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quirklessidiot · 3 years

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [2] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, josei, mild angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) Notes: tbh idk how marriage works in japan, all i know is that once you have both your signatures in the marriage registration certificate with one witness then you guys r married skdjssks anyways onto the story- also might i add this is happy story?? i promise yall, all youll see is cute stuff in this story bcos fuck angst (ok maybe lil angst since you know plot development) but i stand by that nanami kento deserves that trip to malaysia under the sun with his lover! before i forget to add, the age dynamics is that y/n is around 25 and nanami is 38. no power play and all that, just two healthy consenting adults! sorry for the early delete had some minor corrections :(

Izakaya-informal japanese bar

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*13 hours earlier; a night before at some random Izakaya in Tokyo*

You sat in front of your phone and three bottles of saki, despite your friends advising you countless of times to lay off drinking too much, all sense and warnings are thrown off the window tonight.

You’re clearly far from sobriety as you recall the video chat with your otosan not looking too good and bright, “Why don’t you move back home? It’s not like the teaching job at tokyo is all that great! You’re alone there and your obachan and I don’t like that a lot…” your father’s words haunt you again and again.

Just what was wrong with living alone? And excuse your otosan but you definitely had a very good job at Tokyo High (It was a prestigious academy that paid well, best job out there that you still didn’t know how you landed). You mumbled a few curses underneath your breath, Oh, how much you love that oaf of a father and worrywart of a grandmother but could they lay off the idea of settling down? You were a responsible and good child who never had stepped a toe out of line. Wasn’t that enough already? You immediately downed the drink and let the saki burn your throat down.

“Oh ho, slow down there.” You hear someone say, “You’re all alone and it seems like you have no one to help you back home.”

It seemed like the men on the opposite side of the bar had noticed you.

“I can take myself home, thank you very much.” You mumbled, loud enough for them to hear. Unlike older men who liked to prey on you for your innocent stature. The men who sat across you in the Izakaya didn’t really exude that sort of energy (what can you say, you had a knack of experiencing that, unfortunately).

“Are you sure? We can ask the owner to call a cab for you. She’s a woman and she’s a friend of ours.” the other one in robes pipes in, wait, was that a Buddhist monk?

“No, I’m good. It’s just…” You paused before letting out a long sigh, “A bad time so I need to stick around for a bit.”

The white-haired stranger tilts his head just a bit, “Seems like you and a friend of mine are both going through some rough patches.” he replied, pointing towards his blonde company who you didn’t notice until now.

You wordlessly shifted your gaze towards the office worker next to the Buddhist monk, you hadn’t noticed the blonde man until now. It seemed like he was going through a rough time too since the pair was loud and boisterous enough to conceal his silent presence.

You notice how out of place he looks with his crisp and clean suit, hard gaze, and silence. It made you wonder what sort of man hangs out with two contrasting personalities, “You’re wondering if he’s our friend or our boss, aren’t ya?” the white-haired man asks.

You immediately turn red in embarrassment, were you that easy to read? You try to stutter out an apology but the monk waves it off, “It’s alright, we get it all the time. Contrary to popular belief, Kento is two years younger than us and is our junior from high school.” He smiles.

“Ah,” you nodded mutely, “Sorry. It definitely wouldn’t make sense to see a boss and his subordinates at an Izakaya.”

“Oh, Kento-chan doesn’t usually go out drinking but he couldn’t resist. After all, he’s a father with two very emotional teenage boys.” The white-haired man teased in a sing-song voice. It seemed like the three were close, with the way they were carelessly lounging around the stoic and kind-of scary man.

“I’m starting to wonder if he gets that teasing attitude from you.” The blonde man, seemingly out of his trance, called out his friend. Contrasting to his aloof features, he didn’t mask the annoyance in his tone.

“Oh, uh, do you need help?” you quietly asked, tilting your head to the side in wonder. The blonde man’s head snapped to your direction and quirked a brow.

“And you are?” he seemed to be calculating and observing you from head to toe. It suddenly made you a bit self-conscious because this older gentleman had no business being this good looking and scary at the same time.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way. I’m actually a high school teacher.” You introduced yourself sheepishly, “I’m always surrounded by angsty teenagers.”

His gaze narrowed just a bit, it seemed like he’ll be giving you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was a bit desperate since he was getting advice from a drunk stranger in an Izakaya out of all places, “So what seems to be the problem, Ojisan?”

He’s still quite hesitant so it’s his white haired friend who speaks out for him, “You see, Kento-chan here just moved last week because of a promotion from Kyoto.” he grins, telling the story for his friend, “His kids aren’t very keen with the moving, well one of them is outright showing it and the other one is well keeping it in since he’s just the sweeter one.”

The white-haired stranger keeps babbling on about how his friend had regretted taking the work promotion because it feels like he shouldn’t have done that. You peerlessly observe the older man’s reaction while his friend talks about his problems to you. He remains stoic.

It didn’t look like it but it seemed like this man had such a soft spot for his kids.

How nice, his wife must be proud of him.

“... and before I forget to add, Kento-chan is very much single.”

You almost choke on your saliva, this friend of his sure knew how to run his mouth. It suddenly dawns upon you why this man had been very worried, he was a single parent who only wanted what was best for his boys but he didn’t even know how he should proceed now.

“Um, ojisan?” You quietly call out, “I think you’re doing great.”

Silence lingered in the air for a bit, you cringed at your rather awkward and forward approach, “Excuse me?” the older blonde man asked, clearly dismayed by your response.

“It’s just…” you ears turn red, not from the alcohol but from embarrassment, “You wouldn’t have moved in the first place if the pay wasn’t better than your old job, right? Plus you’re alone and raising two kids. It definitely isn’t easy to provide for everything alone but I can see that you did some careful reevaluation on the whole thing. Obviously you can’t avoid the fact that they feel bad but you can sit them down and talk to them about how the whole thing was beneficial not just for you but for them too.”

You spoke way too quickly that you wondered if the man could understand you.

The blonde man holds his breath for a moment, “I know…” he mumbles, “I just don’t really know how to talk to them.”

“Well, maybe you could take them out?” You advised, “Spend a whole day with them for a while and just move around with them. Help them get acquainted around their new school or something!”

You watch him silently look at his glass and think it over. Man, if this guy wasn’t older, your obaasan would outright agree and tell you to go out with him since she was never fond of how men weren’t as calm or laid back as he was.

“That sounds plausible. Thank you, Y/N-san.” his voice turned a bit softer and you feel your stomach turn just a little queasy by his tone. God, was the alcohol this bad?

“Well, would ya look at that.” the white-haired man grins, placing his drink up as if he was signaling everyone to cheers with him, “I told you drinking at an Izakaya would solve all your problems. For that, we should drink here again next week!”

The man glared at him yet again, “No. I should be heading home now. I can’t be anymore away from S-”

“Ah, ah. You promised that you’d stay until 2 am.” The white-haired man hushed, “Or I’ll be pestering you for a whole month.”

You could definitely tell that a vein popped on his forehead and his blood pressure was shooting up. Man, you were really starting to doubt that white-haired man was older than everyone in this room. He sure had the mental age of an elementary student.

“You also said I could leave after five drinks.”

“That’s only your second.”

“Satoru…” the Buddhist monk dangerously hovers over his white-haired friend. Wow, middle-age men sure were amusing, “You don’t even drink that well and he has to drive home…”

“Tit for tat, I’ll hire one of my personnel to drive you home after five drinks and I’ll leave you alone for a wee-”

“Please just leave me alone for my whole life.” the blonde man deadpanned.

Unlike you, he wasn't such a bad drinker. Four bottles for him and one more drink for you later, you're both kind of woozy and you had gotten on even friendlier terms with the three men who you now know as Geto-ojisan, Gojo-ojisan, and finally, Nanami-ojisan. Nanami was well into his late thirties while Geto and Gojo were in their forties.

If you were sober, you wouldn’t be making friends with older men. With stories of how easily young people are taken advantage of in the big city, you’d swerve away from them. Luckily, it seemed like they were a good trio and not once did they invite you to sit on their table so you had some good distance between you four and so far, they hadn’t tried anything funny or uncomfortable.

Geto is currently a lawyer, Gojo’s apparently some swanky businessman of god knows what you heard jewelry or something and Nanami was an accountant. A job that he described was ‘dead-end’ and ‘fucking boring’.

“...What happened to your wife, Nanami-ojisan?” you ask, the alcohol slowly shedding your shyness away.

“I told ya, Y/N-chan. He never was married. The way he got the kids was just complicated!” Gojo Satoru frowns, splaying his long limbs in the air, for a man so enthusiastic with drinking, he sure got drunk pretty quickly.

“Really? Didn’t you have a hard time? Wow…” you whistled, “I have such high…” you raised your hand as high as you could, “...respects for like, single parents!”

“See? See? But he can’t get a partner because of that Y/N-chan.” Gojo pouts, “...We’ve been setting him up on dates and such but he keeps bailing on them!”

“I have kids.” Nanami deadpans, narrowing his eyes.

“What my friends are trying to say, Kento has a number of opportunities to bring a partner into his life but he likes to use the boys and his work as an excuse.” Geto surmised, it seemed like the lawyer was also starting to feel the effects of the alcohol since he had become more talkative.

“He’s good-looking, right Y/N-chan? If he probably didn’t act like some fossil from the Triassic period, he wouldn’t have a problem sometimes about the boys having a mother figure!” Gojo rants, making Nanami flick his forehead.

“Idiot, must you tell this stranger all my problems?” Nanami harshly interjected.

“Well, you do know that to actually get a partner, you must get out there, right ojisan?” you try to calm him down, you didn’t want a bar fight to erupt.

“I know.” he rolls his eyes, “But the kids-”

“I know.” You try to smile, “You aren’t very interested in bringing just anyone in your life, right? The boys need a permanent figure and you think dating around is going to help.”

“Holy shit, Y/N-chan.” Gojo exclaims, “I thought you were a teacher? How come you know all this shit?”

“It’s basic, Gojo-san.” you smile, ready to take another swig of your saki, “You should take into consideration that Nanami-san isn’t just anyone who’d settle for less. He needs stability since he’s technically a parent.”

“That makes you a perfect pair, don’t you think?” Geto nonchalantly replies, “I mean, you need a stable man in your life who has all of it figured out and wouldn’t hold you back at all while Kento here needs a person who could not only be a good parent but also be as understanding.”

“That’s…” you chuckle, he technically was right, “That’s definitely odd how all our problems will be solved if we both just went out together.”

“... looks young enough to be my child.” Nanami rejoined, “why would Y/N-san like-”

“I mean, you’re good looking.” you shrug, rather shamelessly, “I wouldn’t mind going out with you. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if I married you.”

Gojo spits out the saki he was drinking all over the table and that makes you cringe in disgust, “As long as he doesn’t get invited to the wedding. I’d marry you. If you’d like we could even get married right here, right now.” you proudly proclaim.

The blonde man is thrown off by your statement yet he’s too drunk to even sip in the seriousness of your words, “Well as much as I agree on not inviting Gojo to my wedding, I don’t know-” he tries to explain.

“You know what, isn’t Geto-san a lawyer? He could have it notarized and all that right now then we could get married. I’ll be a great mom and help you out then you could help me get my family off my back. You scratch my back, I scratch yours!”

Geto is definitely in shock, how odd was it that he even had a marriage registration certificate in his briefcase back in the car too?

You both could just sign it and Satoru could sign it as your witness and he could have it officially notarized since he had his seal back there too.

Solved.

“So, Nanami-san, what do you say? Wanna marry me?”

Oh god, were you shameless.

Who in the right mind would marry a stranger, one who was thirteen years older and a father?

One thing was for sure, your friends were right. You definitely needed to stay away from alcohol.

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saeyoungchoismaid · 4 years

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Brothers’ Reaction to MC getting sick

Genre: fluff Warnings: suggested smut on Satan’s and Asmo’s parts

Lucifer:

bruh

he told you not to go running out in the rain in practically nothing

but did you listen?

of course not

demons don’t get sick like humans do, so when you get sick, he’s at a lost

why is the human body so weak??

you explain to him that it’ll only last a week at most if you do the proper steps to get yourself back to being healthy

he cuddles and kisses you even though you tell him not to because you don’t want to get him sick

he only laughs and explains to you that demons don’t get sick in the same ways that humans do

he literally buries you in blankets and stays with you all day every day until you’re back to perfect health

he’s sure to make you soup and foods that’ll help you stay hydrated and will give you plenty of nutrients

he doesn’t show it but he’s worried and it breaks his heart to see you like this

Mammon:

you’re what now ???

oh! Sick! Yeah. The Great Mammon knows all about that

not

this demon doesn’t know the first thing when it comes to humans being sick

you tell him the basics before he goes to Satan to get more information

normally, he wouldn’t care but he wants his baby to be healthy and happy 🥺🤲

how else is he supposed to survive school, and go shopping, and eat meals with his brothers, and basically everything else that he can do perfectly on his own but doesn’t want to unless you’re there

he gets Beel to help him make soup and other foods that will help you get better

he babies you constantly by getting you everything you need

he makes you stay in his bed so that you ‘don’t miss him all day’ when Lucifer forces him to go to school

gives you kisses basically every five mins and if he isn’t physically there, he’ll text you virtual kisses

when you’re finally better, he’s beyond happy and drags you to go do everything and anything

Levi:

knows a moderate amount of information about human illness

definitely looks up a bunch of stuff to help him out though

he then gets scared seeing how weak the human body is

why does so much stuff come out of you???

after finding out so much horrid information, he’s determined to bring you back to health

he hordes you in his room with him and refuses to leave unless it’s to get something you need

he plays video games with you(unless you just wanna watch) and watches a bunch of tv with you as well

doesn’t let you watch anything sad because he doesn’t need you being any more dehydrated than you already are

he’s relieved when you finally get better, a weight leaving his shoulders

“Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were going to die,” he sighs

you squawk at him as you hit him, screeching at him that you were fine

Satan:

y’all already know that this man knows everything there is to know about the human body

you end up being back to full health in like three days

this man knows what he’s doing

he knows just the right foods to make, knows the exact temperature to make the room that will make you comfortable, and literally everything else

he knows more about the human body than you do

throughout the time that you’re sick though, he gives you the same amount of kisses, hugs, and cuddles that he normally would

if not more

when you try to scold him, he explains to you that it’s completely fine and your human sickness will not effect his demon body

when you’re all good again, he’s proud of himself

you, of course, reward him with a prize of his choosing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Asmo:

doesn’t really know about human illnesses but knows self care

he pampers you with hot bath/showers and body rubs

he also asks Satan about what’s wrong with you and learns quite a bit

he does his best to make you food that’ll heal you but normally just sticks to soup, veggies, and fruit

he makes you drink lots of water as well

after a couple days, he starts to curse the human body

“Baby, I hate that you’re sick. I’m so horny and you can’t help me at all,” he whines

pout mode: on

does his best not to say or do anything that will turn you on

it helps that you’re groggy and don’t really feel good

he still slips up sometimes though

if you start giving him sly touches and lidded eyes, this man dips

he just leaves and ends up rubbing one out because he can’t get your touches or looks out of his head

when you’re finally better, this man goes round after round until your begging for him to stop with tears flooding down your face

Beel:

has no idea what to do

is quick to ask Satan and learn more about your situation

this baby is so upset that you’re going through this 🥺 pls I’m literally so soft thinking about him rn I-

comes back to you with the biggest pout and the roundest eyes, genuinely so distraught over your condition

you’re quick to reassure him that you’re fine other than a few symptoms and that’ll you be fine in like a week

cue him smiling that cute smile of his 🥺YALL ITS 7 AM IM TOO SOFT

he quickly tells you that you don’t have to worry about a thing

and he stays true to his word

this demon doesn’t let you get out of bed unless it’s to go to the bathroom or to do some stretches

he makes you THE best food you’ve ever had in your entire life

he doesn’t go to school either, scared that something will happen to you while he’s gone 🥺GOD PLS

when you’re back to being healthy, he’s literally so happy

holds you for the longest time before taking you out to do stuff

he makes sure that you get some exercise since you’ve been in bed for a while

Belphie:

is vv confused

definitely has no clue what to do

asks Satan and kind of has an idea now

he has Beel make you healthy, nutritious food

spends all day everyday cuddling you and napping with you

gives you sweet kisses and plays with your hair while you lay in bed curled up together

he also likes bathing and showering with you to help you clean up

doesn’t want you to exert yourself in any shape, way, or form, so you can count on him to be there to do everything for you

let’s you pick whatever movies you want to watch

doesn’t want to start another new show with you but can’t say no to your red nose and pouty lips

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scorsoneamelia · 3 years

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Can you write something in which link gives an organ to scout?

okay i wanna give a quick shoutout to @amelinkendgame for helping me come up with ideas because i was stuck on this one for a bit!! <3333 thank yall for your patience i hope this one isn’t disappointing!!

sorry if theres an typos lol

Lately, Scout hasn’t been feeling good, saying he was always sleepy or that his “tummy was hurting and he felt sick”. At first, both Amelia and Link assumed it was just the flu or maybe even just an upset stomach. It wasn’t until they noticed slight swelling around their son’s hands and ankles, which raised more and more redflags and being the anxious parents they are, they had brought him to hospital just to be safe.

