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imaginethathaikyuu · 3 years

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How did I find your blog? I was looking for soft Kuroo content on google. And your soft birthday hc’s for him came up. And that’s also how I found tumblr

What was the first story of yours that I read? That Kuroo piece ^

Roughly, how long have I been following this blog? Well I found that piece shortly after it was posted so…. Around the beginning of December 2019 I think. Got a tumblr a few months later and you were the first person I followed (had you in my bookmarks bar before that! (still have you in my bookmarks bar and when I share my screen in classes there are occasionally questions. I ignore them))

What’s something I’ve noticed about you personality wise? You’re really clever and funny. But you’re also sweet. But because you’re clever you have no hesitation in setting up and enforcing your boundaries, and I really admire that strength and confidence.

Have we ever interacted, either by PM, ask, or in the comments? What was my perception of you? YES!!! PM, SOOOOO many asks, comments, and you sent me an ask. And reblogged it. And I cried. A lot. My perception: you’re lovely and I want to h*ld your h*nd ….please.

What’s my favorite story of yours? Oh how to choose. Firstly, I’m a nb, biracial, bisexual. Honey, I’ve never made a choice in my life. But let’s try here. Anything you’ve written for Tsukki. Literally all of it is gold. Fight me. I was going to write “especially [piece title]” but I LITERALLY CANNOT CHOOSE ONE. Your Bokuto nightmare piece. Your Kuroo angsty fight. Your Tendou dealing with S/O with parents who yell piece. Your Kinktobers. Your Futakuchi and Mattsun pieces. And your Terushima pieces. Ugh. I CANNOT CHOOSE. OH AND YOUR STREAMER KENMA!!!!!! OKay just… all of it. I can’t choose. I tried, and I failed, and I’m willing to admit failure.

What’s a story I’d love to see you write? I don’t want to say this… because it hurts me… but I just KNOW you’d write brilliant angst. Some of my fav pieces of yours are pained beginnings with happy endings. That fight with Tsukki after a bad day at work. The pieces I mentioned above (nightmare pieces and fighting pieces and angsty home life ha.. ha.ha.ha.). That Oikawa one where the reader wakes up in bed without him and thinks he left. You write these gorgeous atmospheres and descriptive, visceral feelings, and if you chose to use it for evil…. You could get evil shit done. You’re SO powerful. So I want to read it… but also…. I don’t. I’d love to see you write ABO like you mentioned a while back or just see you explore a cutesy soulmate AU or something. I think you’d be really good at writing an AU where you hear what the other person’s listening too. I feel like you’d be so good at making me feel something for someone who was in another city. (think this would be cute with Tsukki cos he’s headphones boy, OR terushima because I like the dynamic of someone flirty, who clearly cares about looks, falling for someone he can’t see) ANYWAY….

Favorite pairing you write for?/fav reader insert? Tsukishima x reader. It’s my fav self-ship. (but also Mattsun, Bokuto, Oikawa, Tanaka, and Akaashi because you write them SO WELL!!!!)

Have any of your stories helped me through a hard time? Of course. Your self-harm piece came at a time I needed it. Iwaizumi’s in particular saved my life. But also your Tendou dealing with S/O parents who fight… came right when I needed it. Also starting college… was hard.. And reading and rereading your fluff really pulled me through it.

Have any of your stories hit closer to home? YES (see above).

Do I genuinely like your blog, it’s aesthetic or posts? It’s overall feel? It’s content? Yes. The aesthetic is, ngl, a wee bit basic. But I kinda love that. And the feel? It feels like home. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Your blog is my safe space. So, yes, I love. It’s content? YES. OF COURSE. Your personality probably could have kept me here even if your content was kinda shit, but I follow you RELIGIOUSLY because of your content. So yes. I adore.

Is English my first language? Kinda??? I grew up in a trilingual household so I kinda learned three languages at the same time while growing up. But no, I don’t need to translate it in my head. Because English was one of the three.

Anything I want to share? Yes. Please keep being kind to yourself, caring for your mental health, enforcing your boundaries, loving Akaashi, and just generally being you. You’re so lovely as you are, and I hope you continue grow, but never change. Also I’m sorry about all your work stuff…. It literally makes me feel sick. And I hope you find a job where that’s not tolerated, or that your work finds a better way of protecting it’s employees. I know you know this, but none of it is your fault. I just hope things improve. AND I love you… a lot. And I’m so proud of you hitting 9K and you deserve so many more followers because your pieces are just... GORGEOUS. I can’t wait until I’m at Barnes and Noble in a few years and I can pick up a hardback copy of your debut novel. I’m so excited to say “I knew Em Akaashi (which is your legal name as far as I’m concerned) before she was so popular among the masses.”

so ive been trying to figure out the correct and worthy way to reply to this ask since the moment i got it......because its so fucking sweet and kind and amazing and pure and perfect and i just dont know how to use WORDS to explain the way it makes me feel so.......i will just reply in bullet points in regards to every question u answered to make it a lil easier :D

- the fact that u found my blog on google ....... like this may be odd and a very specific thing but before i made this blog i always hoped that 1 day my fanfic would pop up in google searches bc thats ALWAYS how i found fics when i was reading them religiously and i felt so much ENVY!!!!! LIKE I WANTED TO BE THERE I WANTED MY FICS TO B POPULAR ENOUGH TO POP UP ON GOOGLE.....that may sound very selfish but its true......so thats just very cool to me... :]

- u’ve been here for so long omg 🥺🥺🥺🥺 if anyone in ur classes ever asks jus promo my blog like its nbd

- thats so sweet what 🥺🥺🥺 i try my best to advocate for myself and be confident for myself.....ive spent far too much of my time being silently uncomfortable because i was afraid of pushing someone’s buttons seeming rude.....but NO MORE!!!! i know what upsets me, i know my triggers, i know what i dislike experiencing, and im never gonna let myself be anxious or uncomfortable for someone else’s sake, esp if theyre being rude 2 me. i would say its less strength and confidence and moreso me attempting to take control of my anxiety in the places i can (aka on the Internet) bc i am SICK OF ANXIETY ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- BBY no dont CRY!!!! im racking my brain trying to think of who u are i wanna know so bad so i can thank u personally for being the kindest person in the world n so i can send u more asks >:(........MY HAND IS URS TO HOLD!!!!! dont tell akaashi tho

- OMG my TSUKKI pieces.....hes so hard to write why ;-; thank u so much im so glad u enjoy my works<3333

- NOT ANGST NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!! pained beginnings to happy endings are my specialty.....IMAGINE me writing a sad ending like i CANT!!!!!!!!! ive only done it a few times and it is so Difficult.....YALL ARE SO LUCKY IM NOT EVIL!!!!!! ive had this idea for an angsty akaashi fic that i think about and write in my head every night before falling asleep and it Hurts and i wanna write it but i also can’t make myself :D ABO would be very fun but i genuinely do not know how to explore the concept while making it feel like it’s Written By Me.....u know what i mean? same with soulmate aus, i really dislike writing them because theyre just boring to me like they all feel the same everything’s been done for them.....which is FINE!!! but i write enough cliche stuff as it is HAHA, a long distance type soulmate au could be fun and interesting but ldr’s trigger me bc of a past relationship so </3 but hey maybe someone else could use the idea!!!!!

- gotta love tsukishima <3

- im rlly glad my writing could be there for you friend, one of the biggest reasons i write fanfic (and write the kind of fics i write) is bc i know firsthand how much reading sweet stories abt ur comfort characters can help u through the shittiest times - i just wanna offer ppl some support and happy feelings and love cuz sometimes fanfic is the only time we can find those things (and theres nothing shameful abt that either if anyone bullies u for reading fanfic i will fight them)

- I KNOW MY LAYOUT IS LAZY AND BASIC AS FUCK AND THAT IS BECAUSE I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT LMAOOOO so im glad u think its ok...... like i dont have the patience to create a fancy ass layout that actually works are u KIDDING ME??????? I COULD LITERALLY NEVER plus i kinda like that its just the basic kinda ugly boring default layout like it makes it simple and easy and i feel like it brings focus to the only thing on this blog that i care about which is my writing, i rlly only care about the content here and not aesthetics jdbljdabsdk that blue background will be there til i Die......i adore u more btw

- WHOA trilingual what the hell ur so cool tell me more

- you have my word, friend, that i will continue to do all of that so long as you do the same. take care of yourself, be kind to yourself - i know u can do it, ur so kind to others and u deserve to be kind to urself, too so this is the part that genuinely brought me to tears because *sappy dumb shit ahead* ok look ever since i can remember the one and only thing ive wanted to do with my life is become an author ...... dreams of book covers with my name written on them and words in pages written by me and fanart of my characters and going into my local bookstore n seeing my book there....these thoughts all haunt my fucking brain because i want it SO BAD!!!!!!!! so bad that it makes me CRY!!!!!!!! ive never wanted something more and just!!!!!!!!!!!! idk how much u meant that part but holy fuck!!!!!! i hope so bad that one day i can send u a free copy of my book as a thank u for being the person u are. u have all my love friend, every last bit of it <333333333

#ily<3 #long post

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ashtheshortstack · 5 years

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Garlic in the Cauldron - Ch 4

Garlic in the Cauldron

Adrien Agreste learned from a young age that witches were the enemies to vampires. He was taught to kill on sight, drink them dry, and never look back… however, meeting a witch named Marinette threw his entire world off balance.

Ch 4 - Witching Hour

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Marinette flew on her broom as quickly as she could. She had to get home before her parents went to her room. If they checked on her and she wasn’t there then her ass would be doomed. They’d keep her under close surveillance and that was the last thing she wanted.

To her relief, when she opened her trap door, it was clear her parents hadn’t been there yet. She climbed down the ladder, throwing on her pajamas. Maybe, she could get a little more sleep before they came to wake her. Marinette rested in her bed, snuggling into the covers.

Tikki hovered over her, making the witch glance up at the familiar. The creature looked extremely guilty.

She gave her a smile. “Tikki, it’s okay. Don’t feel bad.”

“I shouldn’t have let you sleep out there. I just… I fell asleep. I didn’t mean to. When Plagg woke me up, I was furious with myself.”

Marinette shook her head. “It’s okay. I promise.”

Her familiar eyed her. Her paws went together. “This isn’t about ‘research’ anymore, is it? You’re falling for him.”

Feeling the warm on her cheeks, she glanced away shyly. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

Tikki gave a sympathetic smile. “It’s okay.”

“R-Really? You aren’t mad at me?”

“It’s… dangerous.”

“I know. I know I’m so stupid for having feelings for him. I’m supposed to be responsible and protect my coven. And now I’m dumb enough to fall in love with a vampire,” she whined, covering her face in her hands.

Tikki shook her head. “Stop it. No need to beat yourself up over this.”

Marinette peaked up at her familiar between her fingers. “W-What? How could you be okay with this? You should be furious with me. I’ve let my guard down and put us all in danger.”

“Marinette, as much as I want you to fulfill your destiny… I love you so much more. You should follow your heart. If you care about him, then I support you. But there’s something you should know—”

“Marinette!”

She popped straight up when her best friend, Alya, shot open the trap door to her room. Marinette pretended to be groggy, forcing a fake yawn.

“A-Alya…? What are you doing here?” she asked quickly.

The red head crossed her arms, smirking. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I came over last night and you weren’t here. You’re lucky I covered for you.”

Marinette gaped. “I-I…”

“Where did you go?”

She shifted uncomfortably in the covers. Tikki gave her a warning glance. Marinette knew she had to keep this a secret from Alya. Nothing good would come of telling Alya that she was sneaking out to meet with a vampire that she just so happened to be falling in love with. Yeah. That sounded reasonable, she mused to herself.

Alya cocked a brow. “Uh oh, what’s that smile?”

“Nothing. I just went out flying. I needed time to think and clear my head.”

Alya didn’t seem to be buying her excuse. But instead of pressing her, she sighed. “C’mon, M. You’d tell me if you were sneaking out to meet up with a guy, right?”

No, she thought. Alya was nosey. She wouldn’t keep her mouth shut. If Alya knew she liked a guy, she’d demand to know everything about him. Even if Marinette left out the tiny detail of him being a vampire, her best friend would still find out somehow. The feelings she possessed right now were best left unsaid.

Marinette knew Alya just wanted what was best for her. Alya had Nino. And they were cute together. Madly in love, even. She knew that Alya wanted that for her too. To have that love with someone like she did. And Marinette was finding it on her own. Without help. Sure, maybe he wasn’t a warlock, but it didn’t mean that she couldn’t love him. Adrien wasn’t vicious or vindictive. Hell, when he had tried to act cocky and dickish when they first met, he was hardly convincing. He broke that character as soon as she met his gaze.

Adrien was warm… and loving. He just had so much affection to give. She didn’t know if vampires grew up in a loving household, or if it was just Adrien’s homelife that was rough and different. He had mentioned his father keeping him coped up at home. That must have not been normal.

Marinette jerked herself from her thoughts when she noticed Alya gazing expectantly at her.

“Of course, I would,” she lied smoothly.

Alya cocked a brow at her. “Are you sure?” Her eyes lit up suddenly. “Omigod! Was it Luka?”

“No!” Marinette said immediately, making Alya’s jaw snap shut.

Luka was a warlock in their coven. He was the elder brother of one of the girls in their training group, Juleka. Marinette admitted to having a small crush on him a few months ago. He was a sweet guy. They’d gone out to some of the festivals together a few times, but Marinette never felt that connection she wanted.

Hell, she even had trouble being around the guy now. Ever since she’d rejected him after he tried to kiss her, she had a hard time facing him. Marinette just had a feeling that Luka wasn’t supposed to be her first kiss. An instinct, maybe? She wasn’t sure. But she didn’t regret it now.

Marinette was confident her first kiss would be with Adrien at that point.

Alya cocked to the side, her hands going to her hips. “What’s so wrong with him? Didn’t you like him?”

“We just weren’t compatible, okay?”

“But he liked you!”

“Yes. He did.”

“He tried to kiss you!”

“Yes. I know, Alya. And I slapped my hand over his mouth and pushed him away. I’m sure that made him feel great!”

“You should give him another chance.”

“Alya, stop!”

Her mouth snapped shut. Alya’s eyes were wide as the two sat in a harsh silence. Marinette glowered at her from her bed. Again, she knew Alya meant well, but her methods were flawed. Marinette hated the pressure. They were eighteen. It was the prime time for witches to find their soulmates. Each witch had one. That one person they were destined to find and be with. It was hard dating within the coven. Everyone knew everyone’s business. It was rare that witches went through multiple relationships.

The fact that she and Luka dated a little and didn’t end up together was odd for their kind. But it didn’t feel right. Plus, Marinette’s destiny was always slapping her in the face. She didn’t really want to drag another into her fate.

