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smalls-words · 2 years

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I Found Her

Summary: @padmeswife requested: So i was thinking of reader and Rebekah being gfs during s3/s4 of tvd and Elena or another person from the gang said shit to Rebekah like she’s holding reader back bc she’s human and isn’t even part of that supernatural world and has all her life ahead of her and she’s putting her in danger so unfortunately Bekah believes that and broke things off in an awful way (cheating) on purpose and then years later...

Pairings: Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: School and all of its drama, vampire x human, vampire family drama. lmk if there's anything else.

Genre: Holy trinity

A/N: Thank you my dear friend for requesting <3

*not my gif*

It was a normal day at Mystic Falls. You had English, Maths and Health before a free period, which you normally just used to grab lunch at the cafe, before coming back for Biology. Everything was quiet, and everything was just as it always was.

Until your eyes fell onto the blonde beauty waiting for you at the front gates.

You grinned as she leapt into your arms, nuzzling her head into your neck on the chilly autumn day. “Hello, my beautiful girlfriend.” You kissed the perfect skin of her cheek.

“Hello, my amazing girlfriend.” She giggled as you pulled away from the hug, just to kiss her softly.

“How was your trip to the Bahamas?” You muttered.

“I almost lost my passport.” She giggled at your wide eyes.

You sighed, pressing your forehead to hers with a small smile. “You are such a clutz sometimes.”

“Don’t I know it.” She snickered, cupping your cheeks to hold you close.

You saw the group of Elena, Bonnie, Caroline and the Salvatore brothers walking towards the gate, smiling when Caroline waved at you. You didn’t know it, but they despised Rebekah, and they didn’t want to shatter your heart by telling you. So, they put up with her, keeping you away from the nitty gritty details of their frenemy relations.

Your first class together was English, so off to room B12 you went. You all sat in your designated seats which your teacher had put in place after some crappy substitute complained. You hated your seat, kind of - the front right corner, which meant you had nobody to talk to but yourself; at least you would always be first one out the door.

Eventually, the time came to do your own work and you put your headphones in, leaving the vampires and witches to talk.

“I swear to God, Rebekah, if you kill or turn Y/N I will kill you myself.” Elena hissed at her softly, her ears catching all of it from the other side of the room.

“Get over yourself, Elena. Not everything is about you.” Rebekah scoffed, her eyes drifting to you.

“She’s not a part of this world. You can’t keep trying to be with her - she will grow old and wonder why you are not, and then when you tell her, she will be terrified. You know she doesn’t handle any horror and supernatural stuff.”

She closed her eyes and ignored the bickering of your friends, focusing entirely on you. The way your heart pumped your deliciously-smelling blood around your body, the love songs that floated into your ears, the way your foot tapped to the beat. How the perfume lingered on your zip-up which she bought both for you, the memories of your contrasting rough calluses on smooth palms touched against her skin.

“You are not good enough for her, Rebekah. You will only be keeping the inevitable from happening.” Stefan whispered next to her, making her turn angrily.

“You don’t know love, even when it stares you in the face.” She snarled, getting up to ‘go to the bathroom’.

You watched her leave, her eyes flickering down to you for just a second, and you knew. You turned to Stefan, mouthing your question, and he simply shrugged.

When she came back, you gently took her hand and gave her a concerned look. She did nothing except assure you she was okay, sitting back down in her chair. You were glad English was a double period, because then you simply had your recess break after instead of splitting off from your girl.

When she walked out of the class to spot you against the wall, she gingerly walked up to you. You cupped her cheek as she leaned into you, your thumb brushing over her skin ever so carefully, like she was made of porcelain.

“Are you okay, Rebekah?” You asked softly.

She nodded silently, taking your hand to kiss your palm. “I’m always okay when I’m with you.”

You blushed at her sweet comment, making her chuckle at the sight of your rosy cheeks. She took your hand and led you to the cafeteria, making sure you ate everything you had designated as recess food.

The rest of your day was spent like that until you had Biology together. Ms. Langford was your favourite teacher because she always did cool experiments, which always helped you understand.

“Today, guys, we will be doing some microscopy to understand cells. Microscopy is just a fancy word for using microscopes.” She chuckled.

“But today’s experiment is unique to every one of you. You will pair up and only one of you will be a part of this experiment because unfortunately, we do not have enough slides. Read your instructions on page 13 in your booklets, and get to it!”

You and Rebekah immediately clasped hands, moving to a microscope after you put goggles on Rebekah since you had your glasses on. You quickly grabbed your booklet from your desk and brought it over, letting her read the method whilst you gathered the required equipment.

Her face almost paled at the sight of the word blood.

“Y/N/N, how about I be the test subject? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” She smiled sheepishly, but you raised an eyebrow at her and read the instructions.

“Bekah, baby, it’s just a pinprick. Besides, Miss has already put our names into the spreadsheet.” You pointed to the projecting spreadsheet, your name with an X beside it to indicate you were the test subject.

Watching you squeeze your blood out onto the slide almost made her want to lick it all up. You smelled so good all the time, so the blood in front of her was almost like smelling freshly-cooked doughnuts - too sweet for her own good.

“There we go!” You cheered to yourself as you slid your slide under the microscope, sucking on your finger whilst you scanned for different cell stages.

By the end of the lesson, Rebekah was famished. She needed blood but she didn’t want it to be yours, so she excused herself from you to get her family’s dinner party ready.

“Can you come over later to help me pick something to wear?” You asked shyly.

Rebekah knew you weren’t very confident in yourself, always a shy thing when it came to asking for help or for fashion choices. She nodded, kissing your cheek. “Of course, darling.”

The evening passed quickly and whilst Caroline, Bonnie and Elena were helpful, they weren’t Rebekah. A knock at your door was answered by Caroline and Elena, with Bonnie helping you out.

“What are you doing here?” Elena scoffed.

“Funnily enough, my girlfriend lives here.” She smirked, looking around inside.

“Can I come in?”

“No.” Elena folded her arms, smirking herself.

“Well, that’s too bad.” Rebekah stepped through the door, closing it behind her.

“How…?” Caroline scoffed.

“Believe it or not, I have been inside of Y/N’s house. And not just for sex.” She gave them a false smile before speeding up the stairs.

“Baby?!”

“In my room!” You called out, to which she entered to see Bonnie glaring at her.

You smiled in relief at the sight of her. “Help me! The girls aren’t very good at telling me what is better.” You grumbled against her chest, your bottom half only covered by black boxers.

She chuckled and brushed away your wispy bits of hair from trying on outfits. “Everybody out, I need to work my magic.”

And work it she did.

The girls had long since left you and Rebekah alone in your house, your parents still on their business trip and planning the next. She held you close in her arms as she lightly swayed with you, preparing to dance with you tonight.

“You’re gonna look so beautiful in that tux, my love.” She murmured by your ear.

“You are literally wearing a green ball gown. I don’t think anybody will be looking at me.” You chuckled, kissing her arm as it rested by your chin.

“Now come on, go get ready at your house.”

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The Mikaelson house was nothing less than a mansion; a mansion you realised you had no place to be in.

Fairy lights were wrapped around the staircase railings, flower bundles were at every corner whilst trays of food were brought around by waiters. The womens’ dresses were outstandingly crafted, some with multiple layers of embroidery whilst others were plain and sleek.

You stepped to the side and tried to ask a few rushing waiters for a glass of champagne, but none of them stopped. You felt yourself shrinking into the shadows of the corner behind you, but a hand on the small of your back caught you.

“You look amazing!” Caroline beamed, looking at your suit.

Your suit jacket was accented with nature embroidery, green and gold carefully woven in to create small birds resting on the ends of branches that swirled all over you. A dark green vest and white undershirt held your chest easily, your pocket square matching the same viridian shade. Your pants had no embroidery on them, unfortunately, but two lines of silk ran down the sides to reach your shining black boots.

“You look beautiful, Care Bear.” You smiled warmly, admiring her dress.

Blue accents ran down the majority of the dress, but a stunning corset made of jewels wrapped around her middle, holding her beautifully. Her hair was held up in a classic princess look, with curled parts framing her face.

“Thank you.” She smiled, looking around.

“Have you seen Klaus? I need to talk to him.”

“I saw him walking towards the bar. Do you want me to come with you?” You offered your hand after sweeping away your hair, which she then took.

You led her to the left towards the bar, pointing out Klaus before she walked straight past him to the bar. You sighed, making your way to Klaus. “Hi. I’m sorry about her, she’s just…”

“Caroline?” He offered, making you chuckle.

“Yeah. But she’s my Care Bear.” You smirked at him.

“Speaking of things that are yours…” He looked up at the stairs, almost compelling your eyes to follow.

You were so glad you did.

“She’s…” You trailed off, unable to describe her.

Rebekah stood next to her brothers with a glass of champagne in hand, her green dress almost looking metallic. Her simple necklace hung in the middle of her chest, her platinum locks parted off-centre which only made you want to kiss her more.

Klaus watched you for a moment, watching every twitch of your muscles as they devoted themselves to admiring his littlest sister. “I’m afraid I have to join her.” He apologised, briefly touching your shoulder before he walked up.

“Welcome. Thank you for joining us.” Elijah announced.

“You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it’s tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance. Tonight’s pick is a century-old waltz, so if all of you could find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom.”

You watched as Rebekah came down the stairs and walked towards you, only to be interrupted by Matt. You didn’t hear what he was saying, but Rebekah took his hand and walked towards the ballroom, so you pretty much knew what was happening.

You stood to the side and pushed away your anger at Matt, simply admiring your girl as she spun around beautifully. She often gave you glances, trying to whisper apologies but Matt would interrupt her.

You felt a hand fall onto your wrist and you turned to see the owner of the house. “Mrs. Mikaelson.”

“Please, darling, call me Esther.” She chuckled. “You’re practically family, since Rebekah seems to be infatuated with you.”

“Hmm.” You hummed, noticing how she looked you up and down.

“I am surprised, however, that you didn’t wear a dress. It is abnormal to see a woman in a tuxedo, much less surpass the bar of standard in one.”

You were surprised at her compliments before she took your hand again. “Tell me, dearie, why should I let you and Rebekah stay together when she doesn’t love you?”

You took your hand away from hers, again, and shook your head. “She does.”

“Oh…” Esther chuckled darkly. “She really doesn’t.”

You looked out onto the dance floor, noticing Rebekah’s wide eyes that stayed focused on you. She eventually broke away from Matt to come towards you, taking your hand and bringing you away from her mother.

“Don’t listen to anything that woman said.” She hissed, gripping your wrists before she kissed you softly.

“You are mine. Nobody will take me away from you. They can try, but they will meet their end.”

You looked up at her and her heart cracked at the sight of your sadness. She led you outside to take a few breaths, leaving you with Caroline as she admired her carriage’s horse.

“Hey, Care Bear.” You smiled, watching her shiver from a cool breeze.

“Here.” You unwound your jacket and gave it to her, to which she thanked you.

“May I?” You getured to the horse.

“He’s Klaus’. So, definitely.” She chuckled, making you smile as you ran your fingers over its hide.

“He’s beautiful.” You murmured.

“Why are you out here, Y/N?”

Rebekah smiled at your relaxing heartbeat before she walked inside to be greeted by Kol. “Where’s your date?” He asked.

“Outside, taking a breather. She’s not comfortable in crowds.” She replied.

He observed his champagne glass. “You’ve changed, Bekah. Settling for mortals is the first sign of weakness.”

“What’s wrong with settling?”

He turned to her. “She will break your heart when she dies. Save it before it’s too late, because you of all people know how quickly a century goes by.”

She watched him walk away, and his plan with Esther had worked. Seeds of doubt sprouted in her mind, growing quickly like creepers on a wall. She would never be able to cope with you gone, but she could never handle the guilt of turning you either.

Elena.

Bonnie.

Caroline.

Stefan.

Damon.

And now, her family.

All of them were right.

Which made her angry.

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You were pretty much the only person who wasn’t hungover at school, the lot of them walking around like zombies whilst you had nothing to complain about.

Except for second period English, which achingly passed since Rebekah wasn’t here. You worked on your analysis of the first few pages of Romeo and Juliet, jotting down notes into your book whilst simultaneously doodling Rebekah’s name in different fonts.

You were already exhausted when the bell rang, but this…

Rebekah kissing Damon was not on your bingo card.

The sound of an increasing heart rate, a familiar heart rate, brought Rebekah out of Damon’s eyes to yours.

Tears that she once wiped away stained your cheeks.

Muffled cries that she used to silence with a kiss were instead silenced by your hoodie sleeve.

And the eyes she once thought were brighter than any jewel she’d come across were dulled with anger, hurt, and betrayal.

“Shit.” She muttered under her breath, shoving Damon away just as the bell went.

You walked straight to your car, your vision blurred until a familiar shape came into view. “Get away from me.” You seethed.

Rebekah had seen you angry, but having it directed at her was a whole new feeling. She wasn’t the one being protected from an asshole - she was the asshole this time.

“Please, baby, it didn’t mean anything-”

“Let go of me!” You growled, stirring up a commotion that brought the attention of your friends.

Elena and Caroline came to you quickly, the blonde holding you close as she guided you to the passenger seat. “I’m driving you home.” She replied when you asked sniffly.

“Be calm.” She compelled you, to which your sniffling stopped and your breathing slowed.

“You do not get to compel her! She is mine!” Rebekah shoved Caroline away, almost tempted to snap her neck but you didn’t know.

You didn’t know anything.

“Please, Y/N, hear me out-”

“What did you do with him?” You asked calmly, even though the personality beneath the compulsion was raging.

She faltered, knowing the true answer but it would break you. You gripped her arm with more strength than she’d felt from you before. “What. Did. You. Do?”

“We had sex.” She answered quickly, kissing your hand afterwards.

“Don’t touch me.” You spat. “Go back to your new boyfriend.”

Stefan came in-between Rebekah and you, pushing her back so you could close and lock the door whilst Caroline got into the driver’s seat. “Don’t, Rebekah. You deserve this.”

“Me? What about all of you? Saying that I can’t have her because she doesn’t know? I want to tell her!” She screamed, ripping Stefan’s sleeves.

“She can’t handle it!” He yelled back.

“Rebekah.” Elena grabbed her attention. “I have known Y/N all of my life. She would never be able to handle knowing about this world. She is safer being as oblivious as our neighbours.”

Rebekah’s anger slowly faded as the truth sank in. Tears pricked her eyes and she watched your car speed off towards your house, her knees buckling before they hit the ground.

“I just wanted someone to love…”

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The small house by the beach could be comparable to the shack that was in Harry Potter. Rebekah didn’t mind; she didn’t need much. It had been fifteen years since she’d last seen you, heard from you, and touched you.

But not once had she never thought of you.

She wondered what you had done with your life. Have you achieved your dreams? Was Mystic Falls, and consequently her, gone from your mind? If you saw her, would you kiss her or kill her?

Then… a message. From Marcel.

I found her.

Three words were all it took for her to run back to Mystic Falls to find Marcel.

“Where is she?” Was the only question she had before he pointed her towards The Salvatore Boarding School for the Young & Gifted.

She drove over, contemplating every word she’d say. Would she apologise for being gone? For her actions? Would you ignore her pleas and cries for mercy?

The sight of the school brought back memories of that foul day, the house no less changed than her beauty. She saw witches, werewolves and vampires all mixed together, learning the things she used to learn - as well as some specifics for themselves.

But the sight of you would always be something that took her breath away.

Your grown shape on the school’s football field still held some semblance of your younger times with her, a similar curvature to your stance. But your eyes held something different this time. Something she understood.

You turned around at a familiar scent, one that you never would have thought of all those years ago. But now that it was back, that she was back, you knew.

“And just what do you think you’re doing here?” You spoke plainly, knowing she’d hear you.

She didn’t speed down to you. She needed as much time as possible to articulate her sentences, to find the words you deserved to hear.

But a few steps was all that were needed for you to hold up a finger at her to wait. You told the football captain that he was in charge of training now, walking back up the steps to pass Rebekah.

“Come on. All visitors must have a sticker.” You explained.

She followed you. She would never not do so again.

The small cafe was just as delightful as Rebekah remembered, memories of getting you lunch whilst you suffered with your period or getting ice-cream after an exam. Life used to be breathed into this place by her actions, but she was now unfamiliar with it.

“Sit. Please.” You gestured to the chair you’d pulled out.

“Stop. Just… stop.” She put her flat hand out to you, watching you stop.

“I need a minute.”

She did sit down in the chair, as did you in yours, but she said nothing for five minutes. You were patient, beyond what you used to be capable of. Your scent was not the same, your smile had shortened and matured.

Your heart no longer pumped like it used to.

“Who bit you?”

“Not the first question I’d expect from you, but alright.” You sat up, your shirt allowing her to see what exactly the transition specialised for you.

“Kol did. Three nights after you left, he bit me.”

“I’m going to kill him.” Rebekah seethed.

“Too late. I already did.” You sipped on your coffee, thanking the waitress for it.

She watched you peel off your jacket to reveal your sleeveless top, tattoos dotting along your skin. “You got them.” She murmured.

She couldn’t take it. Her heart was yearning for you, she needed you.

“Are you still living at home?” She quickly asked.

“Yes. After I drained Mum and Dad dry, I got the house.” You replied easily.

Now, her heart begged. Do it now.

Within the blink of an eye, you were sitting on the marble countertop of your kitchen and Rebekah was kissing you. Your shirt was clenched within her fists, her eyebrows furrowed as tears began to pour.

“I couldn’t save you… I couldn’t keep you safe…” She murmured against your lips.

“I failed you, my love.”

You took her hands and gently rubbed your thumbs over her knuckles, easing their hold on your shirt. You brought them together and into your lap, watching her tears spill over her cheeks.

“Bekah, I… I can’t.”

Her heart shattered.

“W-What? But… Y/N, I still love you. I always have.”

You sniffled, not looking at her. “You hurt me.”

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t…” Her broken voice ached in your empty soul.

“Rebekah Mikaelson.”

She watched a single tear follow the shape of your nose. She knew she didn’t deserve more, but she wanted to see how many tears it took for you to tell her you still loved her.

“If you still want to be with me… I need to learn that you won’t break me.” You stated firmly, setting the boundary.

She nodded. “I won’t.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, your sigh evident. “Rebekah, I don’t need your words. I need your actions.”

She nodded again. “What can I do first?”

You smiled, holding her hand in yours before you shook it. “Hi. I’m Y/N L/N. Are you new around here?”

