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bangtanflirt · 8 months

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(Un)natural Instincts (Part 2)

angst, fluff, smut

Pairings: OT7 x Fem Reader, Human CEO Reader, Human Assistant Yoongi, Wolf Hybrids Joon, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, and Kook.

Basic premise: You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3

General Warnings: Hybrid abuse and lab experimentation, hybrids as second-class citizens/owned property, future smut (Minors DNI, 18+ content)

Specific Warnings: torture collars, needles, mention of past dubcon (hybrids under influence of the synthetic hormones cannot properly consent), more inaccurate business talk,

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It’s 7am the next day when your actual assistant shows up at your door, with your precious Americano in hand.

“I heard about the coffee mishap yesterday, so I thought I’d bring you this a little earlier than usual.”

“You are my savior.”

Yoongi laughs as you invite him in. Your assistant is one of the few people you found you could let your guard down around. He’s probably the closest thing you have to a friend.

“Is everything alright with you? You never call off work, and you didn’t reply to the message I sent.”

“Sorry, there was a lot going on. Everything’s fine now, just had a little scare with my mom’s blood pressure. She’s good though!”

“Oh thank god. Are you sure you don’t need more days off to take care of her?”

“My brother is keeping an eye on her, but I very much appreciate the sentiment.”

“Of course. Don’t hesitate to step out when you need. Or if you need help with her medical bills, I’m always here.”

“Woah woah, calm down there before I start spreading a rumor that you’re actually a nice person Y/N.”

You roll your eyes and laugh, “Don’t you dare.”

But the joking atmosphere only lasts for two seconds before your mood turns solemn.

“I’m actually so far from a nice person you wouldn’t believe it.”

And so it goes, you explaining the entire fiasco of last night. You know you deserve the judgy look he tries to hide when you get to how easily you caved in. But there’s also sympathy in his eyes, because he’s one of the few people in the world who would even try to understand where you’re coming from.

“That’s not all…they also…um…gave me one.”

He looks puzzled.

“They gave you a collar? But you don’t even have a hybrid.”

You take a deep breath before uttering the next sentence.

“They gave me a hybrid.”

“WHAT?!”

“Shhh! Keep your voice low, he’s sleeping in one of the guest rooms right now!”

He switches to a whisper yell instantaneously.

“You took a hybrid home with you? Are you insane?!”

“Maybe I am. I don’t know, I wasn’t exactly acting with a plan. I just couldn’t send him back to get tortured. You should see him Yoongi, he looks like he’s been through hell and back.”

The man’s eyes softened.

“I don’t know how you’re going to get yourself out of this mess, but I guess I’m getting dragged into it with you, aren’t I?”

“You can always quit, you know. I’d give you a cushy desk job somewhere in the company.”

“Eh I’ll wait. I’m still not fed up with you yet, even if I think you’re actually insane for this. So is the hybrid going to just lounge around here while you’re at work? Shouldn’t there be some supervision?”

You nod.

“Yeah, I notified the housekeepers already, told them I’d pay extra if they take care of him for me. His name’s Jungkook by the way. 60% human and 40% gray wolf.”

“40% is a lot.”

He’s right. The very few pet wolf hybrids in the market right now are 25% wolf, as that’s the max percentage before they get too dangerous to handle.

“Yeah, but I’m more of a threat to him than he is to me at this point.”

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The workday is long, and you’re mentally not even there. Every five minutes, you’re thinking about Jungkook and how he’s doing. Thankfully, the housekeepers keep sending you updates to assure you he’s doing fine.

You scroll through with relief, reading what he’s up to throughout the day. Apparently, he was terrified of the shower, but had no problem drawing himself a bath. Another text let you know he loves the omelet the chef prepared for lunch. And the rest of the texts are just notifying you that he’s resting in his room at various points in the day. So far so good, thankfully.

With your mind at some ease, you can actually focus on work.

You get your hands on everything Pet Paradise can give on the Obedience Collar before officially signing a contract. There’s information that’s classified, mainly the patent for the synthetic hormones, but the books and research procedures are documented in the files in front of you. And unfortunately, they look spotless. The money is all there in a clear trail, no gaps or unusual patterns, and the research procedure follows all protocol needed. You want to just hide under your desk and avoid this entire situation.

You’re scheduled to tour the research facility tomorrow, and the last thing you want to do is see five more hybrids as scared as Jungkook—especially knowing you can’t scoop these ones up and take them home. But you’re holding out hope. There’s still a chance that something’s wrong at the facilities, something not shown on paper. At this point you’d settle for the smallest thing and find a way to blow it up so the whole operation has to be shut down. You’ve got some of the best lawyers in the country, so you might as well use them. You just need something to be wrong.

It's around 6:45pm when you arrive home, and one of the housekeepers greets you with a warm smile, immediately jumping into how well-behaved Jungkook is. It makes you wince to hear him described like that, especially knowing the amount of needles piercing his skin just to achieve the “well-behaved” status.

The staff all leave as you arrive, knowing you like them to be done by the time you're back. The chef has already left hours earlier, as he usually prepares dinner in advance and keeps it in the fridge.

Jungkook’s door is slightly ajar, and you peek in to see the boy melted into the bed. It’s weird; he looks a lot more tired than yesterday, eyes barely keeping themselves open. It’s probably the hormones, you conclude somberly.

“Jungkook, it’s time for dinner. Come on out.”

The boy takes the last bit of energy he has to trudge to the dinner table, and you put a heated up bowl of kimchi-jjigae down. You sit across and join, noticing that the stew is extra flavorful today.

“Mhmm, Chef Gyu really outdid himself with this one. And I bet the omelet was just as delicious. I was told you loved it, is that true?”

You look over expecting an answer, but what you see instead is Jungkook almost falling asleep right into the bowl before catching himself at the last minute.

Maybe the side effect of the hormones make him too sleepy to do anything?

Your thoughts are interrupted by your ringtone. It’s Chef Gyu.

“Hello Chef, I was just singing your praises for this food.”

There’s a nervous chuckle at the other end of the line.

“Thank you Y/N, glad you and your new friend liked it.”

“Is something wrong? You usually don't call this late.”

“Um, yes, actually. The reason I called is because of your hybrid.”

“What do you mean? I was told he stayed in his room for most of the day. Did he cause you any trouble?”

You look over, but Jungkook is too exhausted to register that you’re talking about him.

“No, none at all. He was extremely polite. The problem was the housekeeping staff…they didn’t do any of the work today.”

You feel a pit in your stomach, putting the pieces together.

“Did they…did they make Jungkook clean the house?”

“Yes Miss. They were watching TV for practically the whole time. I should’ve told you earlier, but I told myself it wasn’t my place. I’m deeply sorry.”

“Thank you for telling me now. I appreciate it a lot. I have to go.”

You hang up abruptly, seething the minute the phone is cut.

There’s a million different ways your mind is conjuring up of how to ruin the housekeeping agency, make them cry bankruptcy as you blacklist them from working anywhere ever again. The rage inside you is glowing red, and the only thing getting you to calm down at all is your objective of getting Jungkook back into bed before he actually does fall asleep into his dinner. You support his weight gently, grateful that he’s awake enough to zombie-walk wherever you lead him. It’s only when he’s tucked under the blankets do you let the anger stir up again.

They made him clean the entire house by himself. A house that usually takes eight people to clean, they made him do all alone so they could kick back and relax with your flatscreen TV. It astonishes you how cruel people can be, how they can look into his scared doe eyes and take advantage of him.

The world is not on Jungkook’s side right now, it seems.

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Yesterday’s incident is fresh in your mind the next morning. Thankfully, Yoongi found a new housekeeping service at the last minute. You’re still worried that the same thing might happen again, but you can’t afford to miss work today; so, you do the best that you can and ask Chef Gyu to keep an eye on the situation while he’s cooking.

Today’s the day you need to tour the lab facilities for the Obedience Collar—a task you’d trade in to do quite literally anything else. Yoongi looks at you with concern, seeing the strain this visit is putting on you.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. Isn’t the plan to go in and find something to shut the whole thing down?”

“But if I can’t shut it down? What if there’s nothing wrong there either, and I have to look into the faces of five other abused hybrids and know I’m ruining their lives? What if I just call the whole thing off? Yes Mr.Kang is going to be insufferable and yes it’s going to cause a blow to my reputation, but it can’t be worth it to go through with this. It’s just not right.”

The room is silent for a second before Yoongi speaks up.

“It’s a little more complicated than that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was trying to find a good time to tell you since yesterday, but you’ve been so stressed that I didn’t know how…”

“Spit it out Yoongi.”

“Kang got on the board of directors at Jewel Accounting.”

Your blood runs cold. Jewel Accounting is one of your key partners.

“W-what do you mean? Isn’t that a conflict of interest? How can he be on the board that has to audit his own company?”

“He’s overseeing consulting, not audits. Pet Paradise wouldn’t be his client, but I’m afraid pulling out of this deal on a whim is going to make business a lot harder for us. The only way out is finding a good legal argument against investing.”

You want to shove your head into a bucket of cement.

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The lab is cold and sterile, with glaring fluorescent lights, medical lab equipment spread everywhere, and white-tiles lining floor to ceiling. The researchers guiding you, however, seem to be in a chipper mood, smiling as if they don’t torture hybrids on a daily basis here. First, your team is taken around to look at the facility in general. Jungkook’s adverse reaction to showers makes sense when you see the one tiny sad looking shower stall they use—a lab assistant boasts about the stall being “efficient” by fitting at least three of them in at once.

Yoongi lightly touches your shoulder at different points throughout the tour, as if to ground you. There’s no beds, just a chamber with cots on the floor, and the food packets of sludgy brown gruel are easily the least appetizing thing you’ve ever seen.

“And now we have the part you are all, no doubt, most excited for: the research subjects!”

You hold your breath, dreading what comes next.

One by one, each wolf hybrid is brought out and lined up in front of you, all with the same fear engraved in them as Jungkook. They might be the hybrids, but you’re the one with urge to claw someone’s eyes out at the moment.

“We’ve trained different ones for different purposes, just to test how well the collar can make them behave in different situations. Jungkook was given away before any specific training, but the rest are skilled in different domains. First up we have Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung.”

Three of the hybrids step forward. One is a broad-shouldered blonde, with two smaller-framed brunettes next to him.

“These three have been trained for housework and taking care of children. Now, we know the image of a wolf-hybrid putting a baby to sleep sounds ridiculous, but this technology really is that advanced.”

Someone in the back makes some joke about a wolf singing rock-a-bye baby and everyone laughs. You and Yoongi fake a laugh to keep up appearances.

“The next one is Hoseok”

He’s lean with slicked-back black hair, and you notice he’s the only one dressed up, with a low v-neck shirt that leaves plenty of his chest exposed. More than he’s comfortable with, it seems, because you notice his hands itching to cover himself up. He doesn’t though, just fidgets with the sides of the shirt instead.

“He’s a romantic companion. Trained to give pleasure to any gender and for any intimate situation. He can fulfill every fantasy your minds can conjure up!”

There’s some snickers erupting again, but neither you or your assistant can attempt to fake laugh this time. Especially not when he makes eye contact, giving you a trained flirty smile that doesn’t reach his eyes one bit.

“And the last one is Namjoon, the pack alpha.”

Namjoon steps up, the tallest of them all. He stands the straightest as well. His hair is black and his eyes are more dragon-like than wolf, looking straight ahead with a stoic expression. The only indication of his scared nature is his trembling fingers and pleading eyes, but that aside, he looks as still as a statue.

“He’s a guard hybrid, perfect to keep intruders away. He’s been trained in a mix of defensive martial arts. Plus, he’s an alpha so you’d have to be insane to try to fight him off. Fun fact, hormone packs for alphas are different—they have a higher dosage. It took some experimentation, but we finally got the levels right.

And with that, you’ve seen the whole pack! Normally, training a wolf hybrid to do any of these would take at least two years, and that’s only for the ones 25% max wolf DNA. God knows training a 40% wolf would be nearly impossible. But with the help of the Obedience Collar, not only can we train higher percentages of wolves, but we can train them in as little as three months! As Mr.Kang probably told you a thousand times already, this will really revolutionize the hybrid market!”

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You toss your laptop bag onto the sofa right as you come in through the door, kicking your heels off and slouching into your favorite recliner. You can’t be bothered to put things up in a tidy manner at the moment, especially with how shitty you feel.

There wasn’t a single flaw you could find at the lab today. All the equipment had passed inspection checks and were state-of-the art, the researchers had proper credentials and specialized licenses in hybrid research, and every procedure conducted was documented thoroughly—you made it a point to skip over the entire section for Hoseok, wanting to stay far away from the details of what he was made to do.

You let out a frustrated groan. Forgetting you’re no longer alone in your house, hearing footsteps shuffle spooks you for a second, before you see the wolf hybrid timidly come into the living room. Thankfully, he looks well-rested today. Chef Gyu did text you a while back that the new cleaners were doing well, and Jungkook was actually resting in his room for real this time. He does a quick bow before walking over and propping your heels up correctly. His next mission seems to be to put your carelessly tossed laptop bag in its proper place.

“You don’t need to do that for me Jungkook. I can do it myself.”

“Sorry Miss.”

You hate how meek he sounds, and that he’s the one apologizing in this situation. You should be getting on your knees spilling apologies right now, for going to that lab to see his pack be flaunted off like toys. But instead, he’s looking at you as if he’s the guilty one.

“You didn’t do anything to apologize for. Thank you for tidying up, I appreciate it.” You give me a reassuring smile, but he seems more confused than anything else. He doesn’t know if that means to do it more in the future or not do it all…he wishes you could just give simple commands instead of these tests.

You sit down for dinner, but don’t know how much of an appetite you have after today.

“Do you like the fried rice?”

“Yes Miss” he says between big spoonful, and the way he talks with his cheeks full makes you melt a little.

“Call me Y/N, please.”

“Yes Miss Y/N.”

“Just Y/N is fine”

He raises a brow,

“Pets should address their owners politely, Miss Y/N.”

That sentence makes your skin crawl. The way he so casually refers to himself as a pet, and to you as an owner.

“It’s okay Jungkook, I like being called Y/N.”

“…if you say so, Y/N.”

The name alone feels so wrong on his tongue, making him worry that someone in a lab coat is about to come drag him away for extra obedience training.

“Thank you. So, what have you been doing all day?”

“I tried to help out with the housework, but the people today told me that wasn’t my job…which was really confusing because the people yesterday told me that it was my job.”

“It’s not your job.”

“What is my job Mis—I mean, Y/N? I know I don't have specialized training, but I'm a quick learner! If you could give me a list on how to be good here, I’ll do my best and follow it.”

You want to tell him he doesn’t have to worry about things like that anymore, but you’re concerned that a conversation like that will malfunction his brain. How could it not, when the hormones flowing through his body plus the brainwashing tell him that’s all he should be thinking about.

“There is one thing you could do for me”

His wolf ears perk up, eager for a command.

“It’s really hard to keep up with the latest shows with my job, but I feel left out when everyone in the office has seen something I haven’t. If I give you a list, you think you could watch them for me and give me the summaries?”

“Yes absolutely! I’ll take detailed notes and tell you everything!”

There’s genuine excitement in his eyes. Jungkook’s never had the opportunity to watch TV before, and he can’t believe his luck. He doesn’t show his joy too much though, fearing that you’ll think he’s using the assignment as an excuse to slack off. He wants to be good, wants to show you he’s well-trained.

“Perfect. You’ll be helping me out a lot.”

You have to bite your lip to keep a straight face, endeared by how hard he’s trying to hide his excitement. But the moment is short-lived, as Jungkook’s face turns sour in an instant.

“What are you thinking about?”

“My pack. They’d probably love watching TV too.”

You don’t say anything to that.

Dinner ends with an uncomfortable silence looming in the air, that is until Jungkook spills juice on himself.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it.”

“B-but you just got me these clothes. I was being careless. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s really fine, it’s not hard to get it dry-cleaned. I’ll put the dishes up, so go in and change into something else.”

He gives you one last string of “I’m so sorry”s before heading off to his room.

Once you’ve loaded the dishwasher, you make your way upstairs to the boy’s room, seeing if he needs anything before bed. His bedroom door is open, as is the bathroom door. You follow the sounds of scrubbing before being met with his back to you, hunched over the sink, trying to get the stain out of the white t-shirt. He’s topless and you know it’s wrong to ogle at his incredibly fit physique right now, but something catches your attention right before you’re about to avert your eyes.

Blue splotches pepper his waist, almost bruise-like but not quite.

“Um, Jungkook”

The boy turns,

“What are those blue marks?”

He twists his body in front of the mirror, looking at the marks with the same amount of confusion as you.

“I have no clue.”

Was it an allergic reaction? Have your “eat up” commands been making him eat food he’s allergic to?

“Do you have any allergies?”

“I’m not sure…no one’s ever told me…but I feel fine.”

“Nothing hurts? No nausea, hives, itchy nose?”

He shakes his head.

“I’ll come home early tomorrow and schedule a visit with a hybrid doctor in the evening.”

The color in his face visibly drains.

“I’m a-alright. Really.”

No doctor please. Last thing I need is another person in a white coat messing with my body again.

Your tone softens, “Relax, the most it’ll be is an allergy test. No one’s going to hurt you.”

Jungkook’s back to shaking as much as he did on his first day.

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redstarwriting · 10 months

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his girl | iv. what can make me feel this way?

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader | miles morales x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: language, spoilers (!), probably bad spanish, mentions of stab wounds, mentions of death, Miles negatively talking about himself

a/n: ok so sorry about the wait on this chapter, i was really in a drawing mood and was hyperfixating on it and couldn’t do anything until i finished my hobie drawing and my new avi, but here she is, chapter 4. i hope y’all enjoy! it’s gonna get wild around chapter 7 so 👀 enjoy it while it’s calm(ish) lmao

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Miles really doesn’t know what he did to end up in this situation. Talking to you, but not his you, about why his you hates him now. He walks away from your side, walking over to the wall and making that his seat. He leans against it, and then pulls his other leg up, just chilling like a spider does. You make a ‘huh’ noise, and he swears he hears you whisper ‘So that’s why he calls himself Spider-Man.’

“Ah… well, to make it a long story short, I’m stupid,” he says, and you smile softly. “That tracks. Dumbest genius I’ve ever met,” you say, and he scoffs. “Good to know I’m like that in every universe.”

“Maybe not every universe, but in the ones that matter. I’m only into idiot geniuses,” you say, and he smiles a bit. “Yeah. Well. You’re not into this one, I can promise you that much,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “I probably am. What did you do this time, dummy?”

“I… wouldn’t stop comparing you to another girl…” he mumbles, and you scrunch your nose. “Ew, Miles, what the hell?” you say, and he sighs. “I know, I know. It’s stupid, I’m stupid, I know. I just…”

“Do you like her or something?” you ask, and Miles groans. “Yeah, I did. A lot, actually, but… it didn’t work out,” he mumbles, and you raise your eyebrow. “Okay… well when you say compare…” He sighs, putting his head in his hands. “Everything, man. I would compare everything. At the time I didn’t see anything wrong with it, but now…”

“Yeah. That’s not a good move, Miles. Especially because I can almost guarantee I like you,” you say, and he shakes his head. Even if his universes you did like him, he ruined that. The way you walked away from him is still burned in his mind. The small, defeated voice you would use when you would tell him to stop talking to you when he was trying. The way you stopped showing up to classes, and how he barely was seeing you at all. And when he did, he could tell something was seriously wrong, but you would ignore him every time. He missed you. He missed you even more now that you were in front of him, and it wasn’t you. “Yeah… well, not anymore you don’t.”

“Do… you like me? Like, you called me hot down there, thank you, by the way, but do you actually have a romantic attraction to me?” you ask, and Miles hesitates. He never really thought of you in that way, per se, but this last month has been hell. Actually awful. He can talk to Ganke about anything, and he does, but Ganke just… Ganke isn’t you. He thought it was just because he was missing his absolute best friend in the entire world, but honestly? It might have been deeper than that.

It is deeper than that.

“If you have to think about it for that long, I’m gonna take it as a yes,” you say, and he glances over at you. “Yeah… I guess so. I didn’t realize I liked you like that until–”

“Until just now?” you ask, and he nods. “You really are the most oblivious person in the world, Milesy,” you mumble, and he sighs. “Yeah, yeah…”

“Your mamá didn’t catch on?”

“I’m sure she did, but… she didn’t say anything,” he says, and you frown. “That’s weird… Ms. Morales notices everything and always tells you in this universe…” Miles shrugs. “Guess she’s a little different on my world then,” he says and looks down at the floor. Honeetsly, his mom probably does know. That’s why she would give him sympathetic smiles when he would talk about you, and always encourage him to try and talk to you after giving you some space. What he wouldn’t give to be with his mom right now. And his dad. Both of them. “Hey, (Y/n/n), I haven’t heard any of you mention my dad at all,” he says, looking over at you again. You frown. “Well, uh…”

“Is he… on this world is he…” he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence, but you understand. You nod. “He is… I’m so sorry, mi amor,” you mutter, and Miles’ heart flips for more than one reason. “I’m not your Miles,” he says, and you give him a small smile. “Yes, you are. The two of you are more alike than you think,” you say softly, and he lets out a little laugh. “Yeah? How?”

“Well, for one thee both of you would do anything to protect the ones you love and care about,” you say, motioning towards your broken body. “Anyone would do that,” he says, and you shake your head. “Not here, Miles. That’s rare in a place like this,” you say, and he frowns. “What is with this place anyways? Why is New York like… destroyed?” he asks, and you frown. “The Sinister Six Cartel took over everything after your dad passed. He was the last hope the city had to retaining any kind of normalcy. And the Cartel knew that… so, they targeted your mamá,” you say, causing Miles to snap his head in your direction, “Of course, Mr. Morales ran to help her. And he did, he saved her, but… he lost his life in the process” Miles’ eyes are wide as he hears you tell an abridged version of the story. “Was he the captain?”

“Yes, he was. It was the day he was sworn in, actually. He was the only officer in the city to have the cajones to stand up against the Cartel. So, they got him out of the way. And then the police force was corrupted, and everything went to shit,” you explain, and Miles stares ahead.

A canon event.

He was supposed to be Spider-Man on this world. And he’s still going through the events that all Spider-People go through. If the spider was supposed to bite this Miles, does that mean that before the spider, he was destined to become the Prowler? Would he still lose his dad even if he didn’t have these powers? Because this Miles did. You notice he’s gone quiet. “What’s that big brain of yours overthinking now?” you ask, and he looks at you. “I’m gonna need you to stop knowing everything about me, (Y/n),” he jokes, and you giggle. “Impossible.”

“It’s not important what I’m thinking about right now. How are you feeling?”

“It is important, but fine. Honestly, I’m not feeling great. But talking to you is definitely keeping my mind off of… things,” you say, glancing at thee knife sticking out of you before looking back at him. “Tell me more about myself. About how we’re alike,” Miles says, and you smile. “An excuse to talk about you? Say less.” Miles smiles, but it slightly wavers when he realizes that he could have had this. And if he just wasn’t a fucking idiot… he might have this. “You’re both strong. Stronger than anyone could imagine, and I’m not just talking about physical strength. You both can handle anything thrown at you emotionally… and yet somehow, you’re both idiots when it comes to your feelings. It took my Miles a near-death experience to confess to me. Said that while he was lying on the hospital bed the only thing that was keeping him on this world was me. That’s when he realized he loved me. Even after Ms. Morales told him that he did. I’m assuming you don’t listen to your mamá, either?” you tease, and Miles rolls his eyes. “I do! I do… for the most part.” He side-eyes you as you finish the sentence with him. “Always for the most part when it comes to listening to the women in your life,” you joke, and he rolls his eyes. “Alright, fine. I could listen to her a little more.”

“A little more? You’re a lost cause,” you tease, and he shakes his head. “How is she…? On this world, without my dad…?” Miles asks, and you give him a sad smile. “She manages. It’s hard. She works overtime at the hospital to provide for my Miles. And it’s still barely enough.”

“Wait, is it safe for her to work there? I mean with it being under this Cartel and all?”

“It’s fine. They think have some kind of moronic claim over her knowing that they killed your father. They use her as an example and look down on her, but they think that your dad was the outspoken one about them. If only they knew…” you mumble, shaking your head, and Miles laughs. “I can’t see her staying quiet about something like this unless she had to,” he admits, and you nod. “She doesn’t. Unless she has to. Which she has to a lot now to protect you,” you say, and Miles shakes his head. “They don’t know I’m the Prowler?”

“No. They don’t. I’m sure they have suspicions since you’re seen with your Tío all the time, but they don’t necessarily believe a 15-year-old would do the things you do. Besides, you mainly work with them instead of against them. Not by choice, if you had a choice you’d fight back,” you say, causing Miles to shake his head. “There’s always a choice. Especially when it comes to this. No one should tell you how to live your life or how it’s supposed to go,” he says, thinking back to the fight he just had with Miguel. Seems there are people here trying to tell other him how to live his life and telling him exactly how it should be, too. ‘Is everyone telling me how to live another one of your stupid canon events, Miguel?’ he thinks to himself. “I agree with you, but… he’s doing his best,” you say, and Miles nods. “Have I ever mentioned anything about fighting back?”

“To me, yes. All the time. But never to your Tío. He wouldn’t get it. Wouldn’t agree on it. So, he does what he can,” you say, “He just doesn’t need someone so close to him telling him his ideas and what he does is screwing everything up.” Miles nods. “I know that feeling,” he says. “That’s another similarity. You both are underestimated by everyone else,” you say.

Miles feels his chest tighten up. You’ve said that to him so many times in his world. After losing the science fair in 7th grade, after how he was feeling right after he first transferred to Visions, after he told you he was Spider-Man, and how he almost wasn’t good enough to be called Spider-Man by other Spider-People. So many times, you were there to reassure him he was enough, and that it was three other people underestimating him in the wrong. “How did I not notice this before?” he asks aloud, and you smile softly. “There’s another similarity. Heard you say that so many times,” you say, and he sighs. “I need to get home,” he mutters, and you nod. “I agree. You shouldn’t be stuck here like this. Especially if I’m waiting for you over there.”

