Almost.

“You’re all surnamed Jiang?” he asked, surprised: he might have believed it for Jiang Jianwen, maybe, he was young enough to be the son of someone in the last generation. But Jiang Hua and Jiang Qiao looked absolutely nothing alike either to each other or to Jiang Cheng, and at least Jiang Qiao was old enough that he should’ve recognized her if she’d been a Jiang. There’d been a lot of people in the old Jiang sect, even if you limited it to those surnamed Jiang, but he’d been Head Disciple back then – he’d known almost all of them.

“We’re adopted,” Jiang Jianwen said. He looked very proud. “Sect Leader Jiang took us into the family as part of the branch lines.”

Wei Wuxian had never once in his life wanted to have the surname Jiang, not even when he’d been mocked for not having it. He’d never even thought about it. Not ever.

He felt a stab of envy at the word family, though.

“He gave you his surname?” he asked, and tried not to feel jealous when they all nodded. “Oh.”

It made sense, he tried to tell himself as they walked through the back streets of the Lotus Pier. The Jiang sect had been demolished, and Jiang Cheng practically the only survivor but for whoever happened by coincidence to not be at home – the Jiang sect would need branch family members, and adoption made sense. There was no reason to resent the idea of Jiang Cheng giving the name he had always treated as being so precious to a branded former criminal, to a con man, to a commoner from the countryside, to a –

“You were a what?” Wei Wuxian exclaimed.

“A demonic cultivator,” Jiang Jianwen said bashfully. “Not a very a good one, though.”

Wei Wuxian wanted to say something to that. He didn’t know what, but something.

“Enough chatter,” Jiang Qiao said. “We’re here.”

Jiang Hua opened the door and Wei Wuxian stepped inside.

Then he tried to step back out, only to be crowded in by the others.

“No, no, no,” he said. “No, I was willing to play along until now, but this is a step too far. You don’t understand! She’s going to eviscerate me!”

Jiang Meimei – older than the teenager he remembered her being when she left the sect, but still unmistakable – grinned with her teeth bared.

“Oh good,” she said. “At least your brain is still working. Now come on and have a seat, and we’re going to talk about how you’ve been treating my baby cousin recently…”

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Finding Love (L.F)

Warnings : like one swear word, mentions of divorce, reader doesn’t believe in love

Word Count : 2891

Synopsis : her best friend set her up on 7 dates for a project he called “finding love”, but none of the guys made her heart flutter the way he does.

“Okay, so there’s just some final questions you have to answer.” I nodded, barely looking at my best friend, thinking about the conversation I had with his professor just a few days prior.

“I hope Felix’s grade won’t suffer because I didn’t find love with this project.” I told her. “He worked really hard, picking out 7 different guys he thought would compliment me well. And they were all lovely, but Miss, I just don’t believe in love. I tried because I don’t want Felix to fail, but none of them sparked anything in me.”

“Y/N, Felix’s grade will not suffer just because you didn’t find love, though I don’t think that’s true. Forgive me if I cross a line, but I believe you already found love before this project began, but you’re scared. For you, love has always equaled loss, and this person is someone you could never lose, so you refuse to love them. Think about it for a minute.”

“Felix is my best friend.” I countered and watched as she smiled.

“I never said it was him.” I just stared at her, going through her words again. “Think about it, Y/N. Love isn’t as scary as it seems.”

“Did you enjoy the dates you went on?” I met his eyes, pretending like I was listening the whole time. I nodded and watched as he wrote my answer down. “Let’s go through each of the dates and then continue the rest of the questions.” Again I nodded as Felix set the papers down and focused all his attention on me.

Chan was the first guy I went on a date with for Felix’s project. He picked me up and I felt comfortable with him as soon as I opened the door. He greeted me with a warm smile and an awkward laugh as he stumbled over his introduction.

We ended up at his place, ordering some food and watching dumb romcoms on Netflix. The two of us laughed at the over-the-top cringey moments, and at some point, we fell asleep. I don’t remember falling asleep, I just remember waking up some time later, wrapped up in Chan’s arms with him still asleep.

It was an enjoyable date, something very lowkey, but there was no spark. It felt more like a hang out than a date.

“Did you just leave while he was sleeping?” Felix asked with a chuckle.

“No! Of course not!” I countered, laughing at how ridiculous that would be. “I woke him up and he walked me home.” Felix nodded, urging me to go on.