After many tests, mostly being blood and urine tests they came across the problem, and it wasn’t just a simple flu or an upset stomach. The news made Amelia’s heart drop into her stomach and Link’s hand let go of hers to run to his sons side.

“Kidney failure? What? --- How?” Scout was healthy, he was always healthy, she always made sure he was feeling one hundred percent because she was always so anxious about what would happen to him. “Is there a cause?”

Hayes, the peds doctor was looking through Scout’s chart at all of the tests he had run. “I will run plenty of tests to find out the main cause for this, but in the meantime, you’re going to have to discuss a plan. If you want to do a transplant, we need to find a matching donor.”

Of course Scout would be okay with one kidney, but that would make Amelia anxious all the time, knowing that he only has one working kidney and that, that one as well could fail randomly when nobody was expecting it. Both of hers and Link��s eyes met, while Scout was distracted with one of his toys he brought with himself. “Test us.” Link stated, glancing back over at Hayes. “Maybe one of us is a match.” There was hope in his voice, his eyes, too.

“Okay,” Hayes nodded. “Make yourselves comfortable, I’ll be back.”

The second the doctor left, closing the curtain shut to give the family company, Amelia was walking up to Link, wrapping an arm around his waist and giving his tall body a side hug. “He’s going to be okay, right?”

Link’s arms were wrapping around Amelia’s, pulling her closer into him as if that was even possible before placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “He’s going to be okay.”

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Link was a match and Amelia was not.

It was good news that at least one of them were able to help with a kidney transplant and they wouldn’t have had to put their son on the donors list. There were many concerns, too many for the two of them to be able to calm their minds and their nerves. Link’s initial concern was that he wouldn’t be able to give his kidney due to his health history, his cancer and all, but they eventually found out that since it’s been over three years since his last cancer treatment he was perfectly okay to donate his kidney. The other concern running through Amelia’s mind was that she felt like this was her fault, her son already needed an organ transplant by the age of five and she was blaming herself. Blaming herself for not noticing sooner, blaming herself because it could be a birth defect and she found herself thinking of every possible reason that her baby could be sick, finding reasons to blame herself.

Hayes promised he’d figure out the reason why his kidney was failing, saying he’d have to sit down and actually take a look because he didn’t understand it. He told them to take their son home for the night, get a good nights rest and come back in the morning so that they could get started, and hopefully have some answers.

Scout was rubbing his eyes on the car ride home, dozing in and out of a light sleep while occasionally letting out a whine, saying “Mommy, I’m tired and I don’t feel good.” So the second they got home, Amelia was taking Scout to his room to put him down for bed.

She tucked him into bed, giving him a kiss on his forehead and running her hands through his hair softly. “Goodnight, angel, I love you. Daddy also loves you and you need to get a good sleep because we have a very big day tomorrow.”

“Okay, Mommy I love you.” Scout said softly, pulling the blanket up higher to his chin, a smile tugging at his lips. She could see Link in him, so many of the same features and she thought he was beautiful.

“I’ll be just down the hall if you need me.” She whispered before turning off the lamp next to his bed and exiting the room, pulling the door shut behind her. Link was standing in the hall, beside his door, obviously eavesdropping.

“Eavesdropping?” She asked, them both making their way down the hall to their bedroom.

“No, I was just walking by.” She knew he was lying but she dropped it, sitting down on the bed, bringing the blanket up to cover her legs.

Amelia fell silent and Link noticed, sitting down on the bed as well but sitting directly across from her, pulling her closer to him. “Hey, everything’s going to be okay, I’m a match, everything is going to work out.”

“Was this my fault?” She muttered, her eyes glancing down at the bed. “Did something happen in the pregnancy? Is this a birth defect? Am I a bad mom for not noticing that he was getting sick? Was there something I could have done?” Amelia was rambling, something she often did. Link shook his head, grabbing both of her hands in his.

“Scout is very happy, you’ve done nothing wrong. Don’t beat yourself up and blame yourself up without knowing the facts,” his voice was soothing and soft.

“The facts are, Scout is loved deeply by both of us and he’s happy and the other fact is that we have a match, and I’m willing to do it. He will be okay, Amelia.” He brushed a stray piece of brown hair away from her face, her hair was soft and her eyes were deep blue and Link always seemed to find himself getting lost in them.

“Just breathe, one day at a time,” he chimed, a smile washing over his face. “That’s the saying, right?”

She leaned forward so that their lips were connecting, both of them trying to get as close as they possibly could and she was practically falling into his lap, her hands resting on his knees for support before she brought one hand up to his jawline.

Maybe he was right, Scout was going to be okay. They have a donor, there’s nothing else wrong, everything will work out just as it needs to be.

But even though Link calmed her down, and reassured her, that thought, maybe she could’ve noticed sooner will still be sitting in the back of her mind for the rest of the night.

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skullrock · 4 years

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the lie

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pairing: Steve x Reader

summary: Steve lets out a big lie to prove Mike Wheeler wrong, but it ends in his favor. (aka, the one time Steve Harrington thanked Mike Wheeler for anything.)

warnings: swears!

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this one is for @sourapplebaby luv u Syl

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Steve knew he fucked up as soon as the words fell out of his mouth.

“Why isn’t Y/N here?”

“She has work,” Steve says. “She has a life outside of your basement, Mike.”

“Unlike you,” Mike retorts.

“Can everybody just calm down?” Will says quietly.

“When are you guys getting married?” Dustin asks, propping his head up on his hands.

A cacophony of voices ring out, Max and El’s the loudest.

“Yeah!”

“When is it gonna happen?”

“You guys are so cute!”

“Steve couldn’t get married if his life depended on it.”

“Shut up,” Steve hisses at Mike. “I am getting married, so there.”

Steve nearly slapped his hand over his mouth, guilt creeping over him. It’s the biggest lie of the century, but Mike is not allowed to win this one.

The room is deathly quiet until everyone erupts in cheers. Dustin tackles Steve, beating on him, shouting, “I knew you could do it!”

“She said yes? You’re really engaged?” Max asks, holding El’s hand as she bounces in her seat. “When did this happen?”

“Week ago,” Steve says quickly.

Mike’s eyes narrow. “So you’re really engaged.”

Steve doubles down, digging himself deeper into the absolute shitfest that was sure to spike from this. “I am.”

“So if I asked your girlfriend - excuse me, fiancée- she would be able to affirm?”

Steve nods. “That’s right.”

But, of course, Steve runs home and calls Robin immediately, unsure of how to go forward.

“I fucked up,” he admits.

“Typical. What happened?”

He explains the situation, and Robin scoffs. “Steve, you lied about something this big to - piss off a sixteen year old?”

Steve sighs heavily. “That’s correct.”

“You’re such a moron -“

“What am I supposed to do, Robin?”

Robin is dumbfounded. “Tell them that you lied? Tell her that you lied? Tell everyone that you lied?”

“No,” Steve says sadly. “Can’t do any of that.”

“Then what, Steve? What are you going to do when Mike confronts her?”

“You’re no help,” he groans. “You’re supposed to fix it for me.”

“Got yourself into this one, get yourself out of it.”

Robin hangs up, leaving Steve in silence.

There’s another reason why Steve is freaking out - the idea of being engaged made him excited.

It wasn’t something he really thought about. He wanted to marry you, of course, he just never anticipated when he’d do it. But it seems as good a time as any. You’d been together for three years. He knew that he was desperately, madly, completely in love with you. He knows he can envision having a family with you, in a little house in the suburbs of the city, with a cat and a dog and a big yard.

It all hits him at once, making his head spin. It was simply too much for him - he decides to push it down and stay silent about it all. You won’t find out, right?

===

You open your door to find Max and El on the porch. They grin widely as they see you.

“Ooh, look who it is,” Max croons.

You nod, confused. “It’s me.”

“Yeah, future Mrs. Steve,” El says.

“No, El - it would be future Mrs. Harringtown, or whatever his last name is.”

“Oh -“

You furrow your brows. “What are you two talking about?”

“How you’re engaged!” Max shakes her head. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

You stare at her with wide eyes. Steve had never proposed - holy shit, did he propose? Were you half awake when he did and you said yes? Were you tuning out his basketball talk when he asked and you just nodded absentmindedly?

No way, you think, looking down at your left hand. No ring, no proposal!

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know I was engaged,” you say slowly. “Who told you I was?”

El and Max look at each other, their eyes as wide as yours. “Steve did.”

“Steve told you that we were engaged?” Your voice is hoarse. “Steve told you? My boyfriend Steve? Harrington?”

“Just last night,” El says. “He told us at Mike’s.”

“Are you saying you’re not engaged?” Max asks.

You shake your head in disbelief. “I gotta go. I’ll see you both later.”

When you shut the door, Max looks at El. “Don’t tell Mike, he’ll have a power trip.”

===

Steve comes over later to see you, and you confront him right off the bat. His foot is hardly over the threshold when you ask, “Can you explain something to me?”

Steve shuts the door quietly, pupils widening. “Perhaps.”

“Can you tell me why Max and El came over today to ask why I didn’t tell them we were engaged?”

Steve blinks, then forces out a pitifully fake laugh. “What? Who would ever say that? I have no idea who told them something so silly.”

“Really? Because they told me they had heard it from you.”

Steve falters, then sighs. “I can explain.”

“You can’t just tell people that we’re engaged, Steve! You can’t just - just make that up!” You start to pace. “I mean - shit, Steve. I wanna marry you - of course I do - but you can’t just decide we’re getting married.”

He tries to interrupt. “Y/N -“

“I’d at least like a proposal, Steve, or a real talk about our futures before you start saying that -“

“Y/N -“

You turn your back to him, pacing again. “And you shouldn’t have children coming to tell me the good news. I think I should know about my engagement before them, don’t you think?”

He’s suddenly quiet, so you ask, “What are you doing?”

Nothing. You turn to face him, and he’s suddenly kneeling in front of you, a box in his hand.

Your mouth drops and your brows furrow. Your eyes well up with tears before you can even process what’s happening. “Steve, what are you doing?”

“Having a real talk about our future.”

Steve’s never been so nervous in his entire life. His body and his hands shake, but he starts talking. “My parents were never in love. I never had any kind of healthy perception of what love is. I only got some ideas from movies and my shitty friends.” He swallows. “So for a long time, I thought love wasn’t real, or it was this unattainable thing.

“But then I met you. And suddenly, the movies made sense. My mom used to play me these vintage romance movies, and she’d always tell me that a love like that never existed. But she’s wrong.” He shrugs. “About a lot of things, but especially this.” He sighs. “Okay, shit, my knee is hurting -“

“Steve -“

“I’m not done!” He smiles. “I never thought I had a future, either. I thought I was destined for the worst. My first job burned to the ground, I got roped into fucked up stuff, I have nightmares ... I thought my life was hopeless. But now, I can see a future. I can see us with a little girl and a picket fence, and a dog named Romeo. I can see so many pictures of us - of our family on the walls.” Steve licks his lips. “I can reach out and touch it, Y/N. Because it’s right there. And it’s real.”

You kneel down with him, watching him pop open the box. It’s a beautiful ring, one that’s old and storied and ready to be used again.

“I did get this from my mom,” he admits. “It was my great grandmother’s, or something. She said it was art decal.”

You laugh tearfully. “Deco.”

“Whatever,” he smiles. He takes a deep breath. “Will you have a future with me?”

You throw yourself onto him and he falls back, slamming against the carpet. Neither of you care, though - you kiss him passionately, nodding the entire time. Against his lips, you whisper, “yes, yes, yes!”

Steve feels like he just won the lottery. Like he’s the luckiest man on earth. He’s light as air, happier than he’s ever felt. It’s like he’s invincible, radiant, unstoppable. Like he’s home, like he belongs, like things are finally going to work out.

“This isn’t how it was supposed to go, by the way,” he jokes, sitting up. “But I needed to get you to shut up somehow.”

Steve slides the ring on, and it fits nicely. You laugh in shock and happiness. “I’m getting married!”

“Me too!” he laughs, tearing up. “We’re gonna do it!”

You reach out and wipe some of his tears away, caressing his cheek. “Steve, I love you so much.”

He takes your hand, pressing a kiss into your palm. “I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

“Wanna bet?”

And, as much as Steve hates it, he gives a silent thank you to Mike Wheeler.

===

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jungwnn · 3 years

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Hiiiii😚 i wanna request for a ship with txt, enhypen and bts, thank you soo much for taking the time to do this!☺ I hope you have a good day, stay healthy and take care for yourself🤗

INFP-T | enneagram type 4 | sun: Sagittarius, moon: Cancer | Hate studying anything except English | Competitive when it comes to things I love and am passionate about | Like creative writing and interior designing(basically architecture) | Novels over movies | Even if i watch movies its either action or angst-drama, and always like the evil characters more than the good ones because I'm able to sort of understand why they do what they do, I believe everything has a reason, and every action is a result of something | I also believe in soulmates, love at first sight and all sorts of tropes like these | Obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology and ancient Egypt and just in general medieval eras | Love taking polaroid pictures and traveling | Aesthetic all the way, love being in the nature | I love fairylights and abstract paintings and night walks and stargazing | Love sad things | I'm sensitive to smell and don't like artificial scents | I like going to libraries and museums and cathedrals and old medieval buildings, beaches also and other nature aesthetic places | Always observing little details about everything that other people fail to notice | Easily scared or startled | Have huge trust issues and very sensitive | Have very few friends and am loyal before anything | I'm moved by little things and don't really like much of fancy dates, I like it simple and my favorite would be walk along the beach at night | Am very open-minded and wise but no one's really aware of that | Like disturbing people and then giving puppy eyes | Shy at first but when you get close with me I'm very loud, talkative, playful and annoyingly funny and weird | Just realized it yesterday that i tend to 'huh' a Lot | Clingy with people I am very close to(might even jump and koala hug them tbh) | Everyone's comfort pillar | Very expressive with words and actions | CLUMSY(I hit or bump into something at least once a day) | Love eating (taking advantage of my never getting fat genes lol) but am sort of quite picky | 5'2 - 157cm and I like tall people but I have no problem connecting with people on the shorter side of the height spectrum | Baby voice and baby face | side bangs and dark brown short almost straight hair which reaches just 4cms above the shoulders | Big chocolate brown eyes | Have slightly honey tanned skin | I'm a crybaby too, like if someone I love or care a lot about is getting scolded for whatever reason or they are sad or something then I tend to cry immediately. And while watching or reading sad things too | I do random sounds or actions too and I noticed recently I go 'huh' and 'uh' all the time | sometimes I don't even understand myself like a few days back I was wearing a black sock on my left foot and a white one on my right and then i forgot that i wore mismatched socks so when I noticed it after a while I got fascinated for literally no reason then within seconds i forgot about it again and then when it came to my notice again i got fascinated again and this went on the whole day lmao | My fashion style leans towards boho chic/bohemian and casual | And prefer bare face over makeup and converse over other footwear and dusk(sunset) over dawn(sunrise) but in the album I like dawn ver more🤭 | I love spicy and sour food and have a high tolerance of spice | And my love languages are acts of service>physical touch>quality time>words of affirmation.

YOU SOUND SO INTERESTING AND COOL LETS BE FRIENDS 🙄✋

in txt i ship you with!! Beomgyu !!

pls I can already already see yall fighting over movie chararters😭 I just get the vibe y’all met in a really weird way like he was reaching over to grab a random ass toy and you were too and bam!!! Talking, numbers exchanged. He instantly fell in love with you dude. Like gyu isn’t one to simp but your the exception here. Like dude had a big smile when you responded to his text message. Will he ever tell you that he would bounce up like a puppy whenever he got even a notification hoping it was you?? No. Never. That never happened I swear. There was a time where kai texted and was like “hey soobin said practice in an hour” and gyu straight out texted back “idiot shush I’m waiting” and Kai was just like ??? “...ur weird” basically gyu is literally in love with you from the beginning like it’s insane. That doesn’t stop him from teasing you though. Dude you better stay on high alert this dude is constantly pranking you. They are all harmless but if he ever did hurt you or do something wrong. He will instantly hug you and literally apologize all day and shower you in love. Just finding comfort in each other!! Like he is always there to listen to you talk about anything and just comfort you, He also trust you enough to share his issues! He loves to call you idiot all the time but he says it in the sweetest way or just to tease. He also loves to carry you, it makes him feel super tall ( esp when moas be calling him tiny 😭) also sleepy gyu!! Clingy!!! Let’s say y’all went on a date just a quick ice cream and a walk around the park right, He would look at you and be like “your so pretty~” then you look up and be like “huh? What did you say?” And he would just pull you closer to his side and be like “nothing idiot~” in the same cheeky sweet tone. Then later on that day y’all would just to hang out on the couch cuddled up. He was obviously tired since he was yawning every five seconds. He pulled you against his chest and just started mumbling about how happy he was to have you!! But that’s for your ears only!!

Your overall relationship would consist of:

☼lots and lots screaming like dude is loud but he is expressing his love so it’s okay!

☼movie marathons!!