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atherix · 1 year

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hello aci, critically important midnight lore question. what are everyones (mumbo, scar, grian, and anyone else you would like) favorite chores to do? (cooking, laundry, dishes, etc) and what chores (if any) would they rather dive into life threatening danger to avoid? on the off chance this is a repeat question sorry orz

Hi Chel!! <3

Oh this is a fun question :o Hmmm

Scar likes cooking, as we know by now, and would rather punt himself into the sun than do laundry (technology is pretty set back in this world so most laundry is done by hand, which Scar despises, but redstone machines are notorious for the redstone failing if the machine gets wet so redstone washers are generally seen as absolute rubbish). He hates how his hands get all pruney and go numb and afterwards they're all dry and stuff from the detergents and he ALWAYS manages to burn himself on the iron when ironing the clothes and he just despises laundry, really...

Mumbo enjoys dusting and sweeping/mopping and organizing things- he finds it calming and gives him time to think- but would rather set himself on fire than put his hands in dishwater. (He is determined to design and make a dishwasher that won't destroy the redstone components but everyone knows redstone + water is usually disastrous...) Dishwater is yucky, we all know this, but he's loathe to waste water by keeping the tap running.

Grian actually likes laundry- his talons means less wrinkly prune-feeling and his talons don't go numb from running the clothes across a washboard, and he likes the sound it makes. Because laundry's a long process at this point (again, pre-machinery, electricity is still relatively new in this world and redstone + water = bad) he likes to do it at a time when Mumbo is still asleep and Scar is either also asleep or working. Unlike Scar and Mumbo, he actually doesn't mind any chores- as long as he's not the only one doing them. Unless it's laundry, he will actively shoo the others away from laundry. It's the one chore he thoroughly enjoys. (Luckily Mumbo isn't overly attached to laundry bc the moment Grian moved in he took over LMAO)

Mmm as for others... Tubbo doesn't like doing ANY chores, but if he had to pick one it'd be taking out the trash- quick and easy. The one chore he absolutely hates, though- the one he would rather go back to Midnight Alley than do would have to be cleaning the bathroom. Scrubbing the sink, the bathtub, the toilet- he despises it. Definitely bribed someone else to do it when it appeared on his chores list for the week when he was a teen.

Cub doesn't particularly enjoy any specific chore (partly because, you know, he's the King's assistant and doesn't DO chores). This man here does less chores than a literal PRINCE (Scar) and LORD (Mumbo) and GOD (Grian) what the fuck

Lizzie is an "all the chores!!" type person but in reality she, too, enjoys cooking and hates washing dishes. Joel is indifferent to chores in general, and would rather help Lizzie cook, but he washes dishes bc Lizzie doesn't like doing it. So I guess his favorite chore is "help Lizzie/make Lizzie happy" 😌

Jimmy and Scott...... absolutely hire someone to come and clean their house once a week. They're old enough to have enough money to rival Mumbo, I think. Not Cleo, but at least Mumbo. All their chores are done at their bakery, and their favorite chore is definitely setup for the next day. Their least favorite chores are wiping down the counters where the dough was BEING prepared (Jimmy) and washing the dishes (pans and mixing bowls and stuff) (Scott).

Cleo... has other people to do chores. She's there to conduct business, manage the Coven, teach younger/newer Vampires, etc, household chores are generally performed by second, third and fourth tier Coven members (Lord's Turnlings/children, Coven Vampires (unrelated to the Lord) and Coven non-Vampires). However if we include the above among her "chores" then her favorite is teaching new Vampires how to... well... Vampire. And she would rather wrestle a basilisk than deal with the fucking Council-

BDubs likes gardening, of course. He loves maintaining the grounds of their Coven house and connecting with his Fae side. He basically helps support Cleo in his day to day life and also highly dislikes dealing with the Council, but I don't think he'd rather put himself in mortal danger than do it

Etho fucks off so much that he gets away with doing pretty much nothing one might consider a chore. Mans is just "peace out *gone*" and the sweeping's still not done. He brings new seeds home for BDubs' garden and unique and new food for the Coven Humans, though- he enjoys that.

Joe is banned from doing chores.

Ren loves doing ANY chore because he makes a game out of it, and often drags Martyn into it with him. Martyn enjoys anything to do with Renchanting and at least tolerates all other chores, but he hates cleaning the bathtub after a full moon because Ren is such a fucking puppy that when he transforms into a feral wolf with no sense of humanity left in him, instead of trying to hunt he demands Play In Water/Bath Times and thE DRAIN IS FULL OF FUR REN WHAT THE F-

Pearl hated sweeping and mopping. She just did, no real reason. She would rather fight god than sweep. Her favorite chore was to run errands, bc it got her out of the Palace for a few hours.

Grim is a typical 14 year old and groans any time you ask her to do anything (but she's also traumatized responsible and does it anyway). She haaaaaates making beds, because sheets just don't cooperate and you have to do them every day and even change them out which means fighting with sheets again and just- yeah.

Anyway I hope this vitally important Midnight Lore serves you well my friend <3

#ask #midnight series #MidnightLore #posting with friends #The Vault #<3 #long post

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montcumbry-gaytor · 2 years

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A Bullet with Butterfly Wings p3

A/N : I'm back bc I do actually enjoy writing this in the midst of playing overwatch and genshin 💀

A/N : Pronouns are He/Him

A/N : FEM ALIGNED DNI

A/N : yk the drill this is an OC story but very few details will be used in writing him so it can be read as a x reader </3

Chapter Index

Warnings : Smoking, Death, S/H

Shooting up from your bed, coughing up whatever plagued your lunges from smoking, a mixture of pain and sleep teared in your eyes.

"Ah fuck.."

You whispered, wiping your hand on the band t-shirt you wore, wheezing out a light breath as you wiped tears from your face, rolling out of bed unwillingly.

Eyeing the balcony you sighed, turning away from it to the bathroom, undressing and tossing your dirty clothes into a little basket in the corner.

Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you eyed yourself, little scars still showed, and your heart ached, haunted by the hurt of your younger years.

Running a hand over the scars, the little bumps felt huge to you, it'd always be something you'd wish to never happen.

But you turned away from the mirror, leaning over the tub / shower combo to turn the water on and let it run warm before stepping in and pulling the stopper near the tap upwards so the water would run to the shower head.

Stepping into the shower, the water hit your head as you turned, letting your back face the head of the shower.

after deciding your hair was wet enough, you pumped some shampoo into your hand and sat the bottle back on the edge of the tub, taking the shampoo in your hand and running it through your hair.

It was calming, the sensation of water running through tense and hurting muscle and bone, the gentle scrubbing throughout your scalp felt nice, it reminded you of how your grandma used to bathe you when you were smaller.

Letting the shampoo run out of your hair, you took a washcloth with soap lathered into it and ran it over your body, the scent gathering with the steam of the shower, your head felt empty.

You took your time to take care of yourself as much you could, stepping out of the shower and drying yourself off, deodorant, drying your hair and leaving it a bit damp.

All a part of the norm, slipping on a simple pair of jeans and a thin long sleeve, and your regular coat over it, slipping socks on and then your boots, choosing to abandon the cigarettes you frequently kept in your room.

Quickly making a cup of coffee and storing it in a little thermos, as well as carrying the little book you had been reading with you downstairs with your keys.

Turn on the lights, for a first, not trusting yourself to walk in the dark anymore, and setting your belongings down on that simple desk, unlocking the front door, opening the curtains.

It seemed calm outside, no rain, just sun peeking through clouds and peering onto the streets.

It reminded you of a song you've heard, your dad was probably the one to play it, he liked rock and metal a lot, one thing you could get behind.

Day going as usual once more, often times in the quiet you thought over last night with Eric, your heart sank thinking about what he's been through, you'd like to visit Shelly's grave one day if you'd manage to find it, fresh flowers can be found easily.

A door opening shook you out of your thoughts, looking up to see a regular with book in hand, you chatted, eventually taking the book and sitting it on a little trolley with a pile of others, which you would eventually put away.

Had the regular left, you took a gentle sip of coffee, still hot as it stayed in it's thermos, being careful not to burn your tongue.

Logging into your computer, you registered the book back into the database, so if someone came looking for it you could tell you had it, and bless the database for existing because you did not want to scavenge through shelves for a book.

The little clock on your desk showed to be around 5pm, finding yourself with the energy, you picked yourself up from the desk and grabbed the buggy of books, rolling them to their designated places.

Finding the trolley empty, you rolled it back to your desk, finding none other than Eric sitting on your desk, his Crow resting on the monitor of your computer.

"I didnt expect you to be here early." You said, smiling at him, finding his company not as bad as you were worried about.

"I have a friend to talk to in my lonely life, where else would I go?"

Eric said, grinning back at you with a smile you found to be endearing, kicking his feet like a child.

"I'd figure with how you found me you'd be more social, am I just special?"

Eric laughed, but no response, it bugged you to not have an answer but you blew it off as you meant it only as a joke.

"If you need company I can close early, no harm in it."

You said, looking at him as you leaned on your locked trolley, eyeing his Crow which stared back at you, for such a mysterious bird, it was cute, it suited Eric.

"We can actually leave my house you know, I'm not bound to this place."

You added, eyeing at him for an answer, Eric grinned at you like a idea sparked in him, you worried a little.

"I'll take it as a yes."

Eyeing around the library, you rubbed your eyes In grief, grabbing your thermos of coffee and book.

"I'm gonna have to put this shit away before we go anywhere, I'll be right back."

You said, trusting Eric not to crash the place while you put things away, rushing up the stairs and into your room, leaving your relatively empty cup of coffee in the sink for you to wash at a later time and your book on your bed.

And back down you went, finding Eric off your desk and crow on shoulder, his posture and silohuette was interesting and unique.

'what a man..'

"Am I just that attractive or did you forget something?"

"I forgot that I needed to bring duct tape so I could shut you up."

You joked, locking up the front door before guiding him to the back door where you shut the lights of the library out, opening the back door and leading him out before shutting it behind you and locking it.

"I'm gonna show you some things you've never seen before."

A/N : no nice note head empty I'm gonna make the next chapter super cute and gay and IM GONNA LIKE IT

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F1 Drivers in Performing Arts

ok so i was bored and sorting people into like HS/small college performing arts is my equivalent to buzzfeed harry potter house quizzes or whatever. if there are any kindred spirits out there that were in orchestra/choir/drama, i'm sorry in advance for butchering the art that you love.

is this an au? kinda. will i write anything for this? probably not. why are there a disproportionate amount in marching band? because it's the best.

Starting with Musical Theater!

fair warning that i really don't know a thing about what actually happens in theater, so everything is based off of second-hand accounts from actual drama nerds.

Charles:

has never not gotten the male lead

Ever.

the director actually just won’t choose a musical if male lead role isn’t A. written for tenor and B. containing least 3 solo numbers

has the voice of an angel but isn’t actually a great actor or dancer

kinda looks like he doesn’t wanna be on stage when he’s not singing?

naturally talented singer (broadway style)

didn’t start taking vocal lessons until after he got his first lead role

“anyway here’s wonderwall” self-taught pianist

if he’s in a room with a piano you have 3 minutes before he’s playing river flows in you

takes saving his voice on show week extremely seriously

“we can’t read lips dude do you want chocolate milk or powerade with your lunch today”

Fernando:

vocal captain

also in choir

tenor

told the choir director he would quit if he had to be leadership there as well

does more in rehearsal than the actual director and is bitchy as hell about it

“nice of you to finally show up! the show is dogshit, no one can sing, and first tech run is on thursday!”

decides most of the casting himself

gets into immediate and pointless power struggles with the musical director whenever they have an orchestra

bitter arguments over how many vamps and what tempo to take

in the end pit just plays exactly like the recording drama’s been using to rehearse lol

doesn’t ever audition so he’s always ensemble

thinks memorizing lines is stupid and too much trouble

Oscar:

sound/lighting design

also does tech work for dance and drama

the guy reading cues during runs

tom-and-jerry avoiding the director asking him to be stage manager bc he doesn't want to actually come to regular rehearsals

into music production/sound engineering (not the beat making kind)

french horn 3 in concert band

has worn the same bow tie to every concert since he was 12

in woodwind quintet instead of brass quintet like a weirdo

permanent feature on the caught lacking/napping instagram

has been documented sleeping in:

bathrooms

theater catwalks

the prop room

the tech booth

all 4 music libraries

a tuba case

Bottas:

does dance (contemporary/jazz/tap, not ballet)

choreographs most of the show

successfully convinced the director to do newsies at some point cuz he wanted to do a tap number really bad

also snuck a jazz square into an ensemble number of les mis once

so bad at singing that fernando gave up and told to lip-sync every time he’s on stage

winning the idgaf war

shows up to rehearsal once a week and if people are goofing off he just leaves

has a noninteraction policy with the stage manager and makes the dance captains go between if there’s issues

#f1 #performing arts au #my self-indulgent hyperspecific aus

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Apartment Construction: How To Do The Quality Check

It is important to check the construction quality when looking at properties for sale in Port Coquitlam, BC. Whether you’re searching for a contemporary apartment or a townhouses for sale in coquitlam bc, a comprehensive quality inspection can prevent future hassles and costs. This blog guides you through conducting a quality check on apartment buildings.

Ways to evaluate the quality of your apartment construction

Here are a few indicators of your dream home’s overall construction quality.

Type of soil: This is a strange yet highly crucial part of the quality inspection of the building. Every construction starts with the soil test, and the kind of soil plays a critical role in determining the building’s strength. Certain significant soil types are insufficient for supporting tall buildings; it doesn’t matter how strong the construction is.

Structural design: Another crucial factor to consider during quality inspections is a tower’s fundamental structural architecture. The design and composition of the walls, beams, columns, and roofing determine the stability and strength of the construction. The structure’s layout should guarantee the tower’s extreme strength and safety.

Plastering quality: When evaluating the residential property’s building quality, you should look for gaps in the wall plastering. One aspect that most house hunters tend to overlook is this one. There may be paintable fissures in the bottom portion of the walls or the corners of certain residential buildings. If you are buying an older residential property, this is an essential consideration.

Efficiency in Energy Use: Determine the HVAC system’s energy efficiency. Energy efficiency is a desirable quality for purchasers viewing homes for sale in port coquitlam bc. Systems that are efficient can save a lot of money on utilities and increase comfort.

Efficiency in Energy Use: Determine the HVAC system’s energy efficiency. Systems that are efficient can save a lot of money on utilities and increase comfort. Energy efficiency is a desirable quality for purchasers viewing homes for sale in Port Coquitlam, BC.

Fixtures and fittings: This point impacts the residents’ degree of comfort. Thus, while visiting a ready-to-move-in property, make sure to inspect the quality of the bathroom fixtures, including the taps, toilet, sink, and drainage pipes, as well as whether all of the fittings and fixtures are operating smoothly. This is a crucial inspection for townhouses for sale in Coquitlam because plumbing problems may be expensive and inconvenient.

Concrete mix: Since it establishes a building’s ability to support its weight, concrete mix is one of the key elements affecting the overall life of any construction.

Seepage Test: Do not wipe after spilling a full bucket of water in the restroom. If seepage patches appear after one to two hours, the floor joints are defective. One of the crucial tasks to complete before deciding to purchase a home is to inspect the quality of the building of residential properties. You can assess the quality of any property by paying attention to the previously listed elements.

Accreditation: Ensure that the building has passed all required inspections and has the necessary certifications. Because purchasers of townhouses for sale Coquitlam will want assurance of compliance and quality, this is particularly crucial.

Conclusion

Making a wise investment requires examining the properties being considered for house for sale in coquitlam bc canada. Whether you’re looking to buy an apartment or a townhouse in Coquitlam, these inspections may help ensure that your future home is secure, long-lasting, and comfy. If you take the time to check and confirm the quality of construction, you’ll have peace of mind and long-term protection for your investment. If you’re thinking about buying property in this stunning area, working with an experienced real estate agent can also offer extra advice and help all along the way.

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Villeroy & Boch to present Antao at ISH

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Kitchen and Bathr News: Villeroy & Boch to present Antao at ISH

Villeroy & Boch to present Antao at ISH For Villeroy & Boch, the focus for 2023 is its milestone 275th anniversary and it is launching this anniversary year with extensive bathroom solutions for ISH…

Since its foundation in 1748, Villeroy & Boch has combined tradition and innovation, heritage and modernity, always with a commitment to design and quality. With the launch of an extensive range of taps & fittings in Europe and a new designer collection encompassing all product areas, the brand is consolidating its position as an all-round supplier for high-quality bathrooms. 2023 marks the start of a new era in bathroom design for the company and Villeroy & Boch is celebrating the dawning of this new era at ISH Frankfurt and online at the Villeroy & Boch Innovation Days.

Georg Lörz, Director Bathroom and Wellness, views the digital Villeroy & Boch Innovation Days and ISH as ideal complementary platforms to present and bring to life the comprehensive product portfolio. “With our broad presence and our hybrid presentation of new products, we are everywhere trade, retail, planners and architects expect to find us,” said Lörz. “Our partners can experience all the exhibition highlights live and at any time of their choosing. We are looking forward to this shared experience.”

To accompany the opening of the exhibition, all new products, 360° views, virtual exhibition tours, inspiring presentations and much more will be available on the Innovation Days platform. Access will still be possible after the close of the trade fair.

In addition, to mark the company’s 275th anniversary, Villeroy & Boch is perpetuating a long tradition of designer cooperations and presenting Antao, a collection developed by the design duo kaschkasch that transforms the bathroom into a holistic space with a natural and harmonious look. The new range of taps & fittings coordinates perfectly with all Villeroy & Boch collections and will make bathroom planning even easier in the future. Embracing the past while looking into the future, a special anniversary edition of the classic Hommage collection pays tribute to the brand’s history.

Villeroy & Boch is one of our Recommended Suppliers and regularly features in our Supplier News section of the website. If you are interested in becoming one of our Recommended Suppliers, please email Katy Phillips.

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Frequently Asked Questions

What kind of kitchen backsplash is in style?

For modern kitchens, a full-height backsplash is the best. If you prefer something more traditional, a subway tile backsplash is a good choice. For a rustic look, a brick or stone backsplash might be the best choice. It’s all about personal preference and what suits your kitchen the best.

What is the 5-zone kitchen?

The 5-zone kitchen is an innovative design that allows for more efficient cooking with less space. It has five different cooking areas. These include a sink area (with stove), a stove and fridge area, as well as a food preparation zone and a dining area. This allows each chef to have their very own work area and eliminates the need to share a large kitchen with many appliances.

German kitchen designer Maximil invented the 5-zone kitchen, often used in European-style kitchens. Families who wish to save time and money by cooking together can benefit from this 5-zone kitchen.