Minho was next, and at first he seemed like he’d rather be anywhere else, but he quickly opened up. “I figured since it was a nice day, we could have a picnic.” He told me with a smile as he walked towards the park.

It was really relaxing. We just sat on the blanket he brought, munching on the food he made while getting to know each other. He told me about his family and his friends, what he was studying, and what he hoped to accomplish in life. If I’m honest, I could listen to Minho talk about his dreams for hours and not get bored.

When he asked me about myself, it was like I drew a blank. The only stories I could come up with were all about Felix. How we met, how we agreed to attend the same college so we wouldn’t be separated, how he is the only person I’d ever need in my life.

“You talked about me?”

“You seem surprised.” I laughed. “You already know you’re my favourite person. Of course I’m going to talk about you.”

“Look at you being cute.” I felt the heat rise to my cheeks at the compliment, something that didn’t happen with the guys I went on dates with. Sure, they complimented me, and I was flattered, but they didn’t seem to effect me the way Felix does. “Continue!”

To me, the date with Minho was the most intimate. It’s the one that felt the most like a date. But again, the spark wasn’t there.

Changbin was the third, and I must say I was surprised. I’ve heard the rumours about him around the school, so when he took me to the planetarium, I was rather surprised. “Felix said you were into astronomy.” I smiled so wide when we got inside and the show began. I spouted off random facts I knew to Changbin who seemed really interested in what I had to say. He listened to every word I said, and even spouted off some of his own facts.

It was like running into an old friend, someone you haven’t seen in years but missed dearly. We clicked immediately and it felt like finding a safe place. For a minute I wondered if this is what people were talking about when they found their soulmates. But the longer I spent with Changbin, the more I realized that the connection I was feeling was purely platonic, on both ends. He’s definitely someone I see in my future, but only as a friend.

“Hey, at least we’re getting somewhere!” Felix explained. “For a whole minute you thought he could be it!” I laughed at how excited Felix seemed, but my heart seemed to fall to my stomach. Why was he so focused on me finding love? Why does he seem excited to see if I fell for one of the guys he set me up with? “Keep going! 3 down, 4 to go!” He smiled at me, and I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. No. No that’s not right. I must have eaten something weird.

Hyunjin took me to an escape room. I’d always wanted to do one but was always scared. Hyunjin didn’t really give me a choice, telling me I would have loads of fun. So, we went. Unfortunately, he chose one of the hardest rooms they offered, thinking we were smart enough to escape.

It was fun looking around different rooms, trying to find the clues to escape. He was really easy to work with, and though we didn’t escape, we made it pretty far. We then grabbed some ice cream and just walked around, learning more about each other, and complaining about how difficult the room was. “You know, if I wasn’t so distracted by how pretty you looked, we totally could have escaped!”

“Oh so you’re saying it’s my fault?” I giggled, taking another bite of my ice cream.

“It is! But it’s okay, I forgive you.” He smiled as he stole a bite of my ice cream.

“Yah!” I screamed before quickly stealing a bite from his and sticking my tongue out at him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” We parted ways soon after, but I had a smile on my face the rest of the day. It was really fun and something I wasn’t expecting from these dates.

“Would you go out with Hyunjin again?” I shook my head and Felix’s wide smile seemed to faulter. “Well moving on then!”

The date with Jisung was the most cliché, but it was still a lot of fun! We went to the amusement park and spent the day riding all the rides and even trying our hand at the different games. I’m fairly sure I ate my weight in sweets that day, but Jisung didn’t judge, and honestly ate more than I did.

I was nervous at first, but I was quick to fall out of that and just be myself. Jisung is someone that makes you feel comfortable being whatever kind of person you are.

As the sun set, we finished the day off on the ferris wheel. Super cliché, but it was really cute how excited he was. So I followed him onto the ferris wheel and took in just how beautiful the amusement park looked at night time, with all the lights on and couples walking around hand in hand.

He walked me right up to my front door and told me to have a good night. I watched as he walked away out of sight before heading inside. My feet were aching, but I couldn’t stop the smile from forming.

“Let me guess. Still no spark?”

“No spark.”

“Well okay, date number 6!”

Seungmin took me to the aquarium, and it was so much prettier than I remembered. The last time I was there, my parents took me and my older brother. I remember looking at all the pretty colours, in awe of just how pretty the fish looked.