☼pls don’t use puppy eyes on him he’ll cry at how cute you are

☼let him kiss your forehead and your head he wants to be tall

☼he makes u meals but sometimes they burnt 😣

☼brags abt you all the time like I’m pretty sure taehyun knows your favorite food and your birthday by how much gyu talks

☼he loves listening to you talk abt your interest and fascinations !!

so for Enhypen I ship you with !! Mr.Jake sim!

I just know this boy loves you for your witts bro, like.. how can you be so smart, interesting and pretty at the same time?? Like you completely captured this boys heart!! He loves hearing you talk about Roman and Greek mythology and ancient Egypt!! He thinks it’s honestly so amazing to listen to you speak about your interest🥺 He has this thing, where like whenever you do something cute or he just looks at your face he just walks over and squishes your cheeks. He loves loves loves showing physical affection! He WANTS you to know that you are the light of his life and you make him so so happy!! He talks abt Layla to you all the time and even called you her mom like WOAH. Speaking of mom, Jake gives me the vibe he talks to his parents about you!! Like mans is so serious abt you he just adores you!! Dude is so worried about you when you bump into things, like let’s say you accidentally hit a wall. He will be by your side in a second telling you to be more careful them kissing your forehead. He calls you princess 🧍(HAVE U SEEN THAT ONE FAN CALL BYE) he also treats you like a princess as he should. I have a feeling when he can’t see you in person he calls you and y’all will fall asleep on call. like he would be all sleepy and be like “i miss you :(“ and just talk about your guys day and it would be so sweet!! I’m sure you get the idea !! He’s in L word with you hardcore!!

Your overall relationship would consist of!!

☼he always buys snacks for you because he wants his baby to eat well

☼he is a romantic he loves taking walks on the beach with u!! (And Layla)

☼always compliments your eyes !!

☼always gets you flowers or lil things that remind him of you !

☼he has you as his wallpaper!

☼if y’all go see scary movies together he will most definitely try to act tough and protect you but he fails and hides his face in your neck

☼CHEEK KISSES!!!

for bts I ship you with !! Kim taehyung himself !!

okay okay!! I feel like taehyung loves your mind, he loves hearing your side of things and just loves everything about the way you think! He truly thinks your a piece of art !! like homeboy just loves spending time with you and just talking. He is a hopeless romantic like he loves taking you out to dates that mean a lot to both of you! He takes you to art museums and beaches and takes so many pictures of you!! he has a whole folder dedicated to you!! He also loves hanging out with you and your guys friends!! He just wants everyone to know he’s with you forever and ever!! He is the kinda dude to rest his elbow on your head like deadass just to tease you. He takes you to his hometown often because like I said he wants a future with you!! Expect a lot of snacks from his mom because she adores how happy you make him and he is just!! ugh you lucky lucky girl!! He likes to travel with you, like he can be so unpredictable!! dude will sit there and go “for dinner can we get pizza? Also I got us a trip to Paris for my week off” LIKE OKAY WE GET IT YOUR RICH!! But good for you I guess🙄 also matching outfits. He’s buying you a matching beret and your gna wear for that boxy smile idc. He looked at your matching socks and instantly wanted to try and now he claims it’s the coolest shit ever like Yoongi is always like “why tf?? You bought these in pairs?” Like mind your business Yoongi. His baby does it so he wants to do it too !!🙄✋

overall relationship!!

☼kisses on the lips all the time

☼plane ride cuddles

☼ur boyfriend is your professional photographer

☼pls tell him he’s a good boyfriend he just wants to make you happy

☼always talks to you abt the future <3

☼no joke he has y’all’s kids names planned

☼fun fact.. he bought you a promise ring 😣

a/n aaa!! I hope you like it!! I’m so sorry for the wait!!

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #jake enhypen #jake imagines #jake sim #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu x reader #tommrow x together imagine #choi beomgyu #bts imagines #bts #bts taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung x reader

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tylerwritez · 3 years

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I was gonna post this to my main but decided against it

Disclaimer b4 I type out this post because I know yall are gonna freak out: I am NOT going to shoot up my school. I would never do that. I like my highschool. I have friends, I have a good life, I'm not getting bullied, and I dont even have a gun in the first place. I AM NEVER GOING TO KILL ANYONE!!!! there. Theres your disclaimer, now you can't be pissed off at me.... also tw gun violence tw school shootings, you get the idea. DO NOT KEEP READING IF YOURE GONNA TRY AND THROW ME UNDER THE BUS FOR THIS POST! (tumblr is like a diary to me sometimes)

Okay, now that we've gotten that over with, let's begin. School shootings. I've watched a few PSAs about it (they were both sorta lame and stupid tbh, but I'm not gonna go in depth in those departments), anwyays, I've watched a few school shooting PSAs and I gotta say, the way media frames these attacks is so... I dont know. Maybe I'm looking at it all twisted, but there is a certain fantasy constructed around school shooters that draws in kids who feel theyve been alienated, kids like I used to be in 7th grade. In every PSA, there's always a moment where the shooter reveals himself as your worst fucking nightmare, busts through the doors guns blazing, yelling at everyone "LOOK AT ME!"... there is a power in that moment that I find so captivating. Obviously, I'm not delusional. I'm not a psychopath. I know that in real life, shooting attacks are horrific things. People die. I know this. But oh my god. Those PSAs have really cut me deep, down to some bone whose existence I wish I could ignore. The bone, sawed in half, is crying out to me now. "LOOK AT ME!" it screams. "I AM A PART OF YOU!" and you realize that you have got more in common with that dude on screen than you think. You realize that actually, you and him are kinda the same in this sick twisted way. And in this sick twisted way you wish you woulda done it. You look back to your old junior high and imagine busting through the doors with a gun. You fantasize about the fear in everyones eyes, in their faces, they scream and beg and you finish them off without mercy. The blood, the brains, the horror, and the bodies are there for the taking. You see in your mind such a clear picture.... like in the PSAs. Where instead of the placeholder white teenage boy its YOU, you're the white teenage boy and everyone who ever looked down on you is gonna feel your wrath. It's such a euphoric fantasy. I cant even begin to describe the power!!! In that one moment. The reveal. Everyone is shocked. Everyone is horrified. Everyone runs, afraid of you. Like you become a god, or at least, a predator animal. Then at the end, you save yourself a bullet. Look over the dead bodies,,, your dead bodies,, and then join them. Peaceful exit. Energy spent. Sing a few verses of a song, and then finish the job.

But in the end, that's all it is.

A fantasy. A fantasy from my junior high years that I have trouble releasing. I KNOW that I wouldn't ever do that today. I know that I wouldn't want to do that at my highschool. In the end, I would NEVER do that. But still the dirty thought of it lingers. Every time I see one of these GODDAMN FUCKING PSAs where you have the shooter busting in like that I'm basically triggered into this fantasy. This fantasy I built in secret... this fantasy I must dismantle.

I want to let go of the hate in my heart. Listen, hear me out. I have never in my life had a healthy way of coping with anything. I didn't get help from anyone, so of course I didnt have healthy coping mechanisms, I was a mentally ill child with nobody. It was... not a surprise.

I think that, on a path towards healing, you need to learn to drop your unhealthy coping mechanisms and get healthier ones. You need to drop the god fantasy, you need to drop the self harm, you need to drop the child with healthy parent-child relationship fantasy... you need to drop everything that's downright degenerate about you. For me I think those are the main three. The way they contrast each other is jarring.

Look, I KNOW this sounds borderline psychopathic. But I swear I'm a... okay, maybe not normal... I'm a decent person. I try to be. I try to be kind to everyone yknow? I'm not... I'm not so full of hatred anymore. It's just that sometimes I see somehting like that PSA and the anger resurfaces and I remember and I can feel my past self...

Not even just shooting stuff... that's a relatively minor part of the big picture. In the big picture, it's always things like happy children with their wholesome parents. That takes me back and I can again feel my past self,, even my present self mourns the loss of this. And i am so... angry. Jealous. Sad. And well, I'm at a loss for how I should feel. I always think "why? Why them? Why does that kid get a happy childhood? Why not me? I was the same as that kid is right now. The exact same. And you're giving HIM this experience... this HAPPY, NORMAL, HEALTHY experience... and you give me this clusterfuck of confusion. Okay.

.... who is "you"???? I notice I talk in second person a lot but I don't know who I'm addressing it to.

I used to have a habit of talking to god so maybe it's just that carrying over..

I used to beg god when I was a child. To let me be happy. To let me be normal.

.... I wish things could be different.

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cyberhwas · 3 years

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↬ pairing/characters: hercules! mingi x reader, wooyoung as terpishchore (muse of dance), seonghwa as erato (muse of love poetry), hongjoong as euterpe (muse of music), jongho as polyhymnia (muse of hymns), san as clio (muse of history), yeosang as thaila (muse of comedy), and yunho as urania (muse of astronomy)

↬ genre: fluff, heavy angst, mutual pining, greek mythology au

↬ tw: mentions of death, light swearing, soul-selling, servitude, unrequited love (im so sorry yall), major character death (oops)

↬ disclaimers: may contain slight inaccuracies concerning dates, i have changed a bit of the story to make it less intense

↬ rating: m, 18+

↬ wc: 10k (atm)

↬ summary: you felt your heart ache at the utter anger and confusion on mingi’s face. “you lied to me?” “yes, but i-” “but you what? thought it would be amusing to lead me on? to rip my heart out?” you flinched at the coldness in mingi’s voice. “please, i can explain-” mingi shook his head, grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. “i never want to see you again, and don’t you ever think for one second that i’m going to come to rescue you from whatever danger you might face. you disgust me.” he snapped, his voice as hard as steel. you could only watch, helplessly, as the man you truly loved walked away, taking your heart with him.

↬ note: hello friends!! this is the sequel to my previous fic, “i won’t say i’m in love”! thank you all for supporting me and my mediocre writing, and i hope you enjoy reading this!! stay safe and healthy, my loves!!

“why, why am i afraid?” - ateez (mist

you hummed quietly to yourself as you sat on the edge of the low wall that surrounded the garden, letting your feet dangle in the air, mindlessly swinging them back and forth. the night air was cool and crisp, and the moon was glowing serenely against the midnight blue sky, bathing the garden in a soft, white light. it was late, and yet, despite the hectic evening you’d had, you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep.

seonghwa, san, and the others had reluctantly disappeared into their small cottage to retire for the night, after you had assured them that you were just going to sit around in the garden for a few minutes before joining them. your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. after all, you had just confessed your deepest and darkest secret to the people you considered family, and they hadn’t scorned or turned you away like you thought they would. however, you weren’t sure how you were going to gather up the courage to tell mingi.

you scoffed, immediately erasing the idea from your mind. don’t be ridiculous, it’s not like he would care anyways. besides, you’re not supposed to fall for him, you’re supposed to break his heart, so it doesn’t matter what he thinks of you. you ignored the bile rising in your throat. at first, you had thought that the task would be easy, as you were sure you weren’t ever going to fall for someone again, especially not after the way your past romance had ended tragically.

you clenched the soft fabric of your blue chiton in your hands, feeling angry tears prick at the corner of your eyes. you hated feeling so conflicted, especially over someone of the opposite sex. after all, men had done nothing but disappoint you, and your ex lover had proved that true.

seonghwa couldn’t sleep. he was too worried about you, especially now that he knew that hades had a motive to hurt you. his heart had ached as you broke down and told everyone your secret. he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair and looked around him. even in the darkness of the small room, he could just make out the vibrant blue of hongjoong’s hair, yeosang’s light blonde hair, wooyoung and san curled up against one another, and jongho and yunho sprawled out on the bed across from him. seonghwa allowed himself a small, fond smile. he was grateful that he was able to spend time with his family every day, and that they were always safe and sound at the end of the day.

seonghwa reluctantly slid out of his warm bed, shrugged his worn sandals on, slipped out the door and into the cool night. he wandered mindlessly around the garden, admiring how the blue and pink flowers that grew in its vicinity stood out against the dark of the night. the air was cool and soothing against his skin as he wandered farther, mind swimming with thoughts.

suddenly, seonghwa heard faint sobs, and felt his blood run cold. he wandered into a more secluded part of the garden, and felt his heart drop into his stomach. you were sitting at the edge of the low wall that surrounded the perimeter of the garden, hands gripping the soft fabric of your chiton so hard that your knuckles were turning white, and your body was shaking with soft sobs. seonghwa immediately ran over to you, throwing his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “h-hwa. I-i’m s-sorry, did i wake you?” his heart ached at how dejected you sounded.

seonghwa shook his head, hugging you tighter and rubbing comforting circles on your back. “i couldn’t sleep.” “i’m sorry for worrying you, i just needed to clear my head.” “y/n, stop apologizing. you did nothing wrong, and the fact that you mustered up the courage to tell us your secret must’ve been hard for you.” you sniffled and buried your face in the crook of his neck, letting out a shaky breath. “it was, but i didn’t want to keep lying to everyone. none of you deserve to be lied to, not after all you all have done for me.”

“darling, please, none of what you did is your fault. it’s that godsdamn jerk hades. and never feel afraid to come to any of us for comfort, we are always here for you, ok?” seonghwa felt you nod weakly, and allowed himself a small smile. “good. now, let’s get back inside before you freeze to death.” you chuckled, despite yourself. “hwa, it’s not even cold.” “don’t you dare argue with me, young lady.” seonghwa scolded lightheartedly. you rolled your eyes, glad he couldn’t see it as he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style. “yes, father.” that earned you a playful glare. “i am not that old, you know!” you laughed, reaching up and ruffling seonghwa’s hair affectionately. “whatever you say, old man.”

you woke up the next morning to find yunho practically wrapped around you, his soft black hair tickling your cheek, and you smiled fondly, remembering all the nights you spent as kids curled up next to the muses you had come to call family, feeling safe and secure. the early morning sun cast beams of light across the floor of the small cottage, bathing it in gold.

you slowly and carefully extricated yourself from yunho’s grip and headed outside to see if seonghwa needed help with tending to the garden. said male would wake up before everyone to tend to every plant and flower that occupied it, and you felt that helping seonghwa was the least you could to do to thank him for comforting you last night.

sure enough, seonghwa was bent over a bed of roses, golden eyes searching for any deformities. “hwa!” you called, and the former’s expression lit up, a fond smile tugging at his lips, waving you over. “how are the roses doing?” you asked, admiring how the pink rose petals stood out against the dark soil. “they’re alright, despite this weather.” you hummed thoughtfully, reaching out and lightly touching the rose petals, velvet soft against your skin. “thank you.” “for what?” seonghwa asked, moving on to another cluster of flowers, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. “for last night. for comforting me.” the love muse’s expression went soft, golden eyes glimmering with unshed tears. “no need to thank me, darling. you’ve been through so much, and you deserve to have comfort. besides, we’re practically family, and we’re all supposed to there for each other, no matter what.”

you smiled, reaching out and taking seonghwa’s hand in yours, squeezing gently. “do you need help with the flowers?” the former shook his head, black hair falling across his forehead. “well, is there anything i can do?” seonghwa smiled. “you can help me by waking the others up.” you groaned, knowing how difficult that was. “that’s going to take centuries, hwa!” “well, the flowers aren’t going to tend to themselves.” “aren’t you the muse of love poetry?” “yeah, and what about it? i am perfectly capable of taking care of nature.” you laughed, reaching out and ruffling seonghwa’s hair affectionately. “of course you are. now, if you’ll excuse me, i need to go wake up our little band of gremlins.” seonghwa chuckled softly as you turned and skipped towards the cottage, your heart seemingly lighter than before.

it had taken nearly forty five minutes to wake everyone up, save hongjoong, who had actually gotten up as soon as you had gently shaken his shoulder. the others had been a bit more difficult, especially jongho and yeosang, who were notorious for sleeping in late. another twenty minutes later, breakfast was served, and it had been fruit, a few vegetables, bread, and cheese that seonghwa had managed to snag from the local market earlier that morning. then, yunho suggested that they lay out underneath the huge tree that took up a portion of the garden, of which everyone had agreed to, to your surprise.

“when are you going to be done sulking?” “not sulking.” mingi mumbled, leaning against the tree he’d been sitting under for the past few hours, the bark rough against his back. maddox scoffed. “yeah, and i’m a descendant of zeus. you’re not fooling anyone, kid.” mingi sighed. “i just-” “missing her already?”

he felt his face burn. “s-shut up.” “there’s no need to be embarrassed, you know. i know i tease, but i genuinely want to see you happy, kid. you deserve it.”

“what if she doesn’t feel the same?” mingi mumbled, blush deepening. he felt silly, pining after a girl he barely knew, but you were unlike anyone he had met. he heard maddox scoff. “please, that girl cannot fool anyone, even with her tough and stubborn façade.” “even if she liked me, would we even work?” maddox’s expression softened just a fraction, and he moved forward, placing a gentle hand on mingi’s shoulder, as if in comfort. “that’s something you’ll have to figure out yourself, kid.” mingi huffed. “that’s what i’ve been trying to do.” “give it time, it’ll come to you eventually.”

mingi’s mind was still heavy with conflict as he walked along a long dirt path that would lead him to the cottage he resided in. even though he had been offered nicer accommodation in the city, mingi preferred to live in a more secluded area and one that was closer to nature. the late evening air was crisp and clean as he ventured further down the path, mind constantly wandering. his conversation with maddox earlier that day had done little to soothe his anxiety. mingi was so lost in thought that he bumped into someone. “i’m so sorry i-” mingi felt his mouth suddenly go dry, as if he’d swallowed sandpaper. “wonder boy?” you asked, leaning back against a tree, keeping your expression as nonchalant as possible. even in the darkness, you could still make out the blush that was forming on mingi’s face. in the soft glow of the moon, mingi looked as gorgeous as ever, and you ignored the slight ache in your heart at the sight of him. “h-hi.” he stammered.. “what brings you out here at this time of night?” “just passing through.” “been a while since we’ve seen each other, huh?” “been busy.” mingi mumbled, running a hand through his already messy hair. you frowned at the slight annoyance in his tone, but didn’t think anything of it. “well, see you around.” you muttered, pushing off the tree with your elbow and walked away, not bothering to look back.