With Adrien, it was different. He was a vampire. He wasn’t involved in the coven’s woes and prophecies. She knew she’d have to tell him eventually. But she wanted to wait a bit longer. She wanted them to get closer and act on her feelings before telling him the truth.

Before he had a chance to reject her…

Alya sighed. “Fine. But if you end up an old hag, then don’t blame me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

When she told Adrien about the dating traditions of witches, she may have left out a minor detail. While vampires may be given off to an arranged marriage, witches begin to rapidly age when they turn thirty if they haven’t met their soulmate. And… they’d also live the lifespan of an average human rather than the normal life expectancy of witches. Every magical being had their catch. Nothing could have the chance to be almost immortal without having a consequence.

Alya climbed up the ladder, sitting at Marinette’s feet. “I’m sorry. I know you have plenty of time to find your soulmate. I just can’t help but feel guilty.”

“Guilty?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I feel like I’m practically shoving it in your face all of the time that I found my soulmate at fourteen. It’s why I haven’t been hanging out with Nino as much with you around.”

Marinette gave Alya a small smile. “Al, don’t feel bad for that. I’m happy for you, truly.”

“You mean it?”

Reaching over, she took Alya’s hand. “Yes. Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind seeing you happy, Alya. And I’ll find someone. It’s okay.”

Her best friend beamed. “Yes! Yes, you will, Marinette!”

“But,” Marinette cut in. “Remember, I have other things to worry about right now? So, I’ll have time to date when all of that’s over.”

Alya waved a hand. “Fulfilling prophecies, blah blah. Whatever. You’ll do it.”

“Thanks for your confidence in me,” Marinette said with a snort.

“You will, Marinette,” Tikki piped in. Her familiar fluttered to her shoulder. “You can defeat Gabriel Agreste just like the prophecy says.”

“I hope so, Tikki.”

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When Marinette finally got Alya off her tail, she headed downstairs to find her parents making breakfast for her. She didn’t know how she’d function with so little sleep. She had slept next to Adrien for what? Maybe four hours? The rest of the day of definitely going to suck.

Sabine smiled when she noticed the two girls ascending down the steps. She placed a plate of pancakes on the island smiling at them as they approached. “Morning, girls!” she chimed.

Marinette took a seat as her mother brought over two plates. “Morning…” she muttered. She was far too tired to continue making conversation. Alya literally exhausted her with the hounding of questions when she first arrived.

She placed three pancakes on her plate at a turtle pace. Marinette didn't want to admit she was exhausted. Maybe, she was coming down from an adrenaline rush after the panicked events of the morning. The witch drizzled her syrup, watching it drip down the stack. Alya watched her, seemingly amused.

When Alya grabbed a few pancakes of her own, Sabine returned with glasses of milk and a plate of toast. "Eat up girls! You always need to be at full strength. You never know when all of your training will come in handy," her mother said with a waggle of her fingers.

Alya nodded. "No kidding… I heard another coven was attacked last night. The vampires were forced to retreat because of the sunrise, but I heard it was pretty brutal."

Sabine hummed sadly in response as she made her own plate of pancakes.

Marinette's fork paused in front of her mouth. Her ears perked at the conversation. That was probably Adrien's clan… She assumed he was a member of the Agreste clan somehow. Or at least associated.

"Those wretched vampires are so disgustingly evil that it makes me sick…" Alya grumbled, stabbing her fork into her stack.

"Are you sure that all vampires are evil?" Marinette asked. She immediately regretted opening her mouth. Her mother and Alya both shared astonished and confused stares while Tikki glowered at her. Frantically backtracking, Marinette dropped her fork to wave her hands. "I-I just mean that… Has anyone truly researched into vampires? Learned more about them?"

Alya scoffed. "As if! If any of us were to come in contact with a vampire, our blood would be drained from our bodies in an instant! I don't think they tend to do q&as or make friendly conversation."

One does, she thought curtly to herself. There was no way she could ever reveal Adrien to them. They'd attack him on the spot.

Sabine nodded. "Yes, Marinette. Vampires are evil and unsafe. I hope you weren't thinking about doing something crazy."

Marinette shrugged. "I was just curious. My destiny is to defeat them, right? The more info the better."

Alya cocked a brow at her. "I think you're still half asleep."

A good excuse… She nodded in response, letting out an over exaggerated yawn. Marinette stretched, popping her bones as she did so. "Yeah, maybe you're right. I'm probably not thinking clearly."

Marinette evaded the rest of the conversation by stuffing her face with pancakes. She gave Tikki a nervous smile, who simply squinted at her in response. Her little arms were crossed stubbornly. Marinette knew she was in for a tongue lashing later.

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“Do you believe in prophecies?” Marinette asked Adrien the following evening as they laid together on her blanket.

Adrien turned his head to furrow his brows at her. “I’ve never really heard of any. Why? Is that something you guys do?”

“We have an oracle who made predictions. Every witch in the coven has their own prophecy and destiny that they’re supposed to fulfill.”

He seemed surprised by that. His eyes widened and brows rocketed beneath his bangs. “Wow, really?” Adrien turned his head, searching the sky as he hummed in thought. “No, I’ve never really believed in destiny.”

Marinette took his hand in hers. “I do. Definitely. It gives me hope that someday you and I could be friends like this every day. Without the fear of being shamed or killed.”

A silence passed between them. Adrien seemed to soak in her words as the stars twinkled above them. His fingers tightened their grip around hers.

Turning to face her once more, he smiled. “Is there a prophecy like that? Is that why you’re asking?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Someone is supposed to single handedly end this war between witches and vampires.”

Adrien gaped. “Wow. That witch must be really powerful.”

Swallowing, she agreed. “Y-Yeah. She is.”

“Oh! It’s a girl? Do you know her?”

Marinette was at a loss. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him that she was the one who was going to end this war. But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t bring herself to say “I’m supposed to kill Gabriel Agreste.” It was on the tip of her tongue. But the words wouldn’t come out.

What was holding her back? Why couldn’t she just say it? Why couldn’t she get it out in the open between them?

Sighing, she finally answered. “Y-Yeah. I know her,” her words were meek and timid. She worried he may catch on. Adrien was a little naive, she had to admit. But he wasn’t stupid. He could notice her acting strangely.

“Wow. Honestly… I can’t wait for that day.”

Her eyes widened, she turned her head quickly to look at him. “Really?”

“Yeah. I want to be with you any time of the day. Whenever I want. Without having to hide in the forest,” his hand squeezed hers. “That’ll be amazing.”

“W-Well, I hope she can pull it off.”

He grinned, fangs gleaming in the starlight. “Me too.”

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stephfights · 4 years

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First post...waiting for my fate

You have a lump. Wait, what? My entire life was about to change. But let me back up and tell you what has led me to this point. At 38 years old I have been relatively healthy my whole life. Mean as a snake, country as cornbread and loyal to a fault....that’s me. But not sick. I married my soulmate, Chris, in 2003 and had our son (my angel), Clayton, in 2007. I was a stay at home mom for the first 8 years of Clayton’s life. I then decided it was time for me to get out of the house and I have now been working at Kroger for over 4 years. I have a wonderful family, the BEST friends ever and the most awesome customers anyone could ask for.

In the last couple of years my hair seems to be thinning more that it always has. I am always hot...not warm....HOT! I sweat uncontrollably...mostly from my head/face/neck by just doing simple tasks. I don’t sleep well. I have gained quite a bit of weight that will not go away. And I have more acne now than I ever had in high school! But...I am that person....that person who doesn’t really care for doctors and thinks nothing bad will ever happen to them. I am the strong one. I take care of everyone else. I guess that is what has gotten me to where I am today. I have spent so many years taking care of everyone else that I put myself on the back burner.

Fast forward to May 2019. I wake up with a horrible case of vertigo. Drunk as pet monkey and vomiting I go to the local family physician’s office that I have been going to for 5 years (only for small things like the flu) Of course...there was a new nurse practitioner. This was about the 5th different one in the last 3 years. He started asking me questions about my medical history...and wanted to know why I hadn’t had a well care check up in years. I told him I didn’t have time...and I didn’t really see the point. At this time my husband shows up at the office. He has left work because he thinks his wife, who never gets sick, must be on her last leg. He made me promise before I left that I would come back and have that visit. Then he lectured me about smoking. That’s right, I have been a cigarette smoker for 22 years. I smiled and thanked him and went on my way.

Over the summer Chris starts riding my ass about my promise to the NP to have a well care check up. He then proceeds to tell my best friend, Amber, who also rides my ass. After getting tired of listening to them I finally agree just to get them to shut up!

August 2019. I go for my well care visit. I decide if I’m going to do this I might as well tell him every little thing that I think is “wrong” with me. I have had a large thyroid for many years (thanks Dad) but never had any problems with it. I haven’t had a thyroid ultrasound or blood work in 10 years. He thinks that may be the cause of some of the symptoms I am having. So I agree to do both. The blood work comes back perfectly normal. The ultrasound shows a goiter and 2 small cysts. No big deal really. He didn’t do anything else. He doesn’t do pap smears or breast exams. So I think I am home free! But he wants me to see a specialist. Just to see what they think. I am referred by one of my customers to an Endochronologist at Vanderbilt. Of course I can’t get in until November 4th. I was pissed but what could I do. I wanted to see the best.

November 4th comes. Chris takes off work to go with me. I have to admit...I was SO nervous. I don’t know why. I just don’t like doctors. After self diagnosing on the internet (don’t EVER do that) I was convinced I had a brain tumor. Dr. Craig Sussman comes in and is the nicest man I have ever met. Like Mr. Rogers nice. I was totally at ease. He asked about a million questions and answered any questions I had. He wants to do an exam from the waste up. I’m like okay...whatever floats your boat. So I put on a lovely (enter sarcasm) gown and he comes back in to do a breast and thyroid exam. Right breast...all good. Left breast....he finds a lump. I couldn’t believe it! I made him show me where it was. Then he showed Chris where it was. Damn, it was large! Where did that come from and how did we miss that? Even though I had not been to a female doctor in about 8 years I still did a self breast exam. A lot of times at night while I was laying in bed watching TV. Dr. S then does a thyroid exam but doesn’t really feel anything worrisome. I can tell his worry is about that lump. He wants to schedule a diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound. Of course...he tells me it is probably a cyst. I still had a super uneasy feeling. My mom has had several breast cysts and I think maybe I have inherited it from her. So I schedule the tests....and wait for 2 weeks until that appointment.

November 18th. I have dreaded this for 2 weeks. I have heard all of the horror stories about how horrible and painful a mammogram is. I do not like pain...in fact...I’m kind of a wuss. I ask Chris what if the scans do show something. But he doesn’t really want to think about that. I am hoping he can come back with me for the tests....of course they will not let him. I am literally shivering with tears in my eyes waiting for my mamm. The tech, Jessica, is so wonderful. She tries to calm my nerves and gets me in position for the first picture. Beep...that’s it? Yep....a mammogram is nothing. I thought they were going to try to squeeze my boobies as flat as a pancake. I knew that wasn’t going to work! But it is literally as easy as an xray. Jessica laughs and we go on and finish all of the scans. You have to have a lot more pictures with a diagnostic mammogram as opposed to a screening mammogram. Then onto the ultrasound. It’s your typical u/s with the sticky gel and them pushing on you with the little flat scope. I watch as she measures and pauses. Then she goes up into my arm pit. I’m thinking hey...I know my boobs are not perky anymore and they ain’t way up there, but I let her do what she’s doing. Trying not focus on the weird position she has me in and the cramp that is developing in my shoulder. She then goes and gets the radiologist. I know something must be up...but maybe it’s just my fat non perky boobs not cooperating. She pushes and pauses, pushes and pauses and they whisper back and forth. Telling me that they are just looking for certain things. After they finally get done...they ask if my husband is with me. They are going to give me my results today. Yippee...I don’t have to wait another flipping week and worry about this! They go get him and put us in a little room and I tell him that it was “easy peasy” and I don’t know why I was so worked up over it. We sit there and laugh about how dumb I was and how crazy I had been leading up to this appointment. Then the radiologist comes in. I swear she must be some kind of angel. Her name is Dr. Sara Harvey. She is sweet, kind and gentle. She sits down, looks me in the eye, and says you do have a mass and it is solid. Solid? Cysts aren’t solid? She continues with you need a biopsy ASAP. Do they biopsy cysts? Nothing is making any sense. I look up at her and ask is it cancer. She says yes...I am 90% sure it is. At this moment my whole world changes. I can’t look at my husband. I can’t look at her. I can only look at the ground and think wow, so this is how I’m going to die. Chris takes over and asks if we can do the biopsy that day. She leaves the room to go see what can be done. As she walks out and the door clicks shut I lose it. I am sobbing uncontrollably. Begging my husband to tell me what I am suppose to do now. He has no words. He just holds me. Dr. Harvey comes back in and says the biopsy can be done at 1:30 that afternoon....or the following Monday. Again, I can’t speak. So Chris tells her we are going to do it that day. I finally find my voice and ask her who would be doing the procedure. She says there are a number of radiologist who can do it. I don’t want them. I want her. I don’t know why but I feel this weird connection with her. She tells me if I want her to do it then she will change her schedule around and do it. We leave the office and have an hour and half to wait before I have to go back for the biopsies. I can’t eat, I can’t think, I can only sit and cry. Chris starts making phone calls. To my dad so he can pick up Clayton from school. To my best friend, who is absolutely beside her self. To my boss, who is not only my boss but a wonderful friend. To my brother, who lives 9 hours away.

That was the shortest hour and a half in my life. As I said before, I do not like pain. But I REALLY do not like needles! I have no tattoos, I refuse to take shots, IV’s send me into a panic attack. But I know I am fixing to have a huge needle suck in my left breast. And again my husband cannot go back with me. I have to do this by myself. I am taken back to a room and the nurse goes over exactly what they are going to do and any complications that could arise after. Dr. Harvey comes in....and wraps me in a big hug. I cry and cry. And she just keeps on hugging me. I lay down on a gurney and they put a warm blanket on me. Dr. Harvey explains that she will tell me every little thing she is doing before she does it. First things first is another ultrasound the see exactly where she wants to start. Then it’s time to numb me up. I have expressed my fear of needles and they both tell me how great I am doing. She says it will be a little bee sting and BAM....that is one big ass bee! I’m not going to lie and tell you that it didn’t hurt....because it did. But it slowly became numb. Then BAM....there’s that damn big ass bee again. She continues over and over until she thinks we are good. Here comes the biopsy needle. Which I learn is a core biopsy so it is a much larger needle. It is so large that she has to cut a slit in my breast with a scalpel to insert it. She puts it in and it doesn’t really hurt. It doesn’t feel good but it is tolerable. She tells me I will hear a click....CLICK....she’s got it. I am thinking that I am so glad this is over. Then she tells me that she needs more. She wants to make sure she has enough so there are no questions later. I tell her to get extra. I do not want to do this again! Click, click. Okay I’m going to make it. When she inserts the needle for #4 I feel a sharp stab. Seems she has to go very deep for this one. So more numbing meds for me. Click, click. She ends up doing 5 total biopsies. They are telling me how proud they are of me and how strong I am. I don’t feel very strong. In fact I feel like I have been beat down. Both emotionally and physically. I will get the results in 2-4 business days. So guess what....more waiting.