These are some important things to remember if you are thinking about a 5-zone cooking area for your home. First, you will need enough space to accommodate all five zones. The kitchen must be well ventilated in order to prevent lingering odors and fumes. Third, kitchen layouts should allow for easy movement within each zone.

A 5-zone kitchen can provide a stylish, efficient, and beautiful option for those who are looking to make their kitchen more modern. If planned properly, the 5-zone kitchen can be a wonderful addition to any house.

What are the benefits of the 5-zone kitchen?

The 5-zone Kitchen has many benefits.

Improved efficiency: Each cook has their space to work in which reduces the need for multiple appliances to be moved.

more stylish – the 5-zone kitchen is often used in European-style kitchens, which can add a touch of elegance to your home;

Better ventilation – Each zone is properly ventilated to prevent lingering odors and fumes in the kitchen.

improved layout – the kitchen layout should be such that it allows for easy movement between each zone.

If you are looking for a more stylish and efficient kitchen, the 5-zone kitchen could be a good option. With proper planning, it can be a great addition to any home.

Can a stove and refrigerator be side by side?

You can have them side by side as long as there is enough room. This is not a good design practice in kitchen design. This can lead to wasted space and cramped kitchens. Having the stove and refrigerator placed in different kitchen areas is much better. This makes it easier to work efficiently and gives the kitchen a larger feel.

How long does a kitchen renovation take to complete?

After the cabinets are built, the work should take no more than three weeks. However, the design and/or custom cabinet manufacturing can take months. The whole process can take several month from start to completion.

How do you remodel a kitchen in your home?

Plan your kitchen remodel. Decide what to change and how much to spend.

Locate a contractor. Compare bids from different contractors to find the one you feel most comfortable.

Demolition. This is the fun bit! You can remove the countertops and appliances.

Installation. Installation.

Final touches. Add some finishing touches like paint or new hardware, and your kitchen remodel will be complete!

What are the downsides to an open-concept kitchen design?

Privacy is the biggest problem. An open-concept, open-concept kitchen makes it impossible to conceal the mess from guests. You might also find that guests may be disturbed by the smells of cooking. If there is no designated cooking or eating area, an open kitchen can be difficult to clean. If you don’t have a lot of space, an open concept kitchen may not be the best option.

Statistics

According to Burgin, some hinges have this feature built-in, but it’s an add-on cost for other models of about $5 retail, adding up to $350 to $500 for an entire kitchen, depending on size. (hgtv.com)

In large firms, the commission charged by the GC ranges from 15 to 25 percent of the total job cost. (thespruce.com)

Keep 10 to 25 percent of List 2, depending on the budget. (familyhandyman.com)

Followed by cabinet cost, labour, and appliance costs consume 20 percent each of your budget. (hgtv.com)

Experts also recommend setting aside 20 percent of your budget for surprises, including unpleasant demolition discoveries. One is water damage, the electricity that is not up to code, or other budget-spiking gotchas. (hgtv.com)

External Links

thespruce.com

Open Floor Plan: History and Pros and Cons

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Choosing Kitchen Appliances | HGTV

HGTV: How to Create a Kitchen that’s Great for Entertaining

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How To

How to design your kitchen layout

While there’s no right or wrong layout for your kitchen, you can choose specific layouts that work well in particular spaces. Here are some suggestions for designing a kitchen that is best suited to your space.

Start with the essentials. First, determine what you require in your kitchen. Decide what can go without. You may not require a large oven or stove if you don’t cook a lot.

Take into account the traffic flow. Consider how your family uses the space and how it flows. You’ll need to allow enough space for people to move around and not get in the way of others.

Maximize storage. The third step in optimizing storage is to maximize your kitchen layout. This includes both food storage, and cookware storage. You want everything to be organized and easily accessible.

Incorporate your style. The fourth step is to incorporate your personal style into the kitchen layout. This includes everything including countertops and cabinets, flooring, and appliances. Choose finishes and materials that reflect you style.

Work with a professional. Working with a professional kitchen designer is the fifth step. A professional kitchen designer can help you design a layout that suits all your needs and fits well in your space.

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Hi! May I take part on your free readings, please?

Hmmm... about me, I'm recently playing Animal Restaurant again and I think it's very fun. I love cute animals and food but I hate when a character comes to steal, someone orders food that I can't unlock or stinks the whole place lol (I usually don't notice bc I'm tapping as fast as I can to get customers)

If there's a song (or at least one I really like) is Momotaro by Wednesday Campanella. The tale is also very lively, imagine being born from a peach (is like Kaguya being born from bamboo)

And my fav flower could be lilly of the valley, I would like to have a tattoo with some

If it's okay, it would be nice if clairvoyance or tarot is used. The questions are:

1. What's my ideal career?

2. How will be my life in three years?

3. Am I with my future spouse? (Most of the time I've had readings that sound like him)

Thank you!!!

Thank you for allowing me to read for you! Please send feedback letting me know how accurate the mentions of your current situation are and how things play out for you❤️

I see you working somewhere quiet. you’re at a desk in a bedroom on a rainy day. it’s possible you live in the uk, ireland, or somewhere near there. the colors of the room are a soft pink and orange with some white, beige, and browns. you work for yourself or a small company. possibly a freelance copywriter or graphic designer. things feel cozy and peaceful. you are on a call with someone who speaks softly. it is rare that you speak to people over the phone. i see you doing mainly writing. this feels creative and peaceful to you. maybe you’re writing a book in your spare time. your boyfriend makes you coffee in the kitchen for when you get off your call to take a break soon.

page of swords, the lovers, knight of swords - it will feel very fresh and inspiring. things seem balanced and warm. in a commuted relationship—engaged to be married very soon to someone you’ve known for awhile. lots of projects and activities. you are always moving on to something new. very intellectually stimulated. possibly back in school or taking a random history of poetry course.

strength - i’m psyching myself out with this one… it feels like you’ve got your eye on someone and you desperately want it to be them so you’re bringing up the topic all the time and sticking yourself to their side like one of those annoying dryer sheets you find up your butt halfway through the day and the experience of finding it completely sours your mood for the rest of the evening. more than an answer, this card feels like a warning sign for you to be patient and chill the fuck out. i’m hearing something about enjoying the present moment instead of worrying about where things are going. i’m seeing you having a boyfriend right now where you’ve been around each other for awhile but the romantic relationship is fairly new, think 3 or 4 months ish, and you keep talking about marriage. not even asking him to marry you directly, but asking him for his hypothetical opinion on wedding cakes or showing him your pinterest board of dresses and rings and it’s freaking him out to the point of wanting to break up with you. your energy feels very frantic and fluttery like a bumblebee and he’s afraid of being stung. i see him shutting down emotionally, wanting to spend way less time with you, and making excuses to be at a friends house overnight or throughout the weekend. maybe he’s planning a trip without you. do you guys live together? did you just move in together within the past couple of months? i’m seeing two toothbrushes on the bathroom sink and you talking with a mouthful of toothpaste while he’s taking a dump so maybe it’s not a new relationship but a new living situation? unless you were friends for awhile and things moved way too quickly so you’re already living together within the first 6 months of making it official. those are the words i’m hearing from his head btw “way too quickly”. you need to be more patient.

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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can you please do headcanons for young sirius black x reader fic where reader has really bad anixety attacks where sometimes she feels nauseous

breathe with me

sirius black x gender neutral!reader

summary: sirius helps you through an anxiety attack.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: MENTIONS OF VOMITING!!, mentions of gagging, anxiety/anxiety attack, over stress, mentions of digging nails into your palms (borderline indications), mentions of failing school/exams, migraines, mentions of pain killers, mentions of feeling gross, possible insecurity, sirius comforting reader

a/n: so i turned this into a fic rather than hc’s because i felt like i could portray it better through a fic. also dedicated to isa ( @acosmis-t ) my love bc i cant write so thank u baby for helping me !

“Argh.” You piercingly groaned with a hand lowered to your febrile forehead, a feverish burn arising to the skin. The day had steadily been cut close to the final bell. Your Transfiguration exam had finally been completed and not without weary, of course. The prior nights you had been found asleep with drool pooling down your tear-tainted cheek and your talons promptly sunken into your palms as a desperate endeavour to relieve your stress. (Although it had not been the best choice, and at some points rather painful)

The piling books glared fiercely at you in the library till Madam Pince undoubtedly had to beckon you away, so you could sufficiently rest. Indeed then, your unconscious mind was piled in dreadful dreams (More-so nightmares) regarding critical failure and your pleaded requests to Mcgonagall, so you could re-attempt your failed exams.

Your polished nails had been essentially glued to your pearly teeth, chomping at the rarebit till there was nothing left to bite. The strums of your heart steadily increased as the last final students had cautiously worked on their assessments. You had patiently waited, subtly noticing your brawny throat becoming excessively dry as well as well as your diaphragm contracting by the minor second, an indistinguishable bile substance threatening to overtake the taste buds on your parched tongue.

A small, minuscule tap in the nape of your skull had increased to small needles swimming around your brain while the time ticked.

Sirius had been sitting in Charms flipping away at ‘Quidditch Through the Ages’ anxiously as he had to withhold himself from darting nervously out of his class and inquire how you were feeling with a knowing sense of how the rest of the day would take place. He had been made quite aware of your particular issue in the Third Year when you had disgorged your lunch, Shepherd's Pie that you had previously eaten had been hurled onto his Oxford’s his noble family spent a pretty penny to purchase.

At McGonagall's constructive dismissal, you had collected your materials and begun to walk cautiously through the corridors with your books clutched eagerly to your chest.

A slight increase in your breaths began to inflate your lungs and the steadily increasing heart strums became an overwhelming palpitation deafening your ears. Your heart had battered in your chest; nearing closer, and closer to your dormitory. Your hands had begun to develop a slight tremor at the anxious vibrations poisoning your blood, whilst your vision began to mildly obscure. You needed a moment to recollect yourself, a minute to breathe.

You had murmured a small, ‘Fairy Lights’ to the portrait before trudging up the stairs and colliding into the dormitory. The hinges had creaked whilst you abruptly had shut the door, luckily nobody was present to allegedly witness your exertion. Your bedroom had frequently remained tidy, a typical symptom of your anxiety that had obsessively pursued you to attempt your very hardest, even better than your very hardest, at everything and anything.

You had stood center in your room venturing for the hostile seizing in your bones to cease for at least a moment. Your chest had felt tight, like a tensed muscle that had been pulled after an unusually hard sport.

You had walked toward your window and back Window, and back. Window, and back. Again, Again and Again.

Your nails are placed between the mild edges of your teeth. The cavern of your mouth almost feeling obstructed by the bile mingling around with your parched throat. At the incessant pacing of your feet, there had been a remaining thud in your thick skull adding to your misery.

The small gust of wind was the singular audible sound in the dormitory as one of your dorm mates had abandoned it open. Your brain had felt like it swelled beyond generating capacity now your mild dehydration was too obvious to ignore like you had planned to do. You had deliberated with your eyes closed and your face contorted into a frown, you would’ve had to trudge to the kitchens for a possible amount of comfort in your state. You had groaned again, your hand promptly placed over your face, as you traipsed across the room, attempting to comfort yourself, in a sense.

Perhaps some painkillers spewed on the bathroom counter that you had previously taken before your exam could help you. Your neck had begun to sear in heat the hair that was almost clung to your nape, you raised your heavy eyelids halfway only for them to fall shut a twinging pain beginning to naturally arise behind your optics. You huffed with a minuscule gag, too much effort it would take to stroll around the school in the huffing state you were currently in, a migraine still revelling in your mind. Maybe later, you thought with a creased brow. You had heard the hinges creak again, incorrectly assuming one of your dorm mates had been back. Except your dorm mates didn’t possess the baritone of a burly male.

“Y/n” He whispered tenderly, attempting not to disturb your pacing.

“Not now.”

He had partaken notice to your mindful scratches against your neck, continuously pulling up the hair only for it to fall once more. You had paused for a moment with a tremor in your finger that was trapped between your teeth. A familiar distortion of torture wrapping around your throat like a snake that was threatening to suffocate you; your respires heavier and more frequent. He had begun speaking, a blubber of words escaping his trachea. Yet, all jumbled like alphabet soup in your brain between his dismembered sentences.

You suspired heavily in frustration, “Just— Shut up! Please.” You begged in exasperation. Still prying your hair from your neck, you stood frozen, discontentment building in your system.

He had noticed the black hair tie absentmindedly clung to his wrist whenever you had asked for one. Steadily walking towards your paused figure he had gathered your hair in the tie, your neck feeling the refreshing air against it; a slight relief applied against your skin. You promptly initiated to remove your robe, there was a warm discerning grip on your body overheating your arms as well as your midriff due to the uniform.

With a violent tremor in your fingers, you started grasping at the buttons, a mild frustration initiating at the fact you couldn’t pop them open due to the recurrent quiver in your digits. Sirius had removed your hands from your robe, hastily unbuttoning it before you hurled it aside.

“How 'bout we go to the bathroom, Hmm?” He cooed while beckoning you into the bathroom, noticing the tremor in your body as well as your fidgeting fingers that were twiddling between each other. He had turned the sink on, switching the handle left where a blue spot differentiated the colours. Delicately, he grasped your trembling wrists and ran them beneath the cooling water. “Just… Feel gross.”You murmured to yourself as he ran a few fingers under the downpour, placing his frigid fingers behind your neck.

Your shoulders faintly shrugged at the sensation while he turned off the water and let your hands air dry, helping you not feel solidified by anything. During his movement, you had grasped onto his fingers where a few heirloom rings had fit snugly on his fingers, “Tell me about them.” This was a technique he had created in an effort of distraction at the uprising feelings of disgust for yourself bound to erupt at any moment.

“There’s a B, I guess. Erm, engraving, swirls and stuff…” You trailed off while attempting to decipher the designs in the ring that was on his forefinger.“S’too much! Just wanna— Dunno, not feel like this anymore!”

He had partaken scrutiny to your physical tics as well as your body language, with a faint clutch on two of your fingers he had hauled you to the very center of your dormitory. Within a few inches of each other, he had mauled your hand over his sternum. You felt the heavy respires in his chest as well as the vibrations melding with your palm as he spoke, “Breathe with me.”

You had stood there, minutes, maybe almost an hour, time was now pushed to the very nooks and crannies of your mind. The surges of perturbation still prominently surging through your veins to the density of your bones, the recurrent tremble still foremost notable but the buckling of your knees had calmed down as well as the faint chatter of your teeth. Still copying his sluggish breathing, you looked deep into his pear irises, his optics having a settling effect, a tingling reassurance reflecting in them. In the sunlight state that had remained in your room due to the unclosed curtains, there had been cerulean hues caught in that state.

Sirius’ eyes had been crafted like delicate feathers that were used for quills, not the albino kind of dove feathers, but the ones with a hue so softly grey that they could have been pencil-drawn rather than used by a quill with smeared stygian ink. They had that look of birds flying on sunlit days, the shine and quick movement, yet relaxed, purposeful, at ease.

“Can we sit?” You questioned quietly after removing your hand from his chest, hesitantly grabbing onto two of his fingers as he had previously done with you. “Anything you want.” He replied in a murmur, craning his head left, then right, trying to figure out where to beckon you into a seated position.

You had sat upon the wooden floor. The flooring designs similar to a chorus of browns; they sang together, an acapella of baritone hues that rose into vibrant soprano notes. It was a fitting place for a dormitory where laughter could normally be discerned, a place for those new sounds to soak right in and join the spirit that was already there when you had first entered the dormitory your first year.

“Here?”

“Mhm.” You nodded your head scarcely as he sat next to you. You sighed for a moment, placing a minimal amount of your temple against his shoulder, feeling the similar respires soothe you. “Here.”

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symphonicmetal101 · 4 years

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After watching some anime, can I request the brothers and Side characters with an MC that makes really great bentos in their aesthetic with their favorite meals? MC could make Lucifer a fancy dish of steak done to his favorite temperature, side dishes are organized neatly, and the bento is red and black to match his design or she made pink/pastel treats for Asmo is a very cute bento that matches his style. I think it would make their day when they receive something so cute from the human

ABSOFRICKINGLUTELY! ANON! I LOVE YOU! THANK YOU! However, I write gn! Whenever possible, so I hope you don't mind. Also, I've only made bento once, so I did a tinny bit of research. Most of them stray from traditional bento, however I tried to make sure I had the four components, (protien, carbs, salad/veggies, and fruit) (except Asmo), and different cooking methods for each. Some of them I forgot to explicitly say what colour the box was, so I'm sorry about that. I didn't do Luke because he had a role in Simeon's, and I blanked. (Sorry) Also, some of them have links bc I started to lose inspiration and motivation to write the same thing over and over again bc brain juice went bye. Hopefully I did this justice, I may have gotten a little carried away...sorry for rambling.

MC Makes Bento For The Boys

Lucifer

Lucifer had been working non-stop for the past few weeks

You had barely seen him, as he was so busy going back and forth from the castle, meetings, and he had banned everyone from his office. It had gotten so bad that he would "postpone" his meals, but nobody had seen him eat in a while.

You had a lot of spare time, so you did meal prep for the whole week just for Lucifer.

It was a little past noon by the time you finished, (and made Beel swear he wouldn't touch the food because you would treat him at Madam Scream's later), so you decided to make a bento box for Lucifer's lunch today with some leftover beef and rice you had.

With your protein and carbs taken care of, you prepared some roasted asparagus to add some colour to the box as well as a couple of carrots. You also added an umeboshi plum on top of the rice to match the colour of the box. (A/N I personally don't mind umeboshi on it's own, but if anyone wants to try it, I highly suggest you eat it with rice or have water on hand 😂)(oh yeah, umeboshi is a small, sour, pickled plum.)

In the final box you arranged a couple of orange slices, strawberries and grapes.

Satisfied, you brought the box and a glass of water up to his study. You didn't even bother knocking, knowing he would just send you away anyways.

You were greeted by a low growl. "Get out."

You rolled your eyes. "No. You need to eat Lucifer, and I'm not leaving until I know you've finished this."

"I don't have time for this MC. I have to-" he was cut off by his stomach rumbling.

He blushed slightly, and continued to busy himself with work.

"Please? I hate seeing you overwork yourself like this. Have you looked in the mirror lately? When was the last time you slept? Eaten? Had something other than coffee? Have you even gone to the bathroom in the past 48 hours?"

He sighed, folded his hands under his chin and looked up at you through disheveled raven locks.

"...you really aren't going anywhere until I eat." It wasn't a question, rather a statement with a trace of relief in it.

You extended the bento box out to him once more, though this time he accepted it.

"....thank you MC.....this is quite delicious. Perhaps once I'm done my work I can take you out to Ristorante Six to show my appreciation."