“everything ok?” yunho asked, light green eyes filled with worry. you sighed, leaning your head on the tall male’s shoulder, shaking your head slightly. immediately, an arm wrapped around your shoulders, squeezing gently. “what happened?” “it’s stupid.” “just tell me.” “fine. on my way here, i bumped into mingi, quite literally, at that.” “and?” what happened that has you so sad?” “do we need to beat someone up?” an amused smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and you laughed. “well, let me finish telling you and then i’ll let you and the others decide.” “what did he do?” “well, he seemed different.” “different how?” “i don’t know, it’s just the way he talked to me. he sounded kind of annoyed?” you felt yunho tense a little, the grip on your shoulders a little firmer, and you reached down and laced your fingers with his, squeezing gently. “i’m sure he was just having a bad day. don’t kill him, please. i can’t have you or the others being thrown into tarturus for beating someone up.” yunho huffed. “fine, but if he hurts you, i’ll get san to break his legs.” you laughed, snuggling deeper into the tall male’s side. “i’ll keep that in mind, then.”

you tried not to laugh at the way seonghwa and jongho’s jaws clenched as you told them about what happened between you and mingi earlier that night. “i’ll kill him.” “no killing anyone, please. it’s not that big of a deal, he was probably having a bad day, everyone does.” “ok, but he didn’t have to take his annoyance out on you.” “yes, but-” “next time you see mingi, tell him that i will not hesitate to break his legs if he hurts you again.” “he won’t, i promise. like i said, he was probably having a bad day.” san huffed. “let him know.” “ok, ok, i will.”

“enough about my love life.” “oh, so you’re admitting you have one?” yunho asked, light green eyes twinkling with mirth. “s-shut up, i do not.” wooyoung snorted, plopping down next to san, who rolled his eyes in amusement as the former laid his head on his shoulder. “you totally do, darling.” “not you too, hwa.” “sorry, but i have to agree with wooyoung.” you groaned, throwing yourself down onto the grass, laying your head in hongjoong’s lap, who just chuckled and ran a hand through your hair. “tough day, y/n?” “s-shut up, i’ve had enough bullying for one day.”

“i messed up.” mingi mumbled, plopping down on the soft grass next to maddox, who only sighed in response. “what did you do this time?” “i might’ve lashed out.” “lovers’ quarrel?” “would you quit that? no, it wasn’t a lovers quarrel, i just- i don’t know, i guess i was so conflicted about my feelings that i took my anger out on her. what do i do?” “apologize.” “i-it’s not that easy, you know.” though mingi wasn’t looking in his direction, he could tell that his mentor was rolling in his eyes in exasperation. “it is, actually, you just walk up to her, say i’m sorry, and then you two live happily ever after for the rest of your days.”

mingi frowned. “i’m serious.” “i am too. look, kid, if you’re not going to apologize, then i’ll do it for you.” “please don’t.” “i will if you would stop being a coward.” “i-i’m not a coward, she just makes me nervous, that’s all.” “i know it’s difficult, but if you don’t tell her how you feel soon, she might move on and find someone else.” “y-yeah, like who?” maddox shrugged. “i don’t know, maybe one of those muses she always hangs around.” “what? what muses?” “the muses? you seriously don’t know them?” “i-i do, i just have never seen them.” “well, she’s always around them, and they’re all pretty handsome, so i suggest you hurry up and profess your love or whatever before one of them steal her away.”

“they could probably treat her better than me anyways.” he mumbled, which earned him an elbow to the ribs. “what was that for?” “would you quit being so pitiful? you never know until you try, and besides, i think she might feel the same.” “doubt it, but fine, i’ll try.” maddox grinned, reaching out and patting his shoulder gently. “that’s the spirit, kid.”

the late afternoon sun bathed the forest in light as mingi leaned against a tree, ignoring how the rough bark dug into his back. his heart leaped in his chest as he heard soft footsteps approaching, and felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight of you. you were a vision in a light pink toga that stood out against your skin, dark hair framing your face perfectly. “hi wonderboy.” you called out, and mingi felt his face flush at the mere sound of your voice.

“h-hi.” “why did you want to see me?” “i wanted to apologize for how i acted the other day. i wasn’t feeling the greatest, and i took my annoyance out on you.” “it’s fine, don’t worry about it. although, my friends were quite worried and threatened to beat you up.” mingi winced. you laughed softly. “don’t worry. my friends are harmless even though they act like they aren’t sometimes.” “so, i’m forgiven, then?” “mingi, you were forgiven the moment you sent a scroll asking to talk to me.” you shrugged. “besides, i wasn’t offended, i just figured you were having a bad day, like you said.” mingi allowed himself a smile, and felt his pulse race when you returned it.

“so, how’d it go with mingi?” wooyoung asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. seonghwa rolled his eyes and smacked the former lightly on the shoulder. “will you quit that?” the blond male only huffed in protest, but the curious glint never left his eyes. “what’s there to tell? he apologized, and that was it.” “seriously? no passionate kiss in the forest? no getting pressed up against a tree and making out? nothing? not even a kiss on the cheek? you two are so lame.” wooyoung sighed, dramatically falling into yeosang’s lap, who rolled his eyes in response.

“jung wooyoung, if you don’t shut up right now, i will not hesitate to-” “yeah, yeah, i know, throw me into the depths of the underworld.” “exactly.” “it’s what you deserve, honestly.” yeosang mumbled, but made no move to shove the aforementioned muse off his lap. “yeosang! i thought we were friends.” “if you call barely tolerating you on a daily basis, then yes.”

you laughed in amusement at their incessant bickering. “yeosang, stop being so harsh on wooyoung. he’s sensitive, you know.” “i am not!” the dance muse protested. hongjoong scoffed, not looking up from the elaborate flower crown he was making, rolling his eyes. “says the guy who wouldn’t stop sulking after san ignored him for a whole day because he accidentally spilled wine on his brand new toga.” “it was a whole week, and it hurt!”

san sighed. “why am i friends with this idiot?” “because you love me.” “believe what you want, wooyoung.” jongho rolled his eyes. “hongjoong hyung!” said muse looked up from his now finished flower crown, carefully placing it on his head, hazel eyes widening in surprise. “yes, jongho?” “c-could you help me with this verse for a hymn? been stuck on it for days.”

hongjoong’s face broke out into a wide smile, eyes turning into crescents, then flung himself at seonghwa, who stumbled a bit from the sudden attack, but recovered and wrapped his arms around the former, holding him tight. “what’s wrong, joong?” he asked, voice as gentle as ever, but the amused smile tugging at his lips was obvious. “j-jongho finally asked me to h-help him.” hongjoong wailed, burying his face into seonghwa’s chest, soft sobs wracking his body. seonghwa bit back a laugh as he patted hongjoong’s head gently.

“are those tears of joy? or?” you laughed, reaching out and patting jongho’s shoulder gently. “definitely tears of joy. he’s been waiting for this moment for a millennia.” “finally, i’ve been spared!” yeosang cried out happily. jongho huffed. “i hate you.” yeosang only beamed. “love you too!” you rolled your eyes at their bickering. “have fun writing with hongjoong, he’s really been waiting for this day for ages.” jongho sighed. “i know. he wouldn’t stop whining to seonghwa hyung about it.” “yeah, i know, he’s also complained to me too.” “jongho! hurry up!” hongjoong called.

you laughed at the embarrassment on jongho’s face as he mumbled his goodbyes and ran over to hongjoong, both of them disappearing behind an alcove of trees seconds later. “he must be really happy, huh?” “yeah, he is.”

“how are things with mingi?” seonghwa inquired once everyone was distracted with the field of flowers a few feet away, marveling at the colorful petals. “honestly? i’m not sure. we’re not lovers, after all. i don’t even know if we’re friends. i guess we’re just acquaintances?” seonghwa rolled his eyes. “so, you’re telling me that after all the encounters you’ve had with each other that your relationship with him is still unknown?” you smiled sheepishly. “i-i guess?” the silver haired male sighed in exasperation. “you two are giving me a headache.” you laughed, leaning against seonghwa’s side, resting your head on his shoulder. the aforementioned muse immediately wrapped an arm around you. “but you love me.” “yeah, yeah.” you smiled, snuggling deeper into seonghwa’s warmth and allowing a comfortable silence to settle between the two of you.

“mingi dare not break her heart, or i will personally throw him into the depths of the underworld.” wooyoung muttered, breaking off a petal of the rose he had in his hand, letting it gently float in the wind before settling peacefully in the grass around him. “stop destroying nature, would you?” san scolded, snatching the rose out of wooyoung’s hand, earning a squawk of protest from the latter. “while i agree with you, woo, i don’t think we should just charge at him like a minotaur gone truly mad.” “then, what do you think we should do, oh wise one?”

“we should just talk to him, peacefully and without violence?” wooyoung scoffed. “that’s a terrible idea. do you want y/n’s heart to be broken?” “of course not, it’s just- he’s stronger than all of us, there’s no way any of us could take him in a real fight.” “yunho’s right, we’re all as thin as wheat and can’t lift anything remotely heavy.” “that’s not true! we’re not that weak!” yeosang rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue.

“why are we discussing murder?” a voice cut in, interrupting their conversation. yunho turned and saw seonghwa standing at the entrance of the garden, lean arms crossed over his chest, golden eyes twinkling with amusement. you were beside him, looking as equally amused as the former. “we’re not discussing murder, we’re just-” san slapped a hand over wooyoung’s mouth before he could continue, smiling nervously, ignoring how the latter squirmed, mumbling something incoherent. “we were discussing just how much of a great person you are, hyung.”

seonghwa bit back a laugh. “is that so?” “yes, of course! we would never think of murdering anyone! we’re too innocent and pure to commit such a wicked act!” unlike seonghwa, you laughed, the sound ringing in the air. “you are all so dramatic.” “ i honestly don’t know why i’m still hanging around you all.” “that’s because you have no other friends than us, yeosang.” wooyoung chirped, earning him a glare from the comedy muse.

“please don’t start fights, especially with mingi. i don’t want to see any of you hurt.” wooyoung beamed, throwing himself onto seonghwa, hugging him tightly. “so you do love us, hyung!” the older rolled his eyes. “no, i’m just tired of you all being a pain in my ass all the time. so please save me the trouble and not try to kill anyone, ok?” san pouted. “you’re so cruel, hyung!” “believe what you want, san.” “anyways, do you know when hongjoong and jongho will be back? they need to help out with supper later.” “well, they’re probably going to be done, at least, hopefully, before the sun sets.” “ok, then i’ll just go gather the vegetables and fruit.”

“hwa, i might need some help, that is, if you’re willing to.” seonghwa smiled, expression soft and gentle. “of course, i’d be happy to.” as soon as they were out of earshot, wooyoung leaned forward, making sure to keep his voice as low as possible.

“is it just me, or is seonghwa hyung in love?” yeosang rolled his eyes, smacking the blond haired muse on the shoulder. “quit being delusional, seonghwa hyung’s always looked at her like that, we all do, you know. he cares about her just like he does the rest of us. besides, even if seonghwa hyung felt any sort of romantic way about y/n, she wouldn’t return his feelings and he’d get heartbroken.” “you never know! she could just be trying to use mingi as a distraction to get her mind off of him.” “you’re by far the dumbest person i know, woo.” “i know what i saw, yeosang!” “then prove it.” “what?” “if you can prove to me that seonghwa hyung really has feelings for y/n that are far from platonic, then i will not pick on you for a whole year.” wooyoung’s eyes brightened with determination. “get ready to bite back your words!” “can’t wait.”

mingi softly hummed to himself as he walked through the forest, admiring how the sun shone through the leaves, bathing it in golden beams of light. his last meeting with you had gone well, better than he expected. “daydreaming about going on picnic dates with your girlfriend?” “no, and she’s not my girlfriend.” “sure, sure, keep lying to yourself.” “why did you even go with me? aren’t you supposed to be, i don’t know, doing important things?”

maddox scoffed. “please, as if the officials need me for anything.” his mentor made subsequent trips to the heart of the city, where the council presided, looking over and approving laws. a comfortable silence settled around them as they continued on through the forest.

suddenly, they heard laughter from a few feet away. and before mingi could say anything, maddox grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the direction of said laughter. “what are you doing?” “you’re not curious where the laughter is coming from?” “not really-” he was cut off a few seconds later when maddox suddenly stopped in his tracks. “what’s wrong?”

“kid, i’m sorry.” “about what?” he ignored maddox as he tried to prevent him from going past. mingi froze when he saw what maddox had been trying to prevent him from seeing. it was you, looking as beautiful as ever in a dark blue toga, holding a basket full of vegetables and fruit. but you were not alone. a tall male with silver hair, dressed in a white toga, an impossibly soft smile on his face, stood next to you. then, said male took the basket from you, pulling you into his side and wrapping a slender arm around your waist.

mingi waited for you to push him away, which otherwise never occurred. then, what came next felt as if his heart was going to be ripped out of his chest. you smiled and leaned into the male’s embrace, resting your head on his shoulder. he had had enough. mingi fought back tears as he ran away, ignoring maddox calling his name in the distance.

“calm down!” maddox shouted, gripping mingi’s shoulders tightly. “why should i? after what i saw?” “you know, there’s such a thing as jumping to conclusions, which is exactly what you’re doing right now! and even if that guy was her lover, what does it matter to you? you’re not together anyway, right?” “i’m fully aware of that, but it still hurts just as much. i need to be alone.” mingi mumbled, trying to keep his voice as even as possible. as soon as the grip on his shoulder loosened, he ran off into the forest, vision blurring.

dinner consisted of fruit and vegetables, along with a few quail eggs that seonghwa had managed to pick up at the market earlier that day. the early evening air was cool and crisp, and there was a light breeze that caused the leaves to sway gently. “were you able to write the hymn?” jongho nodded as he popped a strawberry into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “it wasn’t easy, but it is finished.” seonghwa smiled fondly, reaching out and ruffling the younger’s hair affectionately. “i’m glad.” “did you spend time with y/n today?” wooyoung blurted, light blue eyes glimmering with anticipation, “yes, yes i did. we gathered the fruits and vegetables for supper. why?” “no reason hyung, just curious.” he mumbled, taking a sip of wine. seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he didn’t press further. yeosang pursed his lips tightly and looked away, trying to will himself to disappear. the former shrugged and merely got up and walked away to the center of the garden.

once he was out of earshot, yeosang elbowed wooyoung in the side, causing the latter to cry out in protest. “what was that for?” “could you be any more obvious?” “what are you talking about? i was very subtle!” yeosang rolled his eyes. “you were not.” “do you really think seonghwa hyung doesn’t have any sort of romantic feelings towards y/n?” “i really do.” “i will prove you wrong, just you wait!” “i’ll be waiting for the day when you do.”

you sat underneath a tree with seonghwa, curled up into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. the night sky was glittering with stars, bathing the garden in soft white light. “do you think my relationship with mingi will become something more?” “i can’t give you a sure answer, but i think if you allow a space for him in your heart, then maybe something will happen.”

“when did you get so…” “cheesy? romantic? well, i am the muse of love poetry, in case you forgot.” “right, you write cheesy poems for a living.” “my poems are masterpieces, just so you know.” “i apologize, oh humble one. i did not mean to slander your poems, which a truly a gift to mankind.” “stop feeding my ego.” you laughed, snuggling deeper into seonghwa’s side. “ok, ok, i’ll stop.”

“this is going to sound very cliché and cheesy-” “darling, please, i write romantic poems for a living. try me.” “i just- i’m grateful.” “for what?” “for not neglecting me. for taking care of me when i had no one else, and for giving me a home when my parents left me all alone, defenseless and starving.” you hadn’t realized you were crying until seonghwa pulled you into a warm and tight embrace, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “let it out, it’s okay.” “i’m sorry for breaking down like this, but-” “don’t apologize, darling. we are always here for you, and it’s perfectly okay to have an off day, we’ve all been there.” “i just-” “you don’t need to explain yourself, you never do. just promise me you won’t hide your pain from us? we hate to see you miserable.”

you nodded, leaning further into seonghwa’s embrace, burying your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of roses hitting your nose. the smell was comforting, and you felt your eyelids droop, and you let sleep take over. seonghwa smiled fondly at the sleeping girl in his arms, looking peaceful and at ease. he brushed a stray strand of hair off your forehead, tucking it gently behind your ear. the night was cool and crisp and tame, just how seonghwa preferred it to be.