“Not only that, but my dad is about to die in three days. And I have this really difficult villain I have to beat because he’s gonna try to take away everything I care about, and instead, I’m stuck here. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s nice talking to you, it always is, and I’m really happy I was here to help myself save you, but I need to be home. I can’t let my dad die knowing I could do something to stop it,” he says, and you nod. “I’ll convince him. Don’t worry, Miles can and will help you. But… how do you know your dad is about to die?”

“It’s… it’s a Spider-Man thing. Apparently. Dad’s gonna be captain in three days and… dad’s gonna die in three days,” he mutters, and you raise your eyebrow. “Sounds like Miles was supposed to be like you, then,” you say. You’re so smart. Took the words right out of Miles’ mouth. “I know. Could have prevented him a lot of pain,” he mumbles, and you shake your head. “Do not blame yourself for getting bitten by a spider, Miles, you couldn’t control that,” you say, and he shrugs. “Still. Took his whole life away from him.”

“And what would that have given you?”

Miles looks at you, and you cock your head to the side. “If you never got bit, what would that mean for you?” “Well… it would probably mean that you and I still talked. And that Uncle Aaron would still be alive,” he says, and your eyes widen. “Your Tío died?”

“Yeah. He died… protecting me,” he mutters, “of course, he did try to kill me until he knew it was me, and then Kingpin shot him. And killed him. In front of me.” You stare at him with wide eyes. “Miles, mi sol, I am so sorry,” you say, and he shakes his head. “It… it's not fine, but it is. It has to be. He was the Prowler, so… guess it was better for him to find out then instead of later on down the line after he would have tried to kill me even more times.” He frowns. This is really weird. This Miles still has Aaron, and he still has his dad… but Miles is about to lose his dad, so… does that mean this Miles is about to lose Aaron? He hopes not. This universe shit is confusing. “Always trying to find the positive, I see,” you mutter, “the two of you really are the same.”

“That guy tries to find the positive in situations?” Miles asks, in a little bit of disbelief. You laugh. “Sí, it’s why I call him mi sol,” you say. “And I take it you have a tendency to be negative like my (Y/n)?” he asks, and you huff. “I’m not negative–”

“I’m realistic,” Miles finishes your sentence with a smile. “Well, I am!” you exclaim, causing him to laugh. “I know, and I’m not just saying I know because you’ll get mad at me if I don’t,” he teases, and you throw the pillow your head is on at him. He catches it with ease, laughing. “Damn, pissed you off enough for you to try to assault me, huh?” he jokes, hopping off the wall and walking over to you. He gently lifts the top of your body up, placing the pillow underneath of your head. He helps you lay back down, and you place your hand over top of his. “I definitely like you, Miles. It’s hard not to.”

He smiles slightly. “Thanks, (Y/n/n),” he whispers. You pat his hand before he pulls away from you. “Do you think you’ll accept my apology?” he asks, and you nod. “I’d do anything if it was for you,” you say. Miles feels his heart skip a beat. He knows you feel the same way about him as this world’s (Y/n) does. Or he at least as to believe you do. For his sake. He just needs to get his head out of his ass and apologize before it’s too late. Hopefully, it isn’t too late, yet. “I’m… I’m so sorry,” he admits to you, and you give him a sincere grin. “Save your apologies for your (Y/n), Miles. And tell her you saved her life. Again,” you say, and he nods.

At that moment, other Miles comes through the window, his mask coming off as he walks over to you, completely ignoring Miles. “Rude,” he mutters under his breath, as Aaron follows Miles inside. But at the same time, he gets it. He’d do the same if you were hurt like this. “How do you feel, baby?” he asks, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Trying not to panic because there’s metal in my arm but other than that, okay, I guess,” you say, “Miles was keeping me distracted from it.”

42 Miles looks at him, giving him a nod. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem.”

“Oh, one more thing, Miles,” you say, and they both look at you. You smile at him, leaning up and placing a little kiss on his nose.

“You’re helping him get home.”

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A Twisted High

Pairing: Bang Chan X OC Alexa/Alex

Summary: Alexa's favorite thing is Ice skating and hanging out with friend's. Chris's favorite thing is Hockey and working for the family business. What happens when these two get paired up for a school project and become each others new favorite thing.

Genre: Mafia Au, Hockey Au,

Warning and Tags: Drug use, violence, eventually smut, fluff, angst

Word Count: 1,267

Chapter Two

Chris’s POV

After school, the boys and I head over to our spot. Spotting Jamie, I sigh. I can tell Changbin feels my mood because he walks in front of me, meeting face to face with Jamie.

"What the fuck do you want?" Changbin says aggressively, making Jamie chuckle. That druggy shouldn't even be here, he could fuck up the season or worse.

"Oh, daddy didn't tell you? I'm a dealer now and you guys are supposed to add me in your little group. How exciting! So where did you park? We should get to the rink." He says with a stupid smirk on his face.

Of course that bastard went to my dad, now he can get anything he wants. I roll my eyes and start walking to my car. Felix gives me a confused look and I just shrug my shoulders. I can't do anything if someone brought my dad into this. All of us hop into my truck and head to the rink.

Once we get to the rink, Jamie jumps out and pulls out a box. I shake my head before I become a part of this. The boys follow me to the changing room. They have questions and I know it, but I have so many myself. My dad doesn't let me in on all that anymore. I get dressed as fast as I can to hopefully give the boys the hint that I don't want to talk about this, and thankfully they do. When we all finish, we make our way to the bleachers.

"This season is going to be a great one with me as a captain, don't you think? Oh, and I guess with the help of co-captain, Christopher," Minho jokingly says, jabbing at me with his elbow. We arrived earlier than I thought, since the girls were still practicing. Not that I mind, it's a nice view.

"Alex just looks better and better everyday," Hyunjin says sitting down in front of me getting his skates on.

"Damn, yeah, I would tap that," Han says while sitting down next to me. We all look at the rink and he's right, Alex is improving and she looks beautiful as ever she makes you just fall in a trance.

"She has to come here and practice a lot, she is mesmerizing." Grabbing my water and looking around, I see my cousin and wave at her while she smiles back, then goes back to her drawing book.

"I mean, if I had parents like hers I'd always be here practicing too." We all look over and see Tina looking right at me with those heart eyes and I instantly get annoyed. I pray that the girls’ practice hurries up so I can go and practice and get away from her. It seems my prayers were answered because the girls’ coach blew her whistle. As soon as I heard that, I ran to the rink and put my skates on, deciding the boys were taking too long. I start to just skate around with my stick in my hand. I then feel a gentle tap on my shoulder making me turn around. I am faced with the girl who has seemed to be on not only my mind, but my friends’ minds as well.

"Hey umm Chris. Sorry to disturb you," Alex says shyly, looking down at her skates. Her nervousness is adorable and not something I am used to. I like this side of her, cute and sweet, different from her confident, loud self.

"Don't be sorry Alex, you're fine. What's up?" I say with a teasing smile, which makes her blush and look back to her fidgeting hands.

"I was wondering if you'd like… only if you would like too - I mean, you don't have to-" I place my hands on her shoulders to help her relax.

"Hey, relax Alex," I chuckle, rubbing her shoulder with my thumb. I don't know why she is like this but I like it and think it would be a little fun to tease her a bit.

"If I'd like to, what?" I smile and start to skate around her with a big smile on my face. For a second I forget that there is a rink filled with a bunch of boys and girls.

"Ha, yeah sorry. I was wondering if I could have your phone number for our project of course." She looks over trying to hide her blush but I caught it.

"Oh yeah, that would be a good idea, wouldn't it? ' Nervously, I scratch the back of my neck and we both skate over to her bag and she hands me her phone while she takes off her skates.

"You know, you have some great moves out there. Have you gotten a call from the Olympics yet?" I say giving her phone back, she laughs but then gives me a sweet smile as she puts her shoes on.

"Oh, umm, thanks Chris. You're not bad yourself. With you and Minho as co-captains, we are for sure going to the finals." I smile looking at the rink to see the boys and my cousin looking over at us, giving me confidence.

"Thanks. You should go to our game on Friday and cheer m-"

"Alexa!" I was cut off by her dad yelling for her, making everyone look at us. We make eye contact and I can see the sadness and annoyance in her eyes. We broke contact when her dad called her name again.

"OH! Gosh I'm so sorry. I got to go but I'll text you when we should meet up. Also I'd love to go to your game. Bye Chris." Alex waves, grabbing her bag and telling Chantel ‘bye,’ giving her a hug. Watching her, I smile excited to get a text from her. I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a thump on the back of my head. Turning around to yell at whoever has the balls to hit me, I am met with all the boys giving me weird looks and kissy faces. I look at Alex one last time before I make my way to the boys in the middle of the rink.

"Dude your father would kill you if he sees you with Alexa. You know how he feels about her family," Changbin says, making me roll my eyes. My dad doesn't care anymore, it's more so her dad to worry about. But it's not like we actually will end up together, or that there are feelings to begin with. Right, I don't like her. She's like family, she's my cousin's best friend, that would just be weird. I mean, I know it's not as bad because it's just my cousin. Ugh, I thinking about this too much.

"Yeah man, a Tibbits is a no no." Hyunjin comes out of nowhere standing next to the rest of the boys.

"Well he's going to have to deal with it for a while. We are working on a project together. That's it guys, nothing more." I say before taking a drink of water.

"Sure, we saw the way you guys were looking at each other all googly eyed," Minho says while making kissy faces and noises as the others laugh.

"Hey, look, the rest of the team is here, we should start," I say pointing to our couch and the rest of the team walking out to the rink. I let out a sigh of relief when they all moved their attention to the others making their way to us in the middle of the rink.

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fem!artist!reader x ellie

<warnings> sexual ?tension ?, slight slight angst, swearing, UNEDITED!

i’ve been wanting to write some hcs/drabbles for a bit and am finally doing it!!. this is kinda self indulgent and i thought others might enjoy. i want to do fics, more hcs, and am CURRENTLY DOING REQUESTS/ASKS!!!!! so plssss interact/tell me what u think!!! —j

Ellie found value in her art mainly through its life and realism. Her sketchbook was merely snippets of her mind - the love, the fear, the humor, the darkness.

Aside from books she’s sparsely found, she hasn’t been exposed to much other forms of art.

When you appeared in Jackson, it barely took days for mentions of the new ‘town artist’ to reach her ears. Dina, fawning over a delicate set of earrings, “Ellie she makes them out of plants…or like…the sap? I don’t totally remember what she said but I swear she’s so freaking cool,”

Or when Jesse came strolling in, rambling about this tiny dagger ring he now has, made out of an old spoon.

“Look I didn’t even buy it alright? Dina won’t stop talking about this chick who makes like…jewelry..I guess? Now I’ve got probably the shortest range weapon known to man,” he finished, smiling.

The final straw was when Ellie came home from a patrol late one night, achy and worn, to a tiny box sitting on her mattress.

As she peered closer, she saw a note hastily taped to the side. It read:

“Hey its Dina. I saw something and it made me think of you. I may have blabbed about you to the artist and she knows who you are now. Oops. She said she wants to see your drawings. Don’t hate me.”

Ellie felt her body suddenly become more achy and more tired. Of course. She didn’t want to get involved in this bullshit, some newcomer wooing all her friends with useless junk. Although, the thought that Dina got her a gift blurred her annoyance to a degree.

Ellie’s fingers tore through the wrapping on the outside, flipping the lid to reveal a small, bone colored pendant strung with a brown braided cord. As she peered closer, the pendant became a moon;It’s face, immaculately tiny, smiling subtly.

The necklace was far too obstructive for Ellie to wear at all, honestly. Dina probably knew this when she got it. But the pendant truly is beautiful. An entirely different art form. A different show of care - of talent. The detail allows her to comfortably sit in her room and study it quietly for another ten minutes.

Ellie sat hunched the next morning, eating something bland for breakfast, only clad in a loose sports bra and some sweatpants.

A knock heightened her soggy mood.

“Are you fucking- I went out yesterday there’s no fucking reason to be knocking on my door at—”

Jesus. There is no mistaking it, Ellie thinks. This is you.

Your hair is intertwined with beads, some homemade and some foraged from the looks of it. Dozens of necklaces, layered and tangled around your neck. The same can be said for both of your wrists. Your ears, pierced up the sides and looped with beads, charms, and other metal pieces.

It was like you were a display for the things on your body. Except, no, Ellie thinks, your face stands out amongst it all. Somehow, with all of the things covering you, your beauty is the most noticeable.

It does nothing to quell how annoyed Ellie is, however.

“Who are you,” Ellie quips(knowing full well who you are). “and what do want.”

“I’m sorry- am I intruding? I really didn’t want to bother you or anything!” You rush, suddenly embarrassed.

“I’m y/n, I just moved here. Dina just said that you might have some extra pencils and stuff that I could borrow if I ran out?” You say, hoping desperately you can save this first impression.

“I mean…” Ellie uncrosses her arms and brushes some hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, you can use some shit. I have enough to share. I didn’t know Dina told you that, so. My bad. For being…rude.” She adds, opening the door even wider. You see her muscles flex as her arms extend and curse yourself for even noticing.

“Oh it’s fine, really!” You say, making sure to remember this about Dina. Also making sure to avert your eyes from the dangerously low cut of Ellie’s sweatpants. Her careless movements are really making you nervous.

Ellie gestures for you to enter, abruptly grasping your shoulder when you don’t move as fast as she would like. She begins to walk you farther into the room.

“You do realize it’s 6 a.m. right? What do you need pencils for at 6 a.m.?” She says, staring you directly in the eyes.

“Ah, well, I guess you’re not a morning type of creator?”

“No.” Ellie sternly remarks. “I’m not.”

She turns around to start walking away.

Starting to feel like a pest, you quickly try to think of something else to change the subject.

“Y’know…I think a ring would look really nice on your hands. Or fingers- I guess.”

That’s a nice compliment right? Or did I just say something fucking insane? You think.

Ellie straightens, slowing her pace a bit.

“I could make you a ring? Like as a trade? For the…pencils?” You say.

She turns.

“Yeah…Sure…” Her hands fall on her hips.

“How do you know how big to make it,” Ellie says. “The ring.”

“Well, what I’ve been doing is using this like, bendy piece of plastic to—well, hold on,” you pause, grabbing her hand to demonstrate.

Ellie’s eyes snap to yours in an instant, invisibly clouding your brain with something warm and fuzzy. You feel her hand flex in yours.

“uh…yeah, so I use this,” you reach into your pocket. “and I wrap it around whichever finger, like middle or ring finger.”

You instinctively wrap it around her ring finger, matching up the lines and moving your head in close to see which number lines up. You feel her figure move closer to you, almost hovering over you as you work.

“aaaand it looks like you’re a size….9” you mumble, running your hands along the base of her fingers before shyly retrieving yourself from touching her, remembering the situation.

Before you can move, Ellie snatches both of your wrists, bringing them in between the both of you. Her eyes intimately gloss over your rings.

“Hold up, could I try on one of yours?”

Your face colors. You couldn’t really explain, but something about the way she’s gripping your hands makes the blood in your body heat up.

“I…yeah, yes. But these are gonna be like…pinky rings for you.” You say, hands fumbling to take off one of your rings for Ellie to try on. Your palms are getting sweatier each time she touches you.

“What?”

“Your fingers are bigger than mine. So,” you take your ring and attempt to place it on her finger. “it only fits…” Ellie’s eyes track your hands. “…on your pinky. There. See? Pinky ring.”

“Oh.” She says. Her gaze still hasn’t left your hands, almost like she’s noticing them for the first time.

You misread her quietness as some sort of sadness.

“Hey, your hands aren’t that much bigger than mine- I know a lot of girls who just have bigger ring sizes. It’s not like- a thing. To feel bad about, or anything.”

Ellie says nothing. Her mouth twitches.

“Your hands are nice. I think..”

She looks up, a laugh bubbling out slightly. Finally, she stops you.

“I don’t mind having big hands.” She looks at you with something weird, something extra.

“They’re not really that big…” You joke, thankful that Ellie has seemed become less irritated with your presence. You notice the wirey veins tracing between her fingers and lining the backs of her hands.

“Yeah?” She questions. “Wanna compare?”

The way shes smiling at you puts a fiery ball in your stomach. It gets hotter as you realize she will not stop looking at you.

“Wow you really can’t take your eyes off my hands, huh? You really want to make me a ring that bad?” She says. Something in her tone makes you pulse between your thighs.

“Oh- I don’t mean to stare. I’m sorry.” You utter, trying to regain your composure.

This is not the Ellie you were taking to before. You felt…vulnerable, now. Your shirt felt thin, it had you rethinking your bralessness. Your shorts felt…short. It felt like the exposed parts of you were burning under the possibility of being seen by Ellie.

“No, I think you mean to.” She continues, “Because you’ve been staring this whole time.”

She’s found you out. You tried your best to be subtle about the yearning, the pull you felt, the way you’ve been just a little breathless ever since you’ve walked through the door.

But you failed.

“It’s really cute, the way you say you like my hands cause of the ring thing.”

She grabs your chin gently and rubs her thumb just under your mouth.

“…But. Be honest.” She stops. Her other hand starts to inch up your leg. You barely notice until her hand brushes the hem of your shorts.

“They just turn you on.”

Your eyes flip wide open, as does your mouth.

“You can pretend it’s some sort of artistic muse thing, but I think…” Ellie tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in closely near your neck. “you just want to be touched.”

Your silence is encouraging to her, it seems. The way your eyes have glossed over and cheeks gone red also let her continue,

“Yeah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Have you been waiting for someone to ask you that?” Her eyes flit between your lips and the outline of your pebbled nipples under your shirt.

“For someone to give their fingers to you?”Ellie only grins. She’s pleased, excited, at your inexperience.

“I- I don’t know what to say,” you sputter.

The hand on your thigh tightens, causing you to squeeze your legs ever so slightly. You focus on meeting Ellie’s gaze and not closing your eyes to relish in the contact.

“Do you want me to touch you?” She asks.

Her eyes gaze so heavily at your mouth, it’s difficult to remember to speak.

“Cause I really want to touch you. Please?” Both of her hands are now trailing up and down your thighs, almost frantically, tugging at the bottom of your shirt and messing with the hem.

You know that she can now see your bare breasts, pushing through the fabric of your top. Ellie’s hands grope your waist and your ass suddenly slides forward from the force, your breasts pressing up against hers in an instant. The heady exhale she groans out blows past your neck. The warmth gives you shivers.

“Yes, touch me.” You say,

hoping wholly to god that it won’t be the last time you say it.

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s/o having a hard time | txt

type: hurt to comfort, light angst, fluff

tw: eating disorder (Taehyun)

note: fighting if you’re struggling lately, I hope everyone will be fine asap. Regarding e/d, I am sorry but I don't feel comfortable doing it in a way when reader eats a lot, I hope you understand. I mean no offense to anyone.

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Yeonjun would notice quickly that you were a bit down. You probably tend to turn him down when he offers to do something and prefer to stay at home. The fact that you tend to isolate yourself a bit more or cry easily - or at all. You two didn’t really hide things to each other, once one found out or realized, they usually went to the other. That’s exactly what Yeonjun did. He’ll go on with your mood swings, not taking it personally if you’re suddenly angry at him without apparent reasons.

As you were quietly reading on your phone, he lay behind you and held you close to his chest, your back resting against it. You didn’t really pay attention since he’s doing this a lot, so you didn’t let go of your phone and just appreciate the feeling of his fingers slowly drawing on your belly.

“Are you okay ?” The question caught you off guard, not really wanting to talk about it. You just nod, brushing it away quickly. That’s what you thought. Yeonjun behind you sighs with a done look on his face and skilfully takes your phone out of your hand. Turning you around before you could complain to him, he was now caging you in his arms. Resting his nose in your hair and his hands now stroking your back, the man asked something else. “Do you wanna talk about it ?”

“Not really…” you answered again, muffed in his shirt this time.

“You'll have to one day.” His words were a bit straight forward but he was right. Yet, he must be happy that his hug was making you feel better and safe or you probably would have told him to fck off. Instead your hands were grabbing his shirt, nuzzling yourself even more onto his chest.

“I know…" A sigh leaves Yeonjun's lips.

“At least let me be there for you, okay ?” mumble your boyfriend in your hair, making your heart skip a beat. You don’t let people come inside easily, but with him maybe it will be easier.

Soobin is the type to try having information regarding your state with cute, little, harmless questions. He’s tilting his head to the side and asking if you want to eat or watch a movie with him. He’s trying to cheer you up in fact, because he always feels sad when you are too. Being his empathic self, he’s easy to talk to and his aura makes you feel at ease when you have to talk to him.

You finding a way in his arms while he was playing wasn’t something uncommon, yet this time Soobin felt like he had to stop playing and pay attention to you. Finishing his round quickly, he left the controller to the side to hug you properly against him. Pulling the blanket next to the sofa to you two, he was inviting you to speak up now that you had everything to comfort you.

“You have a minute ?” you still asked, as if he hadn't just stopped everything he was doing to be there with you.

“I have all the time in the world for you,” he answered, kissing your hair. Thanks to that and his arms around you, you started to tell him all the things that didn’t go as well as you wanted and how people make you feel horrible about yourself. Some harsh words left your lips as your anger got the best of you, but that didn’t bother him. He wasn’t there to judge you or to watch your language, just to listen to you vent so you can stop bottling your emotions.

Even if, in the end, you’re usually a crying mess in his arms. He prefers you to be there than alone in your bed, keeping saying to yourself that you’re useless or incapable of doing anything. Having you close makes it easier to make you keep in mind how much he loves you. Soon whipping your tears with his big hands, he lets them cup your face before leaving a quick peck on your lips.

“Thank you, for speaking to me about it,” he said with a sweet smile, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

The fact that he just listened to you without having the urge to solve your problems makes you hug him closer. That wasn’t what you needed and, as always, he understood it so well that you couldn’t help but fall deeper in love.

“I love you too.”

Beomgyu will think he’s the problem. The fact that you push people away when you’re not doing good makes him doubt himself if he’s the right man for you. If this situation lasts a bit, it can push him into it too. He’s gonna overthink the situation and maybe even think it’s his fault. Yet, he still tried his best to make you feel better and be there for you when you need/accept it.

When you finally let him cuddle up against you one night, Beomgyu thought he would cry. He was worried to the core, scared that you’ll leave him because he couldn’t help you well and that’s why you didn’t want to see him. But your half-asleep self leans into his touch, putting your hand above his, resting on your belly.

“So we’re okay ?” he whispered, his head buried into your back. His eyes closed, he was patiently waiting for your answer as he held you close. You hummed in response.

“Sorry for worrying you Beomgyu, I’m just a bit down lately…” you confessed in your not so conscient state, but you didn’t mind. That was when you were the most honest.

“I noticed that but I feel like I can’t help you…” Beomgyu felt like crying while admitting that; He loved you to death but wasn’t even able to help you going through a little slump ? What kind of boyfriend was he ? You turned around at his words. Your brain awakened a bit now, and the fog wasn’t as blurry as before. His arms never left your waist but your hands got to his face, cupping it before leaving a sweet kiss on it.

“You’re here for me and respect my space, that’s more than enough,” you assured him, stroking his cheek. “It would be even worse without you I think.” You might seem like the one comforting him, but this has to be done for him to know that you love him and that the simple fact that he does too helps.

Beomgyu always made you feel better about yourself, and you’ll never thank him enough for making you feel like you deserve to be loved.

Taehyun notices something is wrong/ going bad again when you have trouble eating. He knows you’ve been through some shitty things regarding eating and he paid a lot of attention to it because of that. So, generally when you’re down or a bit weak mentally, it touches your eating habits as well. You might start to pay more attention to the calories or think hard if you can eat something or not. He makes sure to be there to help you without triggering you more.

Taehyun got home a bit late this night and was a bit worried about you. You didn’t answer his messages yet and, as much as you can just be captivated by your series, you can also be gloomy alone in your bed. First option was the good one though, since the TV was the first thing he heard while coming home.

“Hi baby,” he saluted you with a kiss on the cheek, catching you off guard but still making you smile. “Have you eaten yet ?”

“Have you ?” you asked, trying to change the subject. Taehyun realized it though and came up with the fact that no, you haven’t. He wasn’t really surprised, you hated cooking lately, and started to eat less again.

“No, not yet.” as you were about to get up to cook something, he pushed you down onto the sofa. “I’m gonna do something for both of us, you can stay here.”

You nod, not feeling the urge to protest since you really didn’t want to either cook or eat. But since he was doing it, you couldn’t turn him down.

Minutes later, Taehyun came back with a pot filled with ramen and some eggs in another one. It seems really good, Taehyun is great at doing ramen but you still felt bad about it. Swallowing hard, you took some on your plate - more than you could eat - and started eating while watching your drama to distract you. Not failing to thank him too. But soon, you couldn't eat anymore but felt bad about leaving some on your plate. Biting your lips, you were about to take another bite when Taehyun took your plate.

“You don’t have to eat more if you’re full, don’t worry,” he reassured while finishing your food for you. You hummed at his words, kinda feeling better to know that he would never force you - even if you already know it.

“You ate already, and I’m proud of you,” he kindly added while patting your head, making your heart flutter. Your eyes widened at his words and you quietly took place between his legs - making sure not to bother him as he’s still eating. You just wanted to be near him to thank you silently.

Huening Kai is broken too when you’re down. The fact that it’s hard to see you smile and hear your laugh affects him a lot since he loves it so much. However, he tries his best to get you out of this state, even if that means pushing you a bit. He knows you're gonna like to go outside at a café or play with him in the end. But there's some times where it doesn't help and he just has to comfort you.

School was harsh with you lately, and he couldn’t get you out of your apartment to do anything. He wasn’t blaming you, he knows how hard it can get, but you seemed to get glomier with time and he was pretty much sure that going out for little things could help.