Chris stays home with me on Tuesday to make sure I am okay. My mom comes down and stays with me Wednesday and Thursday. And we sit and wait. Every time the phone rings I am looking at the caller ID wondering if this will be the call. At 2:45 my mom leaves to go pick up Clayton at school. At 2:48 the phone rings. It is the call I have been waiting for and I am here by myself. The lady on the phone must be a saint. There is no way I could do her job. “Mrs. Preston I am so sorry to tell you that your biopsies have come back and it is malignant. You do have cancer” And just like that. I am now a cancer patient. I start trying to ask questions but she doesn’t know any more details. I am set up with an appt on November 26 with an oncology surgeon and a medical oncologist. Wow, I get 2 specialist. She tells me I will find out exactly what type of cancer I have and what stage it is at those appointments. So once again....we wait.

The worst part of this was having to tell my 12 year old son. The first thing he said was “But Mom I don’t want you to die” Yeah...try not to cry after that!

It is a very weird feeling waiting to see if you are going to live or die. Can this be treated or are they going to give me a certain amount of time to do the things I have always wanted to do? I do know that I am a fighter. I have went thru being scared and sad...and now I am just pissed off! Breast cancer will not beat me! I have to watch my son grow up! I can’t kick the bucket and have my husband bring some hoe up in my house! My parents are not going to have to bury a child! And my brother will not be an only child!

I am ready for the news tomorrow. Let’s get going on get this done so I can get on with my life! Cancer can kiss my ass!

Love to all,

Stephanie Preston

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floralseokjin · 6 years

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A series of hook ups with Kim Seokjin, the college’s biggest fuckboy…

↳ the index [ bonus #4 the tentacle dildo ]

pairing; kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings; smut, literally what the title says… wordcount; 4,839

author’s note; here’s my underwater soulmate if you need a visual for the fic!

“What the hell is this?”

How stupid was it to let Seokjin rummage around in your drawers? In your defence you were half asleep, not realising he was doing it until he was holding the suspecting item in his hand, pointing the peculiar shaped glass at you accusingly.

“Give that here now!” You yelled, reaching over his body to outstretch your arm, desperate to claw at it, but he raised higher, stronger than you as he fought against your grip around his wrist. “It’s a dildo, have you ever heard of one before?” You griped sarcastically, cheeks burning despite there being no need. It was Seokjin, he was shameless.

“Of course I have, but what the fuck is it?!” He urged, holding it out dramatically. “Why is it an octopus leg?”

You finally reached it with a struggle, snatching it from him, a relieved sigh escaping past your throat. “An octopus leg? It’s called a tentacle, you idiot.”

He sat up, gaping at you, eyes wide. “Fine! A tentacle! Why the hell do you have a tentacle shaped dildo?!”

You sighed again, now in annoyance. Why had you invited him over again? You had no intentions of having sex this evening, both too tired. You after work, and he after his “vigorous” gym session he’d just bored you half to death with recalling it detail for detail. It made you a little sick to realise you and he had left fuck buddy territory and were now in some kind of twisted, dare you say, friendship? It was the only word you could think of to describe it, despite the vile taste in your mouth. You’d text each other throughout the day, ask what the other was up to, hang out when you both knew sex may not be on the cards, or if it was, it wouldn’t be exciting. A five minute fumble, usually spooning, because it was easier that way when you were too lazy for foreplay and not that wet…

Comfortable, that’s what you’d gotten, and now this was the result. Seokjin nosing through your drawers and belongings, finding your hidden sex toy stash. On second thoughts, this probably was your fault anyway… You’d pulled a vibrator out of there one time to spice up a boning session. He knew where to look.

“Maybe I’ve had enough of men. Why does a dildo have to penis shaped? I should be able to fuck myself with what I like.” You were talking shit. You didn’t know why you had a tentacle shaped dildo either. Aesthetic? Curiosity? You were just too strange for this cruel world? All were possibilities. Lina had a matching one.

Seokjin looked momentarily stumped at your reply. You could practically see the cogs turning inside his brain as he took a moment to collect his thoughts. “Because that’s what goes inside...”

Men, such an unintelligent species. Of course, the only thing that could pleasure a woman was a dick, how stupid of you mere females. It wasn’t like they could do it any better, much better in fact. No, a woman’s pleasure was all down to a man. Ask anyone. Where would you all be without them? Orgasmless, that’s where.

“Not necessarily,” you shrugged.

He was silent, frowning to himself. Too silent, in fact. You didn’t like it. What would come out of his mouth next? You didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Why are you using that thing anyway?” He nodded in the direction of your octopus leg. “You have me.”

Was that jealousy you detected in his tone? Amazing. “I haven’t used it in a while...if much actually.” Despite how stupid he sounded, he was right, you didn’t really need your mountain of sex toys now he’d been around for months.

“Why do you have it then?”

“A birthday gift. To me, from me.”

He watched you, unblinking. “It’s stupid.” Snatching it from your hand he observed it curiously. “It’s a weird shape.” A side eye your way. “You’re weird.”

You groaned, taking it from him again. “It’s a weird shape because it hits your g-spot really good.” He frowned. “See the curve?” You ran your finger along the ridges. “And it’s pink—I love pink.”

He shook his head. “I can hit your g-spot really good.”

“Please. Are you jealous of a piece of glass?” You scoffed.

“No. I’m not jealous of anyone,” he insisted, but his jaw was clenched and he was giving the innocent piece of glass a glare fit for death. “I just don’t see the fuss.”

Idiotic, obnoxious Seokjin. Idiotic, obnoxious, hilarious, too hot for his own good, Seokjin. He was dumb but somehow he had you wrapped around his little finger. Somehow he got the air changing, your stomach stirring, arousal itching to the surface. The glass was cold and heavy between your hand and suddenly you weren’t so worn out anymore…

You rolled onto your stomach, moving closer to him and he eased back on his elbows a little, a little confused by your sudden closeness, your eyes half-lidded, his flicking back and forth, trying to determine what you wanted. You slowly dragged the pink glass up his stomach, making sure to catch the hemline of his t-shirt, riding up the fabric to reveal his skin. His abs were a lot more visible tonight, gym session well and truly to thank. Praise the lord for chest and abs day, even if hearing about it was complete drivel. He shivered from the cold sensation, eyes now glued to your mouth as you spoke.

“Wanna let me show you?”

His eyes bulged, body instantly stiffening as he yelled in outrage. “You’re not going anywhere near my ass with that thing—

“Not you, oh my god,” you interrupted him, unsure how a person could be so stupid. “Me! Do you want me to show you what it does?”

“Oh,” he said, instantly relaxing, and then he processed your question, quizzing you skeptically. “I thought you were tired...?”

You shrugged. “I’m awake now. Are you still tired?”

“Nope.” He was trying to keep his tone light but his eyes were wide, ogling the pink glass between your fingers as you sat up.

“Fine,” you smirked, pointing it at him before directing it to the foot of your bed. “Move to the edge. You want a good view, right?”

He scurried quickly, his sweatpants tight around his hips, giving you a great view of his ass before he was turning to kneel in front of you. You made quick work of your shorts, Seokjin’s gaze burning a hole through your panties immediately. Slowly, you slid one foot up the bed, bent at the knee, outstretching the other to widen your legs and give him an even better view. You lifted your shirt up with one hand, exposing some of your stomach, the tentacle clasped in the other, making sure to find Seokjin’s gaze before you pushed it underneath the waistband of the cotton.

He gave in almost immediately, hungrily watching the way the toy moved inside your underwear, frustratingly hidden from view. The glass was cold against your folds, shooting pleasure up your body and tingling your core, an instant need gripping you. Impatient yourself, you removed it from its confides in favour of entering through the side, rough as you tugged the cotton away with your other hand to gain more access. You let out a little sigh when you felt the cold against your clit, closing your eyes as you began to circle the bundle of nerves before deciding to flip it, the curve of the toy flat against your mound, the raised bumps of the glass toying with your sensitive flesh.

“Do those suckers feel good?”

Seokjin’s voice reminded you that he was there and your eyes snapped open, unable to keep the flush from your cheeks as his eyes stay glued between your legs. Despite his lame choice of words, they rasped from his lips, settling deep down inside your stomach. His mouth was parted, heavy breaths leaving him as he was held captivated by a shrouded view.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, sliding the tentacle down further, the head rubbing against your entrance, checking to see if you were wet.

“Let me see more,” he whined, tone hushed, finally growing impatient. You gave him what he wanted, just as desperate as he was to tear off your panties, kicking them to the side of the bed. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, visual sending him close to passing out.

That just shot fresh pleasure up your spine, twisting the head of the glass against your entrance again to coax it open before dragging it up to your clit, pressing the back of your forehead to the headboard. You pushed the toy again, the tip slipping inside, a familiar slick sound loud enough for you both to hear as you attempted to fuck the dildo inside of you, pushing in and out rapidly. But for some reason it didn’t seem to want to pass any further than an inch or so. You grew impatient.

“I need lube.” He watched you stretch your arm for your nightstand, rummaging around in the unholy drawer – living in your own place now sure had its perks. You pulled out a very generous bottle of the stuff, dropping the tentacle to squeeze a dollop into your palm, slamming the container down before slathering the toy in the liquid.

“Is that special stuff?” Seokjin murmured, eyes flicking back and forth as you ran your fist over the glass. He shifted on his knees when you used the left over lube to rub at your entrance, the pads of your index and middle finger pushing inside you slightly, prepping yourself.

“It came with it,” you answered dismissively, not really paying attention, too eager to get the damn toy inside you. You brought the head immediately to your hole again, pushing harder, letting out a breath when it slipped inside. Another push, it was three inches in now, further than before.

Slowly you continued, pressing in and out steadily as the glass—tentacle—got deeper and deeper. It was girthier than Seokjin, a long time since you’d used the toy at all, so the squeeze was borderline painful, but it felt amazing nonetheless.

“Fuck.” Seokjin sounded weak, and you fluttered your eyelids his direction, watching him lazily. He was breathing even heavier now, his chest visibly rising and falling, his eyes glued to your centre. You felt yourself hot up, relaxing even more as the toy slipped further inside, making you gasp out.

“This is how I take your dick,” you whispered, bending your other knee now to spread wider.

He scoffed, still transfixed by the toy that was stuffed inside your heat. “Yeah, if I was an octopus.” Really? He thought that was hot? If you weren’t so into this you’d berate him, but you were too far gone. Like most things when it came to him…

You pushed again, groaning as you tried to bottom out, grasping the handle of the toy to gain leverage. “Go on, all the way. Shit.” He grunted, visibly turned on.

You let his words wash over you, eyelids closing as as you took a deep breath and braced yourself, giving the toy one final push. You could feel your walls swallowing it, tightening around the ridges and dots. You groaned once more, pleasure exploding through your body as your stomach tightened, getting used to the intrusion down below. You greedily began to fuck yourself with it, all for Seokjin’s feasting eyes.

“This looks so hot.” His voice was strained, almost as if he was in pain, and you opened your eyes again, zoning in on his body. Visibly there was his erection, straining along his thigh, and you gleed at having such an effect on him.

You smirked. “Are you enjoying, Seokjin?”

“Yeah,” he replied breathlessly, trying to meet your eyes but ultimately failing because he couldn’t stop watching the way the pink glass slid in and out of your vagina. He gripped a palm around his cock on cue, your voice coaxing him as he began to squeeze and rub irregularly. “Just imagining what it would be like watching another man fuck you…”

Your walls clenched around the tentacle at the sudden fantasy. “Mhm, I’d like that.” You were indulging him. It was pretend, never going to happen, but it was fun to play along. It was fun to push and tease him.

“You would?” He asked, the last word pitching. So easily pleased, bless him, and you nodded eagerly. He leant forward, hanging off words that didn’t exist.

“Not as much as I like it when you fuck me though.”

That had him. He moved, making his way up the bed towards your spread legs. Your movements faltered, watching him curiously, hungrily. “Yeah, always so desperate for my cock, right?” He pretty much goaded, your breath hitching when his hand wrapped around your wrist, stilling the toy inside you. He cocked an eyebrow, dropping his gaze to your core. “Can I?”

“You want to fuck me with my own dildo?” You asked thickly, making sure to swallow your anticipation down. “Kinky.”

Cool, calm and collected, you were anything but, not when Seokjin began thrusting your tentacle inside you, the slick noises filling the room. It was torture, having him tease you like this, building up the pace, the glass now hot, your insides on fire, eyes practically rolling back into your skull, body sensitive to every drag against your walls, pleasure almost tangible, loud as it left your throat in desperate noises.

“Need to go faster, want to make you cum,” he gritted out, jaw clenched as he looked up at your face, concentration taking over him. “Can you take it?”

“Of course.” The dildo was much smaller than Seokjin’s dick, you could take it no sweat –potentially. You did start wailing like a banshee once he started thrusting it vigorously, your stomach clenching tight as he stretched you out and found that spot, homing in and drilling it over and over again. You clasped one hand around his forearm, the other gripping the bedsheets for dear life.

“Shit this thing really doesn’t mess about,” he astounded, slowing down to watch the way your bottom half jerked and squirmed from the overwhelming pleasure. “I want my dick to curve.” He was almost sullen. You weren’t. If his dick curved anything like this thing did you’d have to marry him, and you didn’t even want to think how cocky that would make him… While he was at it, could he wish for ridges and suction cups too?

“Unbutton your shirt,” he demanded suddenly, tugging at the garment. “Get your tits out for me.” No need to ask you twice, you were fiddling with the buttons before you took another fucked out breath, letting the fabric fall open to reveal your bare chest. He groaned on sight and you took the break in pace to slide down the bed, lying your head on your pillows, legs flat to the mattress, outstretched. You squeezed around the toy.

Like he couldn’t control himself his mouth wrapped around one nipple immediately, sucking eagerly, the hand between your legs twisting the toy inside you back and forth. You glowed, body abuzz, needy and close to coming already. Everything just felt so good, so full, his tongue flicking against your skin, his free hand cupping the flesh. He always knew how to make you feel so good, even when he was doing you with a sex toy. He knew how you worked. He got you. You were dripping by now, could feel it sticking to your thighs, running down your ass. If you had only started out like this you wouldn’t have wasted any lube.

You wrapped your fingers through his hair, attempting to lift his head up, dislodging him from your nipple, lips parted and wet, and oh so kissable. He was on you before the thought left your mind, tongue slipping inside your mouth to meet yours desperately. He groaned upon tasting, jerking his fist messily between your legs, neediness tugging at you, reminding you what you wanted.