“hyung?” a quiet voice said behind him. he turned around, careful not to wake you, and saw yeosang standing behind him.“yeosang? what is it? is something wrong?” san hesitated as he saw the immediate concern on seonghwa’s face. “i- i just wanted to see if y/n’s alright.” “she’s fine, just tired. why?” “ah, no reason, just curious.” “san, are you ok? you’re acting a bit strange.” “i’m alright, just tired. wooyoung ‘s been a pain in my ass all day.” seonghwa chuckled at that. “perfectly understandable. wooyoung can be quite the handful sometimes.”

yeosang gave the older an awkward wave, trying not to run away in embarrassment across the grass. as soon as he plopped down next to wooyoung, said male turned to him anticipation. “so, what did you see?” “she was asleep in seonghwa hyung’s arms; they were practically cuddling.” wooyoung clapped excitedly, and yeosang smacked him on the shoulder. “cut that out. just because i caught them cuddling doesn’t prove anything. she’s fallen asleep on all of us at some point.” “was she on his lap?” “what in tarturus? no, of course not.” “she was curled up in his arms, that’s all.”

“are you seriously still convinced that seonghwa hyung doesn’t pine for her?” yeosang sighed. “look, wooyoung, you should really just give up on this, i mean, don’t you think trying to prove something that you know isn’t true a waste of time?” “it may be to you, but not to me! he loves her, i’m sure of it!” “just don’t go overboard, ok?” “i won’t, i swear on the river styx.” “i sense empty promises, but fine.”

mingi sat on the edge of a ravine, feet dangling dangerously in the air, dried tears on his cheeks. he didn’t know when the crying had stopped, nor did he know how he ended up at the very edge of the forest. maddox was standing a few feet away, giving him space, which mingi was grateful for. his mind was swimming with thoughts and his heart ached.

he felt pathetic, for even thinking that someone like him had a chance with you. you looked happy, happier than he had ever seen you. there was a part of him that was happy that you were being cherished, for it was what you truly deserved. i was foolish to think that she ever showed any interest in me as a lover, mingi thought glumly, fighting back another deluge of tears. he heard soft footsteps behind him and a few seconds later, a warm and gentle hand was on his shoulder. mingi sighed. “are you going to give me a lecture about how much of a fool i am?” “of course not, and you’re anything but that.” he let out a bitter, sad laugh. “how would you know that?” “because i’ve been your mentor for years, and while you were a bit clumsy at first, you persisted.” “what are you trying to say?” “i’m trying to tell you that you shouldn’t give up! so what if she has a potential suitor? make her see what she’s missing!” “you want me to make her jealous?” “exactly! then she’ll realize just how much of a great hero and guy you are, and then she’ll practically beg for you to be her lover.” mingi shook his head. “there’s no way in tarturus i’m doing that.” “why not?!” “i don’t want to make anger her for my personal gain, it’s not right.”

“ok, then, what do you think you should do?” “you saw her! she looks happy, and i don’t want to ruin that for her. i should try to move on.” maddox sighed. “do you even know who she was with?” “n-no? should i know him?” “do you remember when i mentioned the muses?” “vaguely.”

his mentor rolled his eyes. “anyway, the guy you saw her with was one of the nine muses.” “w-what? how did you know?” “i thought it was pretty clear.” “how can you-” “centuries ago, they attended one of the council meetings. the muse you saw her with was the one who did most of the talking.” “i thought muses didn’t involve themselves with the council.” “they don’t, but maybe they had a reason to.”

“that doesn’t mean anything, he could be her lover.” “believe what you want, kid. i’m not going to attempt to convince you otherwise. just don’t sulk about it too much.” with that, maddox walked away, leaving him with his thoughts and a heavy heart.

“are you close with seonghwa hyung?” you laughed, carefully rolling up another scroll and placing it back on the massive shelf in front of you. “what do you mean, woo? i’m close with all of you.” “i know that, but-” “but?” “never mind.” wooyoung mumbled, plopping down on a nearby chair, lips forming a visible pout. you sighed in exasperation, walking over to said sulking male, ruffling his hair affectionately. “what’s wrong, woo?” “nothing, i’m just tired from yesterday evening, i suppose.” “oh, well, why did you come along with me, then? you didn’t have to, i know reading scrolls can be quite a bore.” “i didn’t want to leave you all alone. if something happened to you, seonghwa hyung would have my head.” you smiled, pulling the dance muse into a tight embrace. “wooyoung, that’s very sweet of you, but you know i can handle myself.”

“i know, but if hades-” “he hasn’t come after me yet, and i doubt he will soon. even if he does, he won’t hurt me, at least, not enough to kill me.” “y/n! don’t say that! we wouldn’t be able to live with ourselves if something happened to you.” you felt your heart ache and hugged wooyoung tighter. “i’m sorry for saying that, i just-” “it’s ok, y/n. just promise me that you’ll let us protect you?” you nodded. “i will, i promise.”

“what do you think of y/n?” yeosang asked, quite abruptly at that, and seonghwa felt his eyes widen in shock at the sudden bluntness. “i don’t quite understand the question, yeosang, i-” “just answer it.” “ok, ok, uhm, well, she’s….” the former gestured for seonghwa to continue. “she’s wonderful. she’s very caring, loving, and is very selfless. y/n is always there for us, always.”

yeosang felt guilt rising in his stomach. he hated lying to seonghwa, especially after he now knew that wooyoung was completely wrong about how the older felt about y/n. at least, it was clear to him that she was nothing more than a dear friend, a sister, even. “are you alright?” yeosang snapped out of his thoughts, giving a worried seonghwa a half smile that he hoped was convincing enough. “i’m fine, just exhausted.”

seonghwa’s golden eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he didn’t press further. “i have to go help y/n with something, i’ll see you in the evening?” yeosang managed a brief nod before the former walked off.

he sighed, leaning back on the rough bark of a tree behind him. things were definitely going to get even more complicated, and yeosang wasn’t looking forward to it in the slightest.

“don’t you think wooyoung and yeosang are being a little... “ “strange?” “i suppose? wooyoung asked me if i’m close to you.” seonghwa raised an amused eyebrow, carefully rolling up a scroll. “close in what way?” suprisingly, you felt your cheeks flush scarlet. “i-” “as lovers?” “y-yes.” “ah, well, that is quite amusing.” “is it?” seonghwa nodded, golden eyes twinkling with mirth. “you are not angry?” “why would i be angry? any man would be lucky to have you.” “thank you, hwa.” his expression softened, if that was even possible. you smiled, carefully pulling another scroll from the shelf. “i’ve always loved coming here.” “i know. whenever we visited the town, you would beg us to take you to the library so you could read scrolls.” you blushed. “that must’ve been quite irritating.”

seonghwa shook his head. “not at all, it was quite endearing.” “i’ve always loved stories, even as a child. though i don’t remember much about my parents, i know they always told me them to help me sleep. that is, before they abandoned me.” you didn’t even realize you were crying until strong arms were around you, pulling you into a comforting and tight embrace.

“i’m sorry, i don’t know why i’m being so emotional all the time. you must think i’m being dramatic.” seonghwa scoffed. “you are not. i’m the one who should be asking for your forgiveness.” “hwa-” “hear me out, ok? i was the one who suggested we come here, and that was a terrible thing to do, because it surfaced tragic memories of your past. i’m so sorry, darling, i should’ve been more considerate-”

“hwa, listen to me. it was not your fault. you didn’t know, and besides, i think it’s important for me to bring the painful memories to light instead of dwelling on them. i’ve been resenting my parents for centuries, and i think it’s time i start trying to forgive them.” seonghwa’s expression softened, as it always seemed to whenever he looked at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “if you need any assistance, i’m here for you, and so are the others.” “i know, thank you, hwa. i really don’t know what i would do without any of you in my life.”

“that was extremely cliché, but i’ll let it slide because the feeling is mutual.” “you’re the absolute worst, you know that?” seonghwa laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “i know, but you love me.” “correction, i tolerate you, there’s a difference.” that earned you a light shove to the shoulder, and you couldn’t help but throw your head back and laugh, feeling lighter than you had been in centuries.

nearby, certain muses were deep in conversation. “wooyoung, i really think we should put an end to our bet, i mean, there’s no point anymore.” “why? did seonghwa hyung tell you something? or did you tell him about it?” yeosang sighed in frustration. “i didn’t tell him anything, i just really think it would be best to stop.” wooyoung huffed. “how can you be so sure?” “i just- look, i really don’t think seonghwa hyung loves y/n in a romantic way.” “suit yourself, yeosang, i’m going to prove it.” “do what you want.”

“kid, are you even listening to me?” maddox’s worried voice snapped mingi out of the trance he’d been under, bringing him back to reality. the former sighed. “let’s take a break.” mingi nodded, carefully putting the bow and arrow he’d been holding off to the side, plopping down onto the soft grass beneath him, the blades tickling his bare legs. “are you alright?” maddox asked, his voice unusually soft, as if mingi were a fawn that would run away the instant it heard a loud noise. mingi didn’t reply, just shook his head softly and hugged his knees to his chest, somehow managing to look small and almost vulnerable, despite his bulk.

maddox sighed, settling down beside him on the grass. “i know that sulking over unrequited love is trivial and a little pathetic of me-” “it’s not pathetic. you’re heartbroken, and it’s okay to sulk.” mingi managed a small, grateful smile. “thank you.” “i’ve never felt this way about anyone, and i know that’s cliché, but it’s true. she’s the only girl who doesn’t fawn over me like everyone else, she doesn’t even know about my being a hero or slaying monsters!” “she knows you as mingi, not mingi the hero.” “yes, and that simple fact makes it hurt even more.”

mingi didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “it’s okay, kid, let it out. i’m sorry for pushing you too hard to train. i didn’t realize you were still grieving.” “stop making it sound as if i’m mourning the loss of a loved one.” mingi scolded, but it was light-hearted. “i’ll be okay, i just need time.” “take all the time you need, i’ll be here for you if you ever need a shoulder to cry on.” “thank you.” “i’ll likely forget about her, so don’t get your hopes up.” maddox grimaced. he knew that mingi would most definitely not do such a thing, and that he would sulk about her for gods knew how long. i just hope he doesn’t completely fall apart, maddox thought, fighting back tears.

seonghwa hummed softly to himself as he admired the deep purple hyacinths on either side of him, contrasting greatly with the forest green of the grass. the day was perfect, with a light, refreshing breeze tugging at his hair and toga, ruffling the leaves and branches of trees, the sky cloudless and blue, and the sun shining golden beams of light upon the earth. the air was just the right temperature, and seonghwa absolutely adored days like these.

wooyoung, jongho, yeosang, and san had all gone to the town marketplace to find food for supper, and you and hongjoong were in the center of the garden, weaving flower crowns, which left seonghwa by himself for a bit. not that he minded, of course, seonghwa secretly enjoyed it when he got some time for himself, so he can be alone with his thoughts.

while he loved his fellow muses dearly, it could get overwhelming to be around them at times. seonghwa never took the moments he got to himself for granted, for they were rare. seonghwa was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you settling down on the grass beside him, a hand woven crown of roses on your head. “hwa?” you asked, which made him jump in surprise.

“when did you get here?” “about a few seconds ago, why?” “no reason, just, you scared me, is all.” you smiled in amusement. “you’re always so easily startled, huh?” seonghwa felt his face flush scarlet. “weren’t you with hongjoong?” “i was, but he insisted i keep you company.” “i hope i’m not bothering you, you seemed like you wanted to be alone for a while.”

seonghwa nodded sheepishly. “well, one part of that is true.” “which one?” “the second, because you could never bother me.” that earned him a light shove to the shoulder. “when did you get so cheesy?” “i’m the muse of love poetry, cheesy is all i know how to write.” you laughed, and seonghwa ignored the way his heart sped up a bit at the sound. “what were you thinking about?” “you don’t have to tell me, of course, only if you’re willing.” “it’s okay, i wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, actually.” “just daydreaming then?” seonghwa smiled. “perhaps.”

you returned his smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, and the sight made seonghwa’s heart clench painfully. he felt his pulse race as you moved closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder, all the while making sure not to crumple your flower crown. you’d done this many times before, but it never failed to make seonghwa’s heart race. he knew it was pathetic and silly to harbor feelings for someone who would never return them, but he couldn’t help it. you were kind, loving, the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, and whenever you looked at him, it felt like a punch to the gut. he loved the way your expression would brighten when visiting the town library, looking at various scrolls. most off all, he loved how selfless you were, and that you would do anything for the ones you loved.

while it was extremely painful to see you long for someone else, you were at least happy, and that was all that mattered to seonghwa. you deserved someone who would cherish you for the rest of your life, and who would never hurt you. seonghwa ignored the shiver that ran down his spine as you snuggled closer into his side. as if on impulse, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, your bare skin warm against his own, and held you tight. “are you alright?” “yes, just a bit exhausted. is it alright if i take a short nap?” “go ahead, i’ll wake you once it’s time for supper.” you shot him a grateful smile, and seconds later, you were fast asleep. seonghwa sighed heavily, resisting the urge to hide his face in his hands to hide the blush that was forming on his face. i need to get ahold of myself, he thought.

wooyoung hid the smirk that was tugging at his lips as he caught sight of you cuddled up against seonghwa, resting your head on his shoulder. “ what are you doing?” a voice asked, which made wooyoung jump in shock. “san! did you have to sneak up on me like that?” said male rolled his eyes. “i didn’t sneak up on you, you were just too busy staring at seonghwa and y/n that you didn’t notice.”

“are you stalking them or something?” wooyoung huffed in frustration and hit san gently on the shoulder. “i am doing nothing of the sort!” “then, what are you doing?” “i’m observing?” “seriously, woo?” what? just think of it as supervising.” san just sighed in frustration. “you really expect me to believe that? y/n can take care of herself, and seonghwa would rather get thrown into the depths of the underworld than even think of hurting her. what’s the real reason you’re watching them like a creep?” wooyoung sighed. “keep this a secret, okay?” san nodded. though his expression seemed uninterested, his violet eyes were glinting with curiosity. when wooyoung was done explaining, san burst out laughing.

“you think i’m insane, don’t you?” “uh, yeah, i kind of do.” “look, woo, do you really believe that seonghwa hyung is in love with y/n? don’t you think that’s a little… i don’t know, impossible?” “anything is possible, san!” “yes, but not that.” “why? why does everyone think i’m crazy for this?” “wooyoung’s right, san.” they turned and saw hongjoong standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, expression unreadable. “how long have you been standing there?”

hongjoong shrugged. “long enough.” “wait, what? what do you mean i’m right?” “you’re right about seonghwa.” wooyoung let out a small whoop of triumph, while san looked at hongjoong in utter disbelief. “what in tartarus? how do you know that?” “because he told me.” “when?” wooyoung asked, practically beaming. “centuries ago.” “wait, so seonghwa hyung’s liked her for that long?!” hongjoong grimaced. “ah, it’s actually the opposite of that.” “he loves her?!” san blurted, and wooyoung slapped a hand over his mouth. “don’t be so loud! seonghwa hyung’s nearby, he might hear you!” he hissed.

“when did you notice?” wooyoung asked, slowly taking his hand off san’s mouth, who glared at him in return. “i thought it was pretty obvious, and honestly, i’m quite surprised no one picked up on it sooner.” “so, when did he tell you?” “i don’t remember exactly, but i’m pretty sure it was when y/n was in the garden with you guys and seonghwa and i went somewhere to talk in secret. he was extremely anxious.”

(six centuries ago)

hongjoong let out a cry of protest as seonghwa led him into a more secluded part of the garden, anxiety rolling off the latter in waves. the late afternoon sun cast golden beams of light on the soft patches of green grass. the air was crisp and cool, and the weather had never been more perfect. “what’s wrong?” seonghwa hesitated, rocking back and forth on his heels. “i-i love someone.” hongjoong’s eyes widened. “what?” “i know it’s sudden of me to say something so bold, but i-i know that i love her.” “who is she? do we know her?” seonghwa chuckled, golden eyes shining with an emotion that hongjoong had never seen him express before. “yes, you know her, very well, in fact.” hongjoong furrowed his brows in confusion, thinking about which female in the entirety of athens seonghwa had his heart set on, and suddenly, it clicked. the gentle and soft gazes he’d send your way, the way he’d look at you as if you were the only star in the sky, and the way he handed you a basket of flowers or even a piece of fruit were all telltale signs that seonghwa was irrevocably smitten, and yet hongjoong hadn’t realized it until now. “i- when did you realize that you loved her?” seonghwa rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, color staining his cheeks. “do you remember that city official that started to insult y/n the day we went to the market?” hongjoong grimaced at the memory. “of course, how could i forget? i was tempted to throw him into the depths of tarturus.” “she defended herself before we could, despite having tears in her eyes. she was so strong, and i admired her for that. i knew that she was not a damsel in distress, and that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but i’ve always felt i need to protect her, to shield her from harm. isn’t that so selfish of me?” seonghwa asked, laughing bitterly. “it’s not selfish, it just shows how much you love her.” “i suppose. hongjoong, promise me that this will stay between us?” “of course.” hongjoong said, swallowing against the bile in his throat. the smile that seonghwa sent his way afterwards, bright and hopeful, made his stomach churn with guilt.