“Hey, wanna go to the convenience store with me ?” Kai suddenly asked, sitting next to you on the bed. He got you out of your head for a second, turning to him with lost eyes as you didn’t hear him the first time.

“Wanna go to the convenience store?” he asked again with a little smile. With his jacket already in his hand, you thought he was kinda in a rush.

“No I'm fine, thank you.”

“Oh please ? We can get ice cream and that pink lemonade drink you love sooo much !”

His lips formed a pout, trying to convince you to come with him. Kai didn’t want to leave you alone, too scared that he’ll find you crying when he comes back. He just wants to spend time with you. So you agreed, getting up and ready pretty quickly. You have to admit that it sounds good, and going out for something other than your classes won’t hurt you. Plus it won’t last long.

You have to admit that taking some fresh air helps clear your mind a little. It’s been a while since the last time you got out for little groceries with Kai and it makes you feel better. His smile is contagious and he just makes you feel safe all the time - even if you hate being outside lately. With him it’s okay you guessed. He’s just so careful with you, you almost forget how much you hate it.

Getting out of the store, he opened your drink for you before you could stop him. You’re not gonna drink while walking because you wear a mask and don’t want to take it off.

“You don’t have to drink, don’t worry. I just wanted to do it for you,” he kindly says, giving you your drink. You thank him a lot, smiling behind your mask as you take the cold drink between your hands half covered by his hoodie’s sleeves.

It didn’t last long, but you were feeling a bit better now thanks to him. Sitting between his legs as you two get home, you lay your back against his chest to seek comfort. Kai couldn’t help but smile and hug you lightly.

“Thank you, Huening.”

“No problem baby.”

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(wc: 4.6k, reader uses she/her pronouns, heavy angst with a happy ending, steve is the most supportive best friend anyone could ask for, basically one big gay comfort fic)

sitting on the couch in eddie munson's trailer felt like the perfect way to spend your friday night. you were the first to arrive, soon followed by an exhausted looking steve with a hyper dustin swinging from his arm. the room was bustling with voices as eddie and dustin tried (and failed) to explain the entire lore of lord of the rings. you wanted to pay attention, truly, but your mind was elsewhere entirely.

"hey, are you even listening?" dustin called out to you. "this is important stuff we're talking about here!"

"hmm? sorry, yeah, i'm listening." you fibbed, silently crossing your fingers in hopes that they would believe you and not press the subject any further.

"what did i just say?" dustin continued, playfully pushing your buttons. you couldn't be mad at the kid, really. you just weren't in the mood today.

"something about mordor? sauron?" you winced, knowing full well that you weren't paying any attention at all. dustin just rolled his eyes dramatically and went back to regaling the group about the downfall of sméagol and the crippling power of the one ring. you hoped no one would notice the bothered look in your eyes, but as always, steve harrington could be counted upon.

not wanting to draw attention to you, steve quietly crossed the room to sit beside you on the couch, nudging you with his elbow and meeting your distant gaze.

"hey, you good?" he asked, trying not to show the concern etched into his features.

"fine. perfect. i am a-okay, harrington." you quipped, hoping your point would get across with as little effort from you as possible. steve wasn't buying it.

"come on. you know you can talk to me." he sounded so genuine that it almost made your heart sink. "you do know that, right?"

"of course." you pondered for a moment, deciding to just let it go for the time being. his brows were still tight with worry, so you gave him a small smile. "thanks, steve."

he gave you a quick pat on the back before getting up and walking over to the fridge to grab himself a water. he made his way back into the living room and returned to his seat beside dustin, opting to give you the space he could tell you needed.

several minutes passed, and the conversation between the boys had all but died down. eddie looked up at the clock, noticing how late it was, and spoke up.

"hey, weren't nancy and robin supposed to come over, too?" eddie questioned, looking over at steve before turning his gaze to you. your heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name. you tried your best to calm your nerves before simply shrugging your shoulders.

"yeah, nance said they might be running late today. something about taking mike and will to the arcade and making sure they get home alright. they should be here soon." steve answered. you couldn't help but feel your heart race at the thought of the empty void on the couch next to you finally being filled by your favorite person. dustin's ears had also perked up, and a mischievous grin made its way onto his face.

"oh, robin's coming over?" he dragged out her name and raised his eyebrows at steve, nudging him harshly with his elbow. "how do you feel about that, steve?" in return, steve looked at dustin with an absolutely bewildered look on his face. you felt yourself look up at them before you could even tell your eyes to move.

"i mean yeah, robin's coming. so is nancy." steve replied, confusion taking up every inch of his face. "why do you ask?" meanwhile, you felt dread settle into your bones.

"steve, man, when are you gonna man up and ask her out?" dustin sighed loudly, clearly exasperated. there it was. you felt your heart sink down into your stomach, making you feel uneasy. steve just groaned.

"dustin, how many times do i have to tell you that robin and i are just friends?" steve said flatly. "she and i are platonic with a capital p!" dustin wasn't believing a single word coming out of steve's mouth.

"robin is in love with steve, i just know it!" dustin jumped up and declared, and you felt your entire soul leave your body. steve rolled his eyes and threw his head back in defeat, while eddie interjected in an attempt to calm the boy down.

"alright, let's lay off harrington for now, okay?" eddie said, pulling dustin back down to sit on the couch across from you. dustin just grumbled and glanced over at steve before delivering one final blow.

"seriously though, steve, ask her out. she's got the hots for you and it's so obvious." dustin muttered, significantly more quietly this time. you physically couldn't take it anymore. you stood up from your seat, dizzily lurching toward the front door, causing everyone in the room to look up at you with wide eyes.

"woah, hey. you okay?" eddie asked worriedly, moving to stand up until you waved him away with your hand.

"just feeling sick. need some fresh air." you barely got the words out before you were stumbling outside and into the cold october air. you hastily made your way behind the trailer, not noticing the door shutting behind you and the footsteps trying to keep up with your quick pace.

as soon as you felt like you were far enough from the chaos, you let your feet give out and landed on your knees with a thud. tears immediately began to prick at your eyes and cloud your vision. you didn't realize you were sobbing until a pair of hands reached down to rub your back.

you jumped slightly at the sudden contact, but quickly let your guard down when you realized the person kneeling beside you was just steve. without even thinking, you let yourself lean into him until his arms were wrapped around you, your shoulders shaking against his. after a few minutes, steve leaned back to check on you.

"you wanna talk about it?" he asked softly, his brows furrowed at your disheveled state. your heart ached with dread at the thought of telling steve why you were so upset, but ultimately you decided he deserved to know. you took in a deep, shaky breath and began to speak.

"do you like robin?" your voice sounded painfully hoarse. steve's eyes opened impossibly wide at your question. you tensed your muscles, preparing yourself for the impending crash of the world around you. instead, your ears were met with a quiet chuckle.

"you think i have a crush on robin?" steve asked, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile. you looked up at him, dumbfounded. he took a step back and continued. "robin is my best friend. that's all she is."

you relaxed marginally, having faith that steve would never lie to you. he could see that you were still bothered by something, and then it hit him like a load of bricks. how did he not realize this sooner?

he contemplated saying something for several moments, not wanting to be presumptuous or make you feel uncomfortable. finally, after what felt like forever, he cleared his throat and spoke up.

"do you uh..." he froze, not knowing if this was the right thing to do or not. "do you like robin?" steve's voice was barely above a whisper, careful to keep the conversation only between the two of you. you felt your stomach churn while fresh tears threatened to spill, and steve was quick to reassure you.

"hey, you're okay. everything is okay. you know i care about you no matter what, yeah?" his voice was gentle, and you nodded before feeling your shoulders tremble once more and looked down. steve's hands were on your shoulders in a heartbeat.

"you should talk to her, you know. i really think she'd understand." he tried his best to convince you, but that was the last thing you wanted to hear. you shot your head up to look at him and shook your head apprehensively.

"no way in hell am i going to do that, steve. that is the worst idea you've ever had." you felt bad for shooting him down so quickly, but what else were you supposed to do? tell robin you've been in love with her since the very first time you saw her perform at a hawkins high football game? tell her how your stomach erupts with butterflies every time you meet her eyes in a crowd? or how you've counted and memorized every single freckle on her face like they were stars in a constellation? you couldn't handle that kind of rejection. no, you'd rather admire robin buckley from a safe distance in order to save yourself from imminent heartbreak.

"you've counted all of robin's freckles?" steve asked with a quiet laugh. shit, did you say all of that out loud? "how many are there?" you rolled your eyes and playfully shoved steve's arm. just as you were about to come up with some snarky remark to throw at him, you both heard the unmistakable hum of nancy's car pulling into eddie's driveway. just like that, your entire facade melted away and your hands began to shake. steve looked at you and made one last plea.

"please just trust me. robin will understand, i know she will. i need you to trust me. i just want you to be happy." steve's voice came in quick bursts as he looked between you and the front of the trailer. your head was spinning and your thoughts were whipping around inside your head so fast that you thought it might split open.

you heard both car doors slam shut and the sound of nancy and robin talking as they walked toward the front door. something nancy said must have been funny, because you both heard a melodic laugh that you knew without a doubt belonged to robin. you couldn't control the smile that crept its way onto your face, which steve was quick to notice, and it made his heart swell.

"do you trust me?" he asked, turning to walk toward the front of the trailer. you felt dread seep into your skin again, but you knew deep down that steve would never betray your trust. you took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly before nodding.

"i trust you." you told him hesitantly, and that was all he needed to hear. before you knew it, steve was jogging back to the front door and your heart began to race again. what if this ruins everything? what if robin thinks you're weird? what if she doesn't even like girls? lightheadedness began to overtake you, so you sat on the grass and leaned your back against the trailer, silently waiting for the scariest moment of your life to finally arrive.

by the time steve made it back to the living room, robin was about to sit down on the couch next to nancy. he motioned for her to come talk to him by the door and, surprisingly, dustin didn't have another outburst at the sight of robin immediately gravitating toward steve. steve didn't even get a single word out before robin was speaking frenetically.

"she isn't here?" robin's voice sounded dejected and defeated, like her hopes had been crushed right in front of her. "i thought she was... well, i mean i thought we were all hanging out tonight. is she okay?" she sounded legitimately worried, and steve sensed a familiar ache in her voice that he'd heard in yours just moments ago.

"she's here, actually. she's out back." steve replied quietly, and robin looked through the front window and sighed nervously.

"it's freezing out there. what if she gets sick?" she pondered anxiously, as if you were a fragile flower that couldn't handle a little bit of frost. steve chuckled to himself.

"she needs to talk to you, rob." he told her, and robin's eyes widened with anxiety.

"me? why? did i do something wrong?" robin's voice was shaking slightly, and steve quickly assured her that nothing bad was going to happen.

"do you trust me?" he asked, looking down to meet her eyes. "you know i would never put you in a bad situation, robin." she knew he was right. steve was her best friend, and she knew he'd never do anything that would hurt her. she took a deep breath and nodded.

"where did you say she was?" she asked, inwardly cursing the way her voice shook.

steve pointed outside. "she's around back. big goofy grin, you won't miss her."

robin chuckled to herself as she walked outside and closed the door behind her before mumbling to herself. "i sure won't."

you were sitting in the grass playing with your fingers when you noticed robin turning the corner. as soon as your eyes met you shot up, your nerves already pounding inside your head. as she approached you, you clutched your hands together and tried your best to will them to stop trembling. when she was directly in front of you, she looked down and noticed your hands shaking, feeling her heart sink at how cold you must be.

"look at you, you're probably freezing out here." she gently scolded you, sliding her own jacket off her arms and handing it to you. you looked at her hesitantly and she persisted. "please put it on. i don't want you to get sick out here."

"thanks, rob." your voice was hardly a whisper as you pulled her jacket over your arms and zipped it up. it smelled like her. it was warm. you cursed yourself for nearly getting lost in your thoughts again. robin sat on the ground and patted the grass beside her, beckoning you to sit with her.

"steve said you needed to talk to me?" she questioned as you lowered yourself onto the cold earth beside her. you felt your chest tighten at her words, anxiety coursing through your veins.

robin must have noticed how tense you were, because she reached her hand out to touch your knee, having no idea that the contact would only cause the fog in your mind to become even more palpable. you felt your throat dry out and you tried to look anywhere but robin's worried eyes, opting to stare at the grass beneath your feet instead.

"hey, whatever it is i'm sure it'll be okay." robin squeezed your knee gently. "you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. i'm sure steve is just being silly." you shook your head and she tilted her own to the side in a questioning look.

"he's not being silly. he's just looking out for me, i guess, but i'm too much of a coward to fix my own problems." you mumbled, and it took robin a second to decipher what you had said. she shook her head and lowered herself to meet your eyes. "i'm a coward." you finished, chuckling dryly.

"why would you think that?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion and concern. you were intensely aware of her face mere inches from yours, and your heart felt like it was about to burst. robin looked at you patiently, allowing you to collect your thoughts. you drew in a shuddering breath before speaking lowly.

"there's this ache inside my chest, robin. i don't know how to make it stop. it's like it's been there since the day i was born." you began, unsure of where you were planning to go. robin listened closely, taking your words to heart. "it's like it's as much a part of me as my soul is. it's like i have to hide from everyone around me, including myself. i can't even look at myself in the mirror because all i see is someone who runs from every single one of their problems." you were talking so quickly you barely had time to gasp for air in between your words.

"you don't have to hide from me. you never have to hide from me." robin spoke softly, moving to instead sit on her knees in front of you. "life can be so fucking scary sometimes, and i know that. trust me, i definitely know that." her voice was so quiet that you almost believed you were imagining it. slowly, she reached out her hands to hold your trembling ones, moving so carefully it was like she was afraid you would break. the moment her fingers met yours, it was like your whole world came collapsing down all at once.

fresh tears began pooling in your eyes, blinding you, and robin was quick to notice. she gently released your hands, and instead moved to hold your face in her palms. you instinctively tried to raise your hands to your face in an attempt to hide, but her elbows stopped you. she shook her head and frowned.

"please don't hide from me. i want to help you so badly. i know that even though i'm..." she paused for a moment, evidently beginning to get emotional. she took a deep breath to steady herself and continued. "even though i'm not good at so many things, please at least let me try." by the time she finished speaking, her voice was barely above a choked whisper. it was dark outside but you were sure you saw tears running down her rosy cheeks.

now it was your turn to reach your hands out, wiping her her cheeks with your thumbs and finally raising your gaze to find her eyes already locked on yours. instantly you felt your face heating up, a stark contrast to the chilly air around you. you almost wanted to get up and run away, but something about the look in robin's eyes kept you cemented in place. you wanted to speak, but no words would come. finally, robin broke the silence.

"your eyes are so pretty." her voice was nearly inaudible, almost like it was a secret only meant for herself. she looked at you like she was lost in thought, much like you had been just moments ago. she seemed to realize what she'd said because, seconds later, she was stuttering and stumbling her way through an unexpected apology.

"god, i'm sorry. that probably sounded, like, super weird." her face was getting rosier by the second. you could tell she wanted to run away, too, so you pondered for a moment before opening your mouth to speak.

"your freckles are... pretty." you were shocked at the sound of your own voice, not to mention the fact that you just said that to robin's face. her eyes went wide in disbelief, and you decided to just go big or go home. "you're really pretty, actually. not just your freckles." you must have looked terrified, because robin began rubbing comforting circles against your cheeks with her thumbs. she was almost speechless.

almost.

"you... you think i'm pretty?" her voice sounded far away, your mind far too occupied with the constellations scattered across robin's face. "actually pretty?" you snapped back to reality at the shakiness in robin's voice. her eyes were misty, but even in the dimly lit backyard you couldn't miss the way her deep blue eyes looked like oceans. usually you were terrified of the ocean, afraid that it would swallow you up and drag you down into its depths. robin's ocean eyes made you feel safe and secure and serene. it was in those eyes that you found the courage to speak.

"so beautiful." your voice was soft, like you were dreaming and didn't want to wake yourself up. your anxiety from moments ago was almost entirely melted away, replaced with calm admiration. robin was a good person. she would never look at you differently or treat you differently if you opened up to her. of this you were certain.

robin shakily let out a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding. she gathered up all the courage she possibly could and brought a finger up to gently pull a stand of hair behind your ear. she took a long breath and decided now was as good a time as any.

"can i kiss you?" robin almost regretted the words the second they fell past her lips. you could have sworn you were hearing things. your mind was racing again, unsure of how to respond. robin's anxiety seemed to get the best of her, because a few seconds later she was on her feet and pacing around in front of you. with her hands in her hair, she began apologizing profusely.

"god, what is wrong with me? fuck, i am so sorry. i can't believe i just said that. you probably think i'm some weirdo now, and you probably don't even wanna be friends with me anymore." her words were moving faster than a bullet. you were sitting in the grass, completely stunned, but when robin started to panic and walk away, you knew you had to do something quickly.

you were on your feet in a heartbeat, catching up with robin and gently grabbing her wrist. when she turned to face you, your heart shattered at the fear on her face. her bottom lip was trembling and she looked like she was about to say something. before she could apologize again, you broke the silence.

"robin, you are hands down the most beautiful person i have ever met in my entire life. you're kind and smart and funny, and you're so talented; it blows my mind. you're amazing." your voice was much louder than you had anticipated, emotion dripping from every word. robin looked at you like you had just come down from the heavens above. you took a step closer, reaching down to hold her hands in yours. lowering your voice, you concluded. "you're perfect."

"perfect? you think i'm perfect?" her voice sounded incredulous. you gave her a small nod and her lip started to quiver again. you carefully released her hands and instead rested your palms on either side of her neck. at first, robin had no idea what to do with her hands, so she awkwardly held them between the two of you. when you noticed them and giggled, she finally gathered the courage to rest her hands on your waist. her head felt floaty, but she chalked it up to whatever this moment was. you looked at the way she was trying not to smile and sighed contently.

"i think i'll take that kiss now." you heard your voice before you felt it, but you weren't complaining. robin was stunned, frozen in place for a few seconds. your thumbs rubbing circles on her jawline brought her back to reality. this was happening. as if on autopilot, robin stepped forward and leaned down, closing the gap between you.

the moment your lips met was like everything you'd ever dreamed it would be. the kiss itself wasn't anything hugely dramatic. there were no firework explosions or bursts of passion like in the movies. robin's kiss was short, but that felt right. everything with robin felt right.

pulling away was the hardest part, your lips suddenly aware of the icy chill in the air. the look on robin's face? now that was the best part. her cheeks were the deepest shade of pink you'd ever seen them, and her eyes creased from how big her smile was. her hands moved to the small of your back as she spoke.

"holy shit, i just kissed you. you kissed me? we kissed?" her voice was absolutely elated, and you couldn't stop the huge smile that was forming on your face. robin was almost in her own world for a moment, excitedly drumming her hands on your back and dancing around like no one was watching.

but you were watching.

and robin was okay with that.

after she calmed down a bit, you suggested going back inside so that everyone knew the two of you didn't just vanish. really you just wanted to get robin inside so she wouldn't freeze to death, seeing as how she continuously refused to take her jacket back. she persisted that your warmth was far more important than hers, and she wasn't about to lose that argument.

as you approached the front door of eddie's trailer, robin reached down and held your hand in hers. you looked at her cautiously, but she just squeezed your hand and nodded. she was ready. she didn't feel the need to hide anymore, and neither did you. you were in this together, and that gave you the strength to finally open the door and face everyone.

not even a second after the two of you entered, steve was already up and walking over to you. he engulfed both of you in a hug until you weren't sure you could breathe anymore. when he backed away, steve harrington was crying. he sucked in a short breath and spoke.

"finally, you guys." he laughed, clearly trying to downplay how emotional he was getting. you and robin saw right through his facade, and you tugged him over for another hug. "i just want my best friends to be happy, you know? want what's best for you guys." steve excused himself to the couch, chugging down the rest of his water and insisting that he was not crying.

"you two love doves finally have a talk or what?" eddie's voice rang out, while nancy just looked at the two of you with a huge grin on her face. robin was swinging your hand in hers, smile wide and eyes bright. she nodded excitedly and eddie smiled warmly. "good. about damn time, too."

"don't think i'm third wheeling, you guys. you're still stuck with me, so don't try and get rid of me." nancy chimed in, her eyes full of amusement. eddie and steve chuckled quietly.

"we wouldn't dream of it, nance. you're always gonna be our best friend." robin gave her a heartfelt look. you nodded your head in agreement and smiled. steve sniffled and spoke up.

"i'm your best friend." he raised his hand, pretending to be offended. you and robin chuckled, and steve just gave a toothy grin.

suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. dustin waltzed into the living room and plopped down onto the couch, oblivious to everything that had just happened. he noticed the weight in the room and did a quick glance around. it didn't take long for him to notice robin's hand tangled in yours. he scanned over everyone in the room, paying especially close attention to steve.

"uhh... what's going on? what did i miss?" dustin asked with a quizzical expression on his face. robin just laughed.

"i'm gay, dustin." robin spoke with so much confidence that steve had to will himself to not cry again. you looked up at her and smiled, squeezing her hand.

"yeah, me too." you added, chuckling to yourself at the bewildered look on dustin's face, while steve cried for the second time that night. eddie and nancy looked just as amused as you. dustin's eyes crinkled into a smile as he finally connected all the dots, steve's words finally making sense to him.

"that's awesome, you guys." dustin's cheesy smile was clearly evident in his voice, and it made you smile even more.

so as you and robin settled onto the couch beside nancy, and robin absentmindedly wrapped her arm around you while laughing at one of steve's corny jokes, you looked around the room at your favorite people in the entire world and thought to yourself: there is no place i would rather be.

(a/n: this is my first fic that i've actually finished in almost three years!! i might be a little rusty, but i'm really proud of this one and i really hope you enjoyed reading. feedback is always immensely appreciated, as well as any constructive advice anyone might have. thank you for giving my fic a chance <3)

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 22

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,075

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 22 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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After your exchange with Taehyung you turn in your spot and head towards the library where you find Namjoon sat at a table reading through a book. His eyes draw up to you the moment you make your appearance apparent but you're sure he already knew you were nearby just by the beat of your heart. Maybe even smelling your scent beforehand. He smiles at you and points to the seat across from where you slowly sit down as he pushes the book to the side after closing it. You can't see the title of it as it lies with the back cover facing upward. Namjoon notices your attention on it and his dimpled smile grows wider as he points to the book.

"Sleeping Beauties," he says. "By Stephen King and his son Owen. Have you read it before?"

You shake your head no and subtly bite your lip in thought. "I haven't. Is it good?"

He nods his head. "Even more so if you're a fan of King's work." He taps the back of the book a few times before smiling. "I recommend it. Let's say this is the first and I'll be sure to bring you a wider list of books to read tomorrow."

You can't help the smile that breaks across your lips. "Sounds like a plan."

He mirrors your smile with one of his own.

There's something cheeky about the way he smiles. Like he's being playful and you have to admit that you like it. It's a feeling you've never felt before and you chalk that up to never having interacted with people outside of coworkers and your formal Masters like this. Hoseok doesn't count and neither does Seokjin and Jungkook because their personalities are not to your liking. Namjoon feels like a breath of fresh air and a part of you wants to cling to that but you know you can't because you have to escape from this hell hole. The thought of that kind of dims your mood a bit but you don't let it get to you.

"So," Namjoon starts bringing you out of your thoughts. "Did you take care of that thing you were concerned over?"

You nod your head. "I did."

"Everything good?"

"Mmhmm."

He smiles. "That's good." He stares at you for a moment before he frowns. "Everything alright?"

You hum questioningly. "Yeah I am."

Namjoon doesn't look entirely convinced. "Sorry it just seemed like you were out of it for a second there."

"Oh." You pause as you think on his words.

Did you really? You thought you were just fine save, of course, when you bumped into Taehyung. Your mood after having found out your money was left untouched soured considerably but you didn't think it showed so much.

Namjoon gives you an unreadable look before giving a soft smile. "You know you can tell me anything. Even if it's at my brothers' expense."

You frown a little as you think about it. Would he really be okay with that? It's not about Hoseok so maybe it's okay.

You sigh before wringing your hands together on top of the table. "I um - I just ran into your brother just now. Taehyung."

His eyes look deeply into your own. Encouraging you to continue."

You hesitate a moment before speaking. "He's very protective of Hoseok I see."

Like a light bulb going off in his head Namjoon gives a soft "Ah. I see." He purses his lips as he looks at your hands. "I take it you must have felt a bit intimidated." He nods to himself before looking back up at you. "He has that effect but don't worry too much."

You scoff lightly. "Wasn't it you who told me he has anger issues? And I got to see first hand what to expect if I hurt Hoseok."

Your hands continue to worry between each other before a hand comes to lie over them. It's Namjoon's and he gives you a gentle squeeze to stop you.

"I did say that."

Your face warms at his touch but you stop wringing your hands. He squeezes once again until you pull your hands back towards you where they lie separate from one another.

"And yes he's probably going to keep a watchful eye on you to make sure you don't hurt our brother."

You bring your hands up to your head with a drawn out groan.

"But," Namjoon starts. "He'd have to go through Hoseok first if he wanted to hurt you. Go through me as well."

Though you could care less about Hoseok defending you your heart pitter patters at his last statement.

Your hands come back down to the table and you look down shyly at them. "Why are you so nice to me?" You couldn't begin to even understand why.

Namjoon throws a soft smile your way. "You haven't given me a reason not to be nice to you."

You frown. "Even with knowing that I don't want to be with Hoseok?"

He nods. "Even if you don't want to be with Hoseok. Your happiness comes first in this because clearly my brother is in the wrong here."

You shake your head softly. "I'm sorry but it's just weird to hear you're on my side when everyone else isn't."

He huffs a little but you can tell it's not because he's annoyed with you.

"What will it take for me to convince you?"