“F-fuck me harder, Jin” you pleaded breathlessly. “Please.” He raised to the challenge, breaking away from you to get upright, his free hand pressing into the mattress as he wedged between your legs. He hit your g-spot hard and you cried out. He went again. And again. And again. “Gonna cum so hard.”

Either that or explode. Your legs flailed along the sheets, toes digging in, one hand gripping his forearm, the other holding your headboard, knuckles surely paling. You clenched erratically against the glass, losing control of your body as the sensation built up.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he grunted, out of breath himself, eyes watching the way your breasts jiggled up and down from the force of his movements. “Cum all over it.”

You clenched your eyes shut immediately, his dirty mouth sending you spiralling as white hot pleasure lurched through your body, but he continued to fuck you with the damn tentacle, right through the tremors that overtook your body, right through the way you squeezed around the toy like you could snap it in half. It was only when your body went limp did he slow down, thrusting shallowly until he stopped entirely, watching the way you panted with wide eyes.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you babbled weakly, rubbing a hand across your face. You needed a moment. You needed ten moments.

“You never cum that hard with me.” You could hear the pout in his voice even if you couldn’t see him right now.

“I do.” You reassured him, blinking up at his face, but your vision was blurred and your head spun. He never needed to be jealous of a dildo ever again, not when he could control one like that. Is there anything he couldn’t do? Apart from pace himself when your ass was involved…

You went to reach for him, unsure for what, you were tired, maybe you just wanted to lie down with him right about now, but maybe that was your frazzled mind talking. He was slipping out of your grasp like a wet fish anyway, ripping his t-shirt over his head before you could ask why. His torso rendered you speechless, instantly running your hands up and down it greedily. Seokjin really did have an amazing body. Not too overworked, natural, which just made him even more fucking infuriating. This jerk was perfect and weirdly enough, sometimes he didn’t even know it. He was shy when it came to things likes that, even now you could see the blush on his cheeks as your attention got him flustered, grabbing your hands to hold them above your head. You struggled, a pout on your lips. You wanted to touch his perfect body.

“I need to fuck you right this instant.”

Or not. Your stomach lurched, core clenching with fresh pleasure, and that was when you realised the damn tentacle was still inside you, wedged in, snug, sticky and hot. Your body betrayed you. You’d just cum your brains out but it wanted more. It wanted a real dick this time and you were too weak to tell it no. Hell, your mind had probably betrayed you too. There was no sane part of you when it came to Kim Seokjin.

“Go ahead.” He was fully naked before you could finish. His dick hard and bobbing up and down made you want to pass out. It was nothing you weren’t used to but your poor vagina had already taken a battering, it almost winced at the thought. Thanks to the new iOS update you now knew the exact measurement of Seokjin’s mini me – inches and centimetres, just in case. You wouldn’t forget, not when you’d opened the message up in class. 8 inches, neatly measured along his bare ass dick, standing proudly and without shame, a simple message attached that read ‘ur riding this later’.

Well, if you were going to die tonight, impaled by his horse dick seemed like the best way to go, so…

“What are you doing?” You chuckled breathlessly, watching him as he attempted to push it inside with the tentacle still poking out of your body.

“Wanna fuck you like this, two dicks at the same time.” He sounded desperate, and as hot as that sounded in fantasy, in reality it was virtually impossible. You took it back, you didn’t want to die tonight, not when you craved his cock with every fibre in your body.

“You won’t fit,” you squealed, squirming around as you felt him prod you with the head. “Ouch—!” You were laughing loudly now, amused by his antics, but he was frustrated, removing the toy with a pop as he threw it to the side of the bed.

“Fuck,” he panted. “Fuck it.” His fist raked up and down himself, eager and desperate, fingers digging into the flesh. He was red and swollen, and you wanted him so bad. He lined up, blunt tip pushing against your walls. He got a couple of inches inside before he was pulling back with a grimace. “You’re so tight.”

You frowned, a hand of your own reaching between your legs to try and push a couple of fingers in. He was right. “That orgasm closed me up, what the hell.” Your walls were ridged and swollen, and you were drying up quicker than the seconds that past. It wouldn’t do. You could take more. “Get the lube.”

Seokjin released a more than generous amount, almost as if he couldn’t help himself, he had an affinity for the stuff, but sadly it wasn’t flavoured. His cock was practically dripping by the time he’d laved himself, and you inwardly groaned realising you had to wash your fucking sheets after this now. He used the rest to coat your entrance, pushing two of his fingers inside gently, stretching you out bit by bit. He took the time to close the distance between your mouths, pressing his lips into yours over and over again until you were whining, arousal thankfully growing.

“Give me your dick, Seokjin.”

He could never say no to you. He took it carefully though, inch by inch. You slowly swallowed him, pulsing around him with each movement. “You okay?” He hummed.

You nodded, rubbing your nose against his. “Mhm, keep going.” You felt stuffed when he finally got fully inside. Not weird, it felt good, full of him, just the way you’d grown to like it, and you clasped at the meat of his ass, needing him to move, needing him to make you feel even better. You wanted him as deep as he can go.

He soon got a rhythm, dragging his cock in and out of you slowly, bottoming out each time, until your stomach glowed. You were moaning uncontrollably, they just seemed to fall out of you, and then he was joining in, breathing fucked up as he dropped his head and nibbled on your earlobe. “Yeah, yeah,” he murmured, feeling you wrap your legs around his back, pinning him in place. “Can you cum again?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please.” He added instantly, leaning back, watching you hopefully, grinding his crotch into you now, brushing against your g-spot. You couldn’t possibly go like that again unless he wanted your brain to explode, but you could probably get off another way. “I will lose my mind if you cum again – and my dick.”

Well, when he asked so nicely… You dropped a hand between your legs, the other gripping the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he smirked, watching you begin to move. “Yeah, rub that clit for me and don’t stop until you cum all over my cock.”

Despite not being touched properly since you’d started this whole thing, you were still fucking sensitive, the bundle of nerves swollen and flushed between the flats of your fingers, but you carried on, pretty furiously, chasing one last orgasm. Just for him, because he’d lose his mind before you did, you were sure of it. You did all this for him, to tease him. Your pleasure was just a bonus…

“Seokjin—!” Shit, everything felt so good. You could feel him moving in and out of you, thrusting crazily as your cries encouraged him, his own grunts tearing at his throat. He was sweating, it dropped from his hairline down to his temple, cheeks and neck red, just how you liked it.

“You’re always so fucking compliant when I’m fucking you,” he chuckled breathlessly, amused. It was infuriating. “What would people say...”

They’d probably wonder why you kept going back… This was positively normal now. Why wouldn’t you fuck him? When he made you feel this good? … This was what happened when you thought with half your brain.

“I’m coming—Oh, fuck.” His words shouldn’t affect you so much, but they did. Your clit pulsed against your fingers as the pleasure shot through your veins. You were so tight you were pretty sure you were forcing him out of your body, the pressure so strong. “Fuck, argh, fuck—!”

He pulled out with a roar anyway, cock squeezed tight in his fist as he braced himself. “Let me cum on your face.” He was begging, pleading, as if you were going to refuse. “That was so fucking hot, you really want to kill me.”

“Of course,” you dismissed, ignoring the way your heart felt like it was about to burst from your chest. You’d finally had one too many orgasms. This was how you’d go. “Now I’m waiting,” you prodded, tilting your face up.

His eyes flashed and then he was scurrying over you quickly, knees either side of your head, dipping into the pillow as the bed creaked. He jerked himself off quickly, closing his eyes as his head fell back, thick neck visible. “Ah, shit,” he moaned.

You couldn’t help but twist your head and nip the inside of his thigh, hiding a grin. “Always so compliant for me, Seokjin.”

“Face. Forward,” he demanded, jaw locked, and you had half a second to do so because he was already coming uncontrollably. It spurted out, landing on your nose and cheeks mostly, but his hand was trembling and he was still coming, so on your mouth it was, up higher, your eyebrow. You closed your eyes on instinct until you were sure he was done. His aim was always terrible, but time and time again you let him to do it.

All you could hear were his pants, they sounded hotter when you couldn’t see them, and then the bed shifted, like he was reaching for something. You were about to take a peek when you felt something cold against your cheek. “Hey—!” You shot your eyes open, his cum congealed enough now not to drip.

Your tentacle wasn’t an actual toy, why was he playing with it, spreading his cum around your face childishly?

“What?” He grinned, but you pushed him away. He stumbled down your body and dropped the glass. Your bed sheets were well and truly ruined. Gross.

“You’re so fucking weird, do you know that?”

“Hey, you’re the one who owns it,” he retaliated, but then he was wiping your mouth clean, kissing your lips. “So hot with my cum on your face,” he cooed. He sounded ridiculous but your face was heating up. “Love that sight.” He continued, rolling onto his back beside you. He sighed dramatically. “You’re just always so hot, how do I function?”

You smiled, leaning on your side to prop your head up with the palm of your hand. “Right back at you.” You stopped functioning the first night you hooked up with him. Were you ever functioning? You did agree after all…

“We really should get it down in writing one day, signed and sealed,” you hummed absentmindedly. He looked at you quizzically, wondering what the hell you were talking about. “We tell no one about what we get up to.”

What would your friends say if you told them everything? Judge you to high heaven? Laugh in your face, be disgusted? They probably wouldn’t even believe you! You were on your bed right now, Seokjin had just fucked you with your secret tentacle dildo, spread his cum all over your face with it and now said cum was congealed all over your face like it was no big deal. He said you looked hot. You couldn’t even make this stuff up…

“It’s not my fault you’re a freak,” he defended, crossing his arms across his chest.

You hit him gently on the stomach and he grunted, lifting his legs up, shielding himself. “And where did I learn it from?!” To that he had no reply and you just laughed, shaking his shoulder. “Now get me a fricking tissue so I clean myself up!”

Written 2018. Reworked/Edited 2020 Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

#seokjin smut #bts smut #jin smut #bts fanfic #seokjin fanfic #floralseokjin:writings #fic:moam

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moonchildmuses · 5 years

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♠ - for all our boys damn

today, on literally all my boys are whipped!!! here’s the second part of this interview and the conclusion is: they’re so fucking whipped it’s gonna make me cry

send ♠ and my muse will tell you something they dislike about your muse.

gyo

“What’s not to dislike?” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair and blowing a kiss for his man, who is standing not too far from where he’s seated. “I’m obviously just kidding, he’s not that bad. But I can’t deny he’s a stubborn fuck. And, fuck, he’s so fuckin’ arrogant. Like, chill. It’s not good for my health!” He shakes his head and sighs, looking a bit frustrated. We ask him why, thinking it’s something serious, but then he smirks. “Listen, I can’t give him shit for it, I’m worse than him. The thing that bothers me about it is the fact that it makes me want to have sex with him all the fucking time, and my body can’t take it.” A few people start wheezing behind the scenes, and he sends them a dirty look. “Sorry about those two. One of them is a virgin who can’t drive, and the other… well, he’s a virgin too, but he can drive because Asuka taught him when he was 12. The rest are nothing but jealous idiots.”

dae

“I’m def not trying to start something, but… listen, the fact that he hasn’t called me baby in weeks…” He says, biting his lower lip to hold back a smile. “Makes my heart hurt, you know? Like, what’s the point of being the Baby Thot if my own boyfriend refuses to baby me?” He sighs dramatically and nods in appreciation when his friends start cooing at him – until it turns into straight up clowning. “No, you’re supposed to be on my side! What kind of–? Fine, you know what? Go choke on a dick. All of you!” Rolling his eyes, he asks if we can kick them out, but the answer is no. “But– They wanna steal my thunder, this isn’t fair! I’m afraid I’m gonna have to call my manager.” Someone (Youngho) yells ‘aww, are you gonna call your mommy?’ and Dae sighs dramatically. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

minseok

“He never lets me be the big spoon!” He shouts, pointing an accusing finger at his boyfriend. “Miss me with that ‘but you’re so tiny’ bullshit, asshole. You’re only 3 centimetres taller than me. Three. That’s not fucking fair, Baekhan’s thot ass is a whole centimetre shorter than me and I don’t see y’all treating him like that so– Daewon, sit your ass down, okay? This isn’t about you and your short dick, so shut the fuck up.” He quickly shuts down Dae’s argument with a middle finger up in the air and then continues. “Anyway. Jung Jinyoung, promise me you’ll let me be the big spoon whenever I want to or else I’m gonna have to remove your soulmate benefits for our monthly squad activity. Paintball’s the next one, and you know I’m known to be quite ruthless when we’re out there, so if I were you I’d watch my back, kiddo.”

maze

“I mean, he can be quite a handful sometimes, and I admit dealing with him has never been an easy task – especially when his good nature turns into naivety and there’s no way to make him see that some people don’t deserve our gratitude. We don’t owe anyone anything.” He points out, and it’s obvious he’s trying not to lose his temper but he manages. “But I’m not gonna lie, as annoying as it is, I can’t think of something I don’t like about him. Not because I’m a whipped dumbass that can’t see his bad side, but more like ‘cause that’s what makes him him. You won’t see me being a little bitch about it, if that’s what you’re trying to achieve with this question.” He shrugs his shoulders and smiles a little, obviously looking at Prince Cyra. The king of hell, y’all. “We both have our flaws, of course. What I’m trying to say is that we’re way too far from being perfect, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Does that answer your question?”

hyuk

“Ugh, Yejun… How do I even begin to explain Xiao Yejun? He’s literally the biggest brat I’ve ever met.” He looks away and chuckles, taking a few seconds to think before he continues. “He does this thing where he just… he acts like a fuckin’ child all the time. I thought it was funny when I first met him, but then I went and became friends with his dramatic ass and let me tell you: it’s not funny at all. Especially when he does dumb shit like yell at me for the stupidest reasons ever. Sometimes I look at him and I’m like… dude… he’s out of control.” He sighs and smiles to himself, pausing for a second. “But I’m still here, huh?”

jitae

“He used to have this terrible habit of letting me steal the blankets at night, back when we were teenagers. I remember waking up every weekend to him curled up next to me, and he was always freezing. It made me feel like shit!” He claims, crossing his arms as he shakes his head. “The worst part is that I still don’t know if he ever even noticed, but it was terrible. I loved wrapping him up with the blankets, though. Kinda like a burrito, you know? Yeah, it was funny.” He smiles and looks away, probably reminiscing about it. “I’m sure our moms took enough pictures of little burrito Miya. It was really cute.”