This time around, though I was still in awe at how pretty everything was, I was more focused on watching the little kids run around in amazement, wondering if that’s what my brother and I looked like to the adults when we came.

Seungmin seemed really nervous the whole time, barely saying a word and instead leaving most of the talking up to me. But he didn’t seem annoyed, instead he seemed intrigued by all my stories. He shared a couple of his favourite memories about the aquarium and told me why it was his favourite place. “Let me take a picture of you!” I exclaimed at one point. “To add to your memories at your favourite place.” I think that was the moment I first saw him smile wide. It was so precious, and I would have done almost anything to see it again.

“Oh so you’ll go to the aquarium with Seungmin but not me!?” Felix pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yah! It was your idea that I go on these dates!” He continued to pout. “Okay fine. Let’s go to the aquarium sometime.” He smiled wide, uncrossing his arms and clapping. “You are probably the weirdest person I know.”

“But you love me!” More than I think both of us realized. “But enough about us, what about date number 7.”

The date with Jeongin was the most unexpected as he took me to the library. We picked out a book for the other to read, found somewhere secluded to sit, and began to read. At some point, he handed me a headphone, and we listened to music together as we quietly read.

Every once in a while, he would do or say something that would make me laugh. It’s like he made it his mission to make me laugh as loud as possible and get us kicked out. It worked, by the way. I have no idea what he said, but I couldn’t contain my laughter, and the two of us got kicked out.

We ended up at a quiet café just down the block and just talked. We talked about the book we were reading, about school, friends, family, past, aspirations for the future. He was the easiest to open up to. He never looked at me with a look of pity, the way others do when they find out my tragic past, and instead made a joke to lighten up the mood.

I think I spent the longest time with Jeongin. We just kept telling stories and laughing and before we knew it, the barista was coming up to us to tell us they were closing. Neither of us even noticed it was dark out.

“So it seems like all 7 dates were successful in one way or another.”

“I suppose you could say that.” His professor’s words kept ringing in my mind. My whole life, I’ve believed love was something just in books and movies. I would see the couples on campus claiming to be in love, just to break up later.

I watched my parents argue every single day before divorcing. I watched my brother fall head over heels in love with a girl who played with his feelings. A part of me wanted someone to come along and change my views on love. Show me that love can be a beautiful thing. Falling in love was a risk, and I just wanted someone to be worth the risk.

And as I sat beside my best friend, recounting the seven dates he set me up on, I was hit with the realization that I found my person a long time ago. Felix was the person I turned to when I needed a shoulder to cry on, he was the first person I wanted to tell all good news to. When I pictured my future, he’s right there beside me.

He was right in front of me this entire time, and I just refused to believe it. As much as I hate to admit it, his professor was right. To me, love has always equaled loss. You love someone, you lose them. Felix is the only person in my life I couldn’t lose. It would be like losing a piece of me.

“So out of the seven of them, is there someone you’d consider going out with again?” Felix picked up his papers he previously set down on the table, no longer looking at me.

“No.” I answered simply, completely coming to terms with the fact that I’m in love with my best friend. “They’re great guys, but I think I know someone better.” I smiled, looking down at my hands clasped in my lap.

“You do?” Suddenly, the project he’s been working so hard on was forgotten. He looked at me, and I looked right back, admiring his soft features. I guess a part of me always knew he was the one for me, it was just waiting for the rest of me to catch up.

“I do.” I responded, my voice barely above a whisper. “He’s the best person I know. And honestly, he’s the only person I’d consider going on a second date with.”

“Did you go on a date I didn’t know of?” He asked, looking through all of his notes, trying to see if maybe he had missed something. Maybe he had set you up with 8 people but forgot. But there was only one name in his notes that could be a possible 8th date. A name he wrote down in case one of the others turned down this experiment. A name surrounded by question marks; his own.

“Why is your name written down?” I asked, pointing at the notes he was looking through. “I think I’d remember going on a date with you.” I giggled, looking up at him.

“Oh, I was just a back up. In case one of the others fell through.” I nodded, coming to that conclusion myself. But the thought of going on a date with him gave me butterflies.

“I think for the sake of the experiment, you should see if you could be the one to prove me wrong.” He stared at me with wide eyes, obviously wondering what was going through my head. “I mean, you do know me the best. I think if you tried you could win me over.”