You pushed his hair back and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Once you're done your work, you're going to sleep. That's an order, sir."

He silently cursed himself as he felt himself blush again

You were planning to stay until he finished, but then you heard Mammon and Levi fighting.

"I'll take care of that love. Make sure you drink that water too. Also, I prepped meals for the rest of the week for you, so you have no excuse to not eat. I bribed Beel, so they should stay there, but as an extra precaution I got Satan to teach me a protection spell. I didn't tell him what it was for, so it should be fine."

He watched you close the door behind you and wondered what he did to deserve someone like you.

Mammon

He was complaining to you because his actions finally caught up with him, and tomorrow he had to go out and repay some witches with time and favours, (being a bagboy), instead of money

He started belly-aching even more when you told him you weren't interested in joining him.

Luckily you were on dinner duty tonight, so you had a legitimate excuse to leave his pity-party

However while you were making dinner, you decided to show Mammon a little bit of sympathy, and set some rice and pork cutlet aside that you could use later.

After dinner, Mammon followed Lucifer, trying to convince him to give him money.

So you had ample time to continue working on his bento.

He had a three compartment wooden box

You scooped the rice into the box, put the cutlet on top, and two thinly sliced pieces of lemon on top.

You cut up some yellow, red, and orange bell pepper to put in the top left corner of the box

In the last compartment, you cut up golden kiwi, pineapple chunks, and a couple blueberries

You were about to put it in the fridge, when Mammon came screaming into the kitchen.

"MC HELP ME LUCIFER'S MAD I DON'T WANNA GET STRUNG UP AGAIN AND- wait, what's that?"

You sighed. "It was supposed to be a surprise Mammon! I made lunch for you for tomorrow, because you're going to be doing some running around and who knows when you'll get a moment to yourself? I was going to cast a spell on it to keep Beel from eating it, so it would have lasted overnight too... I just want to make sure you have something healthy to eat and so you don't have to spend money on take out. If you don't want it though, I'll just give it to Beel..."

He blushed furiously. "Ya don't gotta worry bout me, silly human. The Great Mammon can take care of himself! But-uh, I'll probably end up taking it anyways, because it's umm, it's free food! And Mammon ain't about to pass that up!"

He tried to grab it, but you pulled it close to yourself and turned, blocking him.

"You only want it because it's free? Ok. Fine. You'll have to pay me if you want it." You teased

He whined a bit. "Aw come on, ya even said ya didn't want me spendin money tomorrow! And ya said it was for me! MC, this ain't fair!"

"I didn't say you had to use money."

The next day while Mammon was out and about, trying to carry multiple bags of stuff for the witches, he happily ate his food, a light blush on his cheeks as every bite reminded him of the way you felt against his lips yesterday.

Leviathan

Levi had lost out on another draw despite having spent copious amounts of money on the tickets

As such, he had locked himself in his room to temporarily drown in his sorrows

You decided to make Kyaraben, character bento, for him. (Kyaraben can also refer to animals, real life celebrities, or natural settings)

(I would do Ruri- Chan but I have no fricking clue, so here's a link to a recipe for Pikachu Kyaraben because that's what you did instead)

Hesitantly, you brought your creation to his room and lightly knocked on the door.

"...I don't wanna talk to anyone right now."

"Levi, it's me. I brought something to cheer you up! At least let me give it to you if you don't want me to stay."

You could hear some scuffling and mumbling from behind the door. "I highly doubt there's anything a normie like you can do to help."

You tried to brush that off, because, ouch, but you knew he was upset so you tried not to take it to heart.

He was pouty as he opened the door, his demon form on display.

His expression immediately changed when he saw the bento in your hands.

"WOOOOOAAAHHH!!! THIS IS FOR ME??!! YOU MADE ME BENTO??!! This is something straight out of anime!!! Uh...uhm...d-do you maybe w-want to share it?"

The last part of his sentence had him blushing furiously, and he refused to look you in the eye.

"Sure. Maybe we can watch that anime you texted me about a couple days ago too."

His eyes lit up with joy as he used his tail to gently grab your wrist and pull you excitedly to his couch.

Once he had arranged everything to his liking, he sat down and bashfully accepted the bento.

At some point, he asked if he could feed it to you, however, there was only one pair of chopsticks

Blushy otaku very much enjoyed the bento, not only because it was like his anime, but also because it was you who made it.

He also got a couple indirect kisses, and could not focus on anything but that for the next few days.

Satan

You and Satan had been spending a lot of time together lately because he was helping you study for a test

Thanks to Satan's tutoring, you had managed to get a much higher score on the test than you had imagined.

As thanks, you wanted to make a kitten Kyaraben

You found him in the library at a desk, hunched over a book, studying some foreign language.

He was so engrossed in his studies that he didn't notice you right away, so you tapped him gently on his shoulder.

"Ah, MC. I'm afraid I missed you coming in. Are you alright?"

You smiled and nodded. You brought the box out from behind your back with your test papers on top, the mark clearly visible.

"I couldn't have gotten that mark without your help, so I made you some bento as thanks. I hope you like it."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh MC, that wasn't necessary. Spending time with you was enough for me, but thank you."

He slid the lid off the bento and chuckled when he saw what you had done.

"That's quite clever kitten. Perhaps next time you can show me how to make it?"

His pet name made you blush a bit, but that didn't stop you from agreeing.

You two spent the next few hours discussing different meals you guys could learn to make together.

Asmodeus

Asmo had been taking you shopping lately, hyping you up and helping you destress with spa nights

In return, you decided to make a dessert bento box in a pretty pink container.

It was a square container split into nine compartments.

Across the top three compartments, you arranged a rainbow of mochi.

On the bottom three you arranged a rainbow of macaroons.

In the two outside compartments left, you put a mini Wicked cupcake in each

Finally in the middle, you arranged Hershey's kisses into a heart.

Satisfied, you made your way to his room and announced your presence at his door.

"Come in darling~ I'm just finishing up my nails!"

You let yourself in and settled across the table from Asmo.

"I brought you something. I just wanted to thank you for helping me out lately and show you how much I appreciate you!"

You placed the box next to him so he could see what you had done.

His squeal of excitement almost decimated your eardrums, however moments later you were enveloped in a very tight, heartfelt, "smooshy" hug, but his elated expression made up for your temporary loss of hearing.

"Ohh MC! You're so sweet!!!! These look delicious, let's share them!! Just let me take a picture first with my favourite snack!!"

You sat back and expected him to pick up a cupcake, but yelped as he pulled you into the frame.

"I said with my favourite snacc MC, and I meant it!!" (Yes, he still took a picture of the bento)

Beelzebub

You wanted to plan an outdoor date for the two of you that wouldn't require you to excersize.

So you decided to try and make Koraku Bento, or picnic bento, but even bigger in hopes you would be able to temporarily satiate Beel's hunger

Because you were making so much, you needed multiple boxes, and a couple days to prepare, so you asked Simeon if you could work at PH so Beel wouldn't get to it early.

Of course, he agreed

Day one, you prepared five different fillings for the Onigiri you were planning to make: sha-ke (salted salmon),umeboshi (Japanese pickled plum), okaka (bonito flakes moistened with soy sauce), kombu (simmered kombu seaweed), tuna mayo (canned tuna with Japanese mayonnaise)

Day two you prepared three large protiens, (chicken, beef, and pork), each enough to fill about two containers each. You cooked each of them differently. You also cut up/prepared vegetables you wanted to use for tempura.

Day three you woke up early in order to be ready to take Beel out after his game. You made rice and finished making the Onigiri, (which Luke was adamant you let him make with you).

And Simeon helped you make the tempura and a beautiful salad to accompany everything else.

However, now there was a lot of stuff to carry and you wanted to greet Beel out of his game.

So the angels took care of transporting the food to the roof while you went to get Beel

"Why are we going to Purgatory Hall? Are we having dinner with the angels?"

"Not quite. The date I wanted to take you on had a slight change of plans. We just need to get to the roof-"

"Do you want me to fly us up there?"

You considered it for a moment then agreed. If nothing else, you would be avoiding Solomon.

Once you landed, appreciation for the angels swelled as they had laid everything out so beautifully.

"...oh. It looks like someone else is doing something up here. It smells really good, so we should probably go. I don't want to eat someone else's food and ruin their night by accident....again." He tried to leave, but you pulled on him gently.

"I'm glad you think it smells good. This is for you! I made it for you, and the angels helped me bring it up here when I went to pick you up."

His eyes widened. "...All of that...you made it for me?"

You couldn't help but smile and nod at his bashful expression.

He hugged you gently. "Thank you MC. I know that took a lot."

"It was worth it! You haven't even tried it yet. Come on, I'm hungry!" You giggled.

Beel's stomach growled in response, causing a slight blush to light his cheeks. You're so good to him❤

Belphegor (this has a bit of crack energy, I'm sorry. So will Solomon's😅)

"MC....can you pass me my D.D.D?"

"MC....can you give me a massage?"

"MC....can you switch my laundry for me?"

"MC....can you pass me my pillow?"

"Belphie, I love you. I understand you're the Avatar of Sloth. But what the actual fuck? Your pillow is under your arm, just move it under your head. I've already gotten up, like six times to do stuff for you."

He groaned. "But it takes too much effort!" He smushed his cheek into his arm and attempted to give you puppy-dog eyes.

"Sorry, only Beel can pull that off. If you want your pillow moved less than a foot, you're going to do it yourself. You of all people should now how frustrating it is to get up as soon as you sit down."

He groaned again and grumbled as he moved his own damn pillow.

You tried to relax a bit. Normally your time with Belphie consisted of cuddles, movie nights, planeterium visits, or just plugging into some music and enjoying each other's company, like you were trying to do now.

Until you made eye contact with him again.

He was going to ask something-

"MC........... can you get me a snack?"

Dear God, he was not gonna like this.

"Of course Belphie. I'd love to."

You made your way to the kitchen with new found energy.

You were going to make Shikaeshi Bento (revenge lunchbox)

Basically, it's supposed to be inedible or embarrassing, and be used to convey anger or overall dissatisfaction

So you grabbed his bento box, dumped uncooked rice into it, cracked an egg and left the shell in the box. You used purple food colouring to make a heart.

You brought the box up to Belphie, who was surprisingly still awake

"That was quick."

You grunted in response and walked out

"Hey why are you leaving?!"

A few seconds later, you heard, "MC! ...WHAT DID I DO??!! I JUST WANTED A SNACK!!...MC PLEASE COME BACK I DON'T WANNA GET UP!!"

Diavolo

So, usually Barbatos is in charge of making sure the Demon Prince eats

However, you told Barbatos that you wanted to make something special for Dia

"My Lord would thoroughly enjoy anything you made for him. He's been very busy lately, so I'm sure he would appreciate the kind gesture."

Barbatos graciously gave you precedence over the kitchen, giving you full access to everything you could ever need or want.

You decided to make him bento with your favourite protein

One compartment you filled with rice, using sesame seeds and an umeboshi for garnish

You arranged pieces of your favourite fruits in one of the smaller compartments

Then you made your favourite type of tempura, and prepared the sauce to go in the last two compartments

You asked Barbatos where Diavolo would be, and he escorted you to his office.

"My Lord, MC has come to speak with you."

Diavolo's head shot up and his face lit up with delight as he watched you walk through the door.

"MC! A welcome surprise. How are you? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine! I actually just wanted to give you something." You gave him the black box.

"I made bento with some of my favourite things...you mentioned wanting to get to know me a little bett-"

You were cut off by Diavolo crushing you in a hug

"...My Lord, MC needs to breathe."

"Ah, my apologies MC. This is the most wonderful, meaningful thing anyone has ever given me. How can I adequately express my gratitude? Simply name anything you want, and it shall be yours."

Once you had regained your breath, you gave him a small smile.

"Anything? Could I trouble you for your time?"

"MC, Lord Diavolo must finish his work in a timely matter. I can clear his schedule for afterwards."

"Barbatos, could they stay long enough for us to share the wonderful meal they've prepared?"

Usually Diavolo's begging and sad eyes™ would be powerless against him, however the soft spot he had for you and your much- less-seen sad expression were enough for him to bend this once.

"My Lord, I'll be back in an hour. I'm afraid that's all the time I can allow."

He stepped out, and allowed a small smile form on his face as he heard the two of you celebrate, also knowing that later on he would be listening to a very happy prince recount everything you two talked about and how much he loved you.

Barbatos

You, the brothers, and the other exchange students had been invited to the demon lord's castle for another event

It wasn't for another day, but you felt your chest tighten as you remembered Barbatos

Did he even get to eat those days when everyone was there?

You didn't want to take that chance, and decided to set up a small, filling bento box.

It only had three compartments, so you stuffed each one.

One had rice and meat.

You made some sushi and tamagoyaki to go on top.

For the last compartment, you made a simple chickpea salad.

The next day, Barbatos welcomed you all to the castle, as per usual.

However, this time he stuck around once the brothers and others had left.

"I...Well you already know, but this is for you!"

He nodded and graced you with a smile. "My knowing does not take away from my appreciation MC. Admittedly, nights like this are very demanding. I will repay you later. Thank you."

He tried to walk away, but you yelled after him, "You're not supposed to repay someone for a gift! Just take it!!"

He smiled to himself as he started to eat some food.

Perhaps this night would not be as taxing as he thought

Simeon

You had been experimenting new dinner recipes with Luke at Purgatory Hall; you were watching him while Simeon was away.

"If we leave these leftovers out, Solomon will get to them and ruin them."

"....why don't we make bento for Simeon? He's coming back tomorrow, isn't he?"

Luke beamed at you. "Okay!"

He went to get a small bento box divided into fifths (two large bottom compartments and three small top ones).

"Ok, so in one of the big ones, we can fit the rest of the rice."

Luke nodded. "Can I use this?" He held up a star-shaped cookie cutter.

"Of course!" You helped him mould the rice into a stable star shape.

He looked so happy designing stuff, you let him take the lead.

By the time you were finished, it was easily the most stunning dish you had seen.

"Wow MC! We should do this more often!" He was very proud of himself, and rightfully so. "I can't wait to give it to Simeon!....Is it ok if I give it to Simeon? It was your idea, so it's ok if you want to do it instead..."

You just smiled at him. "You can give it to him, you did most of the work anyways. For now though, you need to get to bed."

He pouted slightly, but complied.

The next morning you woke up to Luke speaking very animatedly to Simeon.

"Yeah! We tried a bunch of new things, and then MC suggested we make you a bento box with the leftovers, and it turned out really well so I can't wait for you to try it!!"

You leaned against the kitchen doorframe observing the interaction.

"Thank you Luke, it looks wonderful. Good morning MC. I hope you slept well. Thanks for ba- for helping Luke while I was away."

He smiled gently at you before Luke was trying to get him to try the bento again.

He took a bite and smiled at Luke.

"It's delicious. You guys must have put a lot of love into it, as always." He looked directly at you at that point, but Luke was too elated to notice the silent exchange between you too.

Solomon

"Don't get mad at me! You agreed to test spells with me!"

"You asked me when I was half asleep Solomon! I also meant later, not right away!"

"Well, you're not a frog anymore, so I don't see what the problem is."

.... No, you weren't a frog anymore

That didn't mean you were happy about being a frog in the first place.

You texted Simeon, 'Who's on lunch duty today?"

"Me. Why?"

"I'll make us bento. We can picnic, the exchange students, that is."

So you spent the next little bit making normal bento for the three of you.

"Simeon said we should probably leave in five minutes" you thanked Luke and started on Solomon's.

You made Shikaeshi bento; you cracked four eggs and aligned their yolks into a rather phallic shape, added way too much fish oil, and threw a few sesame seeds on top.

However, once you made it to the picnic grounds, Solomon opened his box and gasped.

"MC, you know me so well!" And proceeded to drink right out of the box, the rest of you looking on in horror.

"I thought you were mad at me and you were going to give me something disgusting like Mac and Cheese. I guess all is forgiven. Thank you!"

At that point you couldn't even stay mad, that was just disgusting.

Aye, I hope you liked it anon, not sure if this is quite what you meant but....yeah.

Love y'all!

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me thoughts #long post #i really liked this one

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a few things:

1. yes i'm a monbebe now too and i fully blame fatal love era hyungwon for it. he has my multistan ass whipped

2. THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I'VE EVER WRITTEN FOR THIS BLOG HOLY GAWD

3. i'm back to going to the office everyday for work, so we're back to infrequent posting lmao

ok so. i've wanted to write a vampire fic for so long now (the previous/first one i wrote was back in 1st year high school and despite my massive vampire kink i didn't attempt to make any other vamp related stories haha), and when i saw hyungwon in that red suit with the long hair and the eyebags and the turtleneck i just kinda went feral. this thing took me like, almost a month to write; it's been hard to cook up writing brain juice between work and trying to be healthy and keeping up with the pan de manila.

i fully intended for this to be like, sexy suggestive and leading to something more for the ending, but like. it turned out soft. somehow. the premise was perfect, but somehow my brain was like, "no make it soft" and we have whatever this is.

this is unedited bc i wrote it half-asleep and wanted to get it out there

PAIRING: Chae Hyungwon x reader. GENRE: vampire!AU, some fluff, modern fantasy. WARNINGS: vampire-typical injuries—biting, blood—some very mild sexual themes. WORD COUNT: 3,589 (holy shit).

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The entryway is lit by the two dim overhead lights, casting an orange tint to the concrete floor. You take care to slip your shoes on quietly, not wanting to accidentally wake the slumbering man in the other room; he just got home a few hours ago and you didn’t want to cut his sleep short, remembering how he slowly slipped under the covers with you, winding an arm around your midsection and releasing a heavy breath before passing out.

So with a glance at your watch—the one he got you for your birthday a few years back, the one you’ve worn almost everywhere since—you grab your work bag and try to slip off the chain lock with as little sound as possible.

“Are you leaving for work?”

You flinch at his voice, huskier now with remnants of sleep. Hyungwon has a thing about soundlessly walking into places and surprising you by suddenly speaking. Your face scrunches at your failed attempt to slip out unnoticed, and a loud sigh escapes your lips as you turn to face him.

“How long have you been awake?” you ask, stepping right to the elevated wooden floor that separates the entryway to the living area. Hyungwon is wearing a white shirt that completely swallows his slender frame and loose pajama pants. You cup his soft cheek, drag your hand to his neck, his shoulder, down his arm, until you’re intertwining your fingers.

“Pretty much since you left the bed,” he mumbles, taking his other hand and wrapping it around you, pulling you to his chest. You feel him rest his face on the top of your head and breathe in your scent.