What will it take? Gods you feel floored by Namjoon. You've only gotten to know him for a few hours and he's gone out of his way to make you feel so warm and welcomed. It feels a little too good to be true in your little nightmare of a life but he's doing his best you note.

Your eyes dart around while you're stuck in your thoughts. Trying to come up with a reason as to why you shouldn't trust him but you're coming up blank. Is it truly possible that one out of seven brothers isn't as bad as you'd think he'd be? He also said that Yoongi was the most normal out of all them. If given the chance to speak with him would he be as nice and welcoming as Namjoon? Something akin to hope begins to blossom within your chest at the thought, but you know you have to be careful nonetheless.

You notice then you've been quiet for a while leaving the vampire before you without an answer. You look him in his inquisitive yet gentle eyes and nod to yourself. His brow raises as you go to speak.

"Time. I just need some time."

Namjoon's lips part into a dimpled smile. "I can give you that. So long as you trust me along the way."

You smile back and nod. "Okay."

There's a knock on the doorframe behind you. You turn your head to see who it is and freeze when you see Hoseok. He's leant against the frame where he smiles at you before he stands up straight. He's clearly happy to see you while you feel far from that. His steps are light as he makes his way to you before he's standing behind you and engulfs your body into a hug. You're stiff in his arms as you look back towards Namjoon. His expression is unreadable before it morphs into a somewhat happy one when Hoseok directs his sites onto him.

"Having fun?" Hoseok asks.

Namjoon hums before placing his chin onto his palm. "You could say that."

Hoseok giggles before he places a kiss onto the side of your head.

"I thought you'd have more work to do." His brother says.

You were thinking the same thing until your captor made his appearance.

"I do," Hoseok starts. "But I'll put off the rest for tomorrow." He squeezes you tighter in his arms. "I missed you too much."

Your bottom lip involuntarily trembles as your little world you were beginning to create slowly falls apart before Hoseok's presence. The true realization of your predicament hits hard and you wish this all weren't real. Despite knowing why you were here in this home it mostly affected you negatively while being here around him. It leaves you feeling raw, irritated, hopeless, alone.

When you stare at Namjoon he's careful not to look your way. His eyes on his brother instead who begins to rock you gently side to side. You wish he would look at you to give you some reassurance but the way he eyes his brother is indecipherable at best.

"What are your plans then?" Namjoon asks.

Hoseok releases you to stand upright but his hands are perched onto your shoulders. His grip isn't tight enough to hurt but enough to know you won't be going anywhere.

"Whatever my love would like to do."

Namjoon looks at you after Hoseok speaks - drawing all the attention to you now.

Your captor leans over to your side a bit as he hums questioningly before pecking your cheek with his lips. "Anything you have in mind, baby?"

Your eyes shift from side to side now that you have unwanted attention upon yourself. You give an awkward "Um" before shrugging your shoulders. Your original plan was to stay in the library and talk more with Namjoon until Hoseok ruined everything. You can feel the way his thumbs press hard into your shoulders and you can't tell if it's because he's trying to give you a massage or warn you to have care with your next words.

Your eyes water a bit as you feel the heavy thump, thump, thump of your heart and your hands ball up into fists to ward off the shaking. You swallow deeply before looking somewhat Hoseok's way. Should you tell him you wanted to stay in the library with Namjoon? You think it's a stupid idea and he seems to understand you're struggling. His brow raises as he smiles - nodding your way to urge you to speak.

"I um... I was planning on-" Your words are cut off when his thumbs dig in deeper and harder. It forces you to flinch a little as you look deep into his eyes.

"Go on," he says. "You can tell me."

But you know if you say something he doesn't like he'll make a show out of it so you acquiesce to his silent desires.

"Whatever you want to do." You sound reserved as you look down at your hands.

From there he lets up the pressure he was applying to your shoulders. He giggles a little before patting you.

"We can watch a movie in the theater room. Something to help me wind down after the night I've had."

Your eyes draw up to Namjoon who says not a word as he watches you two. He doesn't smile as he looks at his brother but a small one breaks across his lips with a small nod your way as if he was telling you that things would be okay. You wish you could believe him but so long as you stay in Hoseok's presence would you ever truly be okay? Not with him taking advantage of you whenever you kiss. That alone is the worst part of all when it comes to you two.

You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth before letting out a soft "Okay."

A joyous sound comes from within Hoseok at the agreement as he goes to grab your hand and pulls you up. When you stand before him he kisses your lips before tugging you over to where he begins to walk.

"Another time Namjoon - we'll hang out."

His brother smiles with a soft laugh though it comes out somewhat forced. "I'll hold you to it." He salutes you two before grabbing the book he pushed to the side earlier and goes back to reading it.

Your attention is drawn to Hoseok when he squeezes your hand. Demanding your attention as you both exit the library. But before you can react to him you find your back pressed flushed to the hallway wall where the vampire pins you between his arms. Your gasp is sharp as he leans his face close to yours. He huffs a small laugh at your sudden cluelessness before kissing your lips.

"I missed you," he says.

Another kiss is placed onto your lips as your hands go up to press against his chest. You try to push but he stands his ground and doesn't move an inch. You whimper when he kisses you again but this time harder. You can feel the way the inside of your lips press roughly into your teeth. Like he's trying to leave a print of himself inside of you. His hands go to your waist as he continues to kiss you despite how hard you're trying to push against him.

"Hoseok." You manage to get his name out from his fierce kiss. "Hoseok." Again you say.

He hums into you before pulling back to rest his forehead against your own. His eyes are open as he stares deep into your own eyes and it's unnerving.You try pushing him again but he still doesn't budge. You feel weak in his arms and not because you like it.

"Let's head back to our room," he says.

Your heart skips a beat as you shake your head. "I thought we were going to see a movie in the theater room."

He sighs closing his eyes for a moment before opening them. He pulls back away from you but he still maintains hold on your waist.

"I want something different now."

Your nostrils flare as your eyes widen. You have an idea of where this is going but you shake your head no to let him know.

"I'm sorry but I don't want - I don't," you stutter a little as you continue to push against him. You know you have to watch your words around him to avoid getting him mad so you tell him "Not now" to try and lessen the blow.

He doesn't look like he believes you in the slightest but he pulls back anyway with a small smile.

"Not now," he repeats. "But later yes."

You don't want to agree with him so you stay silent but it's not like he was looking for your approval because he nods to himself before releasing you to hold onto your hand instead.

He tugs you through the hall until you both reach the playroom where you spy Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. You note the three of them are almost always together. Even when everyone parts after eating - the three of them like to stay behind.

Jimin is sat on the couch watching Taehyung and Jungkook play a game together. He giggles at something that happens on the screen before his eyes shift to the side when he sees you. His brothers ignore you but Jimin's eyes watch your every move. He looks on as Hoseok takes you to the theater room and perches his chin onto the back of the couch.

"Where are you two going," he asks.

"What does it look like?" Hoseok question comes off annoyed but you can tell it hardly holds up a bite.

Jimin simply giggles.

He leans his elbow on Jungkook's shoulder as he sits up and it forces the youngest to grunt.

"I want to watch a movie too."

"I bet." Hoseok huffs a laugh. "But I want alone time with Y/N."

You look at Jimin to see him pout.

"But does Y/N want to be alone with you?" He giggles again. "I promise I won't be loud."

Despite hating how he teases you you feel like taking him up on his offer because you clearly do not want to be alone with Hoseok. Your captor though ignores his brother before opening and shutting the theater room door behind you two. As soon as it's closed he turns on the light and pulls you over to the recliners.

"Sit."

It's the middle seat in the back row and you wonder if this is his preferred seating during movie time with his brothers. He turns his back towards you and walks towards the left side of the room near the screen. He lightly presses his fingers against the wall and watch as it easily slides off towards the side revealing a lit up inner wall filled with rows upon rows of dvds. Not the cases but the dvds themselves are slotted away into a rack of sorts and just beneath them is the player that no doubt is connected to the screen.

Hoseok files through the dvds with a soft hum before looking at you with a question upon his tongue.

"Do you have anything in mind?"

You curl in on yourself on the seat bringing your knees up to your chest before shaking your head no.

It brings a smile to Hoseok's face as he begins to rummage through the choices lined out before him.

"There's action, there's horror, tear jerkers and rom-coms. That's a favorite of Jungkook's."

Rom-coms? A favorite of his, you think to yourself. You had a hard time believing in that. Then again in your short time here he's surprised you more than once with his personality.

"If nothing that we have here interests you I can load up Netflix to see what's on there."

He doesn't give you a chance to see what they even have or for a chance to answer because he removes a remote from a drawer in the inner wall before coming over to you to sit.

You're glad he takes the other seat instead of sitting on the same recliner with you. It would have been a tight fit but something someone could work around if they wanted to cuddle. Either Hoseok didn't think that far or he just wasn't interested in that sort of closeness in this room. Either way, you're happy.

The sound of Netflix comes alive - the floors nearly shaking from how loud it sounds through the speakers. It startles you a little and he's quick to notice. He smiles your way before reaching for your hand to hold and looking back to the screen to peruse through the options.

"Are you fine with any genre?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"Someone feeling shy?"

You look at him with an unreadable expression as he seems to giggle to him. He's drawing up his own conclusions without you saying a word. You could easily speak up but you're trying not to. At least not until you're finally out of here.

There's a sudden knock on the door. Hoseok welcomes them in and as the door opens it's revealed to be Jimin. He has a cheeky smile as he leans against the doorframe.

"What, Jimin." Hoseok sounds just the slightest bit exhausted.

His brother giggles as he leans in a little. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking of recommending a movie if you two haven't chosen any."

You try not to look his way because you notice any lick of attention being thrown his way just fuels him.

"What were you about to recommend?"

Jimin taps his chin with his finger as he mockingly thinks of his options. It's after a second does he gasp and points to you and Hoseok with a wide smile.

"Have you heard of The Invitation?"

Hoseok gives a bland "No" before looking your way.

You're staring at the screen in silence and it's then you notice they're waiting to hear a response from you. You shake your head no and it forces a satisfied "Ah" to leave Jimin.

"What's it about?" Hoseok asks.

Jimin's smile grows wider at this. "Oh you know," he starts. "Just vampires and an insatiable need for a lover. I think Y/N might enjoy it actually."

You frown at his teasing tone not liking it one bit. He was being vague - clearly expecting you to fall into his trap and watch the movie but he's making you feel uncomfortable. Hoseok seems to ponder on it a bit before he huffs out a "No."

Jimin looks slightly affronted. "Why not," he asks.

Hoseok makes a face as he shakes his head. "I'm not in the mood for false representation of our kind."

His brother huffs out a laugh. "Well do as you please then." He turns his back to you two and before he goes to close the door he turns his head the slightest bit before saying "It was about a vampire choosing an unsuspecting woman as his bride. Thought it would remind you of a happy couple in this household."

Your face slowly falls as Jimin laughs to himself. The sound is downright diabolical making you feel sick. The sound of the door is mute as he shuts it softly and it takes everything within you not to get up and run away.

You were a joke to him. You think back on what Namjoon said about it being for the best that you don't know about Jimin. Is it because of his knack for sadism? You can only guess so.

Hoseok can feel how tense you are just by the feel of your hand. He squeezes the limb gently before looking through the Netflix catalog again.

"Ignore him, my love," he says. "You'll note he likes to tease a bit. The sooner you realize this the sooner you'll be able to catch on to it and disregard his antics."

He brings your hand up to his lips where he kisses the back of it.

None of anything that has happened, that Hoseok has said and done himself brings you a lick of comfort. You're discomforted by anything and everything in relation to the Bangtan clan. They make you feel ill and irritated. All of them save for Namjoon. Namjoon who you wonder what he might be doing now. Is he still reading that book? Has he decided to focus his attention on something else. Does he have work to do now? If so what does it entail? You know Hoseok said his own job consisted of accounting. That makes you wonder then. For accounting to occur that means they had a business. A family business they all talked about having during dinner when the topic of their cousin came up. You didn't know what that business is.

You frown as you angle your face Hoseok's way. "H-Hoseok." Your voice is just the slightest bit raspy from disuse before you go to clear it.

The vampire in question hums in your direction questioningly.

"You said you worked in accounting, right?"

He nods his head. "What about it, baby?"

You bite your lip softly in thought before releasing it.

Did you really want to know what the answer might be? Maybe not but you can't stop yourself from asking further.

"What does the family business entail?"

He looks at you from the corner of his eye before looking forward again. You think he's going to ignore you with how silent he grows. Not a word more said between you two and it makes you grow anxious. Is he hiding something? Are all the brothers hiding something?

A deep inhale sounds from Hoseok before he releases it into a short breath. "What's got you so curious about that?"

You shrug your shoulders. "I just wanted to know."

He hums before a pause of silence. "You'll know some day."

You're expecting to hear more from him but he stays silent. Not a single word more on the subject when he makes an "Aha" sound once he finds a movie to watch. You eye him warily but know if he's closed lipped about it he will be probably be so until the ends of time.

He said you'll know some day and it just makes you feel uncomfortable. Should you ask Namjoon when given the chance? You probably will. You hope the time comes and fast because there's more to expect from the gentle giant. He said he'll have a list of books ready for you tomorrow. You also hope he'll give you a tour of the front of the house that way you can scope your escape route.

So many things to look forward to but first you have to survive Hoseok.

For the next hour or so you both watch a movie you're half paying attention to. Your mind wanders a lot especially whenever you feel the creeping sensation of Hoseok's fingers dancing across the skin of your hand. Once the end of the movie comes around you realize how tense you have been. When you relax you feel your body ache and feel exhausted. Time was pushing on to the late hours of the night and the need to sleep grows steadily. It's not as bad as last night but still it's enough to have yourself feeling tired by the minute.

When your mind wandered you thought about Namjoon and how he can help you get out of here. Whether he willingly will do so or not you expect the help. He said he wouldn't blame you for running away but you can't trust he won't tell Hoseok. Your relationship with him is still too new to trust in him fully. You told him to give you time for him to convince you and he seemed genuine when it came to all that concerned you, but you did need the time to believe in him fully. But with that in mind you don't want to waste your precious time either when it came to playing the waiting game. In no way do you know you'll escape tomorrow or the day after that but you're hoping you can leave soon. If Namjoon isn't too good to be true then a part of you will surely miss him.

Hoseok brings your hand to his lips to kiss softly. Each finger is doted upon as he closes his eyes - him being in the moment. The limb twitches in his hold as you fight the need to pull away.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

His question rings low as the credits continue to roll. A trailer for another show or movie - you can't tell - is about to play but stops as soon as Hoseok picks up the remote and backs out.

He hums questioningly at you still expecting an answer.

You just hum in return - not wanting to speak just yet.

Your ears ring by the slightest bit after the speakers had been leaving behind a string of deafining blows. Not enough to hurt but enough for them to affect you significantly.

Hoseok stretches in his seat before standing up to shut everything off and put the remote away. You watch in subtle awe when he slides back the wall easily to hide the dvds. Rich people had many ridiculous things but interesting and cool ones as well such at this theater room.

He comes back to you and watches as you stretch as well before you go to stand. Your body feels like a weight had been lifted off of it after sitting stock still in the same position for gods know how long. Hoseok smiles at you before embracing you. He does so deeply until there's not a single bit of space between you two. He kisses the top of your head before leaning back a bit to look at your face.

"You hungry," he asks.

You shake your head no but have to admit that you are thristy and need to use the restroom. He smiles and says "Of course" as if he were giving you permission.

He leads you out of the theater room and out back into the playroom were the three youngest still play together. It causes Hoseok to release a tch sound from his lips as he eyes them.

"Don't you guys have work to do," he questions.

Jimin looks back at him and laughs. "I can have a little break every now and then."

"I know you can," Hoseok starts. "But it depends on whether you're slacking off more than you should be."

Hoseok's brother smiles. "True but you have nothing to worry about. We're just taking some time for ourselves tonight."

Your captor hums but says no more.

The two of you are set to leave the room before Taehyung speaks up. He asks where the two of you are headed and Hoseok smiles as he answers.

"Use the restroom real quick and get something to drink. Why," he questions. "You need something?"

Taehyung looks away from the game to stare at you both. He looks at your hands that are interlocked with his expression unreadable. You recall his words when he caught you in the hall. Surely he's sizing you up when he looks directly at you. As if he could check to see whether you're lying or not. Lying as in you won't break Hoseok's heart. Something you could care less about but you don't know what Taehyung is capable of. What all of these vampires are capable of. Hoseok is strong in his own ways surely his brothers are no different.

He continues to stare at you unblinking until he finally draws his eyes away from you and towards the TV again to continue playing. He shakes his head softly before replying with a "No."

"Okay then. We'll be off." Hoseok says before taking you along with him into the hall.

You feel like your hands have grown sweaty from that interaction but Hoseok doesn't complain. You notice he isn't one to complain much. Maybe because you haven't given him a reason to. Not outright completely you guess because you're occasional denial of this thing you have being a relationship doesn't come with a complaint but you know he grows irritated with you.

After a bit Hoseok takes you to the same bathroom you were having an attack in. He opens the door for you and before you can go and close it he puts his hand in the way. Your eyes widen as you look at him but he doesn't relent.

"H-Hoseok," you say. "I have to use the bathroom."

He gives you an undeterred smile. "I know. I do too. You can go then I can." He tries to push pass you and nearly knocks you over with how hard he bumps into you.

You stand so stiff as your eyes widen even more. He didn't actually believe you'd be able to go with him in here with you did he? And to know he'd want to use the toilet immediately after you for you to see. The man was insane.

"I can't go with you in here with me." It's the first time in a while do you hear yourself sound so firm. So sure of yourself that it makes his eyes widen instead.

He frowns and you watch as his lips form a small pout. "It'll be real fast."

"Hoseok." You sound a little angrier this time. "I can't."

He sighs before pursing his lips. "We've showered together but you can't handle this?"

It's your turn to frown. "That was different."

It was different. In so many ways. You feel like you should have been firmer with that too in saying no but what has happened happened, but this for you was going too far. His sick and twisted mind needed to understand this.

You cross your arms with the furrow in your brow growing even more. His lips part in small disbelief but when he sees you are determined in keeping your foot down he begins to relent.

"Fine," he says. "Just be quick."

You give a small sigh of relief when he exits out of the bathroom closing the door shut behind him. You take that chance to check and see if there's a lock on the door and press the the button into the doorknob. You listen to see if he will try anything more despite the door being closed and when you hear nothing you take the chance to quickly use the toilet.

You don't think you've ever peed so fast. Pushing all your might just to get this over with in fear of Hoseok finding his way back in. Once you're done you quickly wash your hands and as soon as you're done that you unlock the door before opening it.

As the door swings open you're met with Hoseok's frown.

"Did you lock the door," he asks.

Your lips part slightly before you swallow deeply. All of your bravado from before leaving you in one fell swoop.

You know you can't lie because clearly you did and so you nod timidly before saying in a hushed voice "Yes."

He shakes his head at you with him clearly irritated. "Don't do that again."

Your nostrils flare before you nod again. You didn't think he'd be so angry about that but clearly he was.

You move out of his way for him to go into the restroom and you hear how he doesn't lock the door behind him.

Your out in the hallway with your hands worrying between each other. You're clearly feeling uncomfortable as you wait for Hoseok to finish. You look left then right as if you're waiting to see someone. A servant or maybe a brother. You keep your eyes opened to see if Namjoon is around but he's not or at least not as far as your eyes could see. For all you know he probably already left the library. He could be with the others in the playroom or his study or even his room. Wherever he is you just know he isn't near you.

You hear the toilet flush behind you before the sound of running water. As soon as that's done the door opens up to reveal a less irritated Hoseok. He doesn't look up at you at first but when he does he sighs. You can see the way he tries to regulate his mood before speaking to you.

"Let's get something to drink, yeah?"

You nod your head before biting your lip and looking down as he reaches for your hand.

"Hey," he says.

You look up into his eyes as he pulls your bottom lip from between your teeth.

"I'm not mad at you." He brushes your chin with his thumb. "You just caught me off guard is all. I didn't think it would be a problem since we've already seen each other naked."

You swallow but don't say anything. You feel like telling him again that it's different - showering together and using the toilet together - but you're sure he won't see your point. He hardly ever does so you just nod your head before looking down the hall. He doesn't say anything more - a sigh leaving his lips instead. With that he grips your hand tight before leading you off towards the kitchen.

Loud yells of irritation and joy sound from the playroom as you pass by. You can hear Jimin's laugh loud and clear at whatever happened in there. It sounds melodious and you briefly wonder how something beautiful can belong to someone so disturbing. You also briefly wonder about who is worse: Hoseok or Jimin? You have yet to get to know the blond enough to make an assumption but you don't know if you ever really want to. You wonder if you'll ever get the chance to know him though. During dinner it was made pretty clear that he wants to spend some time with you. Like you have been with Namjoon but you don't care to know about the rest. Even for more "normal" vampires like Yoongi. You just don't care - don't want to. You wonder if you tell Hoseok this would he prevent Jimin and any of the rest of his brothers from pestering you. Maybe, you believe, but they are also men he cares for deeply. If he wants you to settle well into the household he might expect you to play nice with them too. Just the thought makes you sigh as you enter the kitchen.

No one is inside for now. The night crew no doubt tending to their other duties. At least until it's time for them to come back and start on another meal perhaps. You weren't familiar with the night crew's routines back at home because you would be asleep by now. It's no more different to you now with the crew here in Hoseok's house.

You're left standing by the counter as Hoseok begins to retrieve something from the refrigerator.

"Water," he asks. "Juice? Soda?"

"Water," you say. It was enough for you.

He smiles your way before fetching a pitcher of ice cold water. You can hear the way the ice rattles in the glass pitcher before he goes to fetch two cups. He fills them up high and presents one to you before putting the pitcher away. You take small sips to wet your mouth before fully drinking the liquid to moisten your throat. You can feel the way the cold makes its way down your chest and into your stomach and it forces goosebumps to rise on your arms.

Hoseok takes a sip from his own drink as he looks at you. A small smile creeps up onto his lips when he does adoration - obsession filling his eyes. It forces you to try and look away. A little laugh escapes him at that.

"You're so shy. Even after everything we've been through."

Your stomach roils in disgust. You weren't shy just uncomfortable and yes, after everything.

He comes over to your side and leans onto the counter. His one hand holding his cup and the other coming up to push a strand of your hair back behind your ear.

"What am I going to do with you," he asks but you figure the question is rhetorical. The smile he adorns begins to reach his eyes as a small laugh slips out. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

Your eyes begin to drift away from his own.

"Truly you are," he says. "And all mine."

All his... To be honest hearing him say that really makes you want to cry and not because it overwhelms you with positive emotion. It overwhelms you with everything and anything that's bad. It leaves you feel hurt and helpless.

Gods you needed to get out of this house and soon.

Hoseok straightens up to draw himself closer to you. His hand comes up to grip either side of your face effectively forcing your cheeks to be squished under each of his fingers and thumb.

"All mine," he says again.

He leans into your space to place a kiss onto your lips. It's soft and almost felt hesitant at first until he presses against them harder. His grip on your face is unrelenting and you squeeze the cup in your hands in discomfort.

He pulls away a bit to grab your cup and places it onto the counter with his own. From there he grabs your face with both hands and begins kissing you again but this time with more ferocity. Your hands come up to grip the back of his own as your eyes screw shut. His tongue forces its way past your lips and when you gasp to try and breathe he breaks through your teeth. The high is nearly instant - your body accommodating to his touch. Something akin to a moan and a gasp slips from you when he turns to push your back into the counter. Your lower back aches from the sudden thrust but you find your mind draws a blank when it comes to pain with the way the high trickles in to every single part of your body.

Your tongues wrestle as he presses his body further into yours. As if he's trying to turn you both into one. Your body feels pleasure but it also aches with how hard he presses into you and so you grip his hands even harder. When it feels like you'll never have the chance to breathe someone clears their throat from behind Hoseok.

The two of you part to see Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung hanging by the doorway. Taehyung and Jungkook don't hint to what their thoughts might entail but Jimin smirks. He licks his lips as his brothers go past him to fetch something from the refrigerator and cabinets.

"Don't mind us." Jimin says. "Please continue."

Hoseok rolls his eyes as you push his hands off of your face. You look down in small shame as the high still runs through you. It's strong as it pulses in your head and you have to hold onto Hoseok to prevent yourself from falling over.

Jimin bites his lip as an amused sound comes from deep within him.

"Next time your tongue deep inside your girl invite me over."

"Not happening." Hoseok nearly growls. "Don't want you giving her worms or anything."

Jimin gasps out loud but he doesn't look the least bit affronted. "How rude. Do you hear him Taehyung?"

The brother in question you look to see has a bag of chips in his arms. His brows raise slightly at the call of his name and he gives a small pout in thought.

"Well he's not wrong."

This time Jimin gasps again but now he looks Taehyung's way with a look of small betrayal before pouting.

"From him I expected it. Maybe even Jungkookie but not you TaeTae."

Taehyung huffs a laugh as he helps their silent brother gather drinks.

You don't know what's happening at this point but you lean your head against Hoseok's shoulder to try and steady yourself.

"If you guys are done here I'd like to get back to things." Hoseok dismisses them all but not without a small smile you can clearly hear in his tone.

"You might want to take things upstairs before Seokjin finds you. You know how he feels about food and pleasures intermingling together." It's Jimin who says this and it forces Hoseok to chuckle.

You can hear the three brothers gather together to leave leaving you alone with Hoseok again.

It's quiet save for your fast paced heart beat in your ears. If you didn't believe so then you surely do now about needing to leave as soon as possible from this house. If not Hoseok his brothers would be the end of you.

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chameleon66 · 1 month

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Love’s Illusion

Warnings: Angst, implied autistic Gus, past bullying, Bria (let me know if I need to add anything else)

Author’s note: So funny story, I was planning to post this a few days ago but when I went back to edit this my computer completely crashed and it took days for the repair shop to get it back up and running so yeah it’s been a while since I have written a Fanfiction but I hope to upload more of these more often. With all of that said happy reading and happy Gustholomule week.