“The project specifically said 7, Y/N.” I slumped back in my seat.

“Unfortunate. Well I guess we could go on a date just because.”

“What?” I let out a small laugh at his bewildered expression before sitting up in my seat, leaning closer to him.

“I’m asking you out.” The words didn’t seem to register in his brain, so I continued. “I talked to your professor, and she opened my eyes. She told me that for me, love always equaled loss, so I never let myself fall in love, especially with you. Because, you’re the one person I can’t lose.” I watched as his expression changed as the words registered.

“Are you confessing to me right now?” I chuckled as I nodded.

“Yeah I am. I’m confessing to you right now, Felix.”

“Holy shit.” I couldn’t help but let out another laugh. “So you’re telling me that you went on seven different dates with the seven biggest heartthrobs of our school, but you’re in love with me?” I nodded, my confidence slowly fading the longer this conversation continues. Honestly, I’m not sure why I confessed. There’s never been a moment in our years of friendship where I thought Felix could have feelings for me. There was just a part of me screaming to let him know, to confess. “Forget the project, I’m taking you out right now.” He said while throwing his papers over his shoulder.

“Felix!” I exclaimed while laughing, looking at him now standing.

“What? I’ve been waiting years for this! The project can wait. Right now, I’m taking the love of my life out on our first date.” I couldn’t help the smile that formed as I took his hand. His project was long forgotten as the two of us went out and did all the things we did as friends, but now there was more hand holding and a lot more kisses.

Love isn’t as scary as it seems. With the right person, love is beautiful. And though Y/N didn’t find love with the 7 boys I set her up with, she found love. A love that at first terrified her but made her happy at the same time. Falling in love is a risk, but it’s a risk she’s finally willing to take. And as the person she fell in love with, I hereby promise to never make her regret taking that risk.

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lossie92 · 3 years ago

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A Paradise of Smiles - snippet

This is kind of a personal project of mine. I started writing it after having a conversation with a friend of mine who has schizophrenia. They liked the idea I had for this fic, so I decided to write it.

The story is supposed to show the contrast between how the society views people with schizophrenia vs. how those people really are.

Basically, my thoughts on this are that being mentally ill, no matter the illness, doesn't make you a time bomb. It doesn't make you unworthy of love or trust or care, and it certainly doesn't make you a lesser person or inherently more dangerous. You’re still just a person. You happen to have different needs and boundaries, that’s all.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

The title comes from a poem by Robert J.W.

Warnings: implied/referenced mental illness, self-stigma, public stigma, angst

"He's crazy," Touka said in a tone of voice that never failed to make his hackles rise. "Legitimately insane. And you know that. For Kami's sake, Tobirama, half the damn time the man walks around talking to himself! That's not normal and you can't convince me otherwise!"

"I'm not trying to convince you of anything," he said with a sigh as he turned to face her. "All I'm doing is gathering my paperwork. It's you who came in here and started on this subject."

"Well, someone has to talk to you!" She countered. "Hashirama won't do it, so it might as well be me!"

"He did try and I told him to kindly fuck off.," Tobirama informed her before adding, "Could you please stop yelling?"

"Of course you did," she said in a mercifully much quieter voice, though it was still too loud for Tobirama’s taste. Not that he felt like arguing with her about it. Touka would likely ignore him anyway, as she usually did. "He's worried about you, we all are... And you should be worried too, you know."

"Why?" Tobirama asked, one eyebrow raised.

Though he tried not to let his annoyance show, he was probably failing. Then again, he felt like his irritation was very valid. The moment Touka followed him inside his office he knew where this conversation would go. It always ended up the same, ever since Madara and he got together. At the same time… Gods, he had been also hoping against all hope to be wrong.

He was so fucking tired of defending himself and his choices.

Touka groaned. "Are you being purposefully obtuse now?" She asked him, sounding as annoyed as Tobirama felt.

"I don't know. You're being purposefully offensive," he said in response as he crossed his arms in a subconscious attempt to put some distance between them. "Two can play this game."

"I'm just worried about you, Tobirama! Can't you just—"

"No, I can’t!" He couldn't help but yell, at last well and truly fed up. It was impossible to stay calm when he felt like he was being lectured and attacked unjustly once again. "I don't need your fucking worry! I love him, alright? And he loves me. Do you hear me? He loves me."