“Aw,” you reply quietly, smoothing a hand down his back. “And I thought I was being super quiet this time.”

There’s comfortable silence as Hyungwon basks in your warmth and you can swear he’s close to falling asleep where he stands. You think there’s no other place you’d want to be right now, but unfortunately, you need to work and he needs to sleep.

You let go of the strap on your bag and tap his side gently. “I have to go,” you murmur.

Hyungwon groans, lowers his head and tilts it to the side to whisper directly into your ear. “Do you really have to? Because there’s something more important you need to do here.” He noses at your temple, his cold breath fanning against your ear.

“Oh? And what is that?” It’s too early in the day for goosebumps, and the faster you force him back to bed, the better your chances of resisting the sweet pull of his voice.

“Mmm…,” he groans again, and you feel his smile as he kisses your ear. “Sleep.”

You snort, pulling away with a soft smile, free hand coming to cup his face. You pass your thumb over his cheekbone and watch as he melts at your touch, dark bangs falling over his closed eyes. “I’ll be home early today, love,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his plump lips.

Hyungwon’s eyes open unhurried, and he leans down to return the peck, lips moving slow against yours like honey. “Hurry back,” he mumbles against your lips.

***

A quiet sigh leaves his lips as Hyungwon toes off his shoes, leaving them at their designated space at the entrance. He hangs his bag and coat on the hooks before silently walking through the apartment to the bathroom, eager to scrub himself clean of the aggravating scents and grime of the club.

Hyungwon loves his job, he does. The people he interacts with there, though? Still up for debate.

The hot, almost scalding water seeps into his skin, warming him up from the outside. He’s used to the cold, he himself being below the normal human temperature for nearly a century now. The droplets sting a little, but it’s the pain that grounds Hyungwon to reality, a sort of proof of life in his years of floating along the endless river of time, never knowing when and where his journey would end.

There’s another pain, a burning in his throat, that reminds him well of his immortality. It assaults him every few days, and over the years has dulled from hurting so bad he nearly claws out his neck, to just being a pain in the ass that makes him cough if he doesn’t slake the thirst.

Hyungwon’s body cools rapidly when he shuts off the water, the soft April chill helping it along so that he’s mostly dry when he grabs his towel.

The bedroom is silent when he slips in, quickly dressing in the huge shirt and loose pants from yesterday, before he ducks out again to make a beeline to the kitchen, folding his tall frame into a crouch as he opens the refrigerator. There’s a space just for his blood bags in the far corner of the fridge, that he immediately scans and finds empty. Hyungwon groans and slaps a hand over his face.

Of course he forgets to stop by the blood bank tonight. He vaguely remembers taking the last bag four days ago and making a mental note to call Kihyun for his refills, but there must have been something that distracted him at the time because at present, he can’t recall contacting Kihyun about it at all, despite exchanging messages regularly.

He stands to his full height as he closes the door, leans his head against it as he mulls over his forgetfulness that never went away in all his years of living. And before he slips back into your bedroom and into the sweet realm of sleep, he rummages in his bag for his phone, texts his friend, gets a short scolding about his poor memory, and then sets a date to pick up his food.

Hyungwon quietly pads back to the bedroom and closes the door soundlessly, careful not to wake you. He slides in next to you, pulling the comforter snug against him as he rests on his elbows. He takes a few seconds to gaze at your sleeping figure, something he does every night. The random thought of coming off as creepy on the off chance you wake up runs through his head, but at the same time he thinks he wouldn’t mind if you catch him watching you sleep.

You know Hyungwon loves you, and he’s told you before that you’re one of his anchors to his hold on humanity. Never once in your two-year relationship did you take his vulnerability for granted, and he’s (quite literally) eternally grateful for your kindness and love.

He settles in on his side, and his shuffling has got you adjusting to his shape under the covers. Hyungwon feels you turn to face him and reach for his arm. You groan small, pull at his slender limb to wrap it around you, and he just lets you move him the way you want, an amused smile on his face. His other arm slides beneath your neck, and you nuzzle closer to him, breathing deep when you’re finally satisfied. He counts five seconds before your breaths even out in slumber.

Hyungwon presses a kiss to the crown of your head and inhales your scent, relaxed now and ready to follow you into sleep.

***

His alarm wakes him at noon, the shrill tone making him jerk and tighten his arm around the warm body in front of him, brows scrunching as he groans softly. Hyungwon stretches an arm towards the nightstand and turns off the alarm with an expert swipe of a finger. He buries his nose into your hair, not wanting to enter the land of the living yet. You respond with a hum, shifting and turning so your back is pressed against his chest.

You both try to doze off again before Hyungwon realizes two things:

One—It’s a Friday.

Two—You’re still in his arms.

“Love,” he mumbles against your hair.

You reply around five seconds later, with a simple grunt.

Hyungwon snorts a laugh, eyes still closed, but mind slowly waking with every passing second. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

Another grunt from you, this time louder and longer. You shuffle under the sheets to turn to him again, eyes persistently closed and brows knit slightly. “Took the day off,” you mumble and slither your arm under his, scooting closer to bury your face in his neck. “Wanted to spend some time with you.”

At this Hyungwon smiles, rests his cheek on your head. “So we have until tomorrow night to do whatever then.”

It’s quiet for a few moments before your head shoots up. The movement startles Hyungwon and makes his eyes pop open. Bleary eyes meet, yours equal parts confused and suspicious. “What do you mean? You took the night off, too? But it’s Friday—the club’s gonna be packed.”

He levels you with a casual shrug. “Yeah,” he says, sliding his hand up your arm that’s around him, and stopping at your neck. His large hand completely covers your neck, long fingers splaying onto your cheek and winding into your hair. “I wanted to spend time with you, too.” He clears his throat. “I’ve missed you.” Hyungwon can feel the steady pulse under your skin and he clears his throat again.

You smile, lean down to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

And another one.

And another.

And you would have rained more kisses on him had he not started coughing and turned his head away. The ache in Hyungwon’s throat wasn’t that bad when he was asleep, but now that he’s awake, it’s irritating to the point of annoyance. He knows the thirst is his fault, but damn, would it kill him if he could have a peaceful morning (noon) with you before his body complains about being hungry?

He feels a hand smoothing down his back as the coughing goes down. He takes shaky breaths as he sits up and leans on the headboard. After a big exhale from him, you say, “Are you okay?”

Hyungwon looks at you and smiles tightly. “I’m fine. Just a bit hungry.” He sits up, only to scoot closer to you and wind an arm around your back. He rests his forehead on your shoulder as he talks, voice low and scratchy. “Ran out of my supply and I forgot to call Kihyun about it, and it’s been a few days since I had a drink. And it’ll be a couple more days before I can stop by the blood bank for my refills.” A cough.

Your arms are around his wiry frame, fingers running up and down his spine and making him drowsy. He’s still tired and sleepy, but the thirst is keeping him awake.

“Do you want a drink?” you ask quietly. “From me?”

Hyungwon stills, a shiver running down his spine. It’s not all the time he gets to drink from you; in fact, he makes it a point to not do it because he doesn’t want to scare you off. You’ve been living together for six months, known each other for years before that, but he still worries, silently waiting for the day you decide that being with a vampire isn’t worth it after all.

“No, it’s fine,” he says. “I’m fine.” He pushes down the cough building in his throat.

You card your fingers through his long hair. “I know you try not to, but I’m okay with it. You sound like you’re really hurting.” You rest your head against his. “We’ve done it before, and it didn’t really hurt. And I trust you, Hyungwon.”

Hyungwon is tired. Is sleepy. The thirst isn’t all that bad, but the coughing is aggravating his already dry throat. He hasn’t gotten a sip of blood in five days and nothing else could quench this particular thirst quite as well.

A small cough. “Are you sure?”

Your head is still resting on his and he feels you nod. “Yeah. Besides, I…” You clear your throat before speaking. “I like it when you drink from me.”

The vampire freezes, not quite knowing what to do with this newly revealed information. He’s not sure if what he feels right now is mild lust or genuine surprise. In the (very) rare times he drinks from you he thought he saw a twinkle of anticipation in your eyes, like you’ve been craving it, too. He thinks maybe his view of himself is clouding whatever opinion you have of him, bad and good alike.

Hyungwon’s lips purse, trying to keep himself from laughing because he can tell you’re serious about this, just as worried about him as you are excited about the prospect of being bitten; it’s still a bit unbelievable. He finally raises his head and looks square at you.

“You’re really okay with this?” he asks again. “You really want me to drink from you?” He crosses his legs under the blankets and pulls you with the arm still around your back.

Sometimes you forget Hyungwon is so strong—he doesn’t make his strength known to you, unless you both need it a little rough in bed. Now, he practically lifts you onto his lap, emboldened by your declaration. You straddle him, sitting snugly with both his arms around you; your hands naturally find themselves on his broad shoulders.

“Mhm,” you simply say, nodding your head. Adrenaline is running through your veins, and you’re sure Hyungwon can clearly hear how loud and fast your heart is beating right now.

It also seems like he can read your mind because he takes one of his hands and rests it softly against your chest, right over your heart.

You see him swallow. “Your heart is beating so fast,” he says, dragging his hand up to your neck, fingers soft on your skin, and you shiver. “Your pulse is racing.” Hyungwon is looking at you like you’re a meal he can’t wait to devour. “You’re really excited about this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you say, even though you don’t really know if what you’re feeling is excitement or embarrassment or lust of fear. You can’t recall any of the previous times he fed from you being this tense—it was always out of desperation and pain that he reached out to you for this, and despite this moment being along the same lines, it’s… very different.

The loose collar of your sweater—one of his you pilfered long ago—is pulled to the side, and you shiver again as his fingertip brushes against your skin. Goosebumps raise on your arms as Hyungwon trails that single finger over your collarbone, up your neck again, to cup your chin and pull you in for a kiss.

His lips are gentle, but you can feel he’s holding back, trying to take it slow in case you change your mind. When you respond and bite his lip, he growls and pulls you by the back of the head to kiss you deeper. The arm around your back tightens, and you feel his fingers tangle in your hair as he angles your head the way he wants.

Tiny moans spill from your lips as Hyungwon’s tongue explores your mouth. When he pulls away, your sight is flooded with his red irises, gold specks swimming in the pool of his eyes that almost glow in the dark room. So chillingly beautiful.

You’re breathing hard, unable to look away from Hyungwon’s captivating gaze. A thought passes through: No wonder humans just fall at their feet—who could look away from such a mesmerizing sight?

“Last chance,” he mutters, wetting his plump bottom lip, his scarlet eyes fixed on your neck. “You really want this?”

You card your fingers through his head and tilt his face up, dropping a kiss to his closed eyes, his nose, his pretty lips. You cup his cheek and give him a small smile. “Do it.”

Hyungwon takes a deep breath and kisses your cheek, trails his lips to nip your earlobe, and then lower… He goes slow, building up your anticipation, getting your heart rate up with every kiss and nip and suck.

He laves his tongue over a spot on your neck, and you let out a sigh, relaxing in Hyungwon’s firm hold. The hand still tangled in your hair guides you, tilting your head to the side. He noses at your neck and gives you a final soft kiss, before he draws his fangs and punctures your jugular.

You squeak in pain; the bite stings, but it goes away as fast as it came. You feel Hyungwon draw back his fangs and begin to suck, dragging his tongue over the wounds, and groaning low in his throat at the sweet taste of you.

It occurs to him how much he misses feeding from you. Because of the rarity of these occasions, your blood becomes a treat to him, a sort of delicacy that he deliberately denies himself of. It didn’t take him too long after that first taste of you long ago, to realize that your blood is dangerously addicting.

Hyungwon focuses on drinking your blood, drinking in the small moans you make as he marks your soft skin. He feels your restless hands clawing at his back, the other winding through his long hair—pulling him close or pushing him away, you don’t know.

Your senses are heightened and dulled; you’re acutely aware of every miniscule movement of Hyungwon’s lips on your neck, but the rest of your body feels like it’s floating. He groans against your skin and the vibrations send a jolt of lightning up your spine and you whimper.

Hyungwon immediately pulls back, worried he hurt you. His mouth is stained red. “Are you okay?”

You’re nodding before he finishes, cupping his cheek with a hand. “I’m fine, Hyungwon.” You give him a small smile as he melts into your hand, one of his coming up to keep it there. “Did you want more?”

He shakes his head. “I’m feeling better now. Thank you, love.” He exhales, and you think he does look better than earlier—his skin is brighter, the bags under his eyes are gone, and he’s even breathing more easily. “Let me go clean you up,” he says, and lifts you gently off him, setting you down on the soft comforter just in front of him. He pats your knee before getting up and padding to the bathroom.

You gaze at him as he leaves, the sight of his model-like figure waddling like a penguin amusing. Hyungwon stops at the door and turns to you, smiling at you softly.

He returns a minute later, warm damp washcloth in hand, mouth clean and eyes a lovely brown. He sits at the edge of the bed and cleans your neck with gentle swipes. The bleeding has stopped and the wound is closed, but the surrounding skin is blooming with black and purple bruises. Hyungwon clicks his tongue. “I’m sorry, love. The bite’s gonna leave a mark.”

You carefully tap the wounds, smoothing fingertips over the raised marks. They sting a bit, but it feels more like the soreness after getting a vaccine shot than anything. “It’s okay, love. They’ll heal over the weekend.” You catch his lips in a soft kiss. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

He sets the bloody rag on the nightstand and moves closer to you, kissing you back, cradling your neck for support as he coaxes you to lie on the bed. You smile through the kiss, giggle as you wind your arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” he mumbles against your lips. “You looked so beautiful earlier… Thank you for letting me do that.”

You hum. “Anytime, you need, babe. I enjoyed it.”

Hyungwon is propped above you, a thigh slotted between yours. Lazy, slow kisses against the soft sheets seems like the perfect activity for the rest of the day. But you have other plans.

“I gotta admit, though,” you said, brushing his long bangs from his eyes. “That was… kinda hot.” You try to fight a smile, embarrassed at the admission, despite the compromising position you were in just minutes before.

Hyungwon chuckles, ducks his head to press a soft kiss to the puncture marks, the underside of your jaw, your earlobe. “I didn’t expect you to be so into it,” he whispers, his baritone voice seeping into your bones and making you shudder.

You laugh loud at that. “Well, my boyfriend is a hot vampire, what did you think was gonna happen?”

Hyungwon laughs with you, rests his forehead on yours and kisses you again. He buries his face into your neck, the unmarked side, and snakes his arms around your back and rolls you to your sides.

Fingers trace mindless shapes on his back, play with his long hair that’s tangled from your restless hands earlier, relax in the quiet of the afternoon. Your heads are at the foot of the bed, legs tangled together. From the top of Hyungwon’s head, you can just barely see the sun peeking through a slit between the dark curtains, but all you want to do is sleep.

You’re close to dozing off when Hyungwon suddenly speaks. Three words. Your favorite.

“I love you.” He squeezes you slightly and breathes in your scent.

You smile and reply, “I love you, too.”

The world outside your window keeps turning; the weather looks nice today. But you’re not stepping out, not when your whole world is right here, snuggled in your arms.

#kdiarynet #monsta x #monsta x hyungwon #chae hyungwon #monsta x hyungwon scenario #hyungwon scenario #hyungwon scenarios #hyugnwon imagine #fic: mine #fic: hyungwon #fic: not spicy #but it's mildly #monsta x smut #just putting that tag there just in caseee #BABY IS FINALLY DONE #i hope yall like it

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bbugyu · 4 years

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hi can i request a wonwoo friends to lovers!!

abso-fuckin-tutely! since you were a lil vague, i asked my friendly neighborhood wonwoorideul for a prompt and she shouted out the song nothing by bruno major (aka one of the sweetest songs on wonwoo's spotify playlist)!

nothing + jeon wonwoo

moving in with your best friend was the best idea you ever had, even if he claimed it was his.

wc.3707 | fluff, angst, roommates/friends to lovers au, gn reader, like one swear and it barely counts bc it was hoshi, slowburn pining, wonwoo sees you and his mind is full of poetry, happy ending! (jp ver.)

thank you so much for my very first request! i tried to post this quickly, so i’m sorry if it’s not as polished as my other pieces. i was so impatient to get this out hahah. i love me some domestic wonwoo

wonwoo wasn't just your roommate, to be perfectly frank. the lanky guy had wormed his way into your close circle when you had worked part time together at a grocery store fresh out of high school, and when you both decided you needed to be closer to the big city, it just made sense to go together. you had never lived alone before, and your mother had said she would feel better if you had someone she knew around, someone to take care of you for her, even though you insisted you would be fine. she tried to get you to move in with your auntie, and while eating her food would be a definite plus, you absolutely despised the idea of living under the same roof as your chaotic cousin. so, when wonwoo mentioned wanting to get out of your podunk village, you excitedly told him you wanted to move to seoul.

"okay," he had said, looking at you over his comic book as he lounged on your family's couch. "let's go, then."

two months later, his dad was helping the two of you move into a tiny two bedroom apartment in a neighborhood of seoul that housed mostly old married couples, but you liked that it was a little more quiet than downtown. it felt more like home, but busy enough to give you your fill of the city. you could walk down the street to a cafe every morning on your way to the station, headed to your shitty temp desk job that you had just to pay bills. wonwoo was able to transfer to the main seoul office of his existing job as a software engineer, and was even able to work from home most days. you were forever jealous that he could hop onto remote meetings wearing a tie and button up over a pair of sweats. on days that he had to go into the office, though, he would walk with you and point out shops that you had yet to visit in your few months of living in the city.

"since when are you a flowers kinda guy?" you asked, gaze following his finger to the florist shop he pointed out.

he shrugged, adjusting his backpack straps over the blazer he wore. "might be nice for the apartment."

you eyed him. despite knowing him for years, sometimes he still surprised you.

on days that he didn't ride the subway with you, you would come home to find him sitting on the couch, swinging around a digital new york city from a web on the tv. you noticed the potted plant on the kitchen counter when you dropped your keys off in their designated tray. they were red, with tight round petals. you thought they almost looked like roses, but you knew that wasn't right. peonies? begonias? you didn't know enough about flowers to recognize them, but you figured he went to the florist in your neighborhood while you were at work.

he paused his game after landing on a roof somewhere. "how was your day?"

"good," you said, pulling off your light jacket and standing by the couch. "what's with the flowers?"

wonwoo looked around you to the yellow ceramic and red blooms, both colors that suited the other few colorful items in your minimalistic (mostly from having only lived there a few short months) white kitchen. "camellias. i thought they looked nice."

you nodded, thinking that he had more to say, but decided not to press. "have you eaten?"

he stretched on the couch, hands falling to the back of his beanie clad head as he let out a strangled noise. "do i ever eat without you?"

that made you smile. "any thoughts on dinner?"

wonwoo shook his head, settling back into the couch. "what do you feel like?"