“that day was the worst, i was going to kill him if someone didn’t stop me.” san hissed, glaring at hongjoong, who rolled his eyes. “i’m sorry i foiled your plans of vengeance, but seonghwa would’ve killed me if anything happened to any of you.” “seonghwa hyung really is in love with y/n.” wooyoung mumbled, looking dazed, as if he had been in a trance. “yes, he is. now, you two have to promise me that this stays between us. seonghwa cannot know that i told you.”

san pursed his lips tightly. “i hate keeping secrets from him.” “i know, but if finds out that i told you this, he will never forgive me, and i can’t live with myself knowing that i hurt seonghwa.” san looked as if he’d rather jump into the river of souls than agree to it, but just sighed and gave hongjoong a small nod. “fine, but don’t make me regret this.”

hongjoong gave the younger a grateful smile.” thank you, san.” “i’ll also keep this from seonghwa hyung, but it’s not going to be easy.” “i know, just try your hardest not to tell him.” wooyoung also looked as if he were going to object, but managed a miniscule nod. “i just hope that no one gets hurt in the end.” hongjoong felt dread pool in his stomach at the thought of seonghwa looking at him with absolute hatred and sadness in his eyes, and forced what he hoped was a convincing smile on his face. “time will tell.”

after the confrontation with san and wooyoung, hongjoong headed to another secluded part of the garden, feeling dazed. he settled onto a soft patch of grass, stretching his legs and basking in the late afternoon sun. though the weather usually lifted hongjoong’s spirits, today, it did nothing to distract him from the immense guilt he felt. he knew it wasn’t his right to tell seonghwa’s secret, but he had just suddenly gotten the urge to, after overhearing wooyoung and san’s conversation. hongjoong sighed, reaching up and rubbing at his temples. he would be doomed if seonghwa ever came to know that his secret had been disclosed, especially since he’d promised all those centuries ago not to tell anyone.

“joong?” a soft voice said, and hongjoong looked up to see you standing over him, an amused smile on your face. “y/n?” “taking a nap?” you asked, settling down beside him, your sky blue robes bright against the green grass. hongjoong shook his head. “no, just thinking.” “about what? you don’t have to tell me, of course, i’m just curious.” “well, honestly, it wasn’t anything important.” you didn’t look too convinced, but didn’t press further, much to hongjoong’s relief. “can i talk to you about something?” “of course, anything.” hongjoong said, immediately sitting up and moving closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “what’s troubling you?” you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “it’s seonghwa.” “what about him? is he being an asshole?” you laughed softly. “no, of course not. hwa’s one of the sweetest, gentlest, most patient, loving, and selfless people i know. he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.” “

then, what’s wrong?” “i- is he in pain?” “what do you mean?” “is he pining for a lost love?” hongjoong felt his stomach coil with nerves. “why do you ask?” “i’ve noticed the way he looks at me, almost as if i remind him of someone who hurt him.” no, it’s because seonghwa’s in love with you, but he’s not saying anything because he knows you will not return his feelings, hongjoong thought sadly. “is he hurting because of me? did i do something?” you sounded so sad, so lost, and hongjoong’s heart ached. “no, of course not. seonghwa’s always been one to wander off into his own thoughts and keep his feelings to himself. he doesn’t want us worrying about him. he’s probably just daydreaming or exhausted.” “i suppose.” you murmured, snuggling deeper into hongjoong’s side. hongjoong forced what he hoped was a convincing smile on his face and held you tighter.

mingi loosed a breath as he let an arrow fly, allowing a small smile when it struck the center of the target. the air was warm but not too humid, and he loved when the sun would shine through the trees, bathing the forest in golden light. it was late afternoon, and he had finally gotten out of bed after a while to train. maddox had had business in town, so that left him alone for the day.

he sighed and propped his bow against a tree, practically collapsing onto the soft grass. it’d been a long few days, of which were mainly spent crying until his throat and eyes hurt, or until maddox threatened to throw him into the river if he wouldn’t stop sulking. ever since that day, mingi had been trying his best to heal from the heartbreak he experienced. it was a bit pathetic that he was so devastated over a girl that he barely knew, but in some ways, he felt drawn to you. he felt as if there was something that intrigued him about you, but couldn’t quite name the cause. he supposed that as long as you were happy and that you were being treated well, there was nothing he could do. after all, he was a hero, destined to save athens or whatever fairy-tale shit maddox ranted about constantly, and if you were together, you would be in constant danger. mingi knew he couldn’t live with himself if anyone he loved got hurt or killed, and the image of you being stabbed or becoming lifeless in his arms sent a shudder through his body. mingi closed his eyes and let the tears fall, wondering if he would ever get his so-called “happy ending.”

yunho laid next to wooyoung on the worn blanket seonghwa had found lying around the cottage, and looked up at the night sky, stars glittering like precious jewels. the air was crisp and cool, and he allowed a small smile to tug at his lips. yunho turned his head slightly to see you and san sitting on a patch of soft grass, your head resting on his shoulder. “penny for your thoughts?” wooyoung said, snapping yunho back to reality. he felt his face flush scarlet at the knowing smirk on wooyoung’s face, and swatted at him with his hand, causing the younger to laugh. “i do not feel that way about y/n, if that’s what you’re thinking.” wooyoung rolled his eyes. “i know you don’t, i was just teasing you.” a comfortable silence settled between them, and yunho sighed, turning his attention back to the stars, mind wandering once again. dinner had been normal, with the occasional light chatter and wooyoung and san bickering over trivial matters, but the aftermath had been quite strange. san had given wooyoung a look that clearly said ”don’t you dare speak another word or i will throw you into the river” , and the latter had whined in protest, but didn’t say anything else after. yunho had looked at them with utter confusion, wondering what in zeus’ name they’d been arguing about, but didn’t bother to ask. he just hoped that whatever secret they were keeping wouldn’t cause any conflict.

you sighed, snuggling deeper into san’s side for warmth, and said male wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “tired?” he asked. you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “did seonghwa nag you too much today?” he asked, voice light and teasing. you rolled your eyes playfully. “no, he didn’t. today was just a long one, that’s all.” san hummed in agreement, squeezing your shoulder gently, as if in comfort. you shifted so that you were now lying on his lap, and he chuckled softly, playing with the loose strands of your hair. “are you really going to use my lap as a pillow?” “yes, is there a problem?” san shook his head. “of course not, you know i was just teasing.” “san?” “hmm?” “thank you.” “for what, love?” “no reason, i’m just glad you’re in my life.” “when did you get so cheesy? you’ve really been spending way too much time with seonghwa hyung.” you flelt your face flush scarlet. “s-shut up, i’m trying to be sentimental and you’re ruining the moment.” san laughed, patting your head gently. “ok, ok, fine.” you soon fell asleep to san humming softly.

san smiled as you slept, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of your hair, humming a song he’d heard jongho sing once, and leaned back against the rough bark of the eucalyptus tree that took up one side of the garden, letting his mind wander. dinner had been interesting, and he grimaced as he remembered how wooyoung had nearly let seonghwa’s secret come to light. wooyoung needs to be more cautious, otherwise, seonghwa hyung might never forgive hongjoong hyung for telling us his secret.

it was also where he noticed firsthand that seonghwa was irrevocably and utterly in love with y/n, despite knowing that his feelings would never be returned. san didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed before. it was evident in the way seonghwa would look at you, as if you were the only star in the sky, and even a small gesture as handing you a piece of bread from across the table. his fingers always seemed to brush against yours in such an intimate way that san felt himself blush and look away.

san winced as he recalled the conversation with hongjoong and wooyoung earlier that evening, and his heart ached for seonghwa, whose love was unrequited, and for hongjoong, who had succumbed to the pressure of keeping such a secret that he told him and wooyoung. he felt as if they didn’t deserve to know, for the secret felt so personal to seonghwa, and san knew that he would be devastated if he knew that hongjoong had told them. holding back tears, san closed his eyes and let sleep take over.

mingi woke to maddox gently shaking him, whispering fervently. he sat up immediately, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “what is it? did something happen?” even in the darkness of the cottage, he could make out the pale and ashen color of maddox’s face, and his stomach coiled with fear. his mentor gulped nervously before replying, his voice barely audible. “hades.” “what?” mingi felt blood rushing to his ears, and he felt himself get out of bed, hastily throwing the thin blankets off of him, reaching for his sword, which had been thrown on a pile of old clothes earlier that night. mingi could feel the nervous tension in the air as he loosed a breath and headed out into the cool night, feeling a shiver course through him. maddox was trailing slowly behind him, footsteps quiet and hesitant.

mingi knew it was extremely foolish to confront hades not properly armed, but at least maddox was with him. now, his mentor wasn’t the strongest or the best fighter, but he could at least try and figure out a way for mingi to escape unscathed, or at least mingi hoped he could.

the air got thicker with tension as mingi ventured deeper into the forest, ignoring the small voice in the back of his mind, screaming at him to run away. mingi knew that hades was close by, as the scent of death and smoke filled his nostrils as he neared a more secluded part of the forest, which, ironically, happened to be near a field of blooming hyacinths. the sight that beheld him made his heart drop down into his stomach and his blood run cold.

you were laying at hades’ feet, pale blue robes streaked with dirt, curled into yourself, as if bracing for an attack that would hopefully never come. mingi ducked behind a tree, hoping it would somehow obscure him from view. “you’re pathetic.” hades hissed, dark eyes flashing with pure disgust. you groaned, neck straining to look up at the god of the dead, expression full of fury and pure hatred. “i thought i made it clear that my relations with you were over.” you seethed, wiping blood from the corner of your mouth. hades laughed, cold and heartless. “you very aware of my conditions when you signed your soul over to me, and one of them was that you will never be free until you fufill my end of our deal. you seemed so willing all those centuries ago, i wonder what changed? is it because you fell in love?” hades sneered, tone dripping with mock cheerfulness.

you said nothing, clenching your jaw in anger and curling your hand into a fist. hades laughed, the sound hollow and void of emotion. “how touching, you fell in love with the very person you were supposed to lead to his own demise. i assume you want me to spare him?”

you glared at the god of the dead, refusing to show any signs of fear, and mingi’s heart ached at the sight. “no, i very well know that you will kill him anyway, for seeing heroes perish brings you great pleasure.” hades clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. “i’m appalled that such a thought would ever cross your mind.” “you’ll spare him, then? if i request it?” hades scoffed. “you’d be foolish to think that i would ever take a request from such a weak and pathetic woman such as yourself.”

mingi felt a hand grip his shoulder tightly, and didn’t try to resist. “kid, if you go out ther now, you’ll die. hades may be a prick, but he’s powerful, and can most likely turn you into ashes before you can even take a single step.” maddox murmured, voice barely audible, but mingi nodded, a sign that he’d heeded his warning, and the grip on his shoulder loosened.

seonghwa felt his heart shatter at the sight of you crumpled on the ground, pale blue robes dirty and blood-stained, helpless and injured. it took every ounce of self-control for him not to run over to you and wrap you into his arms and hold you. he knew that you would never forgive yourself if something happened to him or the others, and that you would continue to blame yourself for their deaths, no matter what. seonghwa bit back tears as he watched hades sneer and curse at you, hands curling into his white robes, the soft fabric bunching in his grip.

the others were fast asleep at the cottage, and that fact alone made seonghwa’s heart settle, just a bit. seonghwa was glad that they weren’t witnessing the horrific scene before him, for he knew that the sight would be too much to bear.

out of the corner of his eye, he noticed mingi, armed with nothing but a sword, clutching it in his hand tightly, and a shorter man with shoulder length hair was with him, body stiff with tension. it was maddox, who he had seen occasionally at council meetings, quiet but not afraid to speak his mind when needed.

seonghwa felt his blood run cold when mingi finally stepped out of the shadows, with maddox trying and failing to prevent him from being reckless, and held his sword out in front of him, the silver blade glinting in the dark.

hades’ dark eyes shifted towards the newcomer, and the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips was enough to make seonghwa shudder with fear. “look who decided to join us. if it isn’t the hero himself.” “let her go.” mingi hissed, body tight with tension. hades chuckled darkly. “and why would i do that? what could a mere human like you offer me, a god?” “it’s me you want dead, isn’t it?” seonghwa’s heart dropped into his stomach at the naked fear on your face, and clutched the fabric of his robe tighter. don’t be so reckless, seonghwa wanted to scream, but he knew that if he were in mingi’s position, he would’ve done the same, so he forced himself to stay quiet. “i would take pleasure in seeing your untimely demise, such is true, but what would you give me in return?”

seonghwa racked his brain for a list of possible things mingi could offer to the god, and cursed under his breath when he realized that the only thing the latter could give hades was his soul. “i’ll trade you my soul, but only if you agree to break the contract you have with her.”

hades’ dark eyes flashed dangerously. “you do know what selling your soul to me entails?” mingi nodded. in doing so, i enter a state of servitude, until you decide to give me freedom.”

your eyes widened in horror, and seonghwa watched, heart aching, as you struggled to your feet, unable to stop the tears from streaming down your face. “mingi, do not sacrifice your freedom or your soul for me. i don’t deserve to be saved.” “don’t say such things! you’re brave and selfless and-” “i am not! i’ve been working with hades all this time, trying to find out your weakness so that he may kill you! i don’t deserve to be saved or sought after by someone who is righteous and honest and brave. i-” you broke off at the sight of the confused, angry, and devastated expression on mingi’s face. nearby, hades chuckled darkly.

“i’ll leave you two lovebirds alone, it seems you two have many things to discuss.” hades drawled, tone dripping with mock sympathy. with a flick of his hand and a long, tired sigh, the god of the dead disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. mingi turned his head away, closing his eyes, as if the sight of you was too much for him to bear.

“why?” mingi asked in a soft voice, confused and hurt. “i did not want you to find out this way, especially with hades in our presence. i never meant to hurt you, i-”

“you lied to me?” “yes, but i-” “but you what? thought it would be amusing to lead me on? to rip my heart out?” you visibly flinched at the uncharacteristic coldness in mingi’s voice, and seonghwa gulped nervously.

“please, i can explain-” mingi shook his head, grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. “i never want to see you again, and don’t you ever think for one second that i’m going to come to rescue you from whatever danger you might face. you disgust me.” he snapped, voice as cold and hard as steel. you reached out helplessly as mingi turned on his heels and walked away, not bothering to look back, and that’s when seonghwa couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

seonghwa ran out from his hiding place and pulled you into his arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back and whispering soothing words in your ear. “h-hwa. h-he hates me.” you sobbed, curling your fingers in the fabric of his robes. seonghwa could only hold you tight as you cried into his chest, feeling his heart ache even more.

you returned to the cottage with seonghwa carrying you in his arms, your heart heavy and face tear-stained. your robes were filthy and torn, but seonghwa didn’t seem to mind as he had lifted you into his arms almost immediately, insisting on carrying you home. you felt tears prick your eyes at the sight of hongjoong, san, jongho, wooyoung, yeosang, and yunho standing nervously at the front of the cottage.

san practically tripped over his own feet trying to get to you, stroking your hair back softly as his violet eyes scanned your body, looking for any injuries. “we were all so worried when we woke and realized you and seonghwa hyung were gone. we thought you two had been taken, or killed, or-” “san, i’m so sorry. i’m sorry for worrying everyone. i seem to always cause trouble whenever i’m with you, and i always feel as if i’m a burden.”

“you could never be a burden to us, darling, we just hate seeing you get hurt.” yeosang strode right up to seonghwa, caramel eyes bright with anger. “you let her be injured? you watched as she got hurt and verbally harassed by hades? what kind of friend are you?” he asked, a harsh laugh escaping his mouth. before seonghwa could respond, san stepped forward, violet eyes bright with warning, gripping the comedy muse’s shoulder tightly. “that’s enough, yeosang.”

yeosang pursed his lips tightly, shook san’s hand off him, and stormed into the cottage. “i-i’m so sorry y/n, i should’ve done something-” you shook your head, reaching up and cupping seonghwa’s chin gently so he’d look at you. “none of this is your fault, hwa, and give yeosang time to clear his head, i’m sure he’s just angry because i’m hurt and he needs someone to blame.” “i just hope you two don’t resent me.” you scoffed, shifting so that you were a little more comfortable in seonghwa’s arms. “we will not.”

seonghwa smiled gently down at you as he carried you into the cottage, and you let yourself fall into a deep sleep, the ache in your heart subsiding, just a bit.

mingi buried his face into his pillow, soft sobs wracking his body. maddox sat slumped in a chair nearby, his expression grim. “i’m sorry your first love had to end so tragically, kid.” mingi didn’t reply, only cried harder, feeling as if his heart was going to spill out of his chest.