Touka growled and took a step closer. "That's not what we're talking about here and you know it! Listen to yourself for a fucking minute and stop acting—"

She cut herself off abruptly and Tobirama couldn't help but snort at that, the sound bitter and void of amusement.

"Stop acting how, hm? Crazy? Insane? Is that what you wanted to say, Touka?"

The look that stole over his cousin's face was that of remorse. She always looked at him like that when these hurtful words he has heard from many, many different people over the years slipped through her lips unbidden.

He would have liked to say she didn’t use them often or didn’t think about them as much as the other, but that was not the case, was it? Touka, just like everyone else, thought she knew better than him, because he would forever be seen as lesser than, even in the eyes of the people who had claimed so many times to love him, but yet did their damned best to change him and mould him into their own image the most.

"I— I didn't—" Touka stuttered, reaching out to touch him, but he flinched away from her almost violently right before her fingers made contact with his forearm. The sudden movement made him bump into the edge of his desk and he cursed at the pain in his hip. It hurt almost as much as being found lacking once again.

Always worse than them. Always not good enough.

Crazy, weird child that grew up to be a problem for everybody.

“Tobi…” She didn’t try to touch him again, but the fact she had the gall to look and sound hurt by his rejection… It made something twist inside him.

"Oh you didn't mean it? Is that it?” He said, sounding bitter even to his own ears. “Just like before, right? An accident, a slip of tongue… It’s always something with you."

"No, that’s not—" She started and then stopped for a moment, unsure. "Tobi, please, I… I’m sorry, I really am. I know that's not—"

Tobirama shook his head. He didn’t want to hear anything else she said. Enough was enough.

"No. No, you’re not," he said, blinking back the sudden swell of moisture in his eyes. He could feel himself getting choked up and he hated it that feeling; hated how weak and stupid it made him feel. These were just words, just some insignificant worthless words that meant nothing and yet… "You always say sorry and then it's back to this all over again. I'm... I'm not heartless, you know? I'm not. And Madara… Madara sees it. He looks at me, not through me, and, and he sees me and loves me, and... I know you don't understand. I'm not asking you to. Just... Just fucking let me have this. Only this. Please."

"Tobi…"

"No," he repeated. "I'm done talking to you."

Without waiting for a response or more excuses, he gathered the documents and all but ran home.

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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago

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Is that my sweater?

Summary: When lounging around the compound, Steve wears a lot of sweaters. When he's on a mission, you "borrow" those sweaters.

Warnings: fluff, angst, implied smut, some cursing probably

Word Count: 2284

a/n: I needed some fluffy Steve Rogers in my life today.

Masterlist

You're not sure when it started, but when Steve is on a mission, all you do is worry. It's easier to control when you're on the mission with him or even on a mission of your own, but when he's gone and you're in the compound?

All you do is worry.

You could barely even sleep. That is, until you found a semi-decent solution.

Before the last mission Steve went on, the two of you were arguing about Harry Potter. He had the audacity to say the movies were better than the books, which is categorically untrue.

Unbeknownst to you, he was just trying to get a rise out of you because he likes the way your face scrunches up in annoyance.

Anyway, he followed you to your room when you stormed out of the kitchen, not wanting you to be mad at him while he was gone. He carried his sweater in his hands, having taken it off while cooking, leaving him in a white t-shirt.

When he got to your room, he dropped it on a chair so he could grab your hands to truly convey how wrong he was about the books and movie situation.

When he was called for the mission, he left the sweater behind, leading to your so-called-solution for sleeping while he was away.

The idea hit you one night when you were physically exhausted, but mentally couldn't calm down. You rolled over, trying to get more comfortable when you caught sight of his sweater on your chair.

In your sleep deprived state, you shuffled over to grab it, throwing it on over your own pajama shirt before returning to bed.

You were enveloped in his scent, easing the nonstop worry long enough for you to fall asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you told yourself it was a one time thing. It only happened because he left the sweater there. You were just worried about your best friend. It didn't have to mean anything.

Those were all lies.

The next time he left on a mission, you were quick to find you couldn't sleep again. Your thoughts kept returning to his many sweaters, causing you to sneak into his room to steal one to sleep in.

Every time he left while you were still at the compound, you would "borrow" a sweater from his closet, returning the previous one you had to his laundry basket.