"i'm craving pizza."

wonwoo pushed his glasses up his nose and adjusted to fish his phone out of the pocket of his favorite track pants. "go take a shower, i'll order."

you grinned. "you are such a good roommate."

"correction, i'm the best roommate. oh, also," he pointed towards the fridge in the kitchen. "soonyoung came by with side dishes from your aunt."

"oh, thank god," you said, walking over to wash your hands quickly and check the haul. "i was worried we were gonna have to buy kimchi this week. he wasn't annoying, was he?"

wonwoo shook his head, chuckling at the way you talked about your cousin as he tapped through menus on his phone. "he was fine. complained that you weren't here."

"doesn't he have a job?" you opened a plastic container and popped a sweet braised potato into your mouth. your voice was muffled as you chewed. "he knows i get off at five. if he wants to see me he should come when he knows i'll be home."

the small smile on wonwoo's face never left as you rambled about soonyoung, then your fantastic chef of an aunt, and then the new guy that sat at the desk next to you that microwaved fish for lunch. seriously, who microwaves fish? in an office?

wonwoo commiserated with you, then told you to hurry and go wash up, because he had just submitted the pizza order, to which you responded "okay, okay, i'm going. i'll be back in a minute."

after a steam filled shower, you left the bathroom while toweling your damp hair, sporting a plain black v-neck with your, similar to wonwoo's, favorite track pants.

wonwoo looked up and laughed, tugging on the hem of his shirt. "we match."

you eyed one of the several black muscle tanks wonwoo sports regularly and giggled, pulling at the stripes down your pants. "we do. you want wine?"

"hell yeah. friday night, baby."

you laughed, returning to the bathroom to hang your towel before making your way to the kitchen, pulling a couple of stemless wine glasses out of your cabinet. they were the only glasses in the apartment because, as wonwoo had said, your priorities are notoriously bad. but, you reminded him, they worked just fine with water too, so you convinced him that buying real glasses could wait until you were both slightly less busy. you grabbed the bottle of red wine off the counter and looked at the seal. "wonwoo."

"yeah?" he paused his game and looked at you over the small kitchen cart that acted as an island. you held up the wine.

"new bottle."

he sighed dramatically. "what would you do without me?"

you grinned happily as you got the wine opener out of a drawer, holding it out for him. he snatched the bottle and opener from your hands and made a face, but began twisting the corkscrew into the cork nonetheless. you planted your elbow on the wood topped cart and watched him as he tugged out the cork, decidedly ignoring the fact that he was wearing a sleeveless shirt and he definitely looked like he had taken a trip to the gym today.

"you pour, i always miss."

you laughed, pulling at the shrapnel of the seal that wonwoo always refused to cut away before removing the cork. "maybe if you didn't make the neck such a mess it wouldn't go everywhere when we pour it."

"unnecessary step," he retorted, watching you as you poured the wine into the two glasses. he took the one closest to him as you finished. "cheers."

"cheers," you repeated, clinking your glass against his and taking a gulp. you let out a noise of approval. "happy friday."

wonwoo was smiling as he took a sip. "happy friday."

"where's the pizza?"

"uh," he patted his empty pockets, then put down his wine glass to retrieve his phone from the couch. "down the street."

wonwoo had to shove his feet into a pair of slides to meet the delivery person at the entrance of your building, and when he returned, you were giggling into your glass at your sns feed. the wine hit maybe a little too hard, but you hadn't eaten in too long for you to have almost polished off a glass already.

wonwoo gestured for you to join him on the couch, so you grabbed the bottle of wine and tucked it under your arm, carrying the two glasses over to where he was shutting off his game.

you ate merrily, and then you talked. about nothing and everything all at the same time. this happened more often than you ever thought it would, but a week into living in the city, wonwoo had come home from hanging out with some old friends to you crying on the couch with a show on that was far too comical to be the source of your tears. that night, he stayed up with you until the sun was peeking up over the buildings, listening to your worries and struggles. he shared his own fears. you were a blubbering mess. he kept sniffling his nose, acting like the tears welling up in his eyes weren't there when you laughed, despite yourself. wonwoo and you had always been close, or as close as past coworkers that had the same friend circle could be, but this was different. you couldn't remember the last time you had cried like that in front of anyone, much less someone who wasn't your mother.

when you woke up on the couch past noon, your sunday to a late start, your arms were wrapped around wonwoo's torso as he slept, one hand tucked behind his head and the other on your back. his face was inches from yours. your cheeks were pink and you suddenly felt hot, trying as gently as you could to escape without waking him. he stirred, but only to readjust as you snuck away.

he said nothing about the cuddling when he woke to the sound of you closing the front door, and you smiled as you held out the iced americano you got him at the cafe down the street. he squinted at you and scratched his head, taking the drink and sipping it before even testing his voice.

"thanks."

he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. "what? you bought coffee. thank you."

you sat next to him and swirling the straw in your own drink. "no, i mean for staying up with me. sorry i was a mess."

there was a pause, and your heart almost stopped when he put an arm over your shoulder. "you weren't. and i'll stay up with you whenever you want."

wonwoo sipped at his drink again, giving you a light squeeze when a tear fell down your cheek.

living together meant you saw a side of him you had never seen before. the little things he did throughout his day, when he wasn't even particularly conscious that you were in the same room as him. he always bit at his thumb when he was working, and he had a habit of leaving the milk carton open in the fridge. he always made you smile when he emerged from his room with his headphones loud enough for you to hear them from across the room, and he cluelessly bobbed his head to whatever he was listening to while he refilled a water bottle, waving and smiling before he returned to his room. when your mom asked you how living with wonwoo was, you told her he was great. clean, respectful, and quiet. that you had never been closer. that he made you feel safer so far from home. you didn't, however, tell her that you discovered that he liked running home from the gym at 2 pm on the weekends, laying out on the floor with his shirt over his head before he convinced himself to take a shower.

you had always thought wonwoo was cute. how could you not? he was a handsome guy, but you had accepted your place as a friend to him and happily let it progress no further. but, now that you spent your afternoons off arguing with him on whether or not showering was even worth the trouble, you couldn't help but stare at him. watching his toned chest rise and fall as you thought about how he had admitted his crippling fear of failure to you at three in the morning when your face was puffier than a padded jacket.

you never noticed, but wonwoo watched you closer than he did anything in his life. that night, when he found you crying, he felt his heart clench as you told him all your insecurities. when he had pulled you into his chest and held you tight as you questioned whether moving so far from home was a mistake, he patted your hair and told you that it was going to be fine. you had him, afterall. he had you. the two of you could make it out here. and if you still wanted to go home when the lease was up in six months, he would be there to help you move back.

he didn't stop holding you until your breathing settled, your shoulders stopped shaking. he leaned back into the couch, bringing you with him, and you didn't protest when he ran his hand up and down your back, coaxing you to sleep.

since then, every time you spoke to him, he couldn't help but stare at you intently. he watched your eyes light up while you talked about something you loved. he watched you scrunch your nose as you talked about your new desk neighbor. he watched your lips push into a pout when he said he should go get some work done. he wondered if anyone else noticed the way you sucked on your teeth while you thought up a witty comeback, or the way you carded your fingers through your still wet hair. or the way your eyes creased into a laugh, your hand coming up to block your open mouth. or the way you chewed on your red wine stained lip while he tried to form a sentence in response, when all he wanted to do was put those lips on his.

wonwoo had been stewing with these feelings far longer than he thought bearable, but stuffed it down in fear that he might lose you altogether. he didn't want to lose you altogether. he had gone on a walk halfway through his workday at home, feeling antsy for no particular reason, though if he thought about it long enough he would have realised it was because you had said something about feeling lonely lately that morning. he saw the florist he had pointed out the week before, and his feet brought him through the door.

"hi!" he looked up from the colorful display by the door to the person behind the counter and smiled politely. "did you need help finding something?"

"um," wonwoo blinked and looked around for a moment, then moved towards the counter. "i need a gift, i think."

the florist's eyebrows quirked curiously. "you think?"

he nodded, eyes flicking down to the nametag on his chest. he wondered if he was a foreigner with his three character name, but didn't mention it. "yeah. housewarming. for my, uh-" wonwoo paused, catching himself not knowing how to describe his relationship to you. roommate? wannabe lover? he bit his cheek. "my friend."

joshua nodded slowly, watching wonwoo's eyes as he worked his way through the sentence. "just friend?"

wonwoo stared at a flower arrangement to his right. "something like that."

"got it." joshua walked around the counter and gestured for wonwoo to follow him deeper into the store. "since it's a housewarming, how about a potted plant? something to brighten up the space for a long time. they'll think about you every time they see it."

wonwoo nodded, not saying anything about how funny he thought it was that he said he was getting his own roommate a housewarming gift. "that sounds nice."

"now, i'm not gonna claim to know you," the florist started, putting up his hands to exaggerate his words, they kept moving as he pushed and pulled pots, looking for one in particular. "you've said, like, maybe a full sentence to me, but those were some complex emotions when you called them a friend, so i'm gonna assume i know the situation. i think you should get camellias. specifically red ones."

wonwoo looked at the sunshine yellow pot in the soft featured man's hands. the petals of the flower were round and delicate, and he thought about how you said the color yellow made you happy. "why's that?"

"i think you should look up the meaning when you give them this," joshua said, and for some reason, wonwoo trusted him.

he came back to the apartment thinking about how he might have just gotten scammed into buying the potted flowers in his hands, only to find soonyoung about to hit the buzzer to call your unit, a far too large cooler bag sitting on the bench by the entrance of your building.

"is y/n around?" soonyoung asked, trailing behind wonwoo as they walked up the stairs, struggling slightly with the overpacked bag. "they didn't respond to my kakao."

"they're at work," he replied, flipping his keys over in his hands to find the one for your front door. "they'll be home around six."

"ah, shit," soonyoung laughed. "i always forget you guys have adult jobs. i would kill for a monday through friday."

wonwoo almost laughed, but left the smile on his face. "weekends are kind of overrated, anyways."

the shorter hoisted the bag of dishes onto the kitchen cart while wonwoo closed the door. "who're the flowers for?"

wonwoo stared at the pot in his arm as if it was the first time he had seen it. "oh, uh. just the place."

"for y/n?"

he looked at soonyoung, who had his chin in his palms, elbows planted on the counter as he smiled. he knew he was right when wonwoo didn't respond.

"i think they'll like them," he said, unzipping the top of the bag and starting to unload his mother's packaged dishes for his cousin. "they like the color yellow."

wonwoo just said "i know," before he opened the fridge and started rearranging things to fit the new food.

according to soonyoung, wonwoo was painfully obvious. when he had come by a couple weeks prior, you were arguing with him about some ridiculous childhood memory at your grandparents' home, and while soonyoung laughed, he noticed the smile on wonwoo's face when he watched you. he also noticed the way he instinctively put a hand on your back when you sighed about your newest temp gig, and soonyoung pulled on his ear as he looked at the ceiling, leaning against the kitchen cart much like he was today as he told wonwoo about how oblivious his cousin must be.

you pulled your knees to your chest as you sipped at your wine, the pizza box almost completely polished off by the two of you sitting on the floor in front of your couch. you stare at the pot of flowers.

"they're pretty," you said finally.

you too, wonwoo thought.

"camellias, right?" you turned back to him. "i like them."

i like you, wonwoo thought. "i went to that place down the street. the guy working was nice."

you nodded, sipping again. "any reason in particular?"

"i-" wonwoo paused, staring at his glass. he finished the last gulp in it and put it on the floor next to the pizza box. "you said something about being down recently," he said, folding his fingers together as he leaned back against the couch. "i wanted to get you something, i guess."

you watched his fingers as they pushed his glasses up his nose again, and your heart fluttered at the idea of wonwoo thinking about you when you weren't around. "really? that's so nice," you pouted, shoving his knee.

he laughed, pulling his knee onto the couch to face you. "the guy there - the florist, i guess? his name was joshua. he seemed to really know flowers." he knitted his brows together when he realized he was procrastinating on saying what he was nervous to. he put his arm on the back of the couch, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm before continuing. "he said i should look up what they mean when i give them to you. red ones, specifically."

you perked up, heart racing. "what they mean? they have meaning?"

"y-yeah, i guess so," wonwoo said, then cleared his throat.

"hey google!" you looked over to where the device sat by your tv. "what to red camellias mean?"

wonwoo stared at your profile as you watched the device think before its automated voice piped up.

"camellia flowers are available in white, pink, and red, with each color having its own unique symbolism."

you looked over to him, excitedly putting your glass to your lips as the voice continued.

"pink camellias symbolize a longing for someone, and is given to people who are missed."

wonwoo swallowed hard, fingers fidgeting against his temple.

"red camellias symbolize love, passion, and a deep desire."

your eyes widened slightly as the device shut off, glass still to your lips and eyes still on wonwoo's. he stared back at you, and you wondered if he meant it. but he never claimed that he didn't feel those things for you.

before you could think, you clumsily put your glass on the floor and moved. you didn't stop moving until your lips were on wonwoo's, pushing him back into the arm of the couch as you practically crawled into his lap.

his hands found your hips and he helped you settle into him, your fingers tracing his jawline as it worked against yours. you sighed into his lips as his hand slid up under your shirt, placed gently on the small of your back. pulling you into him. when you paused for a moment, you thought about waking up to this exact same view, that day after you had cried all night. but this time, his other hand pulled your jaw back to kiss him again, and you happily complied.

#YAAAA #thank you so much for requesting i owe you my life #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #jeon wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #yoonpancake #requested #i wrote dis #do i have a wonu tag yet #sure dont #wonton

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pokeheadcannons97 · 4 years

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Bede catching s/o in the middle of a breakdown bc she feels like she failed people, bc like I just had a breakdown and I need comfort 😔✌️

Bede held on tightly to the modest paper bag filled with dinner for the night, dessert included that his Mawile was holding with her small arms. He balanced the bag with one hand and his hip as he searched through his pocket for the key to the home the two of you shared. Pressing the key into the small designated hole in the door he gave it a quick turn and unlocked the door.

Him and his Pokemon entered cheerfully, happy to be out of the slowly dropping temperature outside. He sat the food on the table and took the smaller bag from Mawile with an appreciative head pat and laid it next to the bigger one.

“Y/N! We’re home!” The blond called out into the house, looking around for any sign of your presence in the house.

He checked in the kitchen, by now you usually were busily preparing both of your Pokemon’s dinner. Normally you were happily chopping up different kinds of berries to add to the mix of food you prepared for everyone. But the familiar cutting board was setting neatly on the dish rack, and the knife was still snuggled into the knife block, unused.

Bede’s Mawile chirped to him, tugging on his pants leg. ”Maw! Maw!” She pointed to the bathroom down the hallway whose light could be seen from underneath the door.

The boy gave a hum of approval and made his way down the hallway. He reached out his lightly closed fist to tap on the door when he heard a soft whimper emitting from the room.

His eyebrows furrowed as he leaned his ear against the door to listen more closely. The muffled cries no higher than that of a baby Pachirisu continued to come from the bathroom.

The fairy type leader gently pushed the door open with him palm, doing his best not to spook you, but also not quickly enough to make you flinch.

The door made a soft squeak and your e/c eyes immediately turned towards your lover. “Bede…?” You asked after a short sniffle. You were sitting on top of the side of the bathtub, your eyes red and sore looking.

Bede said nothing as his Mawile tapped her way over to you and rubbed against your leg while wrapping her shorter arms around it. He followed his Pokemon and sat next to you on the tub.

“I’m sorry… I just…” You started.

Bede quietly placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned into you. “Tell me what happened. What’s got you like this?”

You felt yourself lean into him, placing your head on his shoulder. You didn’t even have to think about it, your body itself was so comforted with Bede. “I just feel..” you paused and gave another sniff, trying to get your voice to not sound so nasally. “I feel like I’m failing.”

The blond lifted his head from it’s place on top of yours and peered down at you. “Failing? At what?”

You gave a sigh, bunching together the fabric of your shirt between your fingers. “I don’t know… life? People?” your face began to scrunch up, warm tears filling your eyes. “You?”

Bede immediately placed both his hands on your shoulders and forced you to look at him. “Why would you ever feel like you’re failing the people around you?” His face formed a large; and rare, sad expression. “Why would you ever feel like you’re failing me? Is it something that I’ve said?” He asked and scanned your face for a reply. “I know that I can have a sharp tongue, but I would never mean to make you feel as if you’ve failed me.”

Your eyes grew as big as full moons and you shook your head vigorously. “Bede, no no no!” You replied quickly. “You’ve said nothing to make me feel this way!”

“But if I haven’t then…?” He asked you and you deflated, your hands on Mawile’s head.

“Hun, it’s me. It’s all me.” You pulled away for a moment and hugged yourself.

“I’m so… hard on myself. I’m not as talented and amazing at my job as you are. I can’t bring out the inner strength in Pokemon like you can. I can’t provide an entertaining experience of theatre like Miss Opal can. Whatever I do just seems so…trivial in comparison.”

You felt a couple tears fall down your cheeks and you wiped at them. “I do my best to make sure not to give the reporters or media anything that could be used to ruin your reputation that you’ve worked so hard to build. I do my best to make sure that our Pokemon and us have the tastiest meals to eat, they’re taken care of, etc.”

Bede listened silently, his hand on your shoulder, the other on your thigh, letting you speak your troubles.

“Why don’t I ever feel like it’s enough?” you finally said and stared at anything except him, feeling very much exposed and vulnerable. “Like I’m not enough?”

Bede placed both hands on both sides of your cheeks and cradled your face in them. “You worry about people who don’t matter, and their opinions far too much my dear. And you don’t give yourself enough credit for all that you do.”

You blinked and stared at him before he continued.

“The only people’s opinions that matter, is your own. And the people that love you.” He added and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks as he did so.

“Me and Miss Opal love you so much, Y/N. Your family and friends love you as well.” He chuckled. “But not as much as me.”

You laughed lightly and gave him a light punch on his thigh. “You’re so you, Bede.”

He gave a hum on approval and gave you a second kiss, longer this time. When he finally pulled away, he wrapped you into a warm embrace. “We are our harshest critic, Y/N. But, that voice is never constructive. Anything that your mind has told you, about how you’re a failure, you’re not enough? It’s lying to you. Period.” He gave a squeeze. “You are everything that I have ever wanted, and you are everything that I want to be and better myself by.”

You felt like a boulder had been lifted from your body. “Thank you Bede.” You petted Mawile softly.