-end-

a/n: i hope you all enjoyed this! i know this was super lengthy and probably sucked, but there will be a part three! i’m not sure of the title yet, but i already have a few ideas in mind :) anyways i love you all and thank you for always supporting me and my mediocre fics lmao

tagging: @maatz, @hwacinth-main, @twancingyunhoe , @victonite, @hongism+anyone else who wants to read this 💛

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faelapis · 4 years

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fucking THANK. YOU!! everyone keeps talking about this sudden character shift and im like??? where tf yall been??? hes Been like this!!! maybe not quite so overtly but this is an extremely natural progression of stevens character. i fail to see how any of this is even remotely surprising... snow day was calling out the people who love the Idea of steven, not the Actual steven... reminds me of how a certain someone was looked at through Rose-tinted lenses

i think it’s also because a some in the fandom only focuses on the most recent episode, so an ep that mentions both “s1 steven” and “su future steven” makes them feel like we just jumped from one to the other. for some, it really is that simple. being hit with nostalgia for the old times and then re-remembering who he is now IS a real contrast, after all… but if you’re a reviewer or a superfan, you should remind yourself this is an intentional moment of contrast. it does not mean these changes are actually happening in real-time in front of you. they’ve been happening for a LONG while.

i’ve seen people say the “difference” is he also had a fun side and… he still does? that was in the episode. it ended with fun steventag family time.

it not happening at the Exact same time as him being stressed and wanting to get to work doesn’t mean it’s suddenly evaporated. it’s just… less dominant. this is who steven has been for a while now. him trying to sacrifice himself in “i am my mom” wasn’t a fun, happy-go-lucky steven either. neither was the one who refused to dance at the ball with connie because he was obsessed with conforming to the diamonds’ expectations. that, too, was a “duty first” steven.

this didn’t “suddenly” happen the moment they called explicit attention to it. it’s more like the CGs are finally catching up to being the kind of guardians steven would have needed in s1, who felt left behind, excluded, somewhat neglected, trying to have fun while everyone’s busy doing “important” stuff…

so yes, he would have loved this… then. which is what parenting often is like. you only “get” your kid’s current stage of development after it’s over. you have to adapt to a person who changes. even if that means letting go sometimes.

and look, steven is overly stressed. that’s bad. in the last episode before this, he literally fainted from stress. he exploded on pearl and volleyball. before that, he refused to answer when amethyst asked him about his own future, and his conclusion after meeting spinel is that this would be his duty forever.

so yeah, he’s clearly struggling. to combat it, he’s immersing himself in his aforementioned duties… but as a distraction from thinking about his own issues. steven only feels okay when he’s being useful, and he hates the thought of being weak (much like jasper, and really, the diamonds themselves).

that IS sad, and he needs help! it’s not wrong to acknowledge that, because there are both healthy and unhealthy aspects to how steven is growing up. being selfless and responsible isn’t necessarily bad, but it needs balance. you can’t neglect yourself for the sake of others.

this episode won’t fix it, but it is a step in the right direction. it’s good for the CGs to spend time with him. it’s really important that the episode stresses they love him as he is and as he was… they truly are his best support system. so i think they will play a crucial role in his eventual healing - whether from literal or metaphorical corruption.

#flame-cat #steven universe #su theory #steven #su spoilers #this is a queued post! i am flying to america to see my sweetheart rachel (angelicgarnet) and also study abroad a semester #see you all later!#the crystal gems #gif

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winnipegpatty · 3 years

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hi kids! i am excited to share with yall my fantasy hockey team for NtEhl (No Thoughts Empty Head League) a couple my other pals have done this, so i am here to share my thoughts behind my draft pick as well because i am just really happy and excited, and i would personally like to see @mathewtkachuk explain her reasoning past “Getting Mattdrai” lol

Okay, so first off, this is my disclaimer. I Want To Win. Period. I did not draft off vibes, until like the last two rounds when all the best players were gone.

Round 1: Carter Hart

Is he the best goalie ever? No, but I knew I wanted him, and I knew the flyers were literally going to be flying off the draft list (Nolan went 2nd overall yall okay, and so I knew I had to get him now if I wanted him) (Also Mitch Marner went first over all which was a bold move).

Round 2: Auston Matthews

Every time i mock drafted, I drafted this dude first, but I knew (and was right) that he would last through the first round because of his, uh, Baggage, shall we put it? Not to be controversial on main (lol) but i love him, and like i said, I Want To Win, so yeah.

Round 3: Connor McDavid

I think I drafted this gem at like???? 30????? Connor McDavid would have a riot if he knew he went 30th over all (Travis Konecny went 14th, so I am thriving off this knowledge, and yall have no idea how pissed I am that I didn’t get TK OR Provy, like i knew there was no chance for nolpats, but still)

Round 4: Victor Hedman

Uh, yeah so we finally got around to a DMan, lol, and did I get the best defensemen in the nhl? yes, yes i did, and no i won’t be taking comments.

Round 5: Connor Hellebuyck

Listen, ideally I wanted to rule the world with a tandem of Carter Hart and Andrei Vasilevskiy, but alas he went right after I picked Connor McDavid, so I lost my shot. However, will I take a fucking vezina winner? Uh, yeah, yeah I will.

Round 6: Mikhail Sergachev

Am I, at this point, just drafting Tampa’s entire roster? Mayhaps. But I love him, and I love tampa, and like, tampa can win so, heres to hoping these boys get me points.

Round 7: Brayden Point

lol, like, i am done, tampa is incredibly underrated by tumblr folks so, i was able to get a lot of real great players in the late rounds still.

Round 8: John Tavares

yeah, that’s right, i got a fucking first over all pick in ROUND FUCKING EIGHT LOL. I’m not necessarily a fan of this dude, but i can in fact recognize that he is a good player, and will hopefully get me points.

Round 9: Jake Muzzin

This was about the point where i said “shit i have 2 defensemen and like almost all the defensemen are gone”. however, I love jake muzzin, and hopefully he stays healthy and will play well this season!

Round 10: Roope Hintz

This is the moment we have no slipped into “pure vibes” bc, while i love roope, my attraction to him being on my team, is purely the vibes, and you will find a pattern soon.

Round 11: William Karlsson

Honestly, not the William, or the Swede I would want, but uh, Nylander was a hot commodity surprisingly. But yes, here i am laid bare of my love for Scandinavian blondes. :/

Round 12: Dominick Kubalik

In which I was like “wait shit this kid is actually good, I’ll take him!” A late round, exciting add for me.

Round 13: Ryan Ellis

In which i was for real like “shit, defense is important what is happening”

Round 14: Nikolaj Ehlers

I’ll be honest, i know nothing of this man and only even have name recognition because of @nikolajehlers however, he had great stats so i was excited to add him to my roster so late in the game!

Round 15: Steven Stamkos

because yeah, steven stamkos was still around in round 15 and i finally said “to hell with it why the fuck not” i was nervous about him being out due to injury again, however this late in the game there wasn’t a ton to work with, and realistically he was the best add I could have asked for in round 15.

Round 16: Jake Oettinger

This is my biggest risk because otter may not even play, and he may suck. but with ben bishop being injured i am banking on this kid playing and getting his first real nhl debut games this season. and hopefully he wont leave me high and dry haha. he obviously looked good the few times he was put in for the playoffs, so hopefully the stars have confidence in him to play him occasionally if not frequently. I may end up having to trade him or something, who knows.

So anyway, this is my team. I do indeed have FOUR first overall picks, a second overall pick, two ninth overall pick, an eleventh overall pick, and a 26th overall pick. So while, my team isn’t technically ALL first round picks, i did name my team (bc im lazy and not creative) “first rounders only” so here we are, and I am ready to fight to the death, aka Win.

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kyber-kisses · 4 years

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Torrential (Part 1/3)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: When a summer thunderstorm hits Lebanon, a series of events unravels that leaves Dean surprised. As the storm rages on, it gives him a lot to think about.

A/n: the SPN taglist is still open! I hope yall enjoy this little series, and please tell me what you thought! (Gif credit goes to owner.)

Dean had lost track of how many hours he had been driving. If he was being completely honest, he began to lose track around hour three, which was right about the time you cranked up the volume on the music and began humming along. Though his eyes mainly stayed fixed on the road ahead, he would occasionally glance over at you, smiling at how content you looked.

Sam had stayed back for once at the bunker, leaving You and Dean to take care of the Vamp nest in Indiana. Of course, it was no problem to you. You quite liked spending time with Dean. He was funny and kind, and a breath of fresh air in a world gone almost completely sour. You were glad to call the Winchesters your friends, your family.

When the impala crossed over the Kansas border, wheels finally in the home stretch towards the bunker, that’s when the rain started, your gasp of excitement almost making Dean jump. As the miles ticked down, the rain only worsened, but for some reason your smile grew.

Through the hypnotic sound of the windshield wipers and the pelting rain, you leaned forward in your seat, letting out a content sigh, “ When was the last time it rained this hard?”

Dean drummed his fingers across the wheel, turning down the dirt road towards the bunker, “I’m not sure. Usually when it does rain, we can’t even hear it in the bunker. Why you askin?”

“I don’t know. I was just voicing my inner thoughts.” You shrugged.

As the impala came to a slow stop outside the bunker, Dean let out a groan. He was undoubtedly going to have to wash Baby again once the storm blew past. The dirt road up to the bunker was anything but smooth, and when it mixed with rain, the bottom half of the vehicle always ended up caked in mud.

“Oh, don’t be such a grump. I’ll help you wash the impala when the sun comes out.” You smiled, clearly understanding the reason behind his groan.

“But- but I just washed her.” Dean whined, head falling back in defeat as he shut off the car.

“Well that’s all on you, my guy.” You chuckled, suddenly throwing open the passenger side door and stepping out into the curtain of water. Dean watched with slight amusement and raised eyebrows as you slammed the door shut, but instead of covering yourself and running towards the dry sanctuary of the bunker, you stayed put, tilting your head skywards with a massive smile, eyes fluttering shut.

Ever since you were little, something about rain had always seemed magical to you. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, but each time you stepped out into it, it felt cleansing.

This was a summer rain too. It was warm and cool at the same time and made all the colors around you bolder. The trees looked more lush and green, and the air smelled like fresh earth and wet cement. Almost as if the water itself was reviving a healthy glow that you had long been waiting to return. The air felt fuller, and so did you as you took a deep inhale.

There was a distant mechanical whir as Dean rolled down the window, leaning over the seat “Y/N , what the hell are you doing?” His voice laced with amusement as he watched you.

You could feel the water collecting on your lashes and running down your face in small rivulets as you blinked, smile widening as you whipped around to look at him. He looked utterly confused by your action.

“What does it look like?”

Your had become completely soaked at this point, wet palms moving to thoroughly push back the strands sticking to your face, slicking them back with the rest of your hair.

“It looks like you’ve gone completely nuts.” He lightly chuckled, shaking his head. But as he watched you, he felt his heartbeat pick up, the rest of his words becoming lost as he watched you.

God, you looked beautiful, ethereal. Like you had stepped out of a feature film, your rain splashed face bright with a happiness he hadn’t seen in a very long time, lips shiny and looking like they were begging to be kis—

Dean quickly shook his head, trying to rid himself of the sudden thoughts. No. No. He couldn’t think of you like that. You were friends that was all. Yes, he only thought of you as a friend. Nothing else. purely. platonic. friends.

Sliding out of his own seat and into the warm downpour, he sucked in a breath, rounding the vehicle so he could open the trunk.

“Hey, do you need help unloading?” You suddenly called, already on route to him despite him having yet to respond.

Flipping open the trunk, Dean shook his head again, “Nah, it’s fine. I got it.”

“Nonsense, let me help.” You smiled, leaning over to grab at one of the duffel straps, slinging it over your shoulder.

Dean couldn’t help the soft smile on his face as he looked over at you, slamming the trunk closed and locking it, “I told you, it was fine.”

“I know, but I like helping. So deal with it.” You grinned, shifting to walk around the older Winchester.

That’s when things suddenly took a turn. You should have been paying more attention to the mud, because you took one slight misstep, and you slid, your feet practically shooting out from under you as you began a quick decent toward the ground. Your free hand quickly shot out, trying to grab on to the first thing it could find for stability.

“Oh Fuck!”

Unfortunately that happened to be the sleeve of Deans jacket, and before you could do anything about it, you were pulling him down with you, the two of you letting out a series of yells and curse words before hitting the earth with a couple loud groans.

And no, there was no oops I fell on top of you and now we are in a very awkward situation sort of ordeal. That did not happen. There was just a lot of mud and harsh landings. Nothing romantic about it.

“Smooth, Y/N . Real smooth.” Dean groaned, surrendering to the downpour as he lay on his back besides you. The small droplets kissing his face as he took in a breath.

“Dean, I am so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to.” sucking in a breath, you paused, suddenly seeing the situation you had gotten yourself into.

And then you laughed. You didn’t mean to once again, but it just bubbled out. The whole situation was hilarious and within a matter of seconds, your whole body was shaking with laughter, tears mixing with the rain water running down your face. It only got better when Dean turned his head to shoot you a glare. But it didn’t last long because a smile slowly worked across his features, and then his own laughter escaped him, making you laugh harder.

“I really- I really am sorry!” You wheezed, attempting to push yourself into a sitting position. Palms lightly slipping on the mud beneath you.

“It’s fine. I should have seen it coming. I swear sometimes it’s like you have two left feet.” He mocked, slowly sitting up next to you and turning his head.

His smile never fading as he took you in. Your clothes were now caked in mud, as was some of your hair. your face also smeared with wet earth. But it didn't seem to bother you. You were still beaming. Eyes still bright, and laughing so hard that you held a smile that out shined the sun.

God, you were beautiful.

“I mean, your not wrong.” You laughed, pulling Dean back out of his thoughts. For a split second he thought you had read his mind, but then he remembered what he had said, letting out a slight sigh or relief.

“Yeah, you kinda look like a drunk giraffe sometimes.” He teased, hoping it would help mask the sudden reddening in his cheeks. Your mouth dropped open in mock disapproval, fresh rivulets of rain water dripping from your open lips.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that, Winchester.” You smile turning into a menacing grin as you raised your hand.

“Y/N, Y/N don’t you dare-“ Dean warned, eyes widening as he tried to scoot away, but his retreat ultimately failed when you slowly pressed a muddy hand to his face, smearing dirt over his features. He couldn't help but suck in a breath.

You look so happy, and Dean almost believes its a dream. The rain continues to fall, conjuring sweet patterns on your skin as it begins to wash away the mud, and god he just wants to lean over and kiss you. Taste the rain on your lips and silence your laughter. How could a simple thing from nature make you look so beautiful?

“Dean?”

“Hmm?” He cant find proper words, not when your rendering him speechless like this.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, we should probably head inside.” Giving him one more smile, you brought yourself to your feet, extending a hand to help him up from the wet earth. Even with wet, muddy palms, he can feel the softness of your hand, gripping him and pulling him upwards, and he doesn’t want to let go.

And then Dean’s mentally slapping himself. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. He doesn’t want to taint his friendship with you . . . But your making it damn near impossible with your contagious laugh and bright smile.

“Yeah, yeah. That would probably be a good idea.” He nodded, picking up the duffel he had dropped and following you down the steps towards the bunker door.

*. *. *. *. *.

An hour later, Dean finds himself absentmindedly pacing the library, hair still damp from the shower he took to get the mud off. You're undoubtedly tucked away in your room, curled up with a good book or listening to music, getting some much needed rest.

“Okay, dude. What is going on with you?” Sam sighed, pushing his laptop closed and giving his brother his full attention. He had been watching Dean practically wear tracks into the wood floor from his pacing over the last ten minutes, and it was beginning to drive him up the walls.

Dean paused, startled by the sudden voice as he looked up, brushing his hands through his hair, “What? Nothings going on. I’m fine. Totally, and completely fine. “ he breathed.

“Yeah, sure. Wanna try that again?”

“I told you, Sam. I’m fine!”

“You’re thinking about Y/N aren’t you?” Sam mused, leaning forward on his elbows with a raised eyebrow.

“Why- why would I be thinking about Y/N? I’m not think about Y/N. That’s . . . That’s crazy talk!” He huffed, trying hard to deny it.

“Wow, you are a terrible liar. I literally saw you walk down those steps an hour ago, watching her like she just hung the stars themselves. Admit it. You like her.”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

“I . . . I don’t!”

“Try again, Dean.” Sam sighed, making the older brother wince.

“I mean, she’s pretty and sweet and she has great values and a contagious laugh, but that doesn’t mean I like her!” He breathed, shrugging it off like it was nothing all while trying to ignore the amused look on his brothers face, his eyebrow still raised. And then he paused, his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped, “I swear to god, if I’m in love I’m gonna eat myself.”

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akvtsuki-ari · 4 years

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Saccharine

Warnings: smut! fingering, crying, penetration/creampie, unprotected sex

Length: 4k

Authors note: i truly do not have words or explanation for this fic lol its loosely based off of real life events and this tweet. also the 90′s RnB song is So Into You by Tamia. either way hope yall enjoy!

Summary: Luke think you’re the cutest person in the world and it makes him wanna fuck the shit out of you.

Luke Alvez is an asshole.

Don’t let his charming smile and puppy-dog existence fool you. He’s an asshole, a complete dick and his entire persona demands to be fought.

Why?

It’s a bit of a hefty explanation but for the last maybe week or so, Luke Alvez has managed to figure out the fact that you’re actually kinda easy to embarrass. He wouldn’t really peg you for the type since you work together and in the field - well, you’re someone who always stands your ground. No matter the unsub, the stakes, the risks - you stood tall against everything and it was hard to shake your existence.