You figured he would never find out. He owned so many sweaters, he wouldn't notice when one was dirty even if he didn't wear it.

Oh, how wrong you were.

"Y/N, welcome back!" Bruce greeted you as you walked into the lab, having returned from a mission late last night.

"Thanks, Banner!" You looked around the room, surprised to not see Tony. "Where's Tony?"

"Oh, he's on a mission. They left a day after you, should be back on Sunday." He replied, not taking his eyes from the tech he was working on.

"They?" You questioned, trying to think of who you had seen around the compound since returning.

"Yeah, Tony, Bucky, Nat, Wanda, and Steve." Again, his eyes remaining glued to his project, not realizing the way your face fell at the mention of Steve being gone.

"Five of them? What happened?" You tried to mask the worry that was already creeping in, threatening to take over.

Bruce finally looked up, surprised you hadn't heard about the explosions.

"There was a series of explosions in Baghdad. Intel suggested it was all to assassinate one man, but multiple bombs were used to divert attention."

You nodded, trying to take in the information. "Any leads?"

Bruce's expression turned grim as he nodded. "Hydra."

You felt your heart drop even further as you now fully understood just how dangerous the mission was. No wonder they needed the five of them.

You nodded in response before muttering something about going to the gym, needing to leave the lab so you could worry in private.

Since the compound was nearly empty, you ended up going to the gym as you said. You managed to distract yourself for a few hours, but there was still 4 days before they were supposed to be back.

That night, you snuck into Steve's room, borrowing another sweater to snuggle up in for the next few nights.

Friday morning, you woke to somebody knocking on your door.

You couldn't really be mad since it was already almost noon, but it was still mildly annoying to be disrupted from your limited sleeping.

In your hazy morning fog, you got out of bed to open the door. Your grumbling about being woken up died on your tongue when you realized just who was on the other side.

"Steve!" You jumped into his arms, ecstatic to see him after worrying so much. "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until Sunday!" You squeezed your arms around him tightly, unwilling to let go even when your feet returned to the ground.

"Yeah, we got done earlier than we expected." Steve graciously returned your hug, thrilled to see you after nearly two weeks apart.

After a few reassuring words that the mission went well and he was uninjured, you finally stepped back from each other.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join me to watch the next Harry Potter-" He abruptly cut himself off as he took in your appearance. His brows pinched together in confusion. "Is that my sweater?"

You instantly froze. In your sleep fogged ming, you had forgotten to take off his sweater before answering the door. You could feel the blush warming your face as you tried to think of a way out of this.

"Would you believe me if I said no?" You gave him a nervous smile, trying to avoid admitting the truth.

He laughed, although still confused. "Not really, no."

You sighed, before reluctantly confessing. "Yeah. It's your sweater."

He waited, as if expecting you to willingly explain why you had it, before he eventually asked the question you were dreading.

"Um, why are you wearing it?" He coughed, a slight blush growing on his cheeks as he looked you up and down again.

Your mind raced trying to come up with a good reason for you having his sweater, but you couldn't think of anything but the truth.

You threw your hands up over your face, avoiding all eye contact as you blurted out, "I was worried about you."

He waited again, before gently prompting you to continue. "So..."

"So, I broke into your closet and stole your sweater to sleep in because it's the only way I can get myself to calm down enough to sleep while you're on missions." You gasped, covering your mouth as you realized what you just admitted.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he sputtered. "Missions? Like multiple? You've, uh, you've done this before?" His face grew redder at the thought of you sleeping in his clothes.

You nodded, hands still over your mouth to prevent any other unfortunate confessions.

"Um, since, uh since when?" He cleared his throat, trying not to sound to giddy.

"You remember when we had the Harry Potter movies versus books argument?" You moved your hands away from your face just enough to talk, before quickly covering your face again to hide your embarrassment.

He nodded, thinking back a few months.

"You left a sweater in my room when you were called away on that emergency mission and I just..." You gestured with your hands, not wanting to actually say it out loud.

Steve was completely speechless. You worried about him enough to want, no need to sleep in one of his sweaters when he was gone?

The only word he could manage to get out was a whispered, "why?"

You shrugged, repeating your earlier statements. "Because I worry about you when you're on missions."

"Yeah, but why?" He was having a hard time comprehending what this actually meant. He meant why did the sweater help, but you took it as a question of why you worried.