“And you too, Millie.”

#bede #bede x reader #pokemon swsh

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 3 years

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Heheh I'm back on my Zeus mess >:)) @megatraven and @catlovingwitch

So I've already talked to you two about it, I believe, but here is the general idea I had at like midnight one night:

"Zeus and MC have a fight and then MC goes to a party that's held by the Gods because of the case success and MC meets Zeus there and emotions."

Anyways here we go and I hope everyone likes it-

Btw, the ending scene isn't that good bc idk how to write it and you'll see-

There’s proofreading but if something is off then my bad!

As soon as MC got home, she closed the door and locked it.

"At least the case is solved," she told herself, trying to make sense of her sadness.

She shouldn't have been feeling sad, but she was. Her and Zeus fought before the case was finished, but they never made up. They finally finished the case this day and MC was excused.

She opened her bedroom curtain, and crashed right onto her bed. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She couldn't believe how she was feeling and didn't understand why.

"He's my boss. He's the King of all kings. I shouldn't be feeling like this."

She would've laid there for the rest of the evening, but her thinking was interrupted by the sound of an alarm. She felt vibration on her side and realized it was her phone. She pulled it out and saw a reminder that made her heart drop. "The Olympus celebration is tonight," she said with low surprise. Her past self would've been excited, but now she felt drained and anxious.

She sat up and undid her bun with a sigh. She looked over at her closet and remembered what was inside. After she worked with Zeus for awhile, he became...closer to her. He became more friendly, so he decided to give her a gift. He knew there was going to be a celebration on Olympus one day and how she had to go since she was working with him, so he gave her a nice dress to wear. It was soft, comfortable, and not too fancy. It was just right for her. Despite her attempt not to, her heart fluttered at the reminder that he considered what she liked.

She stood up and walked over to the closet, her heart feeling heavy with every step. She opened it and looked at the beautiful dress that was among all her regular clothes. It was a white, one shoulder dress, with one long sleeve down the right arm. There were no designs or anything, so it was simple. To make up for the plainness, he gave her a necklace and bracelet. Now that was the part that truly made her heart flutter. The necklace was a gold chain with a pendant stopping below her collarbone. The bracelet was gold pearls tied together. They really were beautiful, but now she didn't know if she wanted to wear them at all.

Her head was fighting with her heart, and she knew she had to find an answer. She only had thirty minutes to get there.

"He seemed upset when I left. Maybe I need to go and apologize?" She asked herself.

They were both upset and he deserved to apologize to her, but she also had to apologize. That little fact made her nod as she looked at the dress.

"I have to go and at least say sorry. It'll be fine," she reassured herself.

She grabbed the dress and accessories and carefully put them on. She walked to the mirror in her bathroom and smiled at herself. She really looked beautiful, and she couldn't remember the last time she felt like that. She turned this way and that to try and see herself from all sides, and she looked good to go.

She let out a deep breath. "Alright, it's time to go. You got this." She finger gunned at the mirror and laughed.

She went and grabbed her purse and locked the door as she left.

She walked through the entrance of H.E.R.A. and was messing with her sleeve as she walked to the elevator.

"MC?" A voice said behind her.

MC would've jumped, but she knew that voice. She turned around and smiled. "Alex!"

Alex was walking through the entrance as well and smiling. When they got closer, they looked her up and down, and smirked.

"You look very good. Trying to impress someone?"

MC's eyes widened before she shyly looked down at the ground. "Zeus gave it to me, and I thought I should wear it."

She didn't see it, but Alex's smirk grew even more. They wanted to tease her, but knew she was too shy, and that they were running out of time.

They walked closer and ruffled her hair slightly. "How about we hurry up together? It's going to start soon."

She looked up at them and smiled back. "Yeah, we better hurry." She walked with them as they went up to Olympus, talking about whatever came to mind. Even if MC wanted to talk about something completely different.

MC and Alex walked through Olympus and to the room where they held the celebration. Alex looked a little excited and bright, while MC was still anxious and scared. But she pushed it away when she walked in with them.

Alex looked around the room and spotted their mother immediately. "How about we go see my mother?"

MC could see their excitement at seeing Aphrodite, and she was a little excited to see her, too. She nodded and followed them as they weaved through the crowd. They made it to Aphrodite and she greeted them with a loving smile. Her gaze then met MC's and her smile stayed the same.

"MC! I'm so glad you could make it," she said with a little surprise.

She nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I didn't want to miss it." She did her best to sound excited, but she knew she failed. Her mind was still occupied by a hardheaded God.

If Aphrodite noticed it, she didn't mention it. She just nodded and squeezed MC's shoulder. "Well, I'm glad you decided to come. I wanted to give you my thanks."

MC tilted her head. "Thank me for what?"

Alex gave MC a confused look. "MC, you helped save the Pantheon, you deserve thanks."

"You deserve more than thanks, but I can't give it all here," Aphrodite said with a small smirk.

"Thank you, Aphrodite. It wasn't too big of a deal," she said with a small giggle. It really was a big deal, but she didn't want to think of the case right now. She wanted to think of anything else, even if that was going to be impossible.

The three of them talked for a few more minutes before Aphrodite excused herself.

"I'm sorry, but I must step out for a moment."

Alex and MC nodded and watched as she left through a different hallway. However, MC's gaze lasted longer than it should have. She only broke out of it when Alex tapped her on the back of her head.

MC jumped and looked back at them with a smile. "Sorry, I was just stuck in my mind."

Their smile dropped. "MC, what's wrong?" Their playful demeanor was gone and replaced with a worried friend, something she really needed.

An excuse was at the tip of her tongue, but she knew they would see through it. They were one of her best friends, even if they had a level of professionalism add to it.

She shook her head and sighed. "It's stupid really."

They grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly. "Nothing is stupid if it's bothering you this bad."

She squeezed back and let it go. "Yeah, I guess so. The problem is just too hard to explain." She began to pick at her fingers out of habit.

MC looked out into the crowd and saw all of the Gods and Goddesses enjoying their night. Many were drinking to their hearts content, some doing intense flirting, and some moving around the room to talk. She knew some of them by name, but most she had no clue about. However, as she watched the people move, she saw a blue blazer that looked familiar.

Zeus, the one and only, was coming in the room, and looking around at everyone. MC gasped quietly and looked away quickly. She looked towards the hallway Aphrodite used and thought about leaving.

"You can take a break if you need one, MC. No speeches or anything won't start for another ten minutes, alright?" Alex whispered to her.

MC looked at them and smiled. "Thank you. I'll be back before then. Hopefully, anyways." She let out a deep breath and left quickly.

She left the room and walked down the long, gold hallway, leading to an exit. She walked through the golden doors and was met with a path to an Olympic pool. She couldn't see well, so she hoped that Aphrodite was there.

She walked through the path and thought about what she would say.

"What do you say to the Goddess of Love?" She thought to herself. She hadn't spoken to Aphrodite on a personal level in so long. She forgot what it felt like to be comfortable around her.

Before she knew it, she was standing only a few feet away from the edge of the pool. Aphrodite was there, leaning against a column, and looking out into the distance. MC hesitated for a moment, but knew she needed to do this.

"Hi, Aphrodite," she said softly. She wanted to sound confident, but she sounded shaky.

Aphrodite turned around and smiled at seeing MC. "Hello, MC. Would you like to join me?"

MC nodded and walked to stand beside Aphrodite. They both looked out into the distance, but MC was the most captivated.

"It looks so beautiful here," she said as she looked at the beautiful sights in front of her.

"It really is. It always is nice to come here and think when it's too crowded," Aphrodite said.

"I've never seen it at night in a long, long time," MC said sadly. She didn't grow up on Olympus, but she saw it a few times. It always made her child eyes widen, and now it had that same effect.

Aphrodite was silent for a minute before she looked over at MC. "I know, and I'm glad you're here tonight. But I feel like it's not just to see the night-sights."

MC looked over at her and gave a small smile. "No, no I didn't. I came here for many things." She began to pick at her nails again. "I came to talk to you."

Aphrodite smiled and her eyes lit up. "I'm glad you decided to tell me on your own."

MC blushed. "You know everything, don't you?"

"I don't know just because of my abilities, I know because of how you've been acting tonight. And how a certain God has been acting."

MC's heart pounded as she thought of who that was. "Zeus has been acting weird, too?"

Aphrodite nodded and giggled. "He's not very good at being subtle. I just know something is wrong with you two."

MC looked back out into the distance. "There is, but I don't know how to explain it."

"Just try," Aphrodite said softly, doing her best to encourage MC.

MC took a minute to think of her words, and sighed. "Zeus got on my nerves for so long, and I got on his, too. He always made it very clear," she laughed. "But then we got...closer in a way. I kind of like his presence, I got more comfortable around him, and he did, too. He laughed at my jokes, began to listen to my opinion, and he began to care about what I think. He gave me these certain looks during the case and just made me feel special." MC's mood turned sour as she remembered why she was even talking about that.

"But when we got near the end of the case, he got agitated and didn't want to admit that I was helping him. We tried to keep it under control, but we argued really bad one day, and we haven't made up since then. It's just been these little touches and awkward looks."

It went silent between the two for a moment, but Aphrodite was quick to keep MC going.

"Do you think you love him?" She asked with a smile on her face.

MC closed her eyes and shrugged. "That's the thing. I don't know if I do or not. I haven't felt like this before. I never tried to."

Aphrodite tilted her head. "You never 'tried' to?"

"When my mom died, I kinda shut people out. I had friends, but we drifted apart because of how I was quiet and sad all the time. The only people who didn't leave me was my brother and Alex. I buried myself in studying, and didn't do any time with dating or feelings," MC shyly admitted.

Aphrodite's heart ached for a second at the mention of MC's mom. "I'm sorry to hear about that. But it's okay to be like this, to not know what you're doing. There's many people who don't know."

"That's really nice to hear," MC said with a relieved sigh.

"But you shouldn't just talk to me. You should talk to him, too."

"Yes, but how do I know if I do love him? How do I know if it's real or just a random crush?"

"That is a difficult thing to find out, and it's different for everyone, so I can't give you a concrete answer," Aphrodite said with sympathy.

"I didn't really expect one, but I just wanted to know if you think there's anything between us. If there's any possibility," MC pleaded.

Aphrodite turned to fully face MC and gently grabbed her shoulder. "Yes, I believe there's something there. You just need to pursue it."

MC looked over at Aphrodite with a worried look, but smiled after a minute. "Thank you. That's what I kinda needed."

"I'm here for you now. I'm sorry I wasn't for many years," Aphrodite said with regret.

MC struggled to find a response, so she repeated herself. "Thank you."

MC entered the room and squeezed through the crowd all the way to Alex. They were near the front of the room, so she had to say a lot of, 'excuse me's, but she made it.

She appeared next to them and tapped them on the shoulder. "I'm back. I hope I didn't miss anything."

Alex looked at her and smirked. "The only thing you missed were a few little drunk outbursts."

They both laughed quietly as the drunk Goddess finished her speech, but stopped when the next God appeared. It was the big and mighty Zeus. He looked out into the crowd and gave his cocky smile and began to do his speech. His eyes moved among the crowd as he talked and thanked everyone for their help, but then he met MC's eyes.

MC used to fear his gaze, used to hate the way he looked at her, but now she liked the attention and loved looking at his blue eyes. She didn't look away this time. She gave him a small smile.

He struggled to find his words, but he cleared his throat and began to continue.

"But I want to thank someone specifically. Agent MC [Last Name] was very helpful to solving this case," he said with his chest puffed out, as if he was proud for her.

MC's cheeks went really red when a few of the divines turned to look at her and clap, but she liked the appreciation.

Zeus continued on, but finished soon after. He gave one last look at MC before he excused himself and left the room.

Alex nudged her with their elbow. "You thinking about trouble?"

MC nodded. "Yeah, I think I am."

"You better get to it then. The night will be over before you know it."

MC thanked them and squeezed her way through the crowd and followed Zeus.

She got out into the gold hallway, and stood there.

"Oh. I don't know where he went actually," she thought.

"Are you looking for Zeus?"

MC looked down the hallway and saw an agent leave a room. He was locking it up, and when MC looked closer, he had Zeus's badge.

MC perked up and nodded. "Yes, I am! Do you happen to know where he is?"

The agent finished and walked to her with a smile. "Yes, he's back at his estate."

"Great, thank you!" MC began to walk away with a little bounce in her step.

"I'd be a little careful though. He seemed pretty tense when he made me lock up."

She should've turned around, but she didn't stop and only called out in response. "I will be! Take care!"

She walked down the path to his estate and finally got to the front door. That excitement was replaced with slight nervousness, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. She needed to talk to him and get everything set straight.

'It would hurt me a lot more if I didn't know where we stand at all.'

She pulled on the handle to find it unlocked, which surprised her.

'He usually doesn't leave the door unlocked. Was he in that much of a rush?'

She pushed the door open slowly and went inside. The lights were on and everything looked the same to her since she last been there, the only thing different were a few papers scattered on the coffee table in the living room. They were the size of flashcards and MC got curious.

She picked one of them up and sighed at what she saw. 'Of course it's not in English. I should've expected that.' She picked up the rest and saw that they all were in Greek. 'Maybe I can ask what they say.'

She placed them back on the table and looked around in the kitchen to find no one.

"Zeus? I wanted to talk," she called out as she walked towards the steps. She started to go up, but thought twice about it.

'I don't want him to think I'm snooping through his rooms or anything.'

She turned away and decided to leave the house. 'Maybe he's out in the backyard?'

She walked towards the front door and was about to open it, but someone opened it first. She stepped back to see Zeus looking at her with a shocked face.

"MC?"

"Yeah, it's me," she said slowly. She stepped back into the living room and watched as he closed the door and followed her.

She held her hands together against her stomach. "I wasn't snooping or anything. I came to talk to you and the door was unlocked, so I thought you were in here."

He smiled and shook his head. "It's okay, MC. I was just a little shocked that you were here. I didn't think you'd want to see me," he said with a small laugh.

"Well, I wanted to see you, so I could apologize and talk to you," she said shyly.

He tilted his head. "Apologize for what?"

Her eyes widened slightly. "For yelling at you and how our argument happened, and talk about other things."

He sighed and walked closer to her. He put his hands in his pockets and looked away. "You don't have anything to apologize for. I'm the one who has to apologize." He looked back at her. "I was acting irrational and I was extremely rude for no reason."

She laughed. "A little, but I was also angry and rude. I made it worse."

"You didn't make it worse. You made me realize something."

She smirked slightly. "What did I make you realize?"

He looked away for a moment before walking to the kitchen.

"Can you sit in the living room for a second? I'll get you a glass of water."

She felt a little confused, but just shrugged and sat down on the very comfortable couch. She looked at everything in the room, but her eyes kept going back to the little flashcards. After only a minute, he came back in the room and sat next to her. He had a glass of water. She thanked him and only took a sip before placing it on the coffee table.

She picked up one of the flashcards and showed it to him. "What are these for?"

His eyes widened for a moment before he looked away. "I was writing something."

"Don't worry, I can't read it, so if it's a big secret, then I don't know."

"I was trying to write an apology. I guess practice for it," he said quietly.

MC smirked as she noticed a blush on his face. "You were practicing an apology?"

"Yes, alright? I just wanted to get things right."

"Can you read it to me?"

He looked back at her and he stopped breathing for a moment. "It doesn't really make any sense."

MC's smirk grew and she leaned forward. "Just try for me. Please?" She cocked her head and did her best puppy eyes.

He sighed with defeat. "Fine." He took the card from her hand and placed it back on the table. "But I'd rather apologize on my own and not look at a paper." He grabbed her hand gently and composed himself before he spoke. "I wanted to apologize because of how I acted and how I didn't make up for it. I should've made up before all of this, but I didn't, and I'm sorry."

She hummed. "Well, I was stupid, too. I shouldn't have let myself get so angry, but I did, and I'm sorry, too." She squeezed his hand. "I accept your apology, but do you accept mine?"

He smiled and squeezed her hand. "Yes, I do. I'm surprised that you can forgive me for that."

"You're not that bad. At least not to me," she said shyly. She wanted to cover her face, but she held back. His gaze still felt heavy to her.

He cleared his throat. "Well, what was the other thing you wanted to talk about?"

She tilted her head and gave him a smile. "I wanted to talk about us, if that's alright," she said slowly.

Despite his attempt, a blush spread across his face. "Do you want me to start?"

She shook her head. "No, I want to." She cleared her throat and looked down at their hands. "We didn't get along, which was very clear, but you opened up to me, and I opened up to you. Slowly, I began to care about you, but I pushed it away. I thought it was wrong and that you would shame me for it. I thought I was doing good, but then we argued and didn't make up. I felt really upset when we didn't act like we used too, but I kept pushing it off. But tonight, I realized that I love you."

Zeus's eyes widened and he gasped quietly. He opened his mouth multiple times as he tried to put his words together, but he didn't know how to respond.

MC looked up and her heart dropped at his silence. "It's okay if you don't feel the same at all and we can ignore this or anything if you want-"

"No," he said with a firm tone.

She looked at the ground and nodded. "I see. I'm sorry then."

He tilted her chin up so she would look at him. "No, I mean, I feel the same," he said softly.

MC leaned in closer. "Really?"

He laughed at her excitement. "Yes, really. You're not that bad either."

She flipped her hair back. "I'm glad you finally noticed."

He nodded. "I'm glad, too. It'd be a shame if I didn't."

She smirked and scooted closer. "Why would it be such a shame?"

He leaned closer. "Because you're a beautiful, amazing, and smart woman."

"Can I kiss you?" She was only a few inches away, but waited for permission.

And Zeus didn't hesitate. "Of course."

MC leaned in and finally did something she'd been thinking of.

She kissed him and he kissed back. It wasn't a random daydream, it was a reality.

She really was getting it with the King of the Gods. It sounded so unreal in her mind, but it was real.

After a few moments, they pulled away, but not far. They were barely an inch apart.

"I love you, Zeus," she said with all of her heart.

Zeus's cheeks were instantly warm at her words. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she immediately responded.

"That's good, because I love you, too," he said with a smirk.

They both leaned in again and let it last this time. He wanted to get more of her, and she wanted more of him. They pulled away, only to go in for more again, and again, and again. It felt like they couldn't get enough of each other.

"Can we take this somewhere else?" She asked him in between kisses.

He pulled away and laughed. "Anywhere you want."

MC pulled on his tie gently. "Lead me to the bedroom, your majesty," she said in a suggestive voice.

Zeus smirked. "Yes, ma'am."