It was actually rather admirable to Luke. It was what attracted him to you in the first place, because despite all that you were always watching over everyone, always showing him genuine thought and care when a case was hard on him and giving him solid advice. Luke liked you for a lot of reasons, but your unwavering sense of reliability was a huge, towering factor and he can’t say that part of you had changed that much. You were so dependable and steady - when the two of you started dating, and he saw such a different side of you - he could feel his heart collapse.

It was so goddamn cute. It borderline frustrated him how cute you were being and you had no idea. Luke’s a gentleman by nature, he figures. It was how he was raised, always wanting to respect women and be chivalrous, but it was clear early on that that wasn’t something you were all that used to. When he asked you about it, you clarified.

“I mean, I’ve been in relationships before and it’s nice when guys do it for me, but you’re different,’ you explain carefully, blushing painted on your cheeks.

“Different?,” his voice laced with genuine, bright-eyed curiousity.

“It makes me feel really happy when you do it, if that makes sense. Like I’m special, and you’re not doing it just because that's just what guys are supposed to do. I like that you’re just nice,” you sat slowly. Luke couldn’t help the grin on his face and you flush, covering your face with your hands.

“That sounds stupid, I’m sorry,” you say, groaning at your own existence. Luke watches the way your hair falls over your hands and can’t help the way his heart soars through his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you tight, picking you up and spinning you around. You let out a fit of giggles and Luke struggles not to do anything more.

He couldn’t get over how fucking adorable it was. You’d been dating for nearly a year and it never changed about you - your genuine suprise at his romance and affection for you made his heart absolutely scream. If someone mentioned you, he’d smile till his face hurt and every time you did anything unintentionally adorable it left Lukes mind racing. It was different things that got him every time. When you first started dating and you cooked him a bunch of healthy meals to make sure he ate well while you were visiting home. You falling asleep with Roxy in his bed, or leaving a bunch of sweet-smelling shower products over at his house. Nothing was ever a big deal to you, you just did what you did because you were you and Luke was so wholly in love with it.

One time, in particular, stands out to him. It was 2am and Luke was coming home from some paperwork - you ended up leaving early cause you’re a lot better on that stuff than he is. When he comes he finds his dim lights turned on, you dancing to 90’s RnB in the kitchen while making breakfast. You were wearing his tshirts, Roxy playfully running around your feet as you did. You were completely in the moment, too concerned with the music to notice him so close by.

“I really like what you’ve done to me, I can’t really explain it, I am so into you ~ ,” your voice is soft and sweet as you sing the melody, flipping pancakes and being in your element. Luke was in love, so damn deep in it. He came up behind you to give you a tight hug and you yelp a little before you relax.

But that was then, and this was now. Closing in on a year, and Luke just couldn’t really help himself but to tease you and elicit that adorable reaction at absolutely any chance he had. Every time he saw you, he just needed to get that teeny adorable reaction out of you.

But - it was masochistic because Luke knew that he wanted something more, wanted to frustrate you more out of something a lot less wholesome than careful affection. He knew that the teasing had much greater stakes in his favor that would result in a shower and 15 minutes with his hands wrapped around his dick trying to get the image of you falling apart for him out of his mind.

It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t had sex before - you did and it was fantastic. You were attentive, and good in bed. He didn’t have any problems with your sex life for the most part but -

It’s genuinely hard to explain. He just wants to touch you and be the only person to make you feel how he can make you feel. Maybe it was kinda selfish but it was growing on him day to day and teasing you relentlessly was his only outlet.

You were easily embarrassed just as you were easily frustrated. Luke's teasing was only growing and while you know it was never meant to be mean, it was starting to make you frustrated. You weren’t genuinely angry or anything, but it was goddamn frustrating to be easily embarrassed especially randomly during the work-day and you were going to put your foot down damn it.

It was the end of a case, and everyone was packing up to get back onto the jet. Luke saw you struggling to reach something on a top shelf close - it looked like your coffee mug. You assume Spencer had put it up while cleaning and now you were here, feeling your shirt ride up as you stretched yourself up trying to get that damned mug.

Luke saw you and laughed, and with great purpose takes his hand around your waist and pulls you down. You huff, then blush and look away as you feel his chest pressed against your back - picking the mug up with ease.

“Damn it, Luke,” you sigh frustrated. He looks at you as you turn to him and smiles charmingly,

“What's with you lately? Huh? You’re so mean to me,” you pout, not angry but frustrated. Luke sense your genuine upset and pouts back.

“Aww what?,” he respond

“What’re you being so mean for huh? It seems like you have something you’re hiding,” you joke. But Luke's expression changes and you falter - watching the way he swallows and looks at you, eyes dark.

“Hey,” you say, pressing your hand against his cheek. His eyes flutter to you, mind suddenly swimming with something as dangerous as thought and fantasies and he doesn’t seem to be able to breathe.

“Sorry, we can talk at home,” the words escape him faster than he can stop them and you smile, getting on your tip-toes to give him a kiss and patting his chest adoringly. Luke smiles and watches you head out, following in suit.

The plane ride and drive home were normal. Idle chatter and soft touches as usual. Luke ended up falling asleep in your arms on the plane and the team took a rather cute picture of you running your fingers through his hair.

But now the two of you were alone, in your shared apartment. You were half undressed wearing a dress shirt and no pants, and Luke was changed into a t-shirt and sweats. You pour yourself some white wine and pour Luke some scotch before handing him a glass. You sit next to him on the couch, knees pulled up underneath you as you sit, wine glass in hand.

“What’d you wanna talk about?,” you ask, taking a sip. Luke does the same and sighs, swishing the alcohol in his glass.

“Ah, it’s nothing important babe,” he says mildly. You look at him suspiciously, earning him a laugh. You stretch your legs to be on his lap and he puts a hand on your outer thigh, rubbing circles into it. You felt yourself flush and Luke smiles, laughing quietly.

“From the way you looked earlier, it was definitely something. Whatever it is, I won’t judge you - just wanna make sure everything is okay, you know?,” your tone is warm and gentle. Luke can’t help but sigh, ready to succumb to your affection much quicker than he wanted to admit, you smile at him genuinely and it makes his heart twitch.

“It’s honestly just too embarrassing,” he laughs. You frown at him and readjust. He’s joking but there's some honesty in there too. You sigh.

“Try me,”

You’re looking at him intently and it makes Luke nervous. He coughs a little bit, suddenly noticing how cute you look like this and he shakes his head.

“You wanted to know why I was teasing you so much, right?,” he asks. You nod.

“Well, honestly - I can’t really help myself. It’s the little things you do, you make me feel like a teenager in high school,” his laugh is bright, yet fond. You scrunch your face up and blush and Luke looks to you.

“See what I mean? You’re adorable, really,” he makes a point out of your reaction but you just shake your head in embarrassment. He smiles, leaning over to press a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re annoying with how cute you are, man. It gets a little in my head you know?” he tries to say the thing, without saying the thing. It makes you realize what this could be about but you try and dismiss the thought quickly.

Curiosity killed the cat though, and you were the cat it seems.

“You couldn’t mean... that, could you?,” you say slowly. You look at Luke and he gives you a sheepish smile. You hit his shoulder, only to hide your face in it seconds afterward. He can’t say he doesn’t get it, he can see how you might be embarrassed about your adorable antics turning him on.

“That’s embarrassing,” you whine out. Luke laughs heartily, and rubs your back as you cling onto him, shy as ever. He ignores the way his dick twitches when you do.

“But wait,” you pull back from his side, and look up at him curiously. He was seriously going to die.

“I mean it’s embarrassing but if you just want to have sex than that’s nothing to be embarrassed about, so it’s something else isn’t it. What is it?,” you repeat the question to him softly as you pull closer to him. You look at him, exploring his features, noticing his lips, and the scruff of his beard, and his eyebrows. You’re not really looking for anything in particular, rather you’re just looking at him because you like to. You stare at his lips for a while because you think they’re pretty, and Luke can’t really hold back when you do.

He leans when he kisses you, his grip around your thighs just a little bit tighter. The kiss is slow, mouth subtly giving Luke more room. You can feel the way his tongue nips at yours, pulling back from soft pecks that slowly turn to something more than just a kiss. You whine when he kisses you like that, the way he pulls off soft and slow just to look at you. You feel inebriated when he pulls back, unsure of a time he’s kissed you in such a way. Your face must’ve been one of shock, because when you pull back, Luke chuckles. He can’t help himself.

“Sorry,” he apologizes but he doesn’t mean it. You take the scotch out of his hand and set it next to your wine glass before you throw your legs on the other side of his and straddle him. You look to him, face hot and thighs just itching to tighten against one another but you hold out.

He takes you in when you sit on his lap like that. His hand aimlessly grazing your waist as you put your hands on top of his, as if to let him know you were attuned to his action. You always did so, even if it was momentarily. Your face was red at the way he touched, looked at you, - adored you really. His eyes were fixated on the spot between your legs, hands dangerously close to your backside. You cover your eyes with your sleeve when he does, and he smiles. He kisses your collarbones, teeth grazing the spot of skin slightly as ever and you whimper. A groan escapes Luke's throat and your eyes shoot open to look at him

You expect to see something that resembles that cheesy, shy smile that he normally has but you don’t. Instead, you’re greeted with eyes glazed over in lust and depravity. Unexpected is the understatement of the year and you fold under the weight of it. The way he’s so still in watching you, taking you in - it gives you a sense of how long this must’ve been taking place in his head. You look into his eyes for a second and you can see the way his teeth grit and that makes you pout. He just closes his eyes when you do.

“You make me crazy, my love,” he laughs. His voice is dark. The tension between you two is tangible and you, unsure of what to say, smile.

“Sorry,” you say softly. Your fiddle with your hands in your lap, and Luke is at his limit. He moves your hands behind your back, and leans into you. You’re startled but turned on as he whispers to you.

“Let me show you what it is, yeah?,” Luke's voice has a grip on you that you can’t get rid of. You nod, chewing the inside of your lip and Luke takes a deep breath, taking you in as he lets go of your hands.

“Take your shirt off for me, okay?,” he asks, voice hoarse. You nod, unbuttoning the top three buttons and revealing tight lace. It was comfortable and expensive and Luke couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Your shirt falls to the floor and Luke doesn’t have patience at this rate so he unclasps your bra too, pretty as it is, letting you slide it off and watching fall to the floor.

For a second, Luke just looks at you. He notices the curve of your breasts, and how gorgeous they are - how the sheen of sweat and flushed heat makes appearances all over your body and how your thighs seem to squish you sit down on him. He can feel how wet you are through the layer of his sweats and he really can’t seem to do anything but focus. His expression is enough for you to feel the heartbeat in your clit and you whimper.

Luke's groans and goes into action - recklessly latching his mouth to your neck as his hands explore every part of your body. You moan again, high and whiny - just trying to make sense of the feeling of Luke. He manages to be everywhere all at once, overwhelming all your senses without having to touch you too much at all. His hands explore your skin, rough and calloused serves contrast to yours, soft and supple. His hands grips at your thighs as his mouth works his way down to your nipples, mouth latching onto one as his settle on your hips. He presses you down lightly, and without much consideration you rock yourself against his erection, pressing up against you. You whine - the friction leaving your existence incessantly sensitive.

Luke is busied by you, his tongue left to flick against your nipples as he goes between brushing them back and forth and sucking them. His hands are focused on getting you to press yourself against him, and his head is insistent on listening to every little whimper that manages to leave your mouth as he does so. You can feel all the spots on your chest covered in hickies - fingertip bruises just above your thighs.

“Luke,” the whine leaves you unintentionally, your words too out of focus for you to repeat. You’re too focused on the way you need to be touched or fucked or anything, to say anything sensical. You don’t have to speak though, Luke already knows what you need, his hand is immediately at your panties.

His fingers were careful, two pressed up against your clit - at first, simply brushing against them, eliciting multiple unwavered sighs and whimpers. He speeds his pace up just a little, and you grip onto his shoulder in anticipation, pressing your forehead to his as you take in the feeling of pleasure.

“It feels so nice,” your voice is carried out and distant, jaw just slightly slack. Eyes fluttering as they looked forward to see Luke, who was carefully watching his own hands work you

“You’re so wet, fuck,” his voice is hoarse. You nod, chewing your lip.

“Cause of you,” your voice is worn out and Luke swears he can see god, she’s right there in front of him bringing his whole being closer to heaven.

“Say that again, please,” he’d beg on his hands and knees to hear that again. Enticing because he knows what you mean.

He looks up at you, foreheads still touching as you make eye contact with him - your expression painfully far away. You shut them once he hits that speed you like,

“You’re the only person who can get me this wet,” and that's all it takes. Luke's hands go just a little further down, finding your entrance. He runs his fingers across your slit and is greeted with slickness he can’t help but be pleased by.

One finger first - it goes in ridiculously easily. You can feel it in you but it’s still not enough, you urge Luke with a tug to his shirt and he doesn’t hesitate to push his ring finger inside of you. Before he does anything else, he angles his palm to push against your clit and his fingers to be just a little bit deeper inside you. He curls his fingers tightly, pushing directly against your g-spot.

The noise you let out is too beautiful for him to comprehend. It was loud and wanton and desperate. It was high-pitched and whiny, and soft and so fucking cute. He couldn’t describe how it got to him even if he tried and he let out a groan from deep in his chest.

You pull away from him to look at him and he looks back at you. You can feel his fingers curl inside of you so many times over you lost count, the palm of his hand lazily pressing up against your clit. He looked into you, eyes never leaving yours as his fingers worked otherworldly magic in you.

It felt so fucking good. Bursts and waves of pleasure hitting you at maximum speed, over and over and over, as if today was your last day on earth. Your skin was so hot it could burn someone to touch, and your stomach was tight as you held yourself over Luke, earth-shattering orgasms hitting you wave after wave like it was nothing. Your voice was coarse, screams of Luke's name ripping through you as you try to steady yourself from the unseemly tidal waves of pleasure you happened to be experiencing. Your thighs and core ached from all the tensity, hair sticking to your forehead, all your weight leaning on Lukes. He was breathing so heavy, egging you on softly with praises about how cute you looked like this. Ruined like this just for him.

Before you can explain, tears form in the corners of your eyes as you look at Luke. He slows down but you shake your head in protest as hot tears spill down your cheeks. Your makeup, already smudged, is ruined but you smile at him.

“Please don’t stop, I’m okay, it just,” your voice catches in your throat as Luke speeds up again - clearly inclined by your urgency, your fingers wrapped around his wrist. You look into his eyes searching for how to explain yourself but

“It feels so fucking good, so please keep going,” your voice is exasperated. You plead with him like he wouldn’t give you exactly what you wanted and then some. He doesn’t know what to say so he just grins, kissing tears off of your face.

He knows he should break you off soon, so in one last act of vigor - he curls his fingers inside of you again and rubs his palm against your clit. His speed isn’t faster as much as it is more consistent, slowly picking the pace up as he draws you in closer one more time. He leans his mouth next to your ear, nipping at your neck and jaw before he guides you through your last orgasm.

“You have me so in my head, baby. Look at you like this, how fucking wet you are for me - I don’t want anybody fucking else to see how cute you are like this,” his words are aggressive but they meaning they carry is loving. Right now all it does is edge you into your orgasm further and your brain is entirely fried. You just nod, mindless, breathless, speechless - simply unable to exist at all as for one last time Luke Alvez makes you cum until you see stars, like the asshole he is.

You’re still crying when you come down from your high. Luke slips his fingers in your mouth and you clean them off for him obediently before he kisses you. Your eyes are filled to the brim with loving tears and your orgasm was so intense you don’t know what to do. You tell Luke to take off his shirt and he does, laughing. You koala wrap yourself around him and settle into him, so happily exhausted.

“Baby,” he laughs. You lean back to look at him and furrow your brows.

“Did you cum yet?,” you say. Luke laughs sheepishly and shakes his head no.

“Uh, no - I was just gonna take care of it later -,” Luke gets cut off by the feeling of your hands around his waistband, pulling his pants down. He sucks in a breath between his teeth and looks at you.

“I know you’re tired Y/N, it’s,” he’s cut off again by you, this time you sloppily place your lips on him as you line his dick up with your entrance. You sink down on him easily and the gasp the leaves his throat makes you giggle. You grind on him for a second, before bouncing up and down on him. You knew he wouldn’t last too long at this rate, and you wanted to get him off.

“You can cum inside, ‘m on the pill after all,” you say softly. Luke is letting out strings of swear words, as he works his hips up to meet your pace, pounding into you. Luke stretched you out nicely. Normally you two still use a condom for the purposes of safety but you really wanted to feel him inside you.

You work your teeth along Luke's neck leaving some moderate hickies before he holds your hips up and pounds into you one last time - cumming inside you, your name escaping him like a prayer.

“God fucking damn, Y/N,” he can't help his shock as he pulls out, and you just giggle. You wrap your arms around him carefully and hug him koala style once more. He places kisses all over your shoulders, holding you to him and listening to your breathing. The two of you lie there in soft warmth, trying to slow down and relax from your high.

“You pull back to Luke and look at him so fondly he could melt and he smiles at you.

“Luke, don’t date anyone else ever,” you say straight-faced. He can’t help the loud laugh that slips and looks at you adoringly. He kisses you sweetly.

“Never princess. You either, okay?,” he says. You nod, placing kisses all over his bearded face loving, hugging him close.

“Mhm, okay,”

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