Matt was getting worried, he hadn’t heard from Gus since yesterday when they accidently ran into Bria at the bonesburrow market place and Bria had a lot to say to Gus and none of it was very nice.

Guess she wasn’t over what happened in the illusionist’s graveyard. Gus was so obviously hurt by what she had said, so much so that Gus choked back whatever words that had died on his tongue and said that he had forgotten he had to help his dad with something.

Gus then summoned Emmeline and flew off in the direction of his house. Matt was furious at Bria, she had no business being here reopening old scars. As angry Matt was he swallowed his rage and just turned his back on her.

On his way home Matt texted Gus, asking if he was ok but never got an answer, so an hour later he texted him again this time telling Gus to not think about what Bria said and that she wasn’t worth losing sleep over. Matt still got no answer.

The next day he still hadn’t gotten a reply back and Matt couldn’t stop himself, he went over to Gus’s house but when he knocked on the door he got no answer.

After waiting another minute he decided to go around the house and look for another way in. Matt moved to the side of the house and cast a spell circle raising a platform to the window that if Matt remembered correctly was Gus’s bedroom window.

Matt peered through the glass to see Gus’s bedroom dimly lit, the only sources of light seemed to be the window and a crystal ball on the floor, and next to the crystal ball was a gloomy looking Gus laying on his back staring up at the ceiling.

Has he been like this since he got home? Matt asked himself.

Matt knocked on the window which seemed to snap Gus back to the real world as he sat up and looked around his room before his eyes landed on the window with his boyfriend on the other side of the glass.

Gus stiffened in his shoulders before he climbed on to his bed to the window and opened it for Matt.

“You could have just used the front door.” Gus smiled but Matt could tell it was forced.

“I tried knocking but you never answered.” Matt answered climbing through the window onto Gus’s bed beside him.

Matt’s boyfriend looked away and scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “Oh sorry about that.” Matt could see Gus’s mind was somewhere else as he wouldn’t look in his boyfriend’s direction and he was laying on the floor when Matt first saw him which he did when he was feeling overwhelmed or stressed out.

“No need to say sorry you dork.” Matt joked trying to lighten the mood, Gus looked back at him and tried to smile though it still looked very forced.

“Are you okay, Gus?”

Gus sighed leaning his back against the wall and drawing his knees up to his chest, another thing Matt knew he did when he was experiencing a negative emotion. Matt paused trying to find the right words to say, then formulating them into a sentence.

“Look, Bria has always been a jerk and she’s not worth getting upset over.” Matt shuffled closer to Gus. Gus looked down at his bedsheets, wrapping his arms around himself.

“That’s not why I am upset.” Gus uttered in a monotone tone that didn’t feel right in Gus’s voice.

“Why?” Matt pressed, he felt like the answer was staring him dead in the face but the construction witch just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“I guess I’m just kinda mad at myself.” Gus rubbed his eyes from under his glasses, probably trying to keep his tears from flowing.

Now it was Matt’s turn to choke on his words, How did Gus come to the conclusion to be mad at himself? Especially when Bria was the one who said all those things to him.

“Why at yourself?” Matt asked, trying to keep the millions of questions in his head.

Gus looked at his Boyfriend with guilt plaguing his midnight sky eyes. “Everyone says I’m really smart but then why do I act so dumb?”

Matt remained silent waiting for Gus to continue while also pre thinking of what to say to comfort Gus when he finished speaking.

“I get tricked by everyone and I always get upset over stupid things.” Gus buried his face in his hands as if he was trying to hide from what he thought was the truth.

“I just let myself get tricked and used all the time, Bria has just been one of many people who tricked me and for some stupid reason I just can’t see it.”

Matt felt his mouth get very dry, he figured that he wasn’t the only one to have tricked Gus but he never knew the details of it all.

“I’m nearly sixteen for titian’s sake, so why do I still act like a child?”

Gus threw his head back against the wall hitting it, the vibrations causing one of Gus’s framed pictures to come loose, fall and hit Gus on the head.

“Ouch!” Gus cried holding his head.

Matt began to reach a hand towards the illusionist only for Gus’s head to shoot up and open his eyes which were glowing blinding bright blue. Matt pried his eyes away from his boyfriend to see the room being consumed in the same blue glow.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, not again.” Gus’s words were sharp and his voice sounded scared. Suddenly the room shifted to the illusionist graveyard but everything was tinted blue.

Matt squinted his eyes as a silhouette came into focus and then took the form of Bria who wore a sarcastic smile on her face that just made Matt want to punch her lights out.

“Aw, is the little baby gonna cry?” Bria or illusion Bria teasingly cooed. “You know, I’ve always wondered how someone so smart could ever be so stupid.”

Gus curled tighter into a ball, shutting his eyes so tightly the skin around his eyes began to wrinkle.

“This is why you’re so useful Gus, you’re so desperate to make friends, you can be a tool.” Bria cackled, placing her hands on her hips.

Gus began to shake his head back and forth and gritting his teeth, “Shut up, just shut up!” Gus buried his head in his arms trying to tune out Bria’s voice.

Matt was trying to process the things he was hearing, Gus had truly been holding in a lot and it seemed that now was when Matt needed to help his boyfriend.

Slowly Matt placed a hand on Gus’s shoulder, Gus looked back at him, eyes still glowing with his brows knit down.

“Gus..” Matt started but paused. He was never good with emotions especially other people’s, what if he just messed up and made things worse?

No, Matt didn’t have time to think about that. This wasn’t about him, it was about Gus. Who really needed a hug and some comforting words as soon as possible.

So Matt figuratively manned up and began speaking again.

“Gus, can you try to take some deep breaths please?” Matt asked, silently praying he wouldn’t mess anything up.

Gus’s breathing kept hitching as he exhaled while he was still clearly trying to hold himself together, Matt directed Gus’s attention to him as Matt began taking deep breaths with Gus’s beginning to follow his example of breathing.

“That’s it Gus, you’re doing good.” Matt reassured.

After a minute of deep breathing and encouraging words from Matt the illusion around them began to fade and suddenly they were back in Gus’s bedroom with no trace of the graveyard of Bria in sight.

Gus wore a somber look on his face as if he just spent all of his energy on his feelings.

“Sorry about that-.”

“No.” Matt interrupted, “Don’t apologize, it wasn’t your fault.” Matt gave Gus’s shoulder a soft squeeze.

“Why can’t I learn though?” Gus asked, still not looking in Matt’s direction.

“I always get tricked and yet I’m always still called the smart kid, so why can’t I just be smart for once?” Gus’s words felt like ice water that made your skin feel all prickly and Matt knew he needed to bring some warmth to Gus.

Matt Grabbed both of Gus’s hands and rubbed his thumb over the knuckles urging Gus to slowly look up at Matt’s sympathetic eyes.

“Gus, you are the smartest witch I have ever known.” Matt saw the doubtful expression on Gus’s face so he kept going. “And I’m not just saying that, you are always eager to learn something new and you always notice the small details that you apply to help anyone who needs it.”

Matt saw Gus’s ear perk up which encouraged Matt to continue speaking.

“Sure you may be a bit Gullible but that’s like the best part about you, you always find it somewhere in your heart to forgive people and give them a second chance to prove themselves and you still continue forward even when you are scared, so long story short.”

“Too late.” Gus joked which made Matt chuckle.

“The point is, Nobody's perfect but that’s ok because I still like what’s flawed about you.” Matt explained.

Gus smiled, a true smile that made Matt's heart jump a little. “Thank you Matty.” Gus thanked warmly.

“Don’t mention it.” Matt beamed then placed a kiss on Gus’s nose.

“Do you feel better?” Matt asked.

“A little bit.” Gus answered with his smile faltering a bit.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just stay?” Gus shyly requested. “Of course.” Matt pulled Gus into his arms, laying them both down on the bed and letting Gus lay down beside him and then wrap his arms around him while Matt kissed the back of his neck softly.

“I love you, Gus.”

“I love you too Matty.”

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chimielie · 2 years

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hello lia! sora here :) so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for a while, things were a little tough. not sure if by drabble requests you meant something like this, but i'm currently working on a longfic centered around kuroo (and someone else!) on ao3 and i wonder if you might write something for him if you're in the mood... maybe something with the line "why can't you see that i like you?" ofc no pressure, and hope you have a good week! take care!! + hopefully this staves off hinge LOL

object impermanence

word count: 1.2k

cw: mild angst with a happy ending, possibly a confusing timeline, reader is an art student

a/n: oh my GOD that’s so exciting eeee can’t wait to read it!!! tysm and i hope times get easier for u :(( sending my love. also sorry this is so late i could Not figure out a plot but i’m actually quite happy with what i spit out (it’s 2 am this opinion is liable to change with proper rest)

It’s in a café, a pretentious, dimly-lit place with oil paintings on the walls and a back stair with a balcony for smoking that things unravel. You’re careful, or you try to be, but—well. The heart wants what it wants, and yours is very willful.

Kuroo is shoved into the corner next to you, with the crushed-velvet pillows you were so afraid to spill coffee on. There had been three of you earlier, you and your art history TA and him, and since the café was a literal sardine box you had found yourself trying to balance minimizing body contact and acting like he had the plague. Your TA had had to leave in a rush, and you’d been secretly a little glad, especially when Kuroo didn’t request that you take her former seat across from him.

You remembered him the first time you met, folding himself into your tiny apartment and looking sheepish when you had looked away from the dingy window above the sink you’d been sketching and asked who he was and why he was in your house. It had turned out that he was your roommate’s boyfriend, had been for about two months, and were they ready yet?

They weren’t, so you invited him to sit on the other chair at the table and wait. You hadn’t expected him to talk to you. You hadn’t expected him to be nice.

When you blurted you have a really striking face, I’d love to draw it during a lull in the conversation where you’d had no other option than to focus on the arrangement of features some people (bad roommates) would call handsome, you hadn’t expected him to ask would you really?

You were a bad roommate, though they didn’t know it, because you hadn’t kept in touch with them after moving out but you called Kuroo at least an hour every day before bed.

And you were a bad friend—to Kuroo, not your ex-roommate, because you’re pretty sure you had loved him from the first moment he’d asked after the perspective of your little window sketch.

“Your hair,” he says, and has to twist his whole torso around to get a good look. He catches a piece of it in between his thumb and forefinger, twiddles it back and forth and peers at it like it’s a specimen in a lab. “You changed it.”

“Hardly,” you say. “I just got a trim.”

“It’s different this time,” he says. “Isn’t it?” You purse your lips and blow across the top of your super-fancy tiny coffee cup, a futile exercise since you already drank half of it.

“I went to someplace new, I guess,” you say, and he lets out a whoop that makes you laugh and forget the rest of your words.

“I knew it,” he’s so smug. “I always know.”

“Yeah,” you bat at him so he drops your hair and it springs back, you can feel it in your scalp. “Who even notices things like that?”

“Me? When it’s you.”

“Oh, stop it.” You think. “What am I allergic to?”

“Peach skins and nickel,” he says immediately. “And when you were little you broke out in hives when you ate a pomegranate but you liked it so much you kept eating it anyway and eventually the reaction went away.”

“Your memory is insane,” you sip your coffee, staring at the rapidly diminishing amount. You can’t afford another one, not on your budget as an art student. Ugh.

“No,” he reiterates. “Only when it’s you.”

It started (really started) after your roommate had broken up with him, when you’d come home in the early morning and found him sitting outside your door, brown eyes red-rimmed and holding a box of his things like it weighed a thousand pounds. Let me get you some water, you’d said, and I’d ask you to come in, but. Ah. Sorry. Do you want my breakfast bowl for tomorrow? You had tried to be kind, even though it was hard. You were tired and you didn’t know what had happened and you still had to live with his ex without them hating you.

A few months had passed—you were no vulture, and had no way to reach out anyway. He had bumped into you on vacation in Paris, grabbed you by the shoulders, and looked at you in a way he never had before. It made everyone else on the busy street disappear.

I wanted to talk to you again. Would that be okay? I still have the picture you made me, somewhere.

Your friendship ripened with the seasons.

“I believe you,” you laugh.

“You don’t!” He runs a hand through his hair, jokingly frustrated, you think. And devastatingly attractive. “You always—like—downplay your importance in my life. Like you think I forget about you when I can’t see you. But I think about you all the time.”

“Kuroo, don’t,” you say, but it’s a mistake, because you always address him formally. Your last defense against him finding out all the boundaries you want to cross. It’s a mile between you, and your hip is still touching his.

“Why not?” He spreads his arms, and knocks over your tiny coffee cup. The rest of it spills out over the table, not even enough to drip off, and neither of you notice. “Why can’t you see that I like you?”

“Because you don’t,” you choke, and you hate getting emotional like this, hate that you hate confrontation. “We’re good friends. I’m not gonna be a rebound.”

“You’re not,” he says. “You won’t be.”

“I believe you,” you say again.

“Stop that,” he groans, looks at you again like he did in the street in Paris. “If you don’t want me, that’s fine, I’m just so bad at not wanting you.”

Kuroo is awful, eyes gleaming in the lamplight and hair oil-black and dressed like he’s old money, like he’s trying to impress you.

“Of course I want you,” you say, hot and still not leaning away from him so you can breathe.

“Good,” he looks a little starstruck, and maybe that’s when you start to believe that he can look at you and tell the truth. “Good. I can draw you up a list, later, when you’re not so fucking close to me and so—”

He tilts your chin with his fingers and kisses you and it’s a word between the both of you, a whole language of touch. The overripe peach falls off its branch and bursts on the ground. The coffee soaks into the discarded cloth napkins.

“You make it hard for me to think,” he says when he pulls back, breathless. “But I can write you an essay, ten pages, twelve point font, with citations, of all the ways I love you to prove it. I swear it.”

“A picture is worth a thousand words,” you say, and take his hand when you kiss him again. And it’s not careful like some of your first kisses have been. And your heart sings.

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skaikruswan · 2 years

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imagine just lazy make out sessions with morpheus and goddess!wife!reader. nothing more just them being fluffy and kissing because they love each other so much

WC: 1,3 k Ao3

Relationship: Morpheus x goddess!reader

Notes: established relationship, PDA, fluff, some angst

Dear anon, thanks for the prompt! I am sorry you had to wait so long.

If you liked this story, i have written others. While this can be read as a stand-alone, it is a sequel of this.

Divine connection

As a goddess, you’re no stranger to relationships. Your partners have been immortal or mortal, and you have loved and lost each one, to either death or heartbreak. Despite everything, despite all the pain you’ve endured because of it, you still think that love, of any kind, makes life worth living.

You still can’t believe that you’ve found the right partner at last, that every day and every night, you spend your time with Morpheus in utter bliss.

You do your duty in the waking world and then return to your home, eager to go back into the Dreaming and to Morpheus. Entering the Dreaming has become as easy and normal as breathing, and it only takes a moment for you to find yourself standing in the imposing throne room of Morpheus’s castle.

“It’s good to see you, my lady,” one of the dreams greets you as they stand in line for the council, giving you a respectful curtsy.

While Morpheus is busy listening to the reports and requests of his dreams and nightmares, you make your way to your meadow inside Fiddler’s Green. This small meadow is entirely your own, one of the first gifts Morpheus had given you. You remember the moment fondly.

“My love, as you know, dreamers can control and alter their own dream,” Morpheus explained while you had taken in the beautiful flowers and the big trees, your bare feet touching the soft grass.

“If it pleases you, you can change this meadow,” Morpheus suggested, a hopeful glint in his endless eyes, and you had only narrowed your eyes at him.

“That’s very kind of you, but Fiddler’s Green belongs to all the dreamers. Why should I be allowed to change it?” You didn’t want to attract the envy or resentment of the dreamers. You were perfectly content with the small privileges Morpheus had already given you.

The King of Dreams only slightly shook your head, seemingly amused by your hesitation, and stepped behind you.

“Because you hold my heart,” Morpheus whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. “If you require more focus, you can close your eyes.” He laid his hands on your shoulders, grounding you, and you had giggled before putting your mind to the task, eager to create a little nest for you and Morpheus.

You still feel a deep contentment settle within your bones every time you reach your little nest. You really don’t mind waiting for Morpheus.

Unfolding a picnic blanket, you lie down and close your eyes.

You open them once you feel soft fingertips run over your bare arms and forearms, and you feel the blanket shift as someone sits down next to you.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” Morpheus apologizes, but you only shrug, enjoying the sensation of his fingers dancing over your skin.

“You’re currently making up for it.” You give him a small smirk and watch as he returns it, before slowly lowering himself towards you, his arms on either side of your face, carrying his weight as he looms over you, a devious look in his eyes.

“I am sorry, my love,” Morpheus says after kissing the soft skin between your neck and shoulder, drawing a shudder from you.

“I hope you can forgive me,” he continues, kissing the middle of your sternum, just above your breasts, and you let out a strangled noise, something between a moan and a mewl.

“All is well,” you exhale, cupping his cheek with one hand, getting him to listen and to stop this sweet torture. He seems to be in a merciful mood, retreating and sitting next to you and allowing you to catch your breath.

“I hope your council went well,” you say, sitting up and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yes.” Morpheus pauses for a moment, and you know what he will say. “You’re more than welcome to join. The subjects and I would enjoy your input.”

You simply smile, taking the easy way out and denying Morpheus an answer as you fidget with your hands, spinning the ring on your finger with your thumb. Soft gold encases a beautiful ruby. Your wedding ring, forever marking you as Morpheus’ wife and Queen of the Dreaming.

“I will.” It’s a promise and a request for his patience. You love Morpheus and you want to spend the rest of your life with him. As immortals, you don’t have to rush. Taking over your queenly duties is a big step; one you want to take on own volition.

Morpheus leans his head against yours and you simply enjoy his presence, here in your own small, green world.

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If there’s one thing you’ve learned, then that words can cut deeper than any knife. While physical pain usually heals and fades, leaving scars or bruises, words can etch themselves into your soul and haunt you.

“You may be a goddess, but I was a fool to put my faith in you,” one of your previous lovers had snarled as you felt your affection for them wavering, and you had opted to give them the hard truth as gently as you could. Years have passed and the sentence still stings.

You’re familiar with the needling or piercing pang of insults and defamation, but you didn’t expect it to find it in the Dreaming.

“Calliope was better.” 3 small words, and yet they manage to shatter your self-esteem and make you drown in doubt and despair. You don’t even know who said it. As you strolled over the bridge connecting the palace to the various realms of the Dreaming, you had been too immerged to single out the crowd. It could have been a dream or a nightmare for all you know.

You keep marching on, and the words keep turning inside your head.

Calliope was better. Calliope was better. Calliope was better.

The words follow you through the lush forest, over a snow-covered mountain, to a sandy beach. The Dreaming changes, but the pain doesn’t.

You watch the sunset, the last rays not enough to dry the tears on your cheeks. You don’t move as Morpheus finds you. You ignore his worried expression and do your best to stay still, to refrain from leaning against him as he sits down behind you, his long limbs sprawled against you.

He doesn’t pry, and you’re grateful. You need to make the first step. You know that he’s here for you, and the thought warms you better than the setting sun.

“Do you think I will be a good queen?” you ask, a whisper against the wind.

“I think you will be a great queen,” Morpheus answers immediately, and you tilt your head backward, connecting with his chest. He brushes his knuckles against your cheek, and you know that they will be wet.

“My love, I just want you to be happy.” Morpheus circles his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you slump against him, safe in his embrace and cherished by his words. “I don’t need a queen; I simply need you.”

You let out a small exhale. Calliope was in the past; you’re the present and the future. You should remind the Dreaming and yourself of it. Morpheus loves you, and you love him.

“If you want to, I can assist you with the next council,” you suggest, the words coming out braver than anticipated. You’ve been a goddess; you can be a queen too.

“Of course.” Morpheus presses a soft kiss against your cheek, and you cover his hands with yours.

All will be well.

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— # ❝ THE HATE YOU GIVE❞ | l.hc

PAIRINGS — f!soulmate x soulmate!haechan

GENRE — enemies to lovers, angst

WARNINGS — a little bit of toxic relationship

WC — 5.2k

masterlist.

authors note- this is purely fiction is not to be taken seriously

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“You have to eat you know?” Jisung said poking at your shoulder.

“What?” You asked turning your head to him he pointed his utensils at your tray of food. “Oh yeah. Sticky sesame chicken legs my favorite.”

“Are you alright ___? Looks like you have seen a ghost.” Chenle asked.

“It’s really noting just. Haechan is getting food with Karina.”

“I thought you would be ok with that. More than ok.” Chenle commented.

“I am. It what is going to come after that upsets me.” You told the pair as you snacked on the chicken legs.

“Hush hush here comes Sungchan and Shotaro,” Jisung said.

With a little slam of his tray across from you, you looked at Shotaro.”

“H-Hi Shota.”

“Can’t you control your man? He is always hanging off of Karina.”

“I’m sure they are just walking together from class.”

“Haechan isn’t in her class.” Sungchan pointed out sliding next to Chenle. Which lead to Chenle to step on his foot.

“They could have seen each other in the hallway. It doesn’t matter Shota, we are all going to be sitting together.”

“She is still my soulmate,” Shotaro complained stabbing his utensil into his side dishes.

“___!” Ryujin said coming in sliding into the seat right next to you.

“Ryujin we just saw each other this morning.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t miss you. Especially with Jaemin hanging off me.”

“Ryujinie you ran ahead of me.” He pouted poking her shoulder.

“Here comes Jeno, Jaemin bother him. Better yet bother Renjun too.” Ryujin pushed her hand towards her boyfriend.

“Now I’m a bother.” He whined.

“You are when you keep poking me during class. Ryujin look at this drawing, Ryujin what was the answer for number 5, Ryujinie look at the birds in their love nest.”

“Hey! I thought you would enjoy seeing love in nature. Actual love. Maybe you could take a lesson from the animals.”

“Excuse me! Who pays for all your gaming habits because your mother stopped your monthly allowance?”

“Well yeah but what about our 100 day anniversary? I did a dance in front of the whole class and each desk had a bouquet of flowers for you which all added up to a hundred.” Jaemin argued back.

“What is going on here?” Jeno asked coming up behind you.

“Lovers quarrel. Someone is clingy and wants attention and someone is not in the mood for it. Just sit on the other side of Jaemin it will be done in about 25 seconds.” You hummed.

“How do you-”

As if on cue Ryujin wrapped her pinkie around Jaemin’s finger. “I’m sorry that I was neglecting you today.”

“I’m sorry for being annoying today.”

You rolled your eyes. “Can you guys stop being so lovey-dovey? Eat your food.”

“Taro where’s Karina?” Jaemin asked.

You started to choke on your drink.

“She is with Haechan.” He growled.

Ryujin started parting your back and told them, “Actually here they come.”

“Hey, Shota,” Karina said coming down kissing her boyfriend on the cheek.

“Hey.”

“Shotaro can you move down a seat.” Haechan tapped his shoulder.

Shotaro rolled his eyes instead of picking a fight with Haechan.

Haechan was sitting across from you, putting his hand out. You begrudgingly rest your hand in his.

“Now who is acting coupley?” Jaemin taunted. Haechan lift his other hand and swatted his hand in the air.

“Jaemin shut up.”

“___ you want my chicken? It’s too sweet.” Shotaro asked already putting them on your plate.

“Thanks, Shota.” You smiled at him.

Haechan squeezed your hand breaking your eye contact from Shotaro.

“What’s mom making tonight?”

“Huh?”

“What is your mom making tonight for family dinner?”

“Well, you are coming over so kimchi stew.”

“Great.” He smirked. “Mark asked for us really anyone here to sign up for that trip in the woods. He feels more comfortable around friends.”

“How many are allowed in the group?” Jeno asked.

“10-15.”

“Isn’t it like a soulmate trip what are the people who don’t know their soulmates supposed to do Haechan?” Chenle asked.

“Make s’mores and not kill each other with the sticks.”

“So I and Ningning can go?” Jisung asked.

“Sometimes I forget you found your soulmate before me.” Chenle rolled his eyes.

“Can’t you just ask your parents to pay to know?” Jisung asked.

“Believe it or not I’m a romantic. I’ll find them at some point. I guess Sungchan and I will just torture Renjun.”

Renjun slammed his head on the table.

“He’s joking don’t be dramatic. We will use the opportunity to be one with nature.” Sungchan reassured Renjun.

“I’ll text Lia,” Jeno said from down the table.

“Great it’s settled than we are all going? Gotta tell Mark.” Haechan looked to you for approval.

You simply nodded your head.

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“You can let go of my hand. We are at my classroom.” You dropped your grip on Haechan’s hand.

“You don’t have to be a angry about it.”

“Why does it matter do you see our parents?” You mocked putting your hand over your eyes looking around the hallway of the classroom.

“Our friends don’t know.”

“That is bullshit. Mark knows.”

Haechan sighed. “Do we have to argue about this?”

“You’re the one that started this today. Holding hands, call my mom, “mom” in general, suggesting the soulmate trip. And you do all this as if you weren’t flirting with Karina before sitting down.”

“Why does it make you jealous?”

You scoffed, “Jealous? I feel sorry for her. More importantly, you are doing it in front of her soulmate. Then I hear about it.”

“You rather Shotaro not talk about her in front of you and give you food.”

“Now who sounds jealous.”

“I feel bad for him too, you are pathetic.” He commented before hitting you in the shoulder.

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“Daughter you look so pretty tonight. Did you help your mother cook?” Haechan’s mother asked.

“Mrs. Lee I’m not that great a cook. I think I would burn the house down.” You laughed as you took a bite of your food.

“Oh, dear don’t call me Mrs. Lee you can call me a mother.” She smiled across the table. “Hyuck you haven’t complimented ___.”

“___ you look beautiful.” They were sweet words but you could feel they were dripping with venom. “I have a gift for you.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a wrapped gift box.

You smiled and undid the bow. Sitting on a white silk pillow was a pendent, with your and his initials engraved in it on one side and the other was your shared tattoo. A simple outline of a puzzle piece.