You shrunk in on yourself, avoiding eye contact again.

"I, uh, well you're my best friend, and I, um, care about you..." You trailed off, not sure you were entirely ready for your feelings to be out in the open.

"Enough that you worry so much you can't sleep without my clothes?" Steve was so bewildered, he was barely thinking. He was definitely not controlling his tone of voice. The question came across to you as harsh and annoyed.

In your eyes, he was clearly upset with the situation. The only logical reason you could think of for him to be that upset is if he knew about your feelings and didn't reciprocate them.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you hastily removed the sweater, leaving you slightly chilly in just your tank top and shorts. The chill sent a new wave of emotion over you, anger replacing the sadness at how harsh we was being with you.

"Yeah, I care about you, asshole. Hell, I think I'm in love with you." Despite your mumbling, he could clearly understand what you said. His eyes went even wider at your latest confession.

"I'm sorry I took your clothes." You threw the sweater at him, grabbing a sweatshirt from your desk. "If it helps at all, I only ever had one sweater at a time." Your bitter tone did not go unnoticed by Steve.

"Y/N, I..." He paused, still overwhelmed by finding out that you loved him too.

Your eyes quickly softened, the brief angry stint ending. You couldn't be mad at him for not feeling that same way. It wasn't fair. You would just have to move on.

"Steve, it's fine. I'll get over it." You brushed past him into the hallway, deciding to drown your sadness in junk food from the kitchen.

Steve stood frozen, watching you walk away and wondering how that went so poorly.

When you made it to the kitchen is was thankfully empty. You dug around for a few minutes, looking for something that would make you feel better, ultimately settling on a package of Oreo's and a glass a milk.

For some reason, it's always been a comfort food for you, reminding you of being a kid and having no real problems.

A few stray tears fell down your cheeks, but you hastily wiped them away. You would resign yourself to cry in the comfort of your own room later.

A few minutes into eating your Oreo's, nearly everyone appeared in the kitchen.

You honestly should have expected it since it was pretty much prime lunch time.

You did your best to put on a happy face as you ate your cookies, not really joining any conversations but nodding along. A few minutes later, everyone settled around the room, eating various things and having separate conversations.

You had just finished your cookies and rinsed your glass when Steve ran into the room, a look on his face that could only be described as desperate.

"Whoa, slow down there Capsicle. Where's the fire?" Tony joked, earning chuckles from a few people.

Steve ignored him as his eyes scanned the room, settling on your frozen form by the sink.

"Cap, you good?" Sam questioned as everyone grew more concerned with his behavior.

Again, Steve ignored him. He took four large steps around the island before coming face to face with you. You took a deep breath, really not wanting to have this conversation in front of literally everyone you work with.

"Steve, wha-"

He cut you off by pulling your head to his, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

You froze at first, but quickly leaned into his embrace to deepen the kiss.

He pulled back, much too soon for your liking, to stare into your eyes.

"Y/N, I honestly have no idea what just happened in your doorway. I think my brain malfunctioned or something, but please believe me when I say I've been in love with you for months."

A blush painted your cheeks as you took in his words, a weird mixture of confusion and relief flooding your emotions.

"You do?" He nodded, still holding you close to him. "But- you just- you do?"

He laughed, pulling you into a hug and whispering in your ear, "I do. I really, really do."

"I love you too." You admitted in as soft a whisper, eagerly leaning into his warm embrace. You took a deep breath, finding comfort in the all too familiar scent.

You would have stood in his embrace for hours if not for your moment being interrupted by the clapping and hollering of your teammates.

"About time, punk." Bucky smirked from his seat on the barstools.

"Personally, I would love to know what happened in Y/N's doorway." Tony chimed in, laughing when you hid your face in Steve's chest.

"Steve probably just found out about Y/N's sweater habit." Nat added casually, earning looks from everyone in the room.

You were speechless, having been sure no one else knew.

Wanda, Sam, and Clint looked way too excited to learn more.

"You all really need to be more observant." She muttered to yourself.

You and Steve slipped out of the room when attention had turned to Nat, slowly making your way back up to your room.

"You're welcome to steal my sweaters anytime." Steve pulled you into his side as you walked down the hall.

"Oh, well I guess I'll start with this one then." You smirked before pulling him into your room, already removing the sweater from his body.

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