Anyways, yes my Zeus has a kink for being called king in bed-

BUT YEAH!!! I hope you like thisss. I've been thinking on it for awhile, but it's just been difficult to write!! I like it and sorry if sometimes it seems bad. I just suck with writing in the right tense lol. Sometimes it sounds like its in first person, other times it might be second person, but most of the time (hopefully) it's third person.

Anyways, I hope you, Meg and Wren, enjoyed and liked this!! I'd love some feedback! I love talking about Zeus :).

OH BTW!!! The ending was gonna be them getting interrupted by Hades but I changed my mind lol.

#my writing #lovestruck #Astoria fates kiss #Astoria fates kiss zeus #and yh the ending kiss part was probably bad. I just couldn’t figure out how to write it the way i wanted #but yh Hades was going to interrupt them by knocking on the door saying he and Zeus needed to discuss something. what was that something???#idk lol. IT JUST WAS THERE BUT I COULDNT WRITE THAT EITHER FJWSBWB #but we can imagine Hades unintentionally interrupting them #but yeah I hope you enjoyed this :))). I love talking about Zeus and I hope this was better than my last Zeus fic!!!#and YES I have to include Alex ALSO knowing the issue like their mother and being the charming person they are towards MC

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daisugababy · 4 years

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unedited sneak peek for the upcoming chapter of seattle: become human bc it’s valentine’s day so why not?? :)

February 14th 2039, 8:36 pm

When Levi opened the door to their house, all he wanted to do was to take a shower and then sleep. Did going to sleep at 9 pm on Valentine’s day make him sound boring? Maybe. Maybe a little bit. But he just got off a 24-hour shift, including a 16-hour surgery with Dr. Kepner and at this point he didn't care what the universe or his housemates would think of him. He was just exhausted and wanted to get some rest.

Already imagining himself naked in the shower, closed eyes and hot water burning his skin, he kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat. Oh yes, with each step he took towards the bathroom, he could already smell that expensive sandalwood shower gel that Casey had gotten him as his Secret Santa last year.

He stopped, however, when he passed the kitchen, an unfamiliar, but definitely pleasantly smell catching his attention. He took a little detour and found Nico behind the kitchen counter, tossing the contents in a wok that Levi had never seen before, looking like a real professional. Nico always looked like he knew how to do things, even when he never tried them before.

With anyone else, it would have annoyed Levi, but with Nico... With Nico it was different.

Perfection was in his programming. He was manufactured to be a perfect surgeon. And he was able to learn almost anything within a few tries.

Maybe that’s why he liked watercolors so much. He didn’t immediately conjure up a perfect painting. In fact, it took him weeks to produce something that he was somewhat satisfied with. Levi thought everything he did was perfect in a way. Even his first tries. They made him more...

Less like a machine. An actual...being. A being with flaws and imperfections.

Levi had learned that Nico liked having a challenge. He liked having to really try to do something and to improve himself. Maybe not being perfect was his way of separating himself from his programming. To prove that he was someone who still had to learn. Who still could learn.

Upon closing in on his housemate, Levi began to recognize the wok. Casey’s mom had given it to him ages ago when he moved out first while being in pre-med. He had used it maybe once or twice before. It eventually landed in the furthest corner of the cabinets of the kitchen island. It originally wasn’t really a kitchen island. They had this one cabinet that Dahlia brought in and then decided to place a countertop onto it. A few bar stools later, they had a place to eat at or to just stare at the designated cook of the night. That was, if they didn’t just prepare something together.

Cooking together was a whole other story though. A story that wasn’t told often in this house due to recurring arguments.

Sitting down on one of the bar stools, Levi watched Nico move around, stirring the wok and checking the pot that Levi previously missed to notice.

“Do I have enough time to take a shower, or are you almost done?” Levi didn’t want to have him wait for too long, but he was definitely feeling very grimy from work today. And while Nico probably wouldn’t be bothered by it, Levi didn’t want Nico to associate him with the scent of sweat.

“Go ahead, it’ll take at least 15 minutes. So don’t rush,” Nico said, his hand sending him off before he turned around again to stir the wok.

When the smell of sandalwood surrounded him, Levi leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He welcomed the hot water hitting his skin, washing away the sweat and stress of the day. He loved being a surgeon, saving people’s lives and all that. But it sure as hell was exhausting and had him longing for his bed 90 percent of his existence outside the hospital. That longing got more bearable though as soon as he was surrounded by his friends and furry children.

Levi smiled softly at the thought. He was really lucky to have found them. And he wouldn’t change a thing even if it could cancel out his tiredness.

He turned off the water, immediately missing its heat on his body. He reminded himself that better things were waiting for him downstairs as he stepped out of the shower onto the bath mat. He wiped the steam from the mirror above the sink to look at his reflection.

He knew he didn’t have enough time to make himself look truly dashing, but Nico was cooking for him and he didn’t just want to show up in his pajamas. So he dried his hair as best as possible with a towel and put on a nice shirt and jeans. He tried to do something with his hair, but it just ended up being his usual curly mess. Maybe he could play it off as part of his charm.

Maybe.

It’s not like he was going on a date or anything. It was just dinner. That Nico cooked. Nothing new or special. Absolutely not. It might be the day of commercial love, but that didn’t have to make it a date. Just because it was only them and Nico cooked something that smelled delicious while looking good, just like he always did.

When Levi entered the kitchen, it was dark inside. He looked around and found the food as well as Nico missing. Normally if Nico cooked, they’d sit at the kitchen island with Levi chomping down the dish and Nico drinking a cup of thirium. They’d talk about their day, plans for the weekend or just enjoyed the silent company of the other. Silence between them was never awkward.

Levi’s next stop was the living room. And sure enough, the smell of food got stronger with every step he took. Just on cue his stomach was growling loudly, reminding him that the last time he ate anything was right before the surgery had started.

All of that rumble was forgotten about though as soon as he stepped into the living room. Nico was sitting on the couch, Kali crawling onto his lap, Sprinkles next to them, licking his fur as if Nico had told him to spruce up. The only light in the room came from the fireplace and the fairy lights that Dahlia had installed throughout the room pre-Christmas.

Slowly, Levi approached the couch, marveling at how cozy it all looked and how Nico looked like he just belonged here. Here and nowhere else. And Levi belonged here too. They both were absolutely and one hundred percent meant to be here. Together. Levi could feel it with every fiber of his being. And it was in that moment that he knew that whatever the future might hold for them, he would do absolutely anything to make sure that the man in front of him was safe. That he could be and do anything he wanted without ever having to be afraid.

“Oh.” Nico turned his head to look at Levi when he touched his right shoulder, hand gliding over to his left as he sat down next to him.

“It looks wonderful,” Levi whispered, feeling Nico wrap his arm around him.

“You do too.” Levi closed his eyes and tried to hide the grin that accompanied the heat that rose to his cheeks. Sometimes he forgot how smooth Nico could be if he wanted.

He opened his eyes again to say something, but all that came out of his mouth was a helpless “I –”

“Dinner is getting cold,” Nico noted with a smile, fingers tapping Levi’s upper arm, sending shivers down his spine. If it wasn’t for the food in front of him that Nico had spent his time on, Levi could’ve just stayed like this for the rest of the night, begging stomach completely ignored.

#schmico #schmico fic #nico kim #levi schmitt #valentine's day #hello this is a lil update to proof i am still working on it!!#it's not all of the scene but i haven't written it all yet and i thought this was a nice cute for now :)

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soundofseventeen · 5 years

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Kiss Me Slowly (Yoon Jeonghan)

Happy birthday @babiesanshine!! Gina, I hope you know we love you very much here and we’re so lucky to call you a friend!!(Thanks to your miscs, I was able to piece together your birthday and I had time to put this together!) Enjoy your day, my love bc it’s all for you!

Inspo

Word count: 2558

Jeonghan at your front door at a quarter past two in the morning rarely meant good news. Well it’s not like it meant bad news either; it was more of you losing sleep because he showed up at an unreasonable hour and left at an even unreasonable hour. But he was an idol with a schedule more hectic than yours, so you were always happy to see him even if it meant getting looks from your nosy neighbors who thought you were lonely just as he was leaving at the crack of the following morning. However, the only thing wrong at the moment besides you needing to be up in a few hours, was the fact that it was pouring outside and he was soaked to the bone.

“Are you even aware of the weather...or the time?” you scolded him when you found a clean towel to dry himself off.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I feel sorry for everyone who’s out there.” He chuckled, not really caring that he outed himself.

You rolled your eyes. “How was the game show?” you asked, leading him into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and pulled out a beer, which he declined.

“It was fun, but long. And I didn’t feel like staying home yet. So here I am.” He smiled brightly as if he didn’t have any other responsibility except being there with you.

“Don’t you have dance practice tomorrow?” Or later today? You were too tired to make the correction.

“I’ll have you know that- yes.”

“Okay. Go shower.”

“What?”

“Go. Shower.” You took out the remains of your dinner leftovers, and proceeded to heat them up. Jeonghan was still drying his hair and somehow the fluorescents of the kitchen light accentuated his features, making him look angelic. And it’s not that you didn’t like it, but you hated how the makeup artists whitewashed his skin tone and made him look like something he wasn’t. And this Jeonghan scared you sometimes. Sometimes it felt like if you touched him, he’d disappear. The raindrops that he managed to miss slid down his face, exposing the slivers of the real Jeonghan underneath.

“If you get sick, I won’t visit you until you’re better and you know I’ll leave my doors locked.” Which was true. The germaphobe in you rarely let you do anything when your friends were sick.

“I know,” he chuckled. “Do you have clothes for me?”

“I’ll throw them into my dryer so they’re warm. And I’m reheating some food so you’re gonna eat and you’re staying here so don’t even bother arguing.”

He left once you promised to leave some dry towels in your room as well and you went about your business, seeing that it’d be a couple of hours until sleep could grace you with her presence again. You rummaged through your cupboard and cabinets until you found what you were looking for. You took out a small pot and filled it with water, placing it on the stove next to dinner and proceeded to look for some of Jeonghan’s clothes that you swore he left sometime during his last visit, which proved to be challenging.

You had met Jeonghan sometime in his predebut days when you had already established a secure future for yourself but it had amazed you that he rarely spent nights with you when you became friends, only staying when it was too late or too ugly outside. (He had enough common sense to know when to leave but he was human and forgot from time to time.)

Either way you invested in a pull out couch in your living room which you fixed up for him once you found old pj's and threw them into the dryer along with another towel. (You would’ve given him the spare bedroom but you turned that into your personal library and office room.) And once you heard the water shut off, you ran to the dryer and took out everything and placed them in your bedroom. No way you were gonna walk in on him when he wasn’t decent.

“Han?” you knocked on the bathroom door gently, “I’m leaving your towel hanging on the knob and you can get dressed in my room. The food’s almost ready too.”

His muffled, “Thank you,” sounded and you walked back to the kitchen in time to see the food hot enough to consume.

You lowered the temperature of the near boiling water so it wouldn’t be ready so quickly. You opened another cupboard and removed a plate before opening the curtain to enjoy the view. Living in the heart of Seoul city wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be. Much like the streets of Los Angeles, it remained busy day in and day out, and if it wasn’t for the mostly soundproof room, you never would’ve considered moving here, but it had become your home rather quickly. The fourteenth floor had the perfect view of everything you loved. Your favorite part of the whole place was the skyline you often ogled, even on a rainy night like now. It seemed cold enough that the condensation fogged up the glass and you shivered when your fingertips touched the window to wipe it away.

You sighed deeply, not sure why nostalgia was hitting you at the moment. It could’ve been the late night or the warmth of the room, but you missed something. A tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you remembered that you had a guest and you turned off the stove off.

“Do I get to know what you’re thinking?” Jeonghan asked as softly as the night as you served him a plate.

“I want a tattoo of this skyline.” Which was true. It had been crossing your mind lately to get it somewhere on your body. You wondered why no one ever considered turning it into the eighth wonder of the world. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You turned around to find him running a towel through his hair, and not a hint of makeup on him. This was your favorite Jeonghan; the one with tan skin kissed under the sun and purple bags under his eyes from not getting enough sleep (well, you didn’t like either but that wasn’t what you meant) with a little bit of acne on his cheek from whenever he had eaten too many peanuts and all the moles and freckles that made him Jeonghan. This was what made him look more human and when you felt better about calling him your friend. You felt more comfortable around him when he wasn’t Seventeen’s angel. But that was the price of having him in your life.

“Then get it,” he shrugged. “I was thinking about getting an eyebrow piercing.” He sat at the table as you came with two plates since you figured he wouldn’t eat if you didn’t.

“Are you really?”

“Nah, that’s not my thing, but Joshua was thinking about a new piercing soon. If you two want, you can set up an appointment soon and then I can tag along.”

You nodded, thinking about it. “We’ll see when we all have time. Do you want something to drink?”

He shook his head. “What time do you have to be at work?” He raised his chopsticks and tasted the noodles, slurping them eagerly when his taste buds agreed with the flavor.

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t think I’ll sleep a lot anymore.” You smiled a little as he inhaled his dinner, not sure how someone could eat so happily.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I should’ve gone straight home, huh?”

It was your turn to shake your head. “No. I always tell you that my house is open to you no matter when.” Also true. You weren’t ungrateful that he wanted to spend time with you instead of going straight to bed like a normal human being, but you couldn’t deny that a head’s up would’ve been nice. “Thank you for coming. It’s always good to see you.”

“I like coming. It always feels like home.” It stayed quiet while you finished your meals, occasionally looking at each other and smiling. “If you’re tired, you can go to sleep. I can clean up,” he offered.

“I’ll be fine. I can always use a sick day if I want to. You should sleep.”

“I’m not tired,” he protested.

You scooted your chair back, a knowing smile on your lips as you stood up to clear the plates. “Figures. I made you some tea to help you.” You brought back a mug. “Here. It’s still hot so be careful.” As predicted, even with his shower, Jeonghan’s hands were cold as you handed him the mug and you accidentally brushed fingers. “Are you cold? I can turn on the heater.”

“I’m fine,” he smiled as he stood up and decided to go to his comfy pull out bed. “Do you have an extra charger I can borrow?”

You couldn’t help but feel how domestic everything felt which once again you blamed on the late night. He was especially close for comfort and if you reached behind you, you could find his hand and hold it, hold him. But you shook the thought off really quickly. Yoon Jeonghan was a friend, nothing more. You invited him into your room and he sat on your bed patiently while you searched.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan curiously eyed a scrapbook that you left out on the bed and he opened it, revealing bits and pieces of who you were and what crossed your mind. He traced the designs of the washi tape you used, memorizing your handwriting and marveling at how colorful your mind was. He frowned a little when he came across the words in your primary language, frustrated that he couldn’t decipher them.

He didn’t realize how much or rather how little he knew about your home life before you moved here. All he knew was that you moved to escape memories, and Jeonghan didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t tell if the people you were posing with were with friends, family or even fans, but they must’ve been important if you did this.

“Those were the days,” you told him quietly, twirling the charger in your hands. “Sometimes I remember home wasn’t such a bad place.” You pointed to the faces, giving them a name and who they were to you. You turned the pages carefully, revealing everything about your past life, torn between being honest and keeping him on a need to know basis. “You know, when I got engaged, it seemed like I could finally be someone my family could be proud of and I thought I’d be happy.”

“E-Engaged?” He wasn’t sure if he heard you clearly. He frowned, not understanding. “You never told me you were married.” You were so young to begin with; he couldn’t imagine you feeling old enough to go through something so...life changing.

You wanted to scoff, but you held it in. “I wasn’t. He...uh, ran off the day of the wedding.” It was a blow to your ego and to your heart. “He was the one who proposed and made sure we had everything to go.” You took a deep breath. “When I got a hold of him, he was just leaving the airport in Taiwan. That was the last time I ever heard from him.”

“But you...you seem so...and you’re just so...how? Why?”

“I guess I’ll never know,” you said a little too bitterly. “I was so angry, so embarrassed, so hurt. Everywhere I turned, I heard the whispers and felt the pity. God, it was too much. And one day, I just packed my shit and left and didn’t tell anyone.”

At that he chuckled a little, his hand tentatively reaching for your hair and touching it carefully. “It must’ve been a shock when they turned on the TV or went on Facebook one day and saw you onstage, huh?”

“At first, I wanted him to remember me, make sure he never forgot who he did this to,” you admitted. “And then, I just stopped caring. Doing this now, it’s only for me.” You stayed quiet, refusing to not tell him that once you met him and saw him (and his friends) trying to achieve his dreams, you forgot about your vengeance...even if you were successful with it. “I’m petty sometimes, I guess.”

“I think I would’ve done the same thing.” Jeonghan stopped talking after that, letting your words absorb into his brain and wrap themselves around his head. In a way, it made sense why you were so private about everything. He hoped that you made peace with the past and were looking for much better things and looking around the room, he could see a little of that. “Is-is your window open?” He asked when he was sure he could hear the rain falling outside. “No wonder it was cold in here!”

“It helps me fall asleep!” You threw one of your pillows at him and opened the curtain to let some of the moonlight seep through. “But if you get sick, I’m sorry.”

“You’re bringing me chicken soup if I do! Man, the boys are gonna kill me if I so much as let out a cough.”

“You’ll be fine,” you assured him. “Just leave Seventeen’s leaders to me.”

Jeonghan picked up his phone from the bed, pressing the power button to check the time. “I guess I should head off to bed. Thanks again for letting me stay the night. I’ll text Joshua.” He got off the bed slowly, thanking you again and silently left the room, shutting the door behind him.

The sadness came out the moment you were alone, but you didn’t do much about it. When the sun would come up in the next few hours, you’d be back to your normal self of living the idol life and belting out the lyrics of your latest single. Tonight though, you curled up under the blankets, hugging your favorite pillow as you tried not to think about anything.

Before you could succumb to the sleep, there was a faint knock on your door. “Yeah?” When he didn’t answer, you sighed and got out of bed to open it. There he stood rubbing his eyes sleepily and you opened the door fully. “What happened Jeonghan?” The moonlight seemed to be the only thing illuminating your place, making him seem ethereal and dreamlike. You couldn’t stop the way your hand went up to cup his cheek. He didn’t disappear like you thought he would, and you were grateful because you didn’t want to be alone.

He sighed at the contact but didn’t say anything, enjoying the moment. He wasn’t sure what this would mean for you in the future but right now, he didn’t want to think about it. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned in to kiss you. He hoped you wouldn’t run away and shut the door on him, just like he hoped that this was scary for you as it was for him.

He held his breath as you leaned closer. He could taste your lips, enjoying the way your thumb caressed his cheek, overall finding comfort in you.

And then you kissed him slowly.

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