“I love it Hyuck.” You smiled slipping the chain around your neck. Turning your head to show your mother the necklace Haechan bought for you.

The parents smiled happily, thinking their children were in love with each other. A ridiculous thought. Haechan and your parents have been friends ever since your mothers were pregnant. When they found out that their unborn babies were soulmates. They both paid to know in advance to know.

They went to the same doctors, lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, and did everything together.

You hated that you had a fate already picked out. More importantly, you hated that your future was Lee Dong Hyuck.

“___ did Hyuck tell you about the trip that Mark is supervising, the soulmate trip?” His father asked.

“Actually dad, Mark asked me to get a few couples. We are planning on going with Jaemin, Jeno, Karina, and Jisung.” He told them.

“What soulmate trip?” Your father asked.

“It is a camping trip. They have two cabins, it is meant to bring soulmates closer together. There is a hiking, canoeing, build a fire together, build a tent together, and we watch movies.” Haechan explained.

“It’s a weekend trip. They will be safe ____. The cabins are separated by gender. They only have to stay together one night in a tent.” Haechan’s mother reasoned with him.

“It will build their relationship Honey. Don’t worry about them.”

“Alright.”

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“I’m sitting next to Mark on the bus.” You told Haechan.

“Like hell you are. He is my best friend.”

“Then who am I supposed to sit next to?”

“Renjun, you two are similar.”

“Fine.” You agreed angrily. You put your bag in the undercarriage. You saw Renjun sitting on a bench outside the bus.

“Why aren’t you on the bus yet?” You asked.

“It’s hot in there. Mark isn’t here yet so there isn’t a point to go in there.”

“Can I sit with you on the bus?”

“You don’t want to sit with Haechan?”

You laughed. “He wants to sit with Mark. And you know? Haechan can be a little much.”

Renjun looked surprised. “Never heard a soulmate speak about their soulmate like that.”

You looked around and you were the only people outside of your friend group. “If I told you a secret, would you keep it?”

“I see no point in gossiping. Unless Chenle begs me, but he won’t know you told me a secret.”

You sat down on the bench looking at Renjun directly in his eyes. “I don’t like Haechan. At all.”

“Today? Is he like getting your nerves?”

“No Renjun. I hate him. I hate him with every ounce of my being. I haven’t liked him since maybe I was 5 years old. I hate everything about him.”

“You hate your soulmate.”

“Yep. Wow, it feels refreshing to actually tell someone. I’ve been holding onto that.”

“Does Haechan know this?” He asked.

“You know I only make sarcastic comments towards him. He belittles me when we are alone. I think the feeling mutual.”

“Belittles you? What does he say to you? I’m shocked because he is my friend.”

“I mean after lunch the other day he called me pathetic. I think he was just saying that because I’m not outward about my crush on Shotaro.”

He gasped. “Shotaro?!”

“It’s a little crush. It will go away.”

“Shotaro always says Haechan flirts with Karina is that true?”

You nodded. “You don’t have to worry about Chenle he already knows. He read my diary like a few years ago, with Jisung in the room. I stopped journaling after that.”

“That you like Shotaro? Or the Haechan thing.”

“Haechan thing. They promised not to tell anyone.” You started to pick at your shoes. “It’s hard to tell your friends, especially when they are all with their soulmates and in love. Chenle found out he felt bad. Jisung felt bad too but it was different he found his soulmate and couldn’t live a day without her.”

“___ you need time to maybe get to know Haechan.”

“Know him? Renjun I’ve known him since I was born.”

He saw how sad you looked. “___ I’m sorry. I don’t know what you are going through. But I guess I’ve seen signs. Haechan doesn’t text you when we are out like the others. He doesn’t act like a typical boyfriend. I thought he was doing that out of respect of you because you guys don’t do PDA.”

“Is it…obvious?”

“No. It’s strange but not obvious. Things could change ___. He could change it could take years. We are going to university soon, you two need time apart.” You nodded agreeing with the statement.

“In retrospect a weekend in the woods together doesn’t seem like a good place for you guys.”

You rolled your eyes. “Mark is here.” You pointed to his car. “Let’s get on the bus and get the back seats before Sungchan and Chenle get here.”

“Why?”

“Oh, Renjun you never had to be on a bus with them. They take up the back seats. Wouldn’t you like to sleep all the way to God knows where with your legs reclined on the neighboring seat?”

He nodded in agreement. “Let’s go.”

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3 hours on a bus. Mark only brought Pixar movies and other Disney movies. At some point, Frozen came on and Jisung was singing every song.

It was in the late afternoon. You got off the bus and stretched. Mark blew a whistle.

“Dude we are a small group. Some of us were sleeping. All you need to do is clap.” Jeno complained.

“Listen up, we have a schedule to keep to. This is a requirement for my human relations class. I have to document how soulmates do in a new environment and given tasks. Like building a tent together, canoeing, and answering these 36 questions. Hiking together being clippers together.” Mark explained.

“So you are seeing how long it would take to piss each other off,” Lia asked.

“Yes but to see how quickly you recover and who apologizes first,” Mark commented.

“$150 on Jaemin and Ryujin fighting first,” Haechan called out.

“Yeah, I match that too.” Chenle laughed.

“Excuse me!” “Uncalled for!” They both yelled.

The group turned to them.

“Jaemin and Ryujin to be fair you are always picking fights with each other,” Jisung told them.

“Jisung they are petty fights. We apologize to each other in under 5 minutes.” Jaemin told him.

“No betting on who will fight first. It is all ok. Fighting is normal in a relationship. In fact, having fights like that are healthy for couples.” Mark stated. “Let’s get settled in our rooms in the cabin. On the left the girls and right the boys.”

As everyone was bringing their bags in you grabbed Haechan’s arm. “Did you know that we would be all this stuff together?”

“If I say yes you are going to rip my head off. If I say no my limbs are going ripped off day by day.”

“This isn’t the time to be sarcastic. Did you know or didn’t you?”

“Mark warned me. But I didn’t think it would be a big deal. We can fake it until we make it. Give me your bags I’ll bring them to your room.”

“I can bring them myself.”

“Not the time to act like that. I’ll bring it to your room.” Haechan took your suitcase and went ahead of you to the house.

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“This feels like Mark is handcuffing us,” Sungchan said holding up his locked carabiner to Chenle’s carabiner.

“Kinky,” Haechan said allowed. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but laugh when you saw Mark’s face turn a little pink.

Mark cleared his throat getting the attention of the group. “There are 3 trails to hike around here that lead back to this point. You will complete this by doing a scavenger hunt on how to come back here they are marled by color, red, blue, and yellow. There is one extra red one. Renjun and I will take that one. On the directions, there are miss-marked ways to go and phrased in different ways so you might get lost. The goal here is to see if you will listen to your partner and listen to their input.”

Mark grabbed random directions and handed each pair a colored paper. You and Haechan got the blue paper. The same as Shotaro and Karina.

“Shoot.”

“What?” Haechan asked.

“We have the same as Karina and Shotaro.”

Haechan chuckled and rolled his tongue in his cheek. He leaned down and whispered “So what? Despite our differences, I think we can communicate better than them. Plus who knows Mark better than us.”

You laughed. “You are right, he is usually obvious in what he says.”

“Each pair go to your trails. And open your papers.”

You opened the paper and read the first bullet point. It was a math problem.

“Are you kidding me? I suck at math.” Haechan stated.

You reviewed the problem. “I think I know where to go.”

“How do you know?”

“I used to like them, I did them a lot when we were younger. They are pretty easy you just have to put them in the right formula.”

“So where do we have to go?”

“Come here.” Telling him to lean down so Shotaro and Karina wouldn’t hear. “We have to walk 20 feet and turn right on a small path and there will be a little box with the next clue.”

“Let's go then,” Haechan said walking a step in front of you.

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“Coming in at second place ___ and Haehcan.” Jeno and Lia shouted as you and Haechan emerged from the woods.

“How is Mark not here yet?” You said.

“I would have thought he cheated.” Haechan agreed.

“You two are positively giddy,” Lia commented.

“We had fun. Especially the clues were easy when it comes to knowing Marks's brain.” You told her.

“Or you have the answers on your phone because Mark had to use your phone for homework. He saved his password.” Haechan said waving it in the air.

“So you cheated?” Jeno laughed.

“For the last ten.” You told them.

“How did you get wifi out here?”

“His phone always has wifi. It is something strangely he is lucky in.”

“He got lucky with you,” Lia said aloud.

You went silent for a minute and so did Haechan. He started laughing and hugged you to his side.

“I sure did. My little puzzle piece. Why don’t we go inside the cabin and start barbecuing some meat?”

“Yeah, I’m starving let’s go.” You agreed.

“Wait you two have to write a paragraph on the experience rate of what happened,” Lia told you. “We will go inside and start cooking.” They walked back to the house.

“What are you writing?” You asked him.

“Whatever you are writing. So what are you writing?”

“I’m going to write that the trail brought us close together and the clues were fairly easy. That we took turns with each clue giving one's opinion and if we needed help we would ask. That when we were frustrated that we said sarcastic comments.”

“You don’t have to dull it down and make it sound so clinical.”

You turned your head to Haechan. “It is going to go in his report. Sure we won’t be named but do you really want to be known as the couple that hates each other. I’m being honest, Haechan this like the only time we have gotten along in 13 years.”

“I’m only nice when competing for something. But I don’t do the work, so sign my name to yours as well. I’m going to have lunch.”

“Fine Hyuck.”

He turned around and came up to your face. “You don’t get to call me that. Only people I love call me that. Don’t talk to me for the rest of the day.” He walked off again.

“___? Are you ok?” Renjun asked from the path with Mark next to him.

“Yep. I’m Fine.” You told him. “It’s just Haechan.”

“I can go talk to him.”

“Mark don't go after him. Let him just be angry. My fault I shouldn’t call him that we aren’t in front of our parents.” You signed your names to the paper and slipped it into the box.

“___ you are crying.”

“Huh?” You swiped the back of your hand across your cheek and felt tears on your cheek. “Didn’t realize that happened.”

Mark and Renjun sat down on the log by the fire pit still attached to each other.

“Why are you crying?” Renjun asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe because the first time in years we were getting along. I was stupid to think maybe we could make it work. Sometimes I wish we didn’t know each other, that I wasn’t told he was my soulmate. We should have met each other later in life. Maybe then I would have been lovable.” You told them. “Listen I’m going to go lay down in my room.”

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There was a knock on your door as you were laying down with a facemask.

“Who is it?”

“Renjun. I have dinner for you no soy sauce.”

“You can come in.”

Renjun came in with a bedroom tray of sushi and a drink for you. “Shotaro made dinner. I know you didn’t get to have the barbecue lunch. There was a little bit of a fight downstairs between Shotaro and Haechan.”

“What were they arguing about?”

“If you are allergic to soy or not. Shotaro kept saying don’t put soy in or near this tray. And Haechan said you liked soy and there was no problem with a cup of dipping soy sauce. And then Shotaro accused him of trying to murder you as a joke. But I think after what I saw he might.”

“Come sit down.” You patted the bed. “You want to do a facemask?”

“Sure.”

“They are in the mini-fridge. Here is an extra headband.” You pushed the headband on his head and got the hair out of his face. He went to the fridge and picked out a facemask. He laid down on the pillow as you laid it down on his face for him.

“So what did you mean by ‘lovable’?” He asked with air quotes.

“It happened when we were kids before we met you guys. I overheard him say to someone that why would he love me, just because we were born for each other doesn’t mean he had to love me. I think the older kids at our elementary school were teasing him about having his soulmate with him. We were the only kids there with a soulmate. After I heard him say that, I knew he didn’t need me. I punched him in the face at home.”

“How old were you?”

“We were 5. I know deep down it’s stupid to hate him for that. But he was just so cold after that.”

“Maybe because you punched him in the face.”

“I was 5. I just heard the person I was told cared and loved me just say I was unlovable.”

“Are you sure he meant it?”

“If he didn’t mean it he wouldn’t be so inherently cold and say awful things to me.”

Renjun shrugged. “Things could change. He was nice to you today.”

“He is nice but then he acts like an ass it says something. I don’t know what I do that makes him so angry.”

“You want me to stay the night?”

“Nah I think I’ll be good. Go and have fun. I’m just tired it was a long day. Plus the canoeing tomorrow.”

“Yeah ok I’ll go to my room. If there is anything you need just let me know.”

You hug him. “Thank you. Just keep the mask on for 30 more minutes. And you can give that back to me in the morning. Can you give this to Haechan?” You handed Renjun the necklace Haechan has given you a few weeks prior.

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely.”

“Ok. Sleep well.”

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“Here are everyone’s cue cards with 36 questions of leading to love they are inside the basket with your lunch. This activity is meant for you and your soulmate to grow closer together. Things you may not know about each other may come out.” Mark said. “Just have fun out on the lake. But life jackets are required.”

“We can take turns rowing.” You told Haechan as you guys were rowing off the shore.

He nodded as he was rowing. He still seemed pissed off.

As you were in the middle of the lake. He stopped rowing. He pulled something out of his pocket, the headband and the necklace.

“Put it on.”

“Haechan why would I put it on? You don’t love me.”

“By the end of this maybe I will.” He pulled out the flashcards. “First question, Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?”

“I think my grandparents. We never see them. We only see them at Christmas. They are always traveling now that they are retired.”

“They are really nice. Your grandpa always gives the best gifts.”

“What about you? Who would you invite to dinner?”

He thought for a minute. “Justin Bieber. So I could tell Mark I had dinner with Justin Bieber before him.”

You laughed. “These might be fun.”

As the afternoon went on you kept answering those questions.

You asked the next one, “Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you've just met.”

There was silence for a minute.

“Haechan you don’t have to answer this one.”

“I like your heart. You care about everyone’s feelings before your own. You don’t put yourself last before the people you love. Something I’m jealous of. You?”

“I like that you are a little selfish. I wish I could do that sometimes. I wish I could be that way with my parents I can never say no to something no matter how uncomfortable it makes me. I have a question for you that isn’t a part of the cards.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you think Karina is pretty?”

"Um... I don't know, I guess."

"It's not a difficult question, do you think she's pretty?"

"I don't know, why does it matter?"

"It just matters.”

“___, Karina is pretty. Yes, I flirt with her but I don’t mean anything by it. You are pretty too.”

You turned your head and rubbed your hands on your jeans.“Ok, next card.”

“What is your most terrible memory?” He said aloud.

“I don’t know if I can tell you.”

“___ it is the whole point of this exercise. Listen I’ll say mine even though I don’t want you to hear. The day you punched me in the face. I didn’t know what I did, earlier that day you gave me a friendship bracelet the next minute I have a double nose bleed and you ripped the bracelet off my wrist.”

“You said I was unlovable. An older kid, I think it was Johnny I can’t remember I only heard your voice he was teasing you saying it was stupid to have your soulmate hang off of you. And you said why would you love me, just because we were born for each other doesn’t mean you had to love me. That is my terrible memory, that was the day I punched you.”

“I remember saying that. I felt horrible because I was lucky. Some people go their whole lives without meeting their soulmates. Heard you crying in the next room telling your mother that you hated me you practically were screaming it. I really thought you hated me so I hated you back.”

“Do you really hate me?” You asked.

“God you are such an idiot.” He grabbed your face and kissed you. “No, I don’t hate you. Every hurtful word I said to you I regret. Do you hate me?”

“I hate the things you say to me.”

“If I never say them again and care for you?”

“Are you joking?” You asked seriously.

“Not when it comes to you.”

“I could grow to love you.” You grabbed him and yanked him forward and kissed him again passionately.

With that, you both fell in the lake with a big splash.

“Haechan! ___! Are you alright?!” Mark yelled.

“Yeah, we are great!” Haechan yelled back. “We are going back to shore!”

Haechan and you flipped the boat over together and got back in the boat.

“Are you ok?” You asked him.

“Just cold now. We should shower when we go back to shore and I’ll get a fire ready for us. Can we still take turns rowing?” He was shivering.

“Yes, Haechan.”

“Hyuck. You can call me Hyuck. I love you. If you don’t want to wear this necklace, I can get you something else.”

“Hold on to it. Wait until we are actually ready.”

“All I ask is that you distance yourself from Shotaro for a while. I’ll do the same for Karina.”

“I can do that for you Hyuck.”

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“Haechan you packed a whole home for one night of camping out,” Jaemin commented at the ginormous tent he brought.

“Yes, I know. Just help me with setting the tent.”

“Are you going to help with mine?”

Haechan rolled his eyes.

“Hyuck play nice. Jaemin I’ll help you with your tent.” You told him.

It took the boys 25 minutes to set up the tent.

“I can do the air mattress by myself. ___ where is your sleeping bag?”

You pointed to your feet to the rolled sack. “I’ll get us extra blankets and pillows from inside once I’m done with Jaemin.”

“Sounds good.” He grabbed the sleeping bag at his feet when he came up and pecked your nose.

“What is with you two today? Making out on the lake, holding each on the couch, and kissing each other.” Jaemin faked gagging.

“The questions brought us closer together.”

“Ryujin and I are closer too but not that close.”

“Don’t complain about our PDA!” Hyuck yelled from inside the tent.

“You really shouldn’t be talking I’ve watched you shove your tongue down Ryujin’s throat after the basketball game.”

“I scored 4 baskets that game. I earned that french kiss. It is just odd to see you guys being so affectionate in front of us. Most of the time it is hand-holding and it is usually a limp handhold. And now you are calling him Hyuck.”

“Jae stop!” Ryujin said from her spot on the long. “Ever think they aired out what they wanted. Maybe ___ wants to have more PDA, maybe Haechan wants ___ to call him by his birth name instead of his nickname.” She pointed out giving him a side-eye.

“I apologize for me being grossed out by my friends being intimate in front of me.”

Hyuck came out of the tent. “I’ve seen you grope Jeno. I can kiss my girlfriend and cuddle her whenever I want.” Hyuck picked you up brought you inside the tent and dropped you down on the air mattress.

“What about the blankets and pillows?”

“I’ll get them. You stay here and enjoy the ambiance.” He gestured to the room. He hung up fairy lights and had a little snack table set up.

You laid down and stared at the lights for a few minutes before he came back with pillows and blankets in hand.

“For someone who was acting as he hated me a day ago why did you buy this tent, fairy lights, and air mattress?”

“I’m going, to be honest, I did know what this trip entailed, so much so I was helping Mark in the planning process giving intimate challenges because I went to confess to you and I thought it would go over easier if I buttered you up.”

“You are so dead.” You picked up a pillow and slapped him in the back.

He picked up the other and hit you in the face lightly. “Even if you are mad at me I’m happy at the outcome. All this miscommunication could have destroyed us.”

You held out your pinky, “Let's promise to communicate in the future and not to hold anything in. And if we are so mad at each other we rope Mark in to help us.”

“I agree to that.” He gripped your pinky. “I love you ___.”

“I love you too Hyuck.”

He pulled you in by your pinky and held you close to his chest. For the first time, you felt his genuine heart.

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katmoonz · 3 years

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Depression

Pairing: Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3034

Includes: TW suicidal thoughts, depression, mentions of missing meals, crying, fluff, hugs, angst to fluff, comfort

Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work.

Notes: I have depression, this fic is kinda based off of my experience with depression. I wanted more than anything for someone to notice how badly I was struggling and I was in desperate need of a hug. I can’t change the past but I can write down my thoughts, feelings and what I needed at the time.

Thank you @quindolyn for helping me to fix a couple bits and for helping me decide on the ending xx

Depression is completely unpredictable. You might feel on top of the world one minute and suddenly feel miserable the next. You smile around your friends and family hoping that they don’t notice that anything is wrong but deep down you just want someone to notice, to care, to ask you how you are or just hold you while you cry it all out. You want to die yet you can’t bring yourself to do the actions that would end it all because that scares you even more than living.

Lately, you had been feeling very happy. Remus and Sirius were wonderful boyfriends and would do everything they could to make you laugh or smile. Your favourite moments with Remus are the ones where he decides to cuddle with you, there is nothing more relaxing than just resting your head on his chest and listening to the thump of his heart and his steady breaths.

The best moments with Sirius are when he tries to make up his own jokes, most of the jokes he tries to tell aren’t even funny but that somehow makes it funnier when he tells you a bad one-liner whilst in detention. The sweetest thing about Sirius is that when you least expect it he curls up on the bed and sleeps next to you as Padfoot. It’s the sweetest thing ever waking up in Remus’ arms to Padfoot lying across your chest, Remus just watches over the pair of you with a smile upon his face at seeing his two lovers sleeping so peacefully.

This morning you had woken up and felt like crap, you couldn't quite place it so you skipped breakfast and had a lie-in instead. This caused you to miss your first lesson and most of lunch. You managed to go to your next lesson though which was Charms with your boyfriend Remus.

At first, you tried to concentrate but you felt like a cloud had settled itself over your head causing you to struggle with your work.

You’d been feeling better for a while now but for some reason today had just left you feeling miserable. For the rest of class, you sat with your head in your hand gazing out the window.

Remus could tell that you weren’t paying attention to the class and was starting to grow concerned. “y/n, you okay?” He whispers in your ear.

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself or bother him, you just nod and force a smile in the hopes that you could pretend that everything was fine.

The bell rang a few minutes later signalling the end of the class period. You had History of Magic next, Remus wasn’t in that class with you but Sirius was. Remus walked you to your next class observing your behaviour.

You weren’t smiling and didn’t speak at all on the way there simply looking at the ground. Remus stopped with you at the classroom door and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright love? You know you can talk to me if something is wrong.”

Looking up at him you sigh. “I’m fine,” you say quietly before turning around and walking into the classroom.

Remus was growing very concerned with your behaviour, something was clearly wrong but you weren’t telling him.

Just then Sirius walks down the corridor. “Moony, decided to switch classes have you?” He jokes.

Not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation Remus grabs his arm and pulls him over to an empty classroom shoving him in the door.

“I need a favour,” said Remus in a serious tone.

“What Moons?” replies Sirius, confused at the sudden change in Remus’ behaviour.

“I need you to watch y/n for me and make sure she’s alright. Something is wrong and I want to help her but she won’t tell me anything.” blurts Remus.

Sirius pats him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Remus, I’ll keep an eye on her.” Sirius leaves the empty room and proceeds to walk into the History of Magic classroom.

Sirius seats himself beside you but you don’t notice at first because you are spaced out not paying any attention to the lecture being given by Binns.

You felt like crap to put it simply. You wanted to focus on your classes so badly but your brain was just telling you no.

Your brain is running at a hundred miles an hour making you feel even worse. *I’m going to fail all of my classes. Why am I so useless? Do the boys love me or do they just tolerate me? Nobody loves me, not really. I wish I was dead, why can’t I just die?*

You feel slow tears make their way down your face. You sniffle softly not wanting to bother anyone.

Sirius quickly notices your tears as you sniffle next to him. *Moony is right* thought Sirius *something is very wrong.*

Sirius reaches a hand out to yours underneath the desk and gives it a gentle squeeze as a reminder that he is there for you.

Finally, you have enough of your self-deprecating thoughts and abruptly stand up, grab your things and leave despite only having twenty minutes of class left. Sirius gets up and follows you, grabbing your hand as you leave the room.

The pair of you walk silently through the castle until you get back to the Gryffindor common room. Sirius seats you at the couch in front of the fire before grabbing your bag and chucking it aside.

Sirius sits down next to you as you stare into the ornate fireplace with tears still slowly rolling down your face. “Y/n love, what’s wrong?” He softly asks.

Instead of answering him, you rest your head on his shoulder. Sirius brings his arms around you to pull you into a hug. The pair of you sit like that for a while, listening to the crackle of the fire and your sorrowful sniffles. Sirius simply holds you whilst tears slowly roll down your face.

“I'm sorry, I’m just tired. I think I’m gonna go have a nap” you say softly.

“Alright doll, I’ll see you at dinner then?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you tell him knowing full well that you wouldn’t be in the mood to eat.

Leaving Sirius in the common room you walk up to the boys dorm and throw yourself down on Remus' bed. Grabbing a discarded sweater from Sirius’ bed on the way. You curl up in a ball under the covers on Remus’ bed before letting the tears fall down your face again *why can’t I just feel happy for once in my life? I always fuck everything up, I want to die*

Sirius watches you walk up the stairs to the boys dorm before letting out a sigh and putting his head in his hands. You had never been like this, you were usually so bright and cheerful something bad must have happened because Sirius hadn’t seen even the slightest smile all day.

The bell for the next lesson rings and Sirius remains sitting on the sofa in the common room contemplating what he should tell Remus. He didn’t want to make his friend even more alarmed but he couldn’t hide his feeling of concern for your breakdown in class.

Remus enters the common room behind a babble of second years who were complaining to each other about their homework.

Spotting Sirius on the sofa before the fire he rushes over to sit next to him.

“Where’s y/n? Is she alright?”

Sirius takes a deep breath before sitting back on the sofa. “No, I can see what you mean Rem, she’s very upset.”

“What do you mean?” replies a panicked Remus

Sirius turns to face him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Look mate I don’t want to worry you but in class, she just sat and stared into space, then she started crying and walked out.”

Remus let out a pained sigh and ran his hands down his face before clasping them in his lap. “Is she okay? where is she now?”

“I walked her back here, we had a cuddle for a while then she said that she was just tired so she left to have a nap,” replies Sirius

Remus stands up from the sofa and brushes his sweaty palms off of his trousers, “let's go and check on her.”

Sirius rises off of the sofa too, he turns around and looks around the common room before turning back to Remus. “Maybe she just needs space, she told me she’d come down to dinner so let's just give her some time alone and if she doesn't come to dinner then we can go and check on her.”

Staring into Sirius’ stormy grey irises Remus stays standing for another minute before nodding and sitting back down.

The boys study in the common room for an hour in complete silence, both of them preoccupied with thoughts of their distressed girlfriend. Sirius and Remus then head down to dinner, sitting down at the end of the Gryffindor table closest to the doors so that they could spot you as soon as you walked in.