#⌜ ask meme: replies ⌟#⌜ otp ⌟ ✰* — ˗ˏˋ we’re not done yet ˎˊ˗#⌜ otp ⌟ ✰* — ˗ˏˋ never thought we'd have a last kiss ˎˊ˗#( jinseok. )#⌜ otp ⌟ ✰* — ˗ˏˋ locked out of heaven ˎˊ˗#( tag pending. )#( tag pending — ii. )

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exceedinglyregular · 6 years

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Prompt: Andrew finds out that Steven likes men with beards so he decides to grow one. Although he does learn that Steven loves him regardless, Steven still is quite into beard burn and he won't say no to Andrew growing his stubble/beard (Not necessarily NSFW, kinda up to you on the frontier).

Title: Growing on Me

(ao3 link for those who prefer: here)

Andrew’s trying his best to focus on this video he’s supposed to be editing but it’s hard to when his boyfriend is literally sitting across him, laughing his sweet ass off. Steven and Jen are going through a bunch of BuzzFeed quizzes just for the fun of it and they are having an absolute blast.

After a few more failed attempts at concentrating on the task at hand, Andrew decides to stop here for now. He yanks his headphones off and just when he does that, he hears Steven commenting on one of the options in the quiz.

“…definitely the bearded guy. Men with beards are HOT!” That’s information Andrew definitely needed to hear.

Andrew walks around the desk to cross over to where Jen and Steven are sat. As he approaches, Jen looks up from the screen to greet him, Steven is still too consumed by the questions laid in front of him.

“What’s this?” Andrew asks, intrigued. He rests a hand on the table and leans forward, trying to read what’s being displayed.

“Pick your favorite looks and we’ll tell you who’s your true soulmate,” Steven reads right off the screen. “I wonder who I’ll get…” Steven must see something in Andrew’s face that isn’t there as he immediately starts backtracking. “I mean y-you-… you! …you are the one for me, of course! I just- this is just- The quiz mean nothing, Drew!”

Andrew cackles loudly, causing a few heads to turn. He honestly can’t believe what just happened, they should’ve been filming it.

“I’m not mad, don’t worry.” And Steven breathes a huge sigh of relief, Jen is clearly amused by this exchange as she’s giggling away. Andrew gestures at the laptop. “Keep going, I’m curious too.”

After several minutes of in-depth pondering, Steven finally reaches the last question and…

“OH MY GOD!” Steven jumps out of his chair, and is stumbling over the wires running across the floor. Jen is screaming like a crazed sports fan whose team just won. The entire office is looking over at them but only for a brief moment, these kinds of outbursts are more than common around here.

Andrew reaches out and turns the laptop to face him so that he can get a better look at the result. It reads…

You got: Andrew Ilnyckyj! BuzzFeed’s very own ‘creepy’ guy. Don’t let that cool, stoic exterior fool you, he is secretly a lovable goofball. A man of many talents, Andrew is more than capable of whipping up a scrumptious dinner for you, and can even charm your socks off with his wide history and geography knowledge. Plus, he loves animals too! Who said the perfect guy doesn’t exists?

That little snippet put a hot blush on Andrew’s face. He doesn’t even think he’s that much of a catch, much less being ‘the perfect guy’. Steven appears to disagree as he pulls Andrew in for a kiss, hands wrapping around his waist.

“So does the quiz still mean nothing?” Andrew asks when they part. Steven’s grip on his waist tightens, and he brings his face in closer. Their breaths mingle as Steven replies in a low voice.

“Yes. I don’t need a dumb quiz to tell me anything.”

—

So that soulmate quiz thing may actually be accurate but… Andrew’s not taking his chances. It took him so long to finally get into a relationship with Steven, he’s going to do everything in his power to see it through. Even if said ‘everything’ is going to get uncomfortable for him.

Andrew has scratched at his jaw over twenty times for the last few minutes, so it’s no surprise that it caught his boyfriend’s attention.

“Beard problems?” Steven asks the next time he sees Andrew scratching away. Andrew stops mid-scratch, he smiles, hoping to make it look like less of a problem than it actually is.

“No, just…” He then continues scratching when he can’t stand the itch. “…really itchy”

“Why don’t you shave it off then?” Steven suggests nonchalantly, taking another bite of his pizza. Andrew feels his heart sink, if Steven is suggesting that… Does he think Andrew can’t handle a little prickling? Granted, what he has on his face is more stubble than beard, and he already has this much difficulty living with it. Maybe he should just- No. Andrew shakes his head, he’s not giving up.

“N-no, it’s fine. Just needs some time to get used to it, that’s all.” Andrew replies, aggressively rubbing the side of his face in hopes of ending the irritation.

“Oh-kay…” is all Steven says, continuing with consuming his lunch.

Damn the itchiness, Andrew’s just gonna have to grin and bear with it. He’s going to make Steven swoon so hard with his beard, and no amount of irritation is going to stop him.

Andrew picks up another slice, focusing on the chewing and the swallowing and the flavor, and pushing any thoughts of his facial hair to the back of his mind.

—

It’s been two whole weeks since Andrew has seen his boyfriend, and he wants to make Steven’s six-hour flight from New York completely worth the time. Andrew went ahead and tracked down the very quiz that Steven took to find that specific image of that bearded man. It took hours of preparation but Andrew thinks he has the look nailed down.

Andrew watches as waves of people pass him, he checks the time. Steven should be out by now. Just as he thinks this, Steven steps out of the arrival hall looking all around like a lost child searching for their parent at a mall. Andrew chuckles to himself and walks over to the bewildered man who is still looking the wrong direction.

“Hey kiddo, are you lost?” Andrew puts on a comically deep voice and a playfully concerned face. Steven spins around immediately, not yet recognizing his own boyfriend standing in front of him.

“No sir, I-… Andrew?!” His eyebrows rise up so high that they almost disappear into his white cap. Steven’s checking him out up and down, and Andrew is feeling just a little self-conscious to have that kind of attention on him, in public no less. “Is this your Halloween costume? Are you going as Adam?”

“What? No…” Andrew looks down at his clothing, which Steven is now thoroughly inspecting and oh god. He has a red and blue plaid shirt on, black skinny pants and with the beard… it’s the holy trinity of the iconic Bianchi look. All he’s missing is the glasses, which he fortunately doesn’t need. “I just… I heard that you’re really into guys with beards so…”

Steven laughs at that and it’s the most cute, innocent laughter Andrew has ever heard. Steven’s bent at the waist and doubled over, shaking with mirth. When he finally regains his composure, they are tears in his eyes that he has to wipe away. Andrew doesn’t understand what’s so funny.

“Oh my god, Drew! I wasn’t trying to hint at you or anything!” There’s a little tingle that runs down Andrew’s spine, like always when Steven calls him by that nickname. It’s sorta distracting him from the moment.

“I… I didn’t think you were, just thought that maybe I should take a little initiative…?” Andrew shrugs, unsure of how to explain his thought process.

“Even so, I don’t think Adam is a good look on you.” He frowns and yeah, Andrew already has thoughts to rework his style. Still, he feels it’s important to explain his intention here.

“I just want to make you happy,” Andrew kinda mumbles, not moving his lips as much as he should, as if he’s ashamed to admit it. He stares down at the floor like a shy high-schooler asking someone out to prom.

When he finally gathers enough courage to sneak a look at Steven… he is looking at Andrew like he’s the biggest dummy on the planet. He takes a step towards Andrew and brings a hand up to cup his face, soft fingers gently stroking his beard.

“And you do. I love you, Andrew… beard or no beard, it doesn’t matter.” Steven’s smiling at him with the intensity of a thousand suns, and the warmth bursting through Andrew’s heart matches it in magnitude. It’s sappy but true.

“I know. I love you too.” Andrew closes the distance between their lips, and maybe it’s from missing him so much but Steven’s lips taste way sweeter than Andrew ever remembered. Even over the hubbub of the airport, Andrew can distinctly hear the tiny noise of satisfaction coming from Steven. When they pull away, it’s Steven’s turn to look embarrassed.

“You know what? I actually really like it, it’s really rough but…” Steven leans way in, bringing his lips next to Andrew’s ear, the hot breath almost making him shiver. “…that kinda turns me on.”

Before Andrew can formulate any sort of response, Steven’s walking off with the baggage cart. What a tease. Andrew catch up to him with double-wide strides, returning to normal once he’s side-by-side with his man again.

“I didn’t really like it at first either but it’s growing on me.” Andrew pauses for dramatic effect, Steven is already preemptively rolling his eyes because he knows where this is going. “Literally!”

Andrew’s pointing finger guns at a very done Steven, he even pretends to fire a few shots. The taller man lifts one hand off the handle of the cart to slap him on the arm, but he’s chuckling at the pun regardless.

“Not your best work. I give it an 8.”

“Out of 10? That’s a pretty good score.” Andrew wrestles for control of the cart away from Steven, who initially resists but gives up to yawn.

“No, out of a 100. You’re failing miserably.” That’s what he claims but Andrew knows better. The fondness that’s on full display on Steven’s face tells him all he needed to know: he succeeded perfectly.

Closing notes:

Some of you may notice that I actually teased the title in the last prompt fic.

#ST07 #standrew #standrew prompts #standrew fic #ao3 fic

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haespoir · 6 years

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witch / cafe owner ! doyoung

genre: tooth rotting fluff

pairing: doyoung x reader

warnings: cringe? ? ?

word count: 1.4k

a/n: i needed witch doyoung but this turned more into cafe owner,,, so i might do a more witch related one?? ? hehehe idk i just word vomited so i hope you enjoy :-)

ok so you cant tell me that doyoung is not a musical witch

like say whatever you want

but he’s got music flowing through his veins

this means he works with music, musical chimes, or rhythm during his spells and rituals !!!

like imagine him humming and singing during a ritual aaa a. a a

or even playing instruments like the triangle or something

omg that would be so PRECIOUS

however

contrary to popular belief his house is not loud or noisy

he has little music boxes that he’s charmed to play in harmony with each other ( think merry go round of life from howl’s moving castle )

it’s so calming and just ugh.

it literally calms your soul

which is a good thing !! ! !

bc he runs a small little cafe in town hehehe with the same charmed music boxes

it’s a small little two story cafe that sits snug between a hair shop and a bookstore

which means he gets a lot of business

usually he’s able to handle it all

with his little charmed whisks and ovens working hard in the back, he’s never really needed much help around his little cafe

it’s not until idols start going to the hair shop next door and that means a huge influx of customers bc everyone wants to get their hair done at the same shop as their idol

spoiler doyoung thinks it’s dumb and the excited shrieks of the fans piss him off

like when he glares at his fansites,,, that’s exactly how he glares at the fans that come and disrupt his peace

i mean he’s so used to the calm bustle of his normal customers

the wild crowds that come and go drive him crazy

and he no longer wants to work the counter anymore

so a help wanted sign goes up

and that’s where you come in !

you’re actually not bending over backwards broke because of college

but you’re tired of asking your parents for money and you just want to get your own job so you buy them gifts with your own money

( aaawww how cute what a good soul )

now you’ve always been a regular at doyoung’s little cafe

every time you walk in your eyes are literally shining because it is so FASCINATING

you’ve never been to a cafe as cozy as his

you’re not sure if it’s the twinkling music that dances in the air or if it’s the warm tones of the brick wall

or maybe it’s the foliage that occupies the corners where the ceiling and wall meet that wrap the cafe in this type of comforting vibe

you often do your homework there,,,, and perhaps take too many naps but it’s kind of inevitable because wow that place is just so calming and cozy

anyways

as soon as the sign goes up, you’re the first one to apply and doyoung is like ? ? i didn’t even have the sign up for two days

but he knows you’re a regular and he kind of trusts you? ? ?

which is how you get the job in less than a week

soon you’re donning a loose fitting white blouse with a black ribbon tie and a warm brown apron, working comfortably besides doyoung hehee

it doesn’t take long for you to really grasp how everything works and you absolutely love working there? ? ?

i mean given doyoung is usually the one making the drinks and giving out orders while you take care of the cash register

you two fall into a routine and it’s quite comforting

lets say about two months pass by and while you love your job and doyoung is one of the best bosses you’ve ever had, you don’t know much about him??

you know that, while he’s an amazing baker, he prefers to let his enchanted utensils do the work. you know that he prefers white chocolate over any other ( which is gross doyoung you’re nasty i still love you but white chocolate is NASTY ) and he always is drinking a mango white tea

but it’s not enough ? ?

so one day you gather the courage to ask him to hang out

like outside of work

and good lord did you need a lot of courage

imagine doyoung, cherry bomb!era purple hair, a dark navy beret sitting snug upon his head as he looks at you, his eyebrow raised slightly in curiosity; a loose white blouse resting on his broad shoulders and it’s unbuttoned enough for you to see the thin silver chain that rests on his neck

i think i would faint oh my

but you’re able to mutter the words out “can we hang out, like outside of work? i mean i just want to get to know my boss !!! ”

and gosh doyoung is so precious he just says of course with the gummiest smile and you feel your heart jump out of you chest

like the uwu jumped out

i mean

perhaps you did have a teensy crush on him

like you’ve never heard him really sing, but gosh he’s always humming and with the most endearing closed lip smile too

it reduces your heart into a pile of goo in your chest

and even when he asks questions like if any goods need to be replaced,, your heart is ZOOMING

it makes sense that he’s a witch with an affinity for music

his voice is literally music to your ears and does things to your heart that you can’t explain

so maybe it’s more than a teensy little crush

a big Crush with a capital C and emphasis on big

but anyways the big day rolls around and you’re so NERVOUS ! !! !

you guys meet outside of the cafe and soon you’re off down the street

and your thoughts are just running wild

does he feel the attraction between you two?

is it just all in your head? ? ?

but you’re too shy to ask and soon enough you guys are off to visit a museum,,, about witches hehehe

i mean people know about witches and in this perfect world that i’ve crafted, there are no stereotypes that hurt them

so doyoung takes you through the museum and you can literally feel the excitement oozing off of him

he’s animatedly talking about everything and holding your hand without even realizing it ( or so you think )

you’re being dragged around by him, but not in a bad way

it’s so nice to see him passionately telling you about things that you’ve never really went out of your way to learn about

and doyoung’s heart is soaring

bc like you’re so interested in his history, in learning about where he comes from and it just makes him infinitely happy !!

Big Spoiler: he most definitely has a crush on you and has had one since you’ve stepped foot into his cafe

but the day is spent so nicely with him ? ? it’s like you guys were made for each other ( going✈soulmate!au ) and you’re so upset that you’ve wasted so much time bc you were too shy

anyways you guys are walking back to your place bc he refuses to let you walk home alone ( A WWW W ) your fingers are intertwined and they’re swinging with every step

your heart at this point has fallen out of your ass and you’re going ✈ DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH KIM DONGYOUNG !!!

all you can think about is how perfect the day was and you honestly wouldn’t mind doing it again

like everyday LMAOFNS

but you’re in your own world until his voice breaks your little trance

“you know i’m mad that it took this long”

and you’re like bro wtf u mean ? ?

“i’ve liked you since you’ve set foot into my cafe.”