The boys sit and pick at their food mindlessly for ten minutes continuously watching the door in hope that you’d join them for the meal.

Sirius lets out a deep sigh and drops his fork on his plate rubbing his brow before looking at Remus. Remus looks up at him offering a small smile before standing up. “Come on Pads, our girl needs us”

Sirius quickly stands up and grabs Remus’ hand dragging him out of the great hall. The boys briskly walk hand in hand back to the Gryffindor common room and quickly ascend the stairs to the dorm.

Remus opens the door quietly in case you are sleeping and peers in, he feels his heart break as he catches sight of you. You are lying in his bed fast asleep with puffy eyes from crying.

Remus approaches the bed and sits down on the side closest to you. Gently he starts to stroke your face with his hand whilst gesturing for Sirius to come over to the bed with his other hand. Sirius kneels on the bed next to Remus, reaches out and starts playing with your hair.

Remus watches as you slowly awaken, your eyes fluttering as they adjust to the light in the room. “Darling are you alright?” He asks you softly while rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You feel your eyes fill with tears but don’t want the boys to see them so you roll over and put your face in the pillow hoping that they leave you alone so that you can compose yourself again.

The boys look at each other trying to figure out what to do next. Remus nods at Sirius gesturing for him to try and get a response from you.

“Baby, why didn’t you come to dinner?” You still don’t respond, making Sirius panic. “Please talk to us, we want to help you.” This makes you feel even worse, they just wanted you to be happy but instead, you’d caused them to leave dinner to look for you.

Your body starts to shake as the tears start rolling down your face. You keep the sobs in not wanting to make them even more worried.

Remus carefully runs a hand over your back worried at the lack of response. “Y/n please talk to us, we love you baby we only want to help you. It’s killing me that you are this upset and we want to be here for you.”

This is the last straw and you lose control of your crying, finally letting out the sobs that had been building up all day.

Remus’ heart breaks even more “Oh baby, come here”. Remus turns you over and carefully pulls you into his lap.

You press your head into Remus’ neck and let out all of the emotion that had been held within you all day.

Sirius sits down next to Remus and yourself at the head of the bed, he runs one hand soothingly up and down your back. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay.”

Your entire body shakes with sobs, tears soak the front of Remus’ sweater whilst the boys continue to make attempts to console you.

Remus rocks you in his arms carefully trying to calm you down. “Shh darlin’ it’s okay”

You start hyperventilating from the force of your sobs, Remus pulls you back from his chest slightly brushing hair away from your face.

Sirius reaches out to you and picks up one of your hands, he brings it up to his chest so that you can feel his steady heartbeat. “I know you're upset baby but you’ve got to breathe. Can you do that for me?”

Sirius breathes in and out slowly emphasising each breath for you to follow. “In...and out, in…and out.” This continues for a few minutes as you try to regulate your breathing.

“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job baby”

The sobs slow down slightly as you regain control over your breathing, tears still fall down your face but not as quickly as before.

Remus cups your face in his hand wiping away stray tears with his thumb before pressing a solitary kiss to your temple. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Please tell us” he begs.

You let out a sigh, opening and shutting your mouth a few times trying to come up with something to tell them.

Sirius notices your hesitation and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay love, you can tell us anything. I promise you that we’ll try to help you and nothing you say can make us love you any less.”

Looking into his eyes you see nothing but love and concern. You sniffle and wipe one of your sleeves across your face. “I don’t know, I just don’t feel good”

Sirius runs a hand through your hair before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Is it that time of the month baby? You feelin’ sick?”

Tears well up in your eyes again. “No” you reply softly “I don’t feel sick”

“Then what is it babe?” asks Sirius with a small frown on his face.

You consider lying to them for a moment not wanting to burden them with your thoughts and emotions but in the end, it’s the pleading expression upon Remus’ face that makes you give in.

You take a deep breath, “sometimes I just feel really sad, like nothing will get better. I feel like no one loves me. I don't want to bother you guys because I don’t want you to leave me.”

The tears fall down your face again as you turn around and put your face back into Remus’ sweater, your fingers have a firm grasp on him as if letting go would make him disappear.

“Please, please don’t leave me, I’m sorry” you beg them as you cry into Remus’ chest.

Remus feels tears well up in his own eyes but swallows them down in order to comfort you. “No no no, sweetheart, it's okay. I promise that we aren’t leaving you.”

Remus holds you even tighter in his arms “I wish you’d told us that you were feeling like this sooner darling. We love you so much”

Sirius sits in silence listening to Remus comfort you before lifting a hand and rubbing your back. “Look at me baby,” he says with a stern tone.

You look up at him, he has a more pronounced frown upon his face than what was there previously but it softens slightly when he realises that you are watching him.

“You need to tell us when you feel like this okay? You aren’t bothering anyone, we just want to help you and we would never leave you over something like this.”

You remain silent looking away from him, the tears slowing down again so all that remains are the odd couple every few seconds.

“Promise you’ll tell us when you feel like this baby?” He asks, holding your face in his hands.

You sniffle softly before agreeing “m’kay, I promise”

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl for telling us baby,” he says fondly before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. As he pulls away from your cheek he gets a mischievous look upon his face. “Hey babe, what do you call a cow with two legs?”

You look at him confused for a minute before saying “I dunno”

He leans in towards you with a grin upon his face as though he is telling you a secret “Lean beef”

This causes you to giggle, Sirius smirks whilst Remus chuckles. The boys are pleased to hear you laugh after having been deprived of such beautiful sounds for an entire day.

“Good one wasn’t it?” He asks with a cocky smirk on his face.

“No” you reply, still slightly giggling.

“No!” He repeats back to you in disbelief. “What do you mean no? I thought it was a good one”

Remus raises an eyebrow looking at Sirius “c’mon Pads, you can do better than that”

“Fine, I’ve got a better one” huffs Sirius. “What does the perverted frog say?”

“I dunno” you reply again trying to keep a straight face.

“Rubbit” he replies.

This joke was much funnier than the last and you burst out in laughter. You have joyous tears of laughter pouring down your face as you giggle until your sides hurt.

After a while you yawn and rub your eyes, Remus smiles affectionately at you before moving you off of his lap changing positions so that you are laying half on Remus’ chest with Sirius spooning you from behind.

“C’mon darling, let's get some sleep,” he says quietly.

Sirius buries his face in the back of your neck before mumbling out a quick “I love you”

You settle down into their embrace, relaxing all of your muscles and just as you are dozing off to sleep you feel Remus run his hand through your hair as he whispers “I love you darling, more than you will ever know.”

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edie-k · 2 years

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Crowning Achievement (Romione, PG-13)

Finally taking the time to share the story I wrote for @honouraryweasley12 during the Romione Discord Secret Santa!

Title: Crowning Achievement

Pairing: Ron/Hermione; Harry/Third Wheel

Summary: Ron is well-prepared to deal with Hermione’s surprising news. That’s suspicious.

Request: He requested something where they were a happy couple. Fluffy but could allow some angst with a happy ending. This made me decide to write an argument where they fought because they were discussing their actual problem instead of avoiding their feelings.

Thanks to @adenei for her beta help!

TW: This fic does involve discussion of pregnancy and options around pregnancy outcomes but does not involve pregnancy loss.

Read it at AO3 or below!

Hermione glanced at the clock for what felt like the 50th time. It was finally, mercifully, at 8pm. Ron had said he should back on Thursday around 8.

That usually meant somewhere between 7 and 10.

Not that it was really his fault. He was only halfway through his second year of training so he had very little control over his schedule.

She wandered over to the pantry and began rearranging its contents by size for something to do. Getting ahead on her work or even reading for pleasure would be impossible in her current state of mind.

Finally, Hermione heard the tell tale whoosh of someone Flooing into the drawing room of Grimmauld Place. She took a deep breath and willed herself to be calm.

“Hermione?” Ron’s voice called. “I’m back and I got away at the time I told you for once.”

“In here,” she called back, voice shaking.

“Hi love,” Ron said, walking in the kitchen and spotting her. “Merlin Hermione, what’s wrong?”

The moment she saw him, her carefully prepared speech flew out of her head. Hermione turned her puffy and red eyes toward him and her face crumbled. “I am so sorry. I-I messed up.”

Ron dropped his rucksack on the floor and crossed the room towards her without taking off his muddy boots. He stood in front of her, rubbing his hands up and down her upper arms. “What’s going on?”

“I’m pregnant,” she sobbed.

Ron froze. “Oh. Is it… is it mine?”

Hermione pulled back, her mouth falling open. “Is it yours? Of course it’s yours! How can you even ask me that?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. That was the worst thing I could have said,” Ron replied, pulling her back into his embrace.

“Yes, it was! How could you—”

“You said you were sorry, that you messed up and I lost my head for a moment. And what do you mean you’re sorry? Somehow I don’t think this is completely on you.”

“Yes it is,” she sobbed into his shoulder. “When you came home from your last training mission early… I hadn’t taken my weekly dose of birth control potion because you were supposed to be gone for three weeks. So I thought I didn’t need it until the next week but then I came home from work and you were here and I had missed you so much and I completely forgot.”

“So you haven’t taken it since last month?” Ron asked.

“No, no, I realized the next day and took it,” she assured him between sniffles.

“Hermione, why didn’t you tell me? Is this why you’ve been so anxious recently?”

“Yes but I really thought it would be fine. I track my cycle pretty closely and that was a day that I shouldn’t have been able to get pregnant so I didn't want to worry you,” she sniffed.

“Well, I did take a couple of shots at it that night,” Ron grinned at her.

“Do I look like I’m in the mood?” Hermione snapped.

“Right, right,” Ron said. “So, okay. You’re... pregnant.”

“What are we going to do?” Hermione said.

“What do you want to do?” Ron asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you— you want to have it, right?”

“Do you want to?”

“I want to do what you want to do,” Ron said, his tone more serious and sincere than she could ever recall. Hermione bit her lip and glanced up at him. He was gazing at her intensely.

“I’m… well, I’m sort of leaning that way. You know what the healers said after the war about possible damage to, to me,” Hermione said, sniffling between sentences. “They said that trying to… conceive at a younger age gave me a better chance. I don’t think they meant this young but what if this ends up being our only opportunity?”

“Right,” agreed Ron with a solemn nod.

“But we can’t possibly! You’re not even twenty until next month!”

“Of course we can. Plenty of people have done it. My parents had Bill at our age. Harry’s parents had him young as well.”

“And they had an easy time of it?” Hermione scoffed.

“Well, we decided to defeat Voldemort before having kids so that’ll help,” Ron joked.

“Ron,” Hermione sighed.

“Look, it’ll be hard but we'll, you know, adjust.”

“I’m just starting my career and you aren’t even done with training yet!”

“Then we could decide to not have it?” Ron suggested.

“I don’t - I don’t think that’s what I want either,” Hermione admitted.

“Okay. Then we’ll figure it out. You’ll get some leave when you have the baby, yeah? That should get us almost to the end of my training. Then you can go back part-time for a couple months until I’m certified. I’m sure my mum will help, maybe Fleur - you said your mum was considering retiring as well, right? And once I’m done with training, I can go part-time. If I’m part-time, I won’t have long missions.”

“But you’d get all the most boring work!”

Ron shrugged. “I’ll help George out more on the weekends for the money and I can always go full time when the kid is in school. You always said you wanted our kids to start Muggle school, right? So it won’t even be that long.”

Her stomach fluttered at the thought that he remembered what she wanted for their theoretical children. “You’ll be five years behind on your career!”

“Nah,” said Ron. “I mean, I’ll be a little behind but Harry’s going to be the golden boy of the department and he’ll make sure I’m not forgotten. Anyway, you’ve always been the one that is going to be the star. Knocking you up and locking you down might be my crowning achievement.”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” Hermione shook her head. “You’re doing amazing and I can’t let you—”

“You aren’t,” Ron said firmly. “We don’t have to figure it all out today, we can just—”

“Yes we do! I need to know we can do this so I can commit to the idea of having a baby and maybe be…happy about it,” Hermione pleaded.

Ron sighed. “I get it. Can I take a shower first? I’m muddy, wet, and cold and this is a lot to come home to.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “Are you hungry?”

“You have to ask?”

“I’ll fix you something while you clean up,” Hermione turned toward the pantry.

“Hey,” Ron grabbed her arm, stopping her. “It may not be how or when we wanted this but there’s no one I would rather figure this out with than you.” He leaned down and kissed her softly.

She looked back up at him, teary eyed. “I feel the same.”

“Okay,” Ron said, pulling back from her. “I’ll be quick. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Hermione said. Ron left the kitchen.

As she started to fix a sandwich for him, she started to reflect on how the conversation had gone. He had been so...calm. It wasn’t as though she expected him to run off or abandon her but she hadn’t expected him to think through this so logically or be so cool and collected.

Ten minutes later, he was back, taking a seat at the kitchen table and taking a bite of his sandwich.

“So,” said Hermione. “I think we should talk more about where we plan to live. I know we had talked about moving out of Grimmauld Place and into a place of our own in the beginning of the summer but now I wonder if we delay it to the fall. We can still be settled before the baby comes but even those few extra months of no rent might be helpful. That means you’ll have to do more of the work around the move since I’ll be quite pregnant at that time. Although I suppose magic will make quite a bit of difference. ”

“Okay, well, slow down. First, start by telling me what the date is?”

“The date?”

“The due date,” Ron clarified.

“Oh,” Hermione said. “I was so preoccupied with telling you and how you’d react that I didn’t even calculate it yet.”

“What do you mean, calculate it? What did the spell tell you?”

“The spell?” Hermione said.

“The pregnancy spell. Bill said it casts right onto a calendar,” Ron said.

“I haven’t cast it yet,” she said.

Ron froze. “Then how do you know you’re pregnant?”

“I’m three days late,” Hermione said. “I’m never late. Ever.”

“You didn’t cast the spell?”

“I know my body, Ron!” Hermione said, starting to feel a bit uneasy. Is it possible she had overreacted?

Ron rubbed his face wearily. “Hermione, can you cast the spell please?”

Hermione took her wand out and waved it. A pale yellow light glowed from her for a few moments before fading away.

She wasn’t pregnant.

The two sat in silence.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione said. “I feel like an idiot. I was just so sure—”

“In the future, just, can you cast the spell before we start panicking? Or we can do it together if you like. But don’t drive yourself barmy without casting the spell, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “I feel like an idiot. You know that since the war ended, I just expect things to go a certain way and when they don’t, I immediately jump into crisis mode.”

“I’m not mad,” Ron assured her, now taking a massive bite of the sandwich he had previously barely touched. “But I was exhausted before I even got home so if you don’t mind, I’m going to turn in.”

“Uh, okay,” said Hermione. “I’m going to stay up and review some of these documents. I wasn’t able to concentrate much at work the last couple of days.”

“I’m sure,” Ron chuckled, shoving the last bite of sandwich in his mouth as he stood up and put his plate in the sink. “I’ll wash that in the morning, okay?”

Hermione nodded.

“Good night, love,” Ron said, kissing her on the forehead before heading up the stairs.

Hermione headed toward the study to work but found herself still unable to concentrate. She felt overwhelmingly relieved to not be in the family way but Ron’s reaction was bothering her. He had been so calm. The idea of being parents before the end of the year didn’t seem to frighten him at all. Although they had both discussed and agreed on the concept of children in the future, she had thought they would wait years before they seriously considered having one.

Why had Ron seemed so ready now?

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Hermione made her way through the Ministry halls, intent to walk to the Apparition point a block from the Ministry. Normally she Flooed home after a long day but this evening she felt like she needed the walk.

By the time she had slipped into bed last night, unsurprisingly, Ron had been fast asleep. At around 1, she heard him wake up to go to the loo.

She had been certain that when he returned to bed he would do what he usually did and pull her flush to his body before returning to sleep. Actually, she thought he might do more than that given that they had been apart four days. But instead, he had just stumbled in the room and fell back to sleep. Eventually, she did too.

But even with her interrupted sleep, she still woke before her alarm in the morning and had run her foot up and down his bare leg, her typical signal to him that she was up for a morning shag— one that he had never before passed up. But he hadn’t roused at all.

It was highly suspicious. When he returned from time away, they always spent time reconnecting and it wasn’t unheard of for them to have a go in the evening and the morning. It was understandable that he pulled away last night, given how intense things were. But it was more than a little nerve wracking that he hadn’t responded to her this morning. Especially because based on his breathing patterns, she suspected he had been awake.

He hadn’t reacted to her pregnancy news the way she expected at all. He had been so calm and reassuring and he had a plan. A well thought out and logical plan. Almost as though he’d been thinking about it before last night.

It was ridiculous but she couldn’t help but worry that Ron was upset that she wasn’t pregnant.

She had been positive they were on the same page. They were getting their own place this summer but it was only a rental. Buying their own home, marriage and kids were all in their future but not the near future. She had thought within the next ten years but did Ron see it differently?

He had mentioned how young his parents and Harry’s were when they started their families.

Hermione shook her head as she reached the Apparition point. Staying until 6pm on a Friday and delaying her trip home was a mistake. They needed to discuss this and they needed to discuss it now.

She quietly popped into the entryway of Grimmauld Place and walked toward the kitchen. Ron didn’t have to go into the office today and he typically would have dinner started by this time in the evening. But when she pushed open the door, the kitchen was empty save for an open pizza box resting on top of a closed one.

She peeked at the box below and felt a tug on her heart as she spotted it was an almost full margherita pie - her favorite that neither Ron or Harry were crazy about. It was silly, given how affectionate he had been before he had gone to bed but it reminded her that Ron really did love her, despite the weirdness between them and she knew they could work it out.

Taking a slice from the box and setting it on a plate, she realized that there was sound coming from the wireless in the drawing room and then she heard voices.

Curses. Harry must have made it back this morning. That was going to delay the conversation she wanted to have.

“... yeah, well, I’m going to see if Hermione will take a look at it and tell me what I’m doing wrong,” Harry said.

Hermione was just about to announce her presence when Ron spoke up.

“Speaking of Hermione… when I came home last night, she told me she was pregnant.”

“WHAT?” Harry yelped and then Hermione heard him inhale sharply and then start coughing. She knew she should make herself known but she was morbidly curious to see how the two of them talked about her when she wasn’t around.

“Merlin, Harry, breathe! Did you almost choke?”

“Hermione’s pregnant,” Harry gasped out.

“No, no, it was a false alarm,” Ron said. “She was late and got herself all wound up and forgot to cast the spell to confirm it before telling me.”

“Why was there even a chance of her being pregnant? Are you being careless? Your mum will have your head!”

“Hey, you should be lecturing her. She’s the one that throws caution to the wind at the sight of me.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. She could practically hear his cocky grin.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, gross. First you get me in a full blown panic thinking she’s pregnant and then you make me think about your sex life.”

“You were in a full blown panic? I just about pissed myself when she told me,” Ron said.

“WHAT?” shouted a voice but this time it wasn’t Harry.

It had popped out of Hermione’s mouth before she could stop herself.

Both Harry and Ron’s heads snapped around. “Hermione!”

“What do you mean, you panicked?” Hermione shouted.

“Well, I—” Ron started to say.

“Hermione, it would be completely normal if—” Harry began at the same time, trotting out his faithful defense of Ron.

“Yes! It would be completely normal to panic but Ron didn’t do that AT ALL!” barked Hermione.

“What?” said Ron, bewildered.

“I told you that I was pregnant and all you did was start trying to make plans!” Hermione shouted. As the words tumbled out of her mouth, she became aware of how absolutely crazy her anger sounded.

Further evidence of that was clear on Ron and Harry’s faces.

Harry cleared his throat. “Well, maybe Ron was—”

“Stay out of it, Harry!” said Ron, now getting on his feet. “I was trying to be the mature one while you were melting down.”

“Oh, mature? You accused me of cheating on you!”

“Ron!” gasped Harry.

“That was for all of twenty seconds and it was only because you were saying you fucked up!” Ron said. “And I apologized immediately.”

Harry, of course, was immediately swayed by any apology from Ron. “Hermione, maybe you should—”

“Harry, you have never once before wanted to meddle in our relationship and I don’t see why you should now,” Hermione seethed at him.

“Er, right, I’ll just—” Harry glanced around the room but Ron and Hermione were blocking the doorway.

“I was doing what I thought I was supposed to do! Talk about our options. You made it clear that you thought having it was the way to go so I started talking about how we would work it out,” Ron spat.

“And since when are you so logical and thoughtful about things?” accused Hermione.

“Isn’t that what you’ve wanted from me for years?” Ron asked, fully exasperated.

Over his shoulder, Hermione spied Harry, struggling to keep his face expressionless. She knew what that meant. Harry agreed with Ron and she was losing this argument. It was time to get to the core of the issue.

“It was almost like you were planning this!”

“Planning this? You were the one that screwed up the birth control! You think I was planning to get you pregnant? Have you lost your mind?”

“You said ‘knocking me up’ and ‘locking me down’ would be a crowning achievement.”

This time she saw Harry cringe and felt a buzz of excitement course through her. This was moving her way.

“That was a joke! I didn’t mean that. Well, I sort of meant it but not as something I’m trying for right now!”

Hermione paused. She had come home with the intention of having a conversation and getting the answers to her questions but instead this had turned into a blazing row about nothing.

“Then how did you come up with all these plans?” Hermione said, trying to calm down.

“It’s just… after the thing last year… I did sort of think about what you and I would do.”

Harry’s brow furrowed but Hermione immediately softened. Harry might have been confused but she knew exactly what Ron was talking about.

Last year, during the November Hogsmeade visit, Ron had confided in her that George was in some sort of no-strings-attached relationship with Angelina Johnson and George told Ron he believed she was now pregnant.

Ron had been quite shaken about it at the time. George had been a wreck over the situation and Ron had worried that only six months after Fred’s death, George was in no place mentally to deal with fatherhood or any of it. In the end, Angelina wasn’t pregnant but now that Ron said it, she wasn’t surprised that he had been rattled enough to think about how they would handle similar circumstances. Her own thought at the time was that she would never be so irresponsible - a thought that now seemed arrogant and naive.

“Oh,” she said. “I—I was just worried that we were on different pages about how we saw our future.”

Ron snorted. “Do you really think I’m ready to be a father? I mean, yeah, I’d figure it out but I’m happy with how things are now.”

“I am too,” Hermione agreed. “It’s just that last night, when I came to bed, you were sound asleep. Then you got up in the middle of the night and when you came back, you didn’t pull me close like you usually do.”

Hermione heard Harry groan in the background but the answer to this was too important for her to pay any attention to him.

“I really was tired, Hermione and yeah, honestly, it was a lot when I came home,” Ron said.

“I know but what about this morning? I know you were awake but when I tried to… initiate the way I usually do, you just -”

“Okay,” interrupted Harry. “So the two of you seem to be in a place to have a productive conversation without me so I’m going to go.” Harry forcefully pushed past Hermione and she could hear him muttering to himself as he escaped down the hall.

“You were awake and ignored me. Don’t lie to me,” Hermione said.

“Yeah, I was. I wanted to, obviously. But I was sort of in my head. You thought you were pregnant for three days so I didn’t know if you were currently on the potion and I thought if I asked, you might get upset and think I didn’t trust you,” Ron replied.

“Oh,” Hermione said. “I was worried you were disappointed.”

“Hell no,” Ron said. “I like sleeping in. As much as I hate being away from you, I like my job and the longer, more difficult missions. I like going out when we want and staying in when we don’t. It feels like we didn’t always get to be normal teenagers and now I feel like I want to just, you know—”

“Take a breath,” finished Hermione.

“Yeah,” Ron agreed.

“I just can’t get over how calm and cool you were about the whole thing,” Hermione said, shaking her head. “You were almost perfect. I don’t even remember you swearing.”

“Calm to your face! I figured if I freaked out, you would freak out and since you were the one that would have to push a baby out of your body, I thought I should keep it together,” Ron said and Hermione laughed.

“Hermione, do you know what I did when I went upstairs last night? I went to the loo, threw up, took a shower, and then did two shots of Ogden’s before I came back down. I was losing my fucking mind.”

“Really?” Hermione said, smiling and taking a step toward him.

“Yes! Now, do you want me to sit here with you while you eat your disgusting pizza with leaves on it or would you rather go upstairs so you can give me the proper welcome home I was denied last night?”

“My delicious pizza can wait,” she smiled. Ron pulled her close and their lips met.

“See,” said Ron, pulling away and yanking her into the hall. “This is why I’m not ready for kids. Can’t head up to bed at 6:30 and ravish your-”

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving,” said Harry, pushing past them to get to the entryway they used as an Apparition point.

“It also means we don’t have to delay getting our own place.”

“That, I’m ready for.”

#ron x hermione #romione fanfic #hermione granger #romione #ron weasley #hp fanfic

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haikwritings · 4 years

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Haikyuu setters saying ‘I love you’ for the first time

Characters Mention: Kageyama, Kenma, Oikawa, Atsumu, Akaashi, Semi.

Warning: One scene of smut, angst (maybe?)

Tobio Kageyama

Y/n had come home from work to find her boyfriend lying on the couch watching his match against MSBY Black Jackals for the fourth time this month.

“Babe.” Y/n called sweetly as soon as she saw him.

Kageyama looked at her and smiled while holding a small carton of milk.

“Hey.” Kageyama answered sweetly.

Y/n walked over to the couch and lay down on his lap, she was exhausted from work— she wanted to find comfort on her sweet boyfriend.

“Hard day?” Kageyama asked worried.

“Y-yeah.” Y/n said very tiredly while closing her eyes.

He began to rub and massage her head, trying to give her as much comfort as possible.

He knew she had a hard day.

And he wanted to be there for her.

“Babe?” Kageyama called softly.

Y/n had heard him, but was too tired to answer.

‘S-She’s asleep.’ Kageyama thought as he smiled.

Seeing this as the best opportunity to tell her that he loved her.

“I- I love you.” Kageyama stutter whispering.