BOOM ! your heart? ? ? gONE

you’ve got your phone out, calling a lawyer bc you want to sue him for making your heart explode

like you literally can’t bite back the smile that itches to break out across the span of your lips and you’re just ?? speechless ??

he lets out the most melodic chuckle you’ve ever heard in your life and you’re still searching for words and it’s like he’s stolen them

he ruffles your hair, with the most affectionate and endearing smile on his lips. you can see the smile lines forming above his cheeks

and you swear there’s no one else in the world but you two and wow he’s just perfect

“let’s do this again, soon. and not as an employee wanting to get to know their boss, but as your first date, with your boyfriend.”

and of course you say yes heheheheh

#kim doyoung #doyoung #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct 2018 #nct scenarios #nct scenario #witch!au #cafe owner!au #nct imagine #nct imagines #doyoung scenarios #doyoung scenario #doyoung imagines #doyoung imagine

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tuwam · 6 years

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spill.

‘all i’m saying is, whoever they are, they’re probably real fuckin’ tired of you tae.’ “what makes you say that?”

( the soulmate au where your soulmate feels your physical pain from the moment you’re born, ft. taeshik @rosaeau )

taeyang says it like he doesn’t know, like he hasn’t heard it a million times. even now, he’s wrapping gauge around his right ankle, injured not because of dancing but because of his clumsiness. a running accident, a run to get to the studio because he was late. a run that turned into a tumble, and a trampling over materials and onto the stage but into a fit of pain. the doctors had a field day when they’d heard.

because taeyang was clumsy. extremely clumsy, where it was not only laughable but a tad concerning. concerning to where people asked him all the time how he made it as a dancer with his penchant for accidents. broken bones were scarce but sprains, strains, popped sockets and bruises were common.

‘your head’s in the clouds too much’ his mother would say.’ you dream too much of your soulmate, other people would say.

because that’s the kind of world they lived in. the kind where someone’s soulmate felt any pain, identical to their own from the moment they’re born. identical and of the same magnitude, at the same time and in the same spot. for someone as accident-prone as taeyang who’s had bruises and spills since he was a child, his mother would say how she felt for his soulmate. taeyang would just smile as the bruises were tended to and he was patched up over and over. it’s no wonder he’s decided to intern as a nurse.

the pain part was tricky enough, the magnitude increases the closer the soulmates are. the scars even appear and disappear the closer the soulmates are. that’s it though. other than that there are no surefire ways to figure out who your soulmate is other than dumb luck. taeyang’s only dumb luck has been that he hasn’t suffered a serious fall in the past weeks training for this show. that and the free gift card he’s managed to swindle off the fall raffle.

he puts the final touches on the bandages, placing a kiss to his fingers that soon reaches the hasty arrangement. an apology of sorts. he nudges han like he always does, smiling toothily like the pain doesn’t affect him, like he doesn’t take the words to heart.

‘go easy on that ankle, some poor soul is limpin’ around and not for the right reason.’ “ha ha very funny.”

he ignores han’s smug grin and finishes stretching for the day, grabs his bag and heads out the theater.

taeyang’s wondered about his soulmate considering them to either be countries apart or considers them to be a very careful person. other than the pain he’s felt in his childhood, probably from his soulmate being just as rambunctious as him, he’s had no indication, no clue as to who his soulmate is and what they might do.

some people have cute stories, stories about how they ran into the same door and recoiled at the same time. stories on how they pricked their finger on paper in kindergarten and the person next to them got the same cut. hospitals tend to hear the funnier ones, about how boys will experience feminine pains and are subsequently brought in only to be told their soulmate is just reaching their age. men being brought in on wheelchairs beside their wives who are in labor. women in labor with their husbands who feel no pain at all.

not as funny but interesting nonetheless.

his mother? rambunctious as she was, went to a concert and hollered so much she lost her voice, the next day another kid in her lecture class had lost his voice. it was presentation day, hard for them not to notice one another. his dance teacher? easy. a sprain on-stage and an admirer in the audience subsequently yelped the minute it happened.

taeyang’s surrounded by the stories, the proof of it happening. even days like this he hears han curse to himself, apparently his soulmate’s close and a rather heavy drinker because the morning headaches have been killing him. taeyang thinks that’s why han’s been dancing without stretching lately, a form of subtle torture. it’s annoying but kind of endearing, the unspoken relationship people have with someone they haven’t met.

taeyang has nothing to go by and so even as people tease him about his own clumsiness he often thinks, maybe they don’t exist. he likes to think it, just to save himself the silent apologies before he goes to bed. or the small kisses he gives himself after each and every bruise.

it also makes things a bit easier. gentler. bruises and all.

“another sprain?” ‘not quite, your soulmate’s a busy one though.’ “too busy.” ‘if they stay off it, it should heal. here’s some pain-killers and an ice pack.’ “i’m fully stocked, thanks for seeing me though doc.” ‘no problem. just a minor roll, nothing major.’

‘another sprain tae?’

he’s too used to this, or rather, everyone around him is too used to this. even in his scrubs the gentle limp he walks into the hospital lobby with gives him away. he gets a few snickers from the nurse assistants at the check-in desk before suji is on him, inspecting and questioning.

suji’s another success story ( taeyang thinks he’s surrounded by too many ). suji met her soulmate, ironically while administering a shot to a patient. aside from the fact that the man was fawning over her when she stepped in, one pinch from the needle and suji was so startled that she shrieked and yanked it out right away. the man was fine and after several apologies and checkups to make sure nothing entered where it shouldn’t - he asked her out on a date. the rest is history.

so of course the first thing she’ll do is question him on the soulmate thing.

“hey suji --- not a sprain but I rolled it this morning headed to practice.” she’s still bent over, lifting at his slacks to inspect the handiwork. ‘damn, will it affect your performance?’ the concern comes first, him and suji having been co-workers for a while now. he gives her a smile, a little awkward because he knows what’s coming. also because she’s still fidgeting with his pants leg in the middle of the nurse quarters. “should heal before opening night.”

‘hm. so what’s that - third sprain in the past six months?’ taeyang groans and promptly makes his way out the quarters and to his rounds. ‘when your soulmate meets you, they’re going to skin you.’ “doc’s going to skin you if you don’t attend to your final rounds.”

he spends the rest of his day grumbling to himself. about how he hopes the sprain doesn’t affect his soulmate’s performance, whoever they are and with whatever they do. how maybe he doesn’t have a soulmate and he shouldn’t even care. about how he wished everyone would stop commenting on it like he does this on purpose and maybe not having one would someone make it better to bear.

it doesn’t help. however, the breaks suji gives him to ice his leg, and the ride in the wheelchairs make him feel a bit better.

‘i swear this asshole’s got it out for me.’ han says the minute he walks into taeyang’s apartment. tae’s got his ankle elevated, and iced properly. the great british bake-off is on the television and he’s got a tub of ice cream to accompany him. han takes on look at him and whatever he’s about to say leaves in favor of him chugging another tub into the couch.

“i love you.”

not being able to dance much makes him antsy, so he spends the time he would be practicing extra, bingeing shows. their instructor has long since kicked him out the studio because he mopes around so much.

‘you’ll get a stomach-ache shoveling that ice cream.’ “don’t care.” because he knows where this is going and he’s glad han didn’t mention anything about the soul-who-mate and the bond-whatever-thing. “who’s got it out for you other than teacher kim?”

‘my fuckin’ soulmate.’ said after han’s grabbed a spoon and lounged beside his friend. taeyang holds the tub over, eyes never leaving the screen and keeps it steady while his friend digs a big scoop into it. the great thing about breaks is the diet can break and their instructor will never know.

‘swear this kid has an issue, it’s not even eleven and my head’s already spinning, teacher kim let me leave practice early.’ han’s legs are up, underneath taeyang’s for support, but up nonetheless. “remember that night you were throwing up for two hours? maybe this is payback.” taeyang doesn’t know why he’s entertaining the conversation but he might as well. it’s his silent payback for all he endures from his friends and colleagues. doesn’t feel too good but he manages a smug grin after he says it, especially when han’s shoving at his side, light but with good measure. ‘i’ll pay him back when i kick his ass.’

there’s a sentiment.

“yeah yeah.” so they go back to eating.

taeyang’s been off his ankle, well his feet, and trying to stay in good spirits. the theater keeps him banned unless there’s changes to his positioning, and the hospital keeps him front desk and off rounds. can’t have a nurse doing rounds in a wheelchair is what they said.

so he’s sitting there, twiddling his fingers around, checking in and filing paperwork. it passes time, time he would prefer not surrounded by new nurses hoping to get their love story with their soulmate at the hospital. he’s got an hour until he’s off and ready to shovel another tub of ice cream. his stomach’s been surprisingly resilient.

he’s handing back papers when it happens.

and taeyang, like in all the stories he’s heard, yelps. yelps instantly and in a way that causes the water to topple onto him and the patient he’s handing the papers to. if he weren’t too busy examining his fingers he’d attend to them, but suji’s already doing so. apologizing in his place and eyeing him like he’d grown a head.

'tae what’s wrong?’ suji is at his side asking after following him to the back. “my hands------.” taeyang - who already bruises easily, is eyeing both of his hands that are currently on fire. literally, they feel like they’re burning and not the kind he’s used to when he’s been pulling stunts for hours. fire like they’ve been dipped in hot water. “they’re burning.” they’re shaking and suji’s quick to hold them over the faucet. her hands are quick, as are her questions. ‘think you were exposed to anything?’ “no, i was front desk all day.” ‘did you spill any coffee when you handed those papers back?’ “you know I don’t drink coffee.”

he doesn’t mean to snap, the pain’s fading anyway. as quick as it hit him, it’s starting to dull into a slight ache. suji’s still giving him the same look, some concern still present but now it’s merely confusion.

taeyang’s shift ends around 4:00pm that day, but he gets more and more shocks like this throughout the afternoon and into the night. the same quick burn, though not as painful, always as annoying and switching from his hands to his wrists to even his thighs. han is laughing with every yelp and curse.

‘guess this is their payback.’ taeyang’s busy wrapping a wet cold rag around his hands and balling it into a fist. it’s soothing for now and he has a feeling he needs to buy some aloe tomorrow. he focused on the sensation that he almost doesn’t hear han, almost doesn’t want to.

but there’s no other explanation for this. and even as he scowls, elbow propped on the kitchen counter, a part of his chest leaps in relief.

‘you look dead inside.’ “leave me alone han.”

it was cute the first few days. it’s been a few weeks and now it’s getting old. the pain that is. taeyang’s more or less used to it. the time periods fluctuated but now they happen for about seven to eight hours, midday. they’re not as long anymore, still as painful. taeyang cannot being to imagine what his soulmate does. doesn’t want to. he just wants to stop the sharp pain that’s been attacking him. the same pain that’s heightened whenever he’s at the hospital and surprisingly enough, he’s at the hospital more for as long as this injury persists.

so he just sits at the front desk jumping in his seat each time.

han’s paying him a visit on one of his rare off-days. really he’s slacking off to rub this in his face.

‘just think, you and your soulmate have never been closer.’ ‘people would kill to be this close to their soulmate.’ suji pipes in, she’s been bandaging and re-bandaging his fingers. taeyang bruises easily so he can recognize the telltale signs of a burn. not serious just annoying.

just what the heck-a-doodle does his soulmate do?

‘maybe he’s a welder, or a blacksmith? that’s hot.’ “shut-up han.” ‘maybe he’s a firefighter, that’s hotter.’ taeyang makes to flick him from over the counter and suji is quick to hold both hands down and firm in her lap. ‘maybe taeyang won’t kill you in your sleep, shut up han.’ han just slides himself along the counter, cheek pressed to what’s supposed to be the most sanitized area in the most sanitized building. taeyang scowls, and suji mirrors him. ‘he’d be doing me a favor these headaches -’ “aren’t strong enough because you’re still talking.” he gets a look, one that can only meet his cheeks puffed and red because he’s had enough of han’s teasing, enough of these damn burns and enough of the soulmate talk. ‘ooooh, soulmate-bound taeyang is feisty. i like this you better can I call dibs and tell your soulmate I saw you first?’ this time taeyang really does flick his forehead, would’ve made to strangle him but he gets another burn and sits himself right back down.

‘paybaaaack.’ han sings on his way down the hall. taeyang - childish and a little fed up is on his way after him.

‘oh, you’re back! soulmate sprain again?’ ( “come back here han!” ) “no, got a few burns, just wanna make sure they’re not serious.” ( ‘testy! testy! doth your soulmate know you're chasing after other men!’ ) ‘they don’t look serious just from here, but I can set you up for a quick check?’ ( “you won’t worry about those headache when you’re six feet under!” ) ‘seems my uh - assistant nurse is busy so I can take you back and take a look.’ “that works, i’ve got to head back to work real soon.” ( ‘you can’t threaten me in a hospital that’s contradicting!’ ) ‘sure thing, give me one second.’ ( “at least people here can help you after I’m done with you!” ) ‘TAE COME WATCH THE FRONT!’

tae’s back, han’s head snug under his arm. he bows sheepishly and quickly to the patient while taking suji’s spot in the chair. ‘behave.’ is all she says and taeyang simply nods, han once again leaning against the counter, whistling like before. taeyang doesn’t pay attention to whoever suji leads to the back, knowing he couldn’t perform a checkup with his fingers like this either way.

“okay but what if he was a firefighter.” he tosses a pen at han and calls it a day.

as the bruises start to diminish, taeyang’s much more careful on his feet as the opening night approaches. he’s put too much in this to injure himself, even accidentally.

( and even if he won’t admit it, the actual confirmation of a soulmate has him a little wary. he could be spiteful in thought but now that he knew, in hindsight he felt bad for all the pain caused from his clumsiness. )

they’ve been rehearsing positioning for hours this past week and this has been one of those accidental all-nighter days. han’s soulmate has apparently been showing him mercy and taeyang hasn’t had a burn in about a month. their teacher however, has increased practice time and taeyang has to make up for time missed. this means nights slept in the studio and fatigue that almost has suji sending him home.

‘time to cash out that gift card!’ han’s slipping a surprisingly energetic arm around taeyang’s neck. the one thing almost knocking him over and the one thing preventing him from keeling over. it’s support like this, and the rush he’s anticipating opening night, that keeps him going. not coffee. taeyang’s not a coffee drinker, hence why he hasn’t sought out the place this gift card belongs to. with his schedule he knows he’ll grow far too accustomed and addicted to the effect of the caffeine, he’d rather tough it out. he’ll indulge in a chai tea but that’s it.

han’s not relenting though and somewhere along the walk, suji’s joined them.

‘you two are the literal walking dead.’ she merely gets a hum, both thankful that the walk to the coffee shop is surprisingly short. figures the gift was to a place that the nurses probably frequented.

it’s cozy, wooden counters but marble flooring, lights up to indicate the coming seasons and chalkboards announcing specials and in-house flavors. coffee shops are tempting.

han’s bounding to the cashier and taeyang and suji walk side by side, suji supporting him with her arm tucked in his.

‘maybe stop overworking yourself yeah?’ said with a small nudge and the only smile taeyang can muster. ‘hey big guy, cough up the card.’ his response is cut short by han yanking him to the front. taeyang’s still processing, the warmth of the shop, of his friends and the few minutes of freedom they have. he looks up and though the eyes don’t quite convey warmth, his chest curls regardless.

because this barista is handsome, a little too handsome. it feels like a set-up. the look he’s getting however, shows that he’s staring a being a little weird. typical.

“hello.” the misplaced greeting, followed by the brow he gets doesn’t help. han smacking his back definitely doesn’t help. ‘what can I get you?’ “o-oh I don’t drink coffee.” ‘this is a coffee shop, you’re aware?’ taeyang’s glad the only ones in the shop are the cashier and his one co-worker, and his friends even if he’s ready to kick them out if they snicker anymore. he feels his cheeks heat up with each passing minute. which is normal, he’s always like this in front of a handsome man, just hwy now when he’s tired as hell and dizzy off good vibes. he can’t think straight but the look he’s getting is telling him he better think or get out. he pulls himself together as hastily as he can. “yes i’m ordering for three. well for them, but mine won’t be coffee - they’ll order and I’ll take whatever’s sweet that isn’t coffee?” he holds the card out, and han supplies right away, ‘he’ll take you he means.’ if taeyang didn’t want to get out of there so fast, he would’ve strangled han immediately. instead he refuses to meet the barista’s eye and holds out the card, satisfied when it leaves his fingers. ‘han let him live.’ suji’s rubbing at his back while han mouths his order enthusiastically. taeyang is busy rushing towards the pick-up area, ignoring han’s attempts to soften the embarrassment and smother him in hugs.

‘ah don’t worry,’ ( ‘oh, you work here?.’ ) ‘at least your soulmate will find the blubbering cute. hopefully.’ “let’s just get your drinks and go.” ( “it’s the only way I could pop over there during my shift.” ) ‘be patient, mr. handsome is making you something sweet.’ ( ‘well that explains the burns.’ ) taeyang is close, too close to strangling han this time, but he’s bounding over to get the drinks. suji’s making her way over as well, opting for a black coffee instead so she’s already got her drink.

‘wow he knows you too well.’ taeyang decides to ignore the comment as he reaches for the drink, ignoring that there’s a be careful written neatly on the side. his cheeks heat up effectively at that. “did you guys tell him i’m clumsy?” he’s defensive and it could just be the fatigue. ‘no, though he was talking with suji just now.’ taeyang fixes her with a look and she throws her hands up. “fine.” taeyang reaches for the drink, ready to warm up and run out.

‘you’re going to need a slip for that.’ maybe it’s the proximity of the voice, right above his head. maybe it’s that it’s not han or suji and the last time he checked those were the only two beside him. maybe it’s because when he whips his head up, he’s not expecting the cashier, maybe another co-worker but not him, calculating gaze and all. maybe it’s the fact that the universe isn’t quite done with him for the day. but taeyang’s halfway into picking up the drink, both hands fasten, when the voice makes him a tad too jelly in his belly, he startles and the contents spill over the top and all over his hands.

he’s far too used to the feeling, but it stills has him dropping the cup abruptly, causing more to spill right in his direction and on the floor. taeyang yelps, as he’s done for the past month and a half. he doesn’t expect the hiss he hears as he jumps back.

despite the lack of people in the coffee shop, it’s quieter than before. taeyang stills, han and suji are no longer laughing and he knows - knows their eyes are on him. just as he knows the cashier’s are as well.

he’s scared to look up. scared to move. he knows his face is as red hot as his hands feels.

‘no way.’ han’s comment makes it inevitable. because there’s no way, but he has to check.

he has to.

he uses what willpower he has left in him and looks up.

sure enough the cashier is shaking out his hand face turned up in a mixture of annoyance and pain. taeyang knows the expression too well. but he’s not too sure, how can he be sure that it was him. he’s staring again he knows it. but the words won’t come.

at that moment the cashier crosses his arms, gaze never leaving taeyang’s, and pinches right above his palm. taeyang yelps again, because for him, that’s the spot where the tea just spilled, sensitive and a little red. barista boy doesn’t yelp at all, though he does hiss a bit, the same hiss he’d heard earlier. and taeyang’s suspicions are confirmed.

and he’s rendered silent again. for less than obvious reasons. not the fact that his soulmate - his soulmate because this man is his soulmate he’d just proved it! but his soulmate - is gorgeous one, and is staring him down right after he’d made a fool of himself. mind the fact that taeyang’s first impression was him embarrassing himself.

what does one even say in this situation? right now he’s wishing han didn’t choose now to be so silent. he could use the embarrassing lines to break the ice.

the cashier beats him to it.

‘you’re the one who keeps falling everywhere he steps.’ “i’m so-so sorry about that.” is all taeyang manages, partially because he anticipated this response. because everything everyone told him is coming to fruition. because he’s sure this man is about to give him an earful about how much he’s suffered. and for some reason, taeyang can’t bear it.

so he bolts.

right out the door. out of his soulmate’s sight.

‘sweetie i head you found them!’ “grhghh.” ‘suji told me he’s very handsome!’ “hmnnhng” ‘what’s their name, you exchanged numbers right!’ “hgghshhshssgghfg.”

that’s how he’s been the past few days. huddled in his room studying, huddled in the back of the nurse’s quarters doing paperwork, or huddled far beside their dance instructor so han can’t bother him.

it’s a lot of things. the embarrassment. the crippling realization that he does have a soulmate. and...the embarrassment.

‘i think this is the safest I’ve ever seen him su.’ ‘i’d prefer if he was bouncing off the walls.’

taeyang ignores them and continues. it’s not just because of his soulmate, he has a show coming up, he’d rather not screw up performance chances on his own clumsiness. ( but yes it has a little to do with his soulmate - the barista - who happens to be his soulmate. )

‘oh, han look who’s here. tae’s been really careful so it can’t be an injury?’ “i’m assuming he’s never this careful?” ‘well, we have a showcase coming up. but even so - this is new.’ ‘he’s just being a little baby about everything don’t mind him.’ ‘just waltz over to him, he won’t know what hit him.’ ‘han.’ ‘seriously, he’s been wrecking him brain about how to speak to you.’ ‘han.’

taeyang’s mopping by the back entrance doors, as far out of earshot as his gossiping friends as well. all they’re going to talk about is how he won’t man up and how uncharacteristically careful he’s being, so he’d rather not be there. rather not face what he doesn’t have not.

‘there you are.’ his muscles should really just prepare for this clumsiness at this point, and have procedures in place. for times like now when he’s so startles he steps back into where he just mopped and feels himself losing balance.

the hand that graces his back and hand is brief but it steadies him. steadies him enough to get a good look at who he’s dealing with, who he’s talking to.

‘don’t you have a showcase or something, shouldn’t you be more careful?’ to that taeyang just blinks. too many questions. how’d he get here? how’d he find him? was he looking for him? why he’s getting scolded, if this was even a scolding?

“our recent show, opens in a week.” ‘so - acting? singing?’ “dancing.” ‘that explains it.’ the look of realization, and the silent oh has taeyang’s face heating up again. he wants to bolt again but the man’s standing in front of the only exit. ‘you look like you’re about to bolt again.’ “no, i’m strategically planning my safe but swift escape.” ‘when do you get off?’ “what - I - in about three hours.” now he’s really planning his escape, eyes flitting from the possible exits and maneuvers he could do around the male and the still drying floor. ‘wait here. when you’re unsupervised you make messes. i’m tired of limping around work and I don’t feel like another stomachache because you stuff yourself when you can’t perform. so where you go, when i’m off. i’ll go.’ “I don’t need a babysitter.” taeyang is indignant, and a little unafraid to show it. ‘i’m not charging you, though I should. think of me as a manager.’ “not sure this an appropriate relationship.” ‘wasn’t aware we were dating.’ that turns taeyang’s cheeks a color he can feel. and has him looking the man in the eye fully for the first time.

he notes a few things, that he’s still in his work uniform with his nametag still on. that his name is hyunshik and he’s probably a few centimeters shorter than taeyang. that the presence he stands with makes up for it, and the look he gives taeyang is unwavering. not challenging but - something.

he swallows.

“i don’t like coffee.” ‘i’m not too fond of ballet.’

they stay like that for another minute before taeyang turns his entire body to face hyunshik.

“i don’t only do ballet.” ‘i don’t only make coffee.’

somewhere along the stare down and the silence, it’s becoming easy.

“i’m taeyang.” ‘i’m hyunshik.’

awkward. but easy.

‘so, three hours? i’ll bring you something so you don’t keel over like last time.’ “I didn’t keel!” though taeyang thinks he’s a little fine with hyunshik thinking that. ‘right. hot chocolate good?’ “yeah. ‘s fine.” it’s becoming easy but taeyang’s throat still closes up. cheeks still burn. and hyunshik still looks calm, smug, a little too controlled. it makes him want to hold onto the mop.

and when hyunshik does turn on his heels and taeyang supports his weight on the mop, he’s five seconds from letting his knees turn to mush when suji and han rush in and demand details.

if taeyang says he hates them when they both sit and watch him after his shift making sure he doesn’t leave, he tries not to show it. even as he sits bundled by the waiting room. even as he tries not to smile when hyushik holds out the hot chocolate he definitely has not been anticipating. taeyang’s thank you if muffled by the foam that reaches his lips. they walk nowhere in particular, though taeyang knows he could probably head home.

“were you serious?” ‘about?’ “being my manager?”

they’ve slowed down, taeyang’s always a little jittery after his shifts end and he can’t go straight to practice. hyunshik’s managed to keep his pace, also managed to keep the silence to which taeyang can’t quite hold onto.

‘i’m not really going to follow you around.’ “oh, so what are you going to do?” ‘what do people do in this situation?’ “i don’t know.”

he really doesn’t, and it’s making him a bit anxious. it’s probably noticeable because with every step that’s slowed, taeyang’s started to fidget more, play his fingers around the cup even more. what does he say, they haven’t even addressed the s-word and hyunshik is just throwing it out there. taeyang wants to meet his level of nonchalance.

but he can’t even meet his eye.

‘i don’t know either. so let’s just focus on keeping you from further injury. okay?’ “okay.”

they don’t address the s-word much that night. nor do they address it for a while.

hyunshik works consistently, diligently too as he’s stopped burning himself with coffee. taeyang does the same, with opening night becoming closer and closer and practices becoming later and later. somehow, taeyang starts to rush over with a bandaid when he feels that little sting, somehow hyunshik stops giving him a strange look even after he tells him he doesn’t need it. just how taeyang stops laughing whenever hyunshik brandishes an ice pack after particularly long nights and watches him ice it, with a determination taeyang sometimes falls asleep laughing at. somehow, taeyang manages to stay out of trouble with the company he’s acquired on walks home and walks to practice.

( somehow he’s managed to find hyunshik’s morning grumpiness appealing, morning grumpiness with his signature drink that is. just as he finds hyunshik teaching him the recipe for the hot chocolate late in the evening when the only light is the dimmed ones of the shop about to close, equally as appealing ).

somehow, when he searches the audience opening night, he knows exactly what to look for and what kind of smile to give. not to suji, holding up the giant sign with silly pictures of him and han. or to the person next to her, a recently familiar face that’s helping her hold up the sign and looking better sober past eight o’ clock. he’s not looking at them but at someone beside them, with their hat pulled a little low but only because he’s probably just got off work and the lights are starting to glare. taeyang knows exactly what smile to give.

shy, but knowing. relieved but giddy.

because hyunshik will say he’s tired of these late night rehearsals, tired of taeyang leaning against him after it all smelling of sweat and adrenaline. say he’s tired of mini heart attacks each time he sees a leap.

just as taeyang will say he’s tired of wearing band-aids. tired of the bruises blooming on his knee each time there’s a bump against the coffee grain cabinet. tired of hyunshik smelling like a coffee barn each time they walk home.

because sure they get a little tired of one another, but he gets it. and he wouldn’t trade it.

BONUS.

somewhere in the far future. ( give or take three months of pining and courting? )

‘it’s hot tae.’ they’re standing in taeyang’s kitchen, now occupied with every ingredient to make and spice up his favorite hot chocolate recipe. the only thing he states he might like more than hyunshik. might. taeyang’s reaching for the mug, a special one he’d bought off the coffee shop during their own winter raffle. he’s wrapped in a blanket because as easily as he bruises, he easily gets sick and hyunshik refuses to miss any days come christmas time.

“i know it’s hot.” he’s been dieting since their show started and today’s his only cheat day before they go back into the swing of things. hyunshik knows and agreed to a hot chocolate and s’mores night to commemorate. he’s basically indulging his boyfriend so he doesn’t whine about his dieting during the holidays. taeyang knows and he’s loving it.

just as he’s loving the smell of the hot chocolate the closer it gets.

‘tae, blow on it first.’ “it’s fineeee.”

it’s not fine and a singed tongue and lip are what he has to show for it. a two second dip in that chocolate beast and he’s recoiling, grabbing for the whipped cream and hyunshik’s taking the mug.

‘let me see you big baby.’ and taeyang’s in pain, a little pouty and clumsy with a mouthful of whipped cream but what else is new.

what’s new is the recent change in their status ( taeyang was quick to add him to his instagram page, with a coffee mug so he could be discreet ) and hyunshik’s general openness about the fact. that is, hands curled around him when he’s cocooned like this, or reaching for his face after the incident. still scowling a tad, still looking calm and a tad bit uninterested. taeyang thinks it’s just his face.

“i’m fine.” taeyang is stubborn and hyunshik cracks the first laugh of the night hands still closed over the younger’s cheeks. half is for how stubborn the younger can be after not listening to him, the other at the fact that he sprayed so much whipped cream, some still left on the same lip he’s jutting out. ‘yeah? you sure?’ “yeah, just a slight burn.” thumbs start to circle his cheeks, eyebrows start to rise and hyunshik for once is looking like the mischievous one. even as he leans in taeyang knows his legs will betray him. even as hyunshik stops when only foreheads touch and breaths cross. he smiles to himself and taeyang can already tell - ‘you’re not going to keel over are you?’ “i hate you.”

but hyunshik closes in and taeyang doesn’t care if he keels or not.

#rosaeau #au.#( i should challenge myself more while i have time but i just wanted something light first #( also hm this got long wasn't expecting that )#{ w: taeyang. }

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Soulmates

@mooshie05 Had submitted a request to me that had been bouncing around my head! Basically everyone has a soulmate, and before you meet them you share their physial pain. I tweaked it slightly to fit better with what I had in my head, I hope that’s okay! (Also because the idea of someone just bleeding randomly terrified me and brought far too many logistical problems for my tired butt to deal with.) Anyway, a little short but I hope you enjoy!

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Annabeth was pretty sure that if she wouldn't absolutely love her soul mate, she'd hate him. Clearly the whatever God there was must have had a sense of humor when designing their world. Yes, everyone in the world was born with a soulmate. Someone who'd be your other half, someone you'd live happily with as long as no accidents happened. Someone who could quiet your demons, and stoke your flames. Someone that would show you home wasn't a place, but a person. Sounds wonderful, right? The only problem was the first way you learned about them was through pain. Yes, before someone met their soulmate they had a connection. Unfortunately it wasn't some romantic longing or feeling. No, it was whenever your partner was bruised, cut, scarred or injured, you would feel a ghost of their pain.

Most of the time it wasn't that big of a deal. Occasionally there'd be some pain, enough to make you worry about them, and feel relieved when they healed knowing they were out there somewhere living their life.

Of course sometimes the worst happened. A soulmate died before you ever met them, or was in a horrible accident. It was an utterly tragic event, and physical pain aside, the emotional pain crippled a person. Years of therapy were often required to help the person cope with the loss of an unknown half of their being, and sometimes they never recovered. Luckily it wasn't as common as it could be thankfully.

It was something most people feared, but for some reason Annabeth didn't really fear that.

No, her soulmate seemed so determined to find ways to hurt himself, he was clearly to stubborn to die. She knew absolutely nothing about him, other than the fact he was clearly living some sort of fun life. It was a rare day that she woke up without some phantom ache or pain. Some reminder that “Hey! I'm your soulmate, I'm out here, and I'm a dumb ass!”

As annoying as it was, it was something Annabeth had learned to get kind of used to. She had also put a lot of thought into it, wondering if she could piece together what kind of person her soulmate was, so she could seek him out, meet him to end the dreaded pain sharing, then kick his butt for putting her through so much.

But despite all the time she spent thinking about it, the best guess she could come up with was some sort of sport. The injures were always the knees, elbows, ankles, and butt. Not the usual suspects for someone who got into a lot of fights, or someone seeking pain. No, those seemed like the normal signs of some athletic kid with no concern for his own safety, or seemingly hers.

Why couldn't he be like her? She very rarely was injured on her own. Never broken a bone, never been in a fight, never even really had a bad accident. Surely she was the perfect soulmate for someone.

Once she had complained to her dad about it, and he had just smiled and said “Bear with it. No one knows what to expect, but once you meet them you'll appreciate having known they were a part of your life the whole time. Plus it'll give you a conversation starter.” He had said with a laugh. So Annabeth didn't really talk to her dad about it again, deeming him a little too unhelpful.

In the end, she tried to listen to her family and friend's advice. Just try and bear with it, and look forward to the day her patience is rewarded. Though she had to admit it got more difficult as her friends all met theirs. Piper met a boy named Jason when they were 15. Her neighbor Will met a boy named Nico not long after. Hazel met Frank early, back when they were both 13. Her friend Leo had even found his partner in a girl named Calypso. That had cemented just how powerful the soulmate connection was in her mind. Leo had always been a bit eccentric, yet he had found a wonderful girlfriend and they seemed particularly happy together.

Even Annabeth was willing to admit that she might be a little jealous. Piper said it was cause she's always studying in libraries that “Of course you haven't met him. He's having fun, you should try it sometime.”. Annabeth just brushed that off though. Surely her soul mate in life would also love libraries right? Sure he got injured often, but he must spend a decent amount of time reading her like, right? That was what she told herself at least.

The one thing Annabeth never expected to feel was worry when the pain stopped. At first she shrugged it off, relieved that she had gone a month without dealing with some kind of pain.

Around a month and a half she began to feel a little nervous. Was everything okay with him? She had no way of knowing, and just chalked it up to the change. She was never particularly fond of change anyway. She liked permanent things.

At three months, she was downright terrified. Had something happened? It wasn't like the pain had completely stopped cold. There was still the odd pain in her foot from a stubbed toe, or the ghost of a small knick from something sharp. But the usual echoes of pain were gone. Did something major happened? It couldn't have. She'd have known if anything physical had happened. Was he okay? Was he depressed? Honestly, she felt a little silly worrying about the mental health of someone she never met and literally has only caused pain for her. Then again, he was her soul mate so it was to be expected.

At about five months without any of the usual pain, Annabeth was seriously trying to figure out a plan to find him. The tiny echoes of pain she had felt let her know she hadn't met him yet, but now both her curiosity and her concern were burning together in her, making a powerful combination.

When she felt pain flare up in her knees, elbows, butt, and shoulder she almost let out a few tears of relief. It was weird, she never thought she'd be relieved to feel pain. He was back at it. Doing whatever it was he did.

“Dude, are you okay? That was nasty.” A voice called out from somewhere nearby.

Annabeth froze in place. Surely that was just a coincidence.

“I'm fine!” A voice replied.

The sound sent a ripple through her body, it felt like a switch inside her had been turned on. Like gears that had been misaligned slipped into place. Her mind kicked into overdrive and her heart was pounding. That voice. She knew she had never heard it before, but it felt so natural. Like it was a voice she had heard her whole life. It was the only voice she wanted to hear. Dropping her backpack, she turned and took off in a dead sprint towards the source of that voice.

It was him.

IT WAS HIM.

IT WAS HIM!

She knew it. From the bottom of her soul, she knew it.

Shoving past a tall blonde she vaguely recognized at Piper's soul mate, she froze. Her eyes locked with a boy on the ground, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

The boy was tall and lean, decked out in jeans and a flannel, a skateboard overturned near him. Some small part of Annabeth's mind registered the fact a skater made perfect sense, and she was a little annoyed she hadn't pieced it together before. His eyes mesmerized her, and she instantly knew she could stare at them for hours.

“Hello?” She managed to choke out, still in shock from everything in her life sliding into place.

The boy visibly reacted to her voice as his jaw dropped as if he was feeling the same thing she was. He was feeling the same thing she was.

“What's your name?” Was all he said, slowly standing up.

“Annabeth Chase.” She replied automatically as she took in his standing form. Memorizing all the little details, the way he rested his weight heavily on one foot, had only one hand in a pocket, his hat on just a little too crooked to be intentional.

“I'm Percy Jackson.” He answered her unspoken question, still studying her.

“Have you met... your soul mate?” He asked, a clear nervousness in his voice.

Nodding, Annabeth felt tears annoyingly creeping up into the corner of her eyes. She had always told herself she wouldn't be one of those girls who cried when meeting their partner. But it was just such a relief. “I think I just did.”

Hesitantly Percy took a step forward, prompting her to as well. A second later and they rushed forward, wrapping each other in a tight hug.

“I'm so glad I found you.” He murmured into Annabeth's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

“Took you long enough.” She muttered in reply, hugging him just a little bit closer.

She was also vaguely aware of Jason talking on hurried only the phone, giving her a thumbs up.

By the time Piper had rushed over, Annabeth and Percy were sitting on the edge of a planter chatting happily. She felt the awkward tension between them quickly slipping away, as they found a comfortable pace between the two of them. It was still bumpy as they pushed and pulled, figuring out each other.

Piper had immediately introduced herself to Percy as Annabeth's best friend and future bridesmaid.

Annabeth really had never expected her soulmate to fit into her life as quickly as Percy did. The constantly small dates for coffee or lunch. The messages they woke up to each morning from each other. The little bickering and banter they both found they had a habit of starting.

Percy was also nothing like she had expected. He had recently moved to the city with his mom. He hated studying, and much preferred hanging out with friends. When pestered about the sudden change in pain, and the constant pain she felt he had immediately flushed red in embarrassment and shame. Like she had guessed, he was an avid skateboarder. However after a bad spill, a friend had mentioned that his soul mate must be miserable from all the scrapes cuts and bruises he got.

Sheepishly Percy had admitted he never considered that. Sure he had always daydreamed about Annabeth, but he had never connected the fact that his skateboarding would be bad for her. So he had just stopped. But missing it, he had taken to wearing more protection and trying to play it safe. That day had actually been the first time he had been convinced to do more of the dangerous tricks again.

Annabeth couldn't help but roll her eyes fondly at how absent minded he had been. How could he have not had realized. She was planning on complaining a little more, but he had fired back that he hated paper cuts and he had been dealing with them for years as well, which had shut her up. She hadn't really considered how many she got from all her reading either. Plus, he had tried to give up his favorite hobby for her. Not something she would have wanted to him to do of course, but the sentiment still made her heard soar.

Percy's mom had also been the coolest mom ever, it had been official. She had been downright terrified of meeting her, her mom having been a bit intimidating. But Sally had welcomed her with open arms, literally. Annabeth had been swept into a hug immediately upon the door opening.

She had also found out that he was on the swim team, that he had quickly become the top swimmer on his new team. When she had rushed out and hugged him after he had won swim meet she had gone to, it had dawned on her. Never in her life would she have imagined going to a swim meet. Not to mention standing in front of others as she shared a celebratory kiss with her soul mate, the rest of the world fading from focus. Never did she imagine passing on studying to go out and learn how to skateboard. Never did she imagine that instead of snuggling up alone to enjoy a movie that she would find another's presence much more relaxing next to her on the couch.

Standing there, staring at Percy as the water dripped from his hair, his unrestrained smile directed solely at her, as if he was happier to see her than win the meet, Annabeth realized everything had changed.

For once though, she didn't mind this change. This was the start of something permanent.

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Thank you for reading! Please feel free to send me more percabeth fluff prompts anyone who is reading this! I still have a few in my inbox I will work through! I just write them as I’m inspired, no real order. The next thing I post will probably be chapter 4 of the Cafe!AU I’m working on. Till next time!

#pjo #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #HoO #Thank you for the prompt!#Please feel free to send me more folks!

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quinnhayden · 6 years

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#9 and #24 pretty puhlease!!!!

9. “You’re in love with her.”

It occurs to Steve that he’s lived with Bucky and he’s lived with Quinn, but he’s never lived with them both at the same time and Quinn and Bucky have certainly never lived with each other, either. Nowhere to run to except Wakanda now, all three of them have no choice but to settle down. T’Challa, one of the kindest people Steve has ever known, provides them sanctuary and their own personal suite.

Steve remembers how once, seventy years before, he ached for this very day to come but he didn’t think it would be so awkward. He thinks that maybe Bucky and Quinn think of themselves as intruders—Bucky because he knows Quinn and Steve are married and Quinn because…the battle with Tony took a toll on her and she’s always been under the assumption that Steve and Bucky are better off without her. Also, they literally have no idea how to live with each other. Sure, they picked up some quirks and habits back in the war, but that was when only Steve had a serum and—God, he can’t believe he’s about to say this because they were in the middle of actual an actual war zone—it was simpler then. Steve’s had the chance to live with them both, but Quinn and Bucky awkwardly skirt around one another. Well, that’s when Quinn actually comes out of the bedroom.

The first few days, Steve and Quinn scrambled—first, to make sure Bucky was okay because he lost a damn arm and, second, to break the team out of prison. Now, everyone on the team is moved in and it seems like all Quinn does these days is sleep. Bucky doesn’t sleep with them yet—the first time they tried, it was an absolute disaster. Quinn, since they’ve been here, hardly sleeps at night anymore and when she does, she has the real bad nightmares. She eats so much less, too. It isn’t even like she refuses to eat because when he shoves food in her hands, she takes it. The problem is that she just…eats less than she should. He knows that it’s bad for her health if she doesn’t consume the calories she should.

The dust has started to settle and Steve’s scared shitless that this is what’s broken Quinn.

“Hey,” Bucky murmurs as he walks into the kitchen. “You’re up early,” he remarks quietly and fixes himself a cup of coffee from the pot Steve made earlier. The truth is that Steve hasn’t been able to sleep much lately, either. He doesn’t sleep as well when he’s alone and Quinn hasn’t even tried to sleep the past few nights. “Is Quinn—”

“Went out on a hike,” Steve answers before Bucky can even finish the question. Bucky’s eyes quickly dart to the window where the sun’s barely started to peek over the horizon and then looks back at Steve with a raised brow. “Yeah, I know,” he breathes out in frustration. “Gave me some bullshit about how she’s meant to do this since we came here and how it’s cooler this early and…” He scrubs a hand across his face and huffs. “Sorry,” he says to Bucky.

“Quinn’s always been a doer,” Bucky offers. “Gal couldn’t sit still to save her life.”

“I really wish she’d learn how to,” Steve whispers miserably. “She’s burnt the fuck out—”

“You think so?” Bucky questions casually as he takes a seat across from Steve at the table. “All she’s done lately is sleep. I wouldn’t think she’s burnt out.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” Steve can’t help but snap. “Jesus Christ, Bucky, I’m so fuckin’ worried about her, but she won’t talk to me. She won’t talk to anyone—you’ve seen that, haven’t you? And she doesn’t eat the way she should with her serum and she can’t sleep a wink at night. That’s the reason she went so early. She couldn’t sleep and was too bored or just didn’t want to stick around in bed with me, so she went out to be by herself. She doesn’t want to be with anybody. She doesn’t even want to be with us.” He snaps his mouth shut and realizes that the last person who should be needlessly stressed out is Bucky. “Shit. Fuck. I’m sorry. You don’t need this put on you.”

Bucky doesn’t immediately reply. His eyes move back to the window over Steve’s shoulder and he chews on his bottom lip. With the only hand he has, he fiddles with his cup. “Don’t be sorry,” he finally replies. “Any moron that’s spent a minute around her would know she’s been…sad.” He pauses. “I’m worried about her, too.” He cuts his gaze back to Steve. “Is this because of me? Do you think—would it be easier on her if I wasn’t around?”

“No. Bucky, no.” Steve immediately tries to shut down that line of thought. “If you want to be honest, I think that’d only make things worse,” he decides to admit and Bucky’s brows knit in confusion. “If you left, even if you lied about why, she’d still find a way to blame herself for it. And you know that she has that problem where she beats herself up, but it’s only been worse since—” he doesn’t say Hydra, but the way Bucky smiles bitterly makes Steve think he heard it anyway. “After what happened with Tony, I can’t even think about how bad she blames herself. He was family and it’s not like she can see any of her other family to make up for the loss. God, and we lost Peggy, too.”

“I heard,” Bucky grunts. “So, what happened?” Steve notices how Bucky is careful to be neutral. He’s been on the other side of that tone, he thinks, but when…? It was Brooklyn. No, he heard it a few more times in the war. When they only barely knew Quinn…and then when they did know Quinn and she would talk about Peggy…hold on. Bucky’s wasn’t—he’s not…? “Did Quinn finally figure out that Carter had been in love with her since France?” Holy shit. Bucky is jealous. That