He just couldn’t believe that he was her boyfriend, she was so beautiful and smart...

And he was just him, that’s what he always thought.

“I- I love you so much.” Kageyama stutter as he stroke her hair.

His heart stopped when he felt her move on his lap.

“I- I love you too, babe.” Y/n whispered sweetly while looking at him.

Making him smile and blush.

Kenma Kozume

Kenma had been very distracted with his thoughts for a week. It all started with something his best friend Kuroo had told him.

“Pudding head.” Kuroo said while drinking a can of soda.

Kenma looked at him while playing his video game.

“What?” Kenma asked annoyed.

“Since when are you with Y/n?” Kuroo asked curiously.

“One year and forty-five days.” Kenma answered.

‘Oh, Damn, he counts the days.’ Kuroo thought.

“Why?” Kenma asked confused.

“H-Have you told her that you love her?” Kuroo asked curiously.

Kenma looked at him and shake his head.

“I guess she knows that I love her.” Kenma answered.

“But how? You haven’t told her.” Kuroo asked curiously.

Without noticing and realizing the panic he was lying to his best friend.

“I- I— I don’t know.” Kenma answered.

“Oh, forget I said anything. It was a dumb thi—” Kuroo was saying but was interrupted by Kenma.

“What if she thinks I don’t love her?” Kenma said while dropping his video game.

‘Oh fuck, I broke him.’ Kuroo thought.

So that's how he was now, in panic. He didn't know how to tell the girl he loved that he loved her.

He just thought that she should know— magically?

“Babe, are you okay?” Y/n asked worried as she saw him looking at her.

“Y-Yeah.” Kenma answered nervously.

She had noticed how he was acting different all week, he didn't even have his video game on him.

“Are you sure? You have been acting differen—” Y/n was saying but was interrupted by Kenma.

“I love you.” Kenma said out of the bloom.

Y/n looked at him surprised. She had been waiting to hear those words for a while.

She thought she wouldn’t never hear it from him.

She thought that maybe he wasn’t expressive?

“I- I love you too.” Y/n said sweetly.

Kenma looked at her and smile, walking towards her and hugging her.

Tōru Oikawa

“What’s your problem?” Oikawa asked confused.

“Nothing.” Y/n answered coldly.

He knew something was wrong with her, he wasn’t stupid.

“Stop.” Oikawa said.

Y/n stopped walking and looked at him.

“You either tell me or I will find out eventually.” Oikawa warned.

But that was the thing, she didn't want him to find out how jealous she was of his fans.

“I-Is nothing.” Y/n answered.

But of course, he didn’t believed her.

Again, he isn’t stupid.

“J-Just tell me.” Oikawa said desperately.

She knew she needed to be honest with him.

Even thought it was embarrassing.

“I- I’m sorry.” Y/n said softly.

Oikawa looked at her and frowned in confusion.

“I- I’m just... jealous.” Y/n muttered.

“What?” Oikawa asked confused.

“Y-Your fan was all over you.” Y/n pointed out.

‘Oh.’ Oikawa thought.

Now he understands, she was jealous of the fan girl who was flirting with him moments ago.

“I- I’m sorry I took things out of proportion.” Y/n said softly.

She was afraid that her boyfriend would leave her for one of his fans. She felt insecure and hated to think that she wasn't enough for him.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n apologize sadly.

He knew how his fans crossed the lines sometimes—

And he understood her.

He knew it wasn’t easy seeing all those girls all over him.

“I love you, Y/n.” Oikawa confessed out of the bloom.

Making her flinch at the sudden comment.

“Y-You do?” Y/n asked.

Oikawa smiled and nodded.

“You’re the only girl that I love.” Oikawa added, making her smile and blush.

“I- I love you too.” Y/n answered softly.

Atsumu Miya

“A-Atsumu.” Y/n moaned while riding him.

“T-That’s it baby, just like that.” Atsumu grunted pleasurably.

He knew she was on the verge of cumming by the way her hips were moving slowly and the way she was clenching around him.

“I-I’m so close baby.” Y/n managed to say.

She was making him feel so good, he couldn't help himself either.

“I- I’m close, just hold on.” Atsumu grunted pleasurably.

His trusts were starting to become harsher and faster.

“T-Tsumu.” Y/n managed to squeal pleasurably.

If he kept going like that, she was going to cum in seconds.

“I- I’m g-going to cum!” Y/n squeal pleasurably while holding tightly onto his back.

“Cum for me, be a good girl.” Atsumu whispered softly in her ear.

The pleasure and excitement was too much for her, which left her without strength. She hadn't realized that she had let go of her boyfriend's back. But lucky for her, he caught her on time—holding her tightly.

“I-Is okay, I got you.” Atsumu whispered.

Thrusting a few more times until he was cumming hard.

“Ah fuck!” Atsumu whispered pleasurably.

They were both out of breath but it was obvious that they were both more than satisfied.

“I- I love you.” Atsumu confessed as he came from his high.

He wanted to say it for a long time, but he never knew how to.

“I- I love you so much.” Atsumu said as he kissed her.

Both of them looked at each other and chuckled.

“I- I love you too, ‘Tsumu.” Y/n confessed almost out of breath.

Atsumu looked at her and smiled.

“L-Let’s go take a bath.” Atsumu said while taking her, carrying her to the bathroom with him.

Keiji Akaashi

“Why are you so fucking mad?” Akaashi yelled not understanding his girlfriend mood swing.

Y/n looked at him in disbelief.

“Unbelievable.” Y/n said disappointedly.

Akaashi looked her up and down, noticing how well dressed she was. Did he—did he forget his date with her?

‘Shit’ Akaashi thought.

“You can’t even remember? Am I not important to you anymore?” Y/n asked angrily.

This was the third time he had forgotten about their date.

Her anger was understandable.

“Shit, baby I forgot.” Akaashi said.

Y/n looked at him and rolled her eyes.

“Y-You can’t even spend time with me.” Y/n said sadly.

She was sad. She was looking foward to have a calmly and relaxing date with her boyfriend.

“B-Baby, I’m sorry.” Akaashi said.

He has been busy the past three months due to his new job as an editor. He spent so much time working that he was forgetting about his girlfriend.

“I’m leaving.” Y/n said as she walked towards the door, but was immediately stopped by her boyfriend.

“B-Baby, fuck. I’m sorry.” Akaashi pleaded.

“I- I can’t do this, Keiji. I feel that I’m the only one making an effort in this relationship.” Y/n said as she hid her face on his shoulders.

He knew she was hurting.

But he knew it was time to say it.

“I- I love you.” Akaashi confessed as he hugged her, feeling her tears on his shoulder.

Y/n had been waiting for those sincere words from him.

She thought he didn’t love her.

“I- I love you.” Y/n said sobbing while holding him tightly.

Akaashi looked at her and wiped her tears with his thumb.

“L-Let’s go to eat.” Akaashi said as he smiled at her.

They both knew they had a lot to talk about.

Eita Semi

Things have been weird between Semi and his girlfriend. She had told him a few nights ago how she loved him, but he never really answered back to her confession— leaving both of them uncomfortable.

“I- I made Tekka Maki, your favorite.” Y/n said as she saw him entering to the kitchen.

She was embarrassed by her confession and wanted to make up for how uncomfortable she thought she had made him feel.

“I- I’m sorry for what I said...” Y/n apologized.

The two of them had been together for two years now and they had never said they loved each other —until she had taken the initiative, which it turned out to be awful.

“Y-You don’t have to say that you love me...” Y/n said sadly.

She didn't want to admit it but she felt a little sad about what had happened.

She thought he loved her.

“I- I will wait for you.” Y/n said, faking her smile.

And she was right, he did love her.

What she didn't know is that he didn't know how to tell her. He was so surprised when she had confessed to him the immense love she had for him, that it left him speechless.

“I- I will in bed.” Y/n said while trying to hide her flushed face.

He felt guilty; she didn’t have to apologize for sharing the feelings she felt for him, her boyfriend. He felt stupid, worse yet... like an idiot.

‘How could I be so stupid?’ Semi thought.

He couldn't even eat the food that she had prepared for him.

Too guilty to eat.

So he decided it was time to confess the love he felt.

‘I need to tell her.’ Semi thought.

He walk towards the room they both shared, seeing her lying on the bed in the dark. He knew that everything that had happened had affected her.

“Babe.” Semi called softly.

He knew she was awake, but she was too sad to answer.

So he decided to lie down next to her, trying to make her feel better.

“Babe?” Semi said as he heard her sniffed.

He began to draw circles on her back, he knew that calmed her down.

“I- I love you.” Semi confessed.

He felt her heart stop from her back.

“I- I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Semi said embarrassed.

Causing her to move to his side, looking at him face to face.

“I love you.” Semi whispered to her ear, feeling her skin bristle.

“I love you.” Y/n whispered while hiding her face on his shoulder.

He smiled at those words, while stroking softly her hair.

But still, he felt like an idiot.

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iliveiloveiwrite · 3 years

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I find myself travelling back to you // Simon Basset

Request: Could you possibly write a Simon Basset fic where maybe the reader is like a childhood friend and he bumps into them and they talk and catch up with maybe some romance or something - anon

A/N: My first Simon fic! I am a little uncertain of this as I am not sure whether I have Simon’s character down yet. I hope you all like! Thank you for requesting, I hope I have done it justice.

Pairing: Simon Basset x Fem!Reader

Warnings: childhood friends, pining, mutual pining, fluff, some angst, she/her pronouns, female reader.

Word count: 3.8k

There was not a cloud in the sky as you made your way through Mayfair after having turned down a carriage. Instead, you chose to walk away the morning, happy to feel the warmth of the sun through the layers of your dress.

The streets had started out as quiet; a few souls here and there, but they soon grew busier and busier as routines were started. Dodging bodies here and there, you found it hard to be annoyed at the crowds – the weather too perfect for your mood to be sullied.

A flash of deep red amongst the crowd has your eyes and body on alert; the sound of a deep voice has your ears pricking. “Simon?” You call out, eyebrows furrowing as you spy a familiar head of hair making their way through the crowds.

“(Y/N)?” The man in question answers, eyes wide as he takes in your form.

“It’s been so long,” You whisper, staring into his brown eyes. “I suppose I should call you ‘Your Grace’ now. I was sorry to hear of the passing of your father,” You comment softly, not overly sorry for the death of the man who had mistreated his son so poorly but offering your condolences as a form of social etiquette.

Nodding his head, Simon smiles at you. “Thank you,” He gestures to the elderly lady on his arm, “I am sure you remember Lady Danbury.”

You smile widely at the elderly lady as she grins back at you. “Of course I do,” You laugh, “We meet at least once a week to have tea.”

If possible, Simon’s eyes grow wider to the point where Lady Danbury snorts. “Really now, Simon. Did you expect us ladies to go our separate ways when you left the country?”

“Of course not,” Simon drawls, amused by the elder. “I just didn’t realise you had a close relationship.”

“Well we do. That reminds me,” Lady Danbury pipes up, “I will not be able to make our tea appointment this week, dear (Y/N). My grandson, Gareth, is visiting.”

“Of course, Lady Danbury. We can always rearrange to the following week.”

“Nonsense,” She declares, slamming her cane onto the ground, “Simon will meet with you.”

Casting your gaze to the tall gentleman, it is not hard to miss to the surprise in his eyes. Shaking your head, you state, “I am sure the Duke has more pressing issues than tea with an old friend.”

Lady Danbury opens her mouth to protest your point but is beaten by the Duke. “I have nothing so pressing that cannot be rearranged. I shall meet you tomorrow, I assume Lady Danbury knows the spot.”

With a nod of your head, Simon smiles. He reaches out, grabbing your gloved hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. “Until tomorrow then,” He promises, stepping away from you with Lady Danbury in tow.

“Until tomorrow,” You whisper, watching the strong figure of your childhood friend walk away from you.

Glancing up at the still cloudless sky, you wonder how it is possible that the world keeps spinning when your own has changed so much. Simon left the country years ago, and even then, contact with the man was few and far between. He had left for school and seemingly left you behind. The very fact that he was happy to have tea with you sent shockwaves through your body; not a word for so many years and then this out of the blue.

Now glaring at the sky, you wonder whether there wasn’t a larger game afoot. One that had you reuniting with the childhood love that had left you a bereft teenager; it had you hoping you would not be left a heartbroken adult.

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The pleasant weather was to continue, you thought to yourself as you sat down in the drawing room. Despite the calmness of the room; the sweet sound birdsong outside of your window, your stomach would not calm. Instead, it was threatening to make a mockery of your breakfast. A missive had arrived late yesterday evening from Lady Danbury explaining that Simon would indeed be calling on you for the promised tea.

Smoothing out your pale blue skirts, you wish desperately that you had brought something to keep you occupied as you wait for his imminent arrival. You curse the fact that you left your latest cross-stitch upstairs in your room, having worked on it late into the night. You could have used it to the pass the time to keep your mind busy.

“The Duke of Hastings,” The butler announces, startling you slightly, stepping aside for Simon to stride into the room.

Simon smiles widely as he spots you standing by the table; he rushes over to you, reaching for your hand, placing a lingering kiss to the back of it before straightening. “(Y/N),” He greets, breathless as if he had rushed all the way over here.

“Simon,” You answer, smiling just as widely.

Following his lead, you take a seat at the table, waiting for the tea service to be brought up.

“How is Lady Danbury?” You question, trying to fill the time for the service to arrive.

Simon laughs. “It seems she is on the warpath. Her grandson, Gareth, arrived this morning still out of sorts from the previous night.”

“No!” You gasp, “He’s barely of age!”

“That is what dear Lady Danbury was reminding poor Gareth as she swung her cane at him. I thought I better leave before her attention and her cane turned to me.”

“A good decision to have made.”

“Definitely,” Simon agrees, “As I was leaving, Gareth was promising his grandmother not to touch another drop of alcohol again though I doubt that promise will stick.”

“Poor Gareth,” You lament, thinking of the times you had been on receiving end of a lecture from Lady Danbury. “She does love him so though.”

“She does,” Simon states, “I remember his birth. It feels so long ago.”

You hum in agreement; wondering how quick time had flown by. Gareth was to be part of the next generation of society; he was to bring it into its future, especially if his grandmother had anything to say about it.

“How long have you been home?” You ask, pouring the both of you some tea now that it had arrived.

“I travelled to Clyvedon to settle things there before journeying down to London. I’ve been back in England just short of a month.”

“Oh,” You murmur, trying your best not to feel hurt that he hadn’t actively sought you out. After all, it had been years since you had last spoken. No correspondence had been exchanged throughout the duration of his travels; Lady Danbury had been the one to update you on where Simon was in the world. He hadn’t written you a single letter despite the long friendship that you still held dear. Instead, it had been an utter coincidence, a meeting in the streets that had proved to you he was still alive and breathing.

“I wanted to come see you,” Simon states, feeling bad about the broken sound that had left your mouth just now. He wasn’t one to talk so openly about his feelings, but he found himself needing to explain to you that he hadn’t stopped thinking of you since he stepped foot on English soil.

“Did you?” You question, sounding very much as if you did not believe a word leaving his mouth. By the unimpressed expression on your face, Simon knew you did not believe him.

“I did, but I got so busy. There were estates to manage, ledgers to balance and announcements to be made. By the time I landed in London, I was so thoroughly exhausted that I simply wandered to Lady Danbury’s home and fell asleep on her chaise-lounge. She wasn’t impressed.”

You snort before realising the impropriety, “I can imagine.”

Simon laughs entertained by the thought of Lady Danbury’s face when she found him snoring away on her chair. “As punishment, she made me accompany her on a walk… where we ran into you.”

“What a punishment,” You drawl.

Simon rolls his eyes at your tone. “I like to think of it as a happy coincidence.”

“Then I shall look at it in the same manner.”

There was something different about the man sitting across from you. Was it how he held his spoon? How he stirred his tea? Had the years abroad moulded him into a new person, one you could barely recognise?

Simon held himself entirely different to how he would when he was younger. His posture, perfect. His stance, brimming with confidence. It takes you aback somewhat as you take in the changes the years away at school and abroad have placed on his body.

Would your friendship still stand after so long apart? Is Simon simply placating Lady Danbury by having him meet you for tea? He talks such pretty words; can form sentences that leaves your mind in a spin, but this is the same man that had left the country without so much as a goodbye in your direction.

Reaching for your tea, you distract yourself from such intrusive thoughts. The tea clears your mind; letting you form a blank slate in your mind. “Enough talk of the past, no matter how recent,” You declare, “You left so long ago and came back a new person. It seems I need to get to know the new one.”

Simon smiles at you from his place across the table. “The same could be said for you too.”

You smile though it doesn’t reach your eyes. You don’t mention how you had spent the last few years turning down every marriage proposal offered to you due to your heart belonging to another even in its broken state. “Time is a marvellous thing,” You offer instead, grabbing a small cake from the stand.

“Indeed,” Simon murmurs, eyes following the cake from the plate to your mouth. Despite the time that had passed, his feelings had not changed. They had grown stronger instead. By now, Simon truly understood the meaning of absence making the heart grow fonder. All through his travels, he had cursed himself for not asking you to join him. Through every country, principality and dominion, Simon wondered how it would be for you to be there with him, experiencing the wonders of it all.

“Where was your favourite place to travel?” You ask, leaning forward slightly, “I’ve never travelled further than France.”

Simon nods, remembering your trip abroad with the same pang of sadness he felt back then. He knew logically that you were sat across from him, yet the longing in his body did nothing to help repress the urge to reach out for your hand across the table – to touch you so he would know that you were there, and this wasn’t a figment of his imagination.

“I think my favourite place to visit was Greece. I stayed on the mainland for a while before eventually making my way around the islands. Each island had its own charms, but there was one that had me questioning whether I could live there for the rest of my life. It was so calm, so quiet. Not even the thoughts in my head could distract me from its serenity.”

“Do you miss it?”

“The island?”

“The travelling.”

Simon sighs, staring out of the window as he thinks of over his answer. Eventually, he says, “I miss the sights and the people. I miss the smells and the food. However, I do not miss the time zones. There were moments where I didn’t know what time it was, let alone what day it was.”

“It sounds as if you had a magical time,” You sigh, trying your best not to think of Simon in the desperate heat of the Mediterranean.

“It had its moments,” Simon admits, thinking of the hours he had spent in markets, trying local delicacies and drinking traditionally made coffee. He had adored every second of his travels; he hadn’t minded the odd illness that came along with a new environment when there was so much to learn and so much to experience.

“Will you be travelling again soon?”

“It depends,” Simon answers.

“On?”

“On whether I find anything to keep me here.”

Silence falls over you both as you take in his words, trying to find the meaning of them. Taking a sip of your tea, you wonder whether your friendship with the Duke would be enough to keep him grounded at home for longer than a few weeks at a time. Your heart skips a beat at thought that you might not be enough; your feelings for the Duke had never surprised you. They had not surprised Lady Danbury when you showed up on her doorstep in floods of tears after Simon had left for the continent; she had simply welcomed you into her home with words of comfort and reassurances.

“Will you be attending Lady Danbury’s ball later this week?” You ask, needing to take your mind off that terrible evening.

Simon chuckles, placing his teacup on its saucer. “I shall be in attendance. I find it hard to turn down Lady Danbury. Will you be there?”

You nod, thinking of the dress you had made special. “I will. I’m quite excited if I’m to be honest.”

“Why is that?”

You shrug, “The theme, the music, the company. Lady Danbury never fails with her balls.”

“She does not,” Simon agrees, remembering the grandiosity of such events before he left to travel.

“So I shall see you there?” You ask, your voice hopeful as if daring to wonder whether Simon would attend before no doubt leaving the country once more.

“You shall. Would you save me a dance perhaps?” Simon asks, his usual mischief alight in his eyes.

You smile widely, “Always.”

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The rest of the week is spent in anticipation; desperate for the hours to quicken so you could walk through the home of Lady Danbury to find Simon already waiting for you. A hopeless dream, but a dream, nonetheless.

The Duke of Hastings remains on your mind for the rest of the week. One chance meeting and one organised tea and it seems that the man had made his home in your mind and brought to life the feelings you were certain were dormant.

With those feelings in mind, you prepare for Lady Danbury’s ball knowing full well you were about to spend the evening in the presence of Simon, but also watching the mothers of London’s available fawn over him as if he was a prize to be won. It was enough to make your blood boil.

Ridding yourself of such anger, you enter the home of Lady Danbury.

Lady Danbury never spared any expense when it came her to time to host the event of the season. She knew that it would be reported on, that it would be spoken about. She also knew that there was a chance that many matches could be made that night; so no expense could be spared in the battle for love matches among the ton.

The sight of the ballroom takes your breath away as you enter. Lady Danbury had chosen the theme of the moon, stars and sun – asking her guests to dress in colours relating to either. Your navy blue skirts swish together the further you walk into the room, distracted by the moon and star decorations hanging from the high vaulted ceilings.

You’re so enraptured by the scenery that you do not hear the footsteps approaching or the whispers of the women beside you. It isn’t until you hear him call your name that you turn your gaze from the silver decorations.

“Simon,” You greet with a smile, “How have you been?”

“Very well,” He replies, “And yourself?”

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

“You look wonderful,” Simon compliments; eyes raking up and down your body.

Your skin heats at his rapt attention; flashes of heat soaring through you as your mind begins to think of all sorts of scenarios where you could keep his eyes on you for much longer. “Thank you,” You answer, voice breathy, “You look very handsome too.”

“Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?” Simon asks, voice quiet in the loud room.

Nodding your head, you take his outstretched hand and allow him to lead you onto the dancefloor where many other couples are gathering.

Simon’s hand is soft on the small of your back; soft but insistent as it brings you closer to his own body. Wrapped up entirely in him, you find it hard to concentrate on the steps of the dance, easily being led around the dancefloor by the man who had captured your heart before you had even known the meaning of the word.

A large smile spreads over his face as he spins you out and brings you back. A surprised laugh leaves your lips as Simon spins you once more; the delight settling deep within your bones, melding to become a memory that would always be with you. Simon’s own laughter soons join yours and before long, neither of you are paying much attention and custom – the both of you having far too much fun in each other’s arms to be aware of the looks and glances being sent your way.

As the music fades into silence, Simon’s grip on you loosens reluctantly. He doesn’t want to let go of you; doesn’t know when the next time he can hold you this close will be. If he could, he would steal you away right now, but etiquette and his title demands he be a gentleman.

With a strained smile, Simon bows at you once before turning away without a word. So deep in his thoughts, he doesn’t see you escape to the gardens before it is too late.

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The gardens at Lady Danbury’s home had always been spectacular, but in the night, they were even more magnificent. Despite the shadows of night, you were not scared as you walked down the paths, fingers absently brushing over the flowers of delicately blooming flora.

Rather, your mind was occupied by the one man who had returned into your life after such a sizeable absence. Simon had danced with you tonight, and every aspect felt so perfect. The way his hand covered yours; the way his palm felt pressed against the small of your back. Bringing your hand to your mouth, you hide the smile on your face as you think of the way he had laughed with you as he spun you across the floor. He had looked so young; so carefree, as if he hadn’t the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I wondered where you had wandered off to,” A voice sounds from behind you, startling you.

“Simon!” You gasp, clutching your chest, “You scared me!”

He chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender as he steps closer to you. “That was not my intention,” He promises, his smile wide.

“What was your intention then?” You ask, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“I wanted to ask you a question should you allow it.”

“We are alone,” You remind him, “We should move inside.”

“Please,” Simon pleads, “It won’t take long.”

You pause your steps. The cool night air settles around you as you wait for Simon to ask his question.

“Why did you never marry?” Simon demands; his eyes blazing with the need to know. “I know you had proposals; Lady Danbury even told me so.”

“There was never anyone good enough,” You confess, fisting your hands in the skirts of your dress to keep yourself from reaching out for him. “I tried. I really tried, but I always found myself thinking of you or wondering about you. Even though you never wrote, I still fell in love with you.”

Simon inhales sharply; not expecting your confession. You hadn’t expected to be so honest, but your heart was in control of your mouth; your mind taking a backseat on this one. Your heart had yearned after this man since you had learned the very definition of the word ‘love’.

“Why did you never write?” You ask, finally verbalising the question that had plagued your mind since the moment he had left.

He remains silent, so you repeat your question with a firmer voice. “Why did you never write, Simon?”

“If I had written to you, I would have come home.”

“Would that have been so bad?”

“I needed to get away, I had to leave. To do that, I had to cut strings with you, or I never would have become the man I am today. I never would have become worthy of you.”

“It is for me to decide whether you are worthy of me, Simon Basset. I have found you worthy of my love since you were ten years old and getting caught hiding a fish in the footmen’s bed if you must know.”

“For that long?” He asks; his voice a mere hoarse gasp as he battles with this new information.

“For that long,” You affirm.

“I always found myself travelling back to you,” Simon admits, “I would be in the furthest corner of the world and my mind would question why you were never by my side. On my last trip, I found myself packing my belongings with you on my mind before I had even made the decision to return home. My father was part of it, I’ll admit. But you… you were the whole reason why I returned to London.”

“What does this mean?” You ask, confused and emotional over the night’s confessions.

“It means I no longer want to travel the world if you are not by my side. It means I want to court you and follow the traditions of society. I have two loves in my life: travel and you.”

“You love me?”

He nods, “I have since I was a teenager.”

“I love you too,” You respond honestly, seeing no reason to lie in a moment like this.

“So,” Simon sighs as your words settle over him like a balm over an open wound, “Shall we do this properly? Courting and the like.”

“I think I would. I think we could start right now,” You whisper, stepping closer to the man who you felt certain was the love of your life.

“Right now?”

You nod you head, smiling widely as you reach for the lapels of his jacket. “I think we could start this very moment with a kiss. What do you think?”

Simon glances from side to side, checking for witnesses, “Only if you promise not to kiss another.”

“I don’t think that would be an issue,” You admit happily, “Kiss me, Simon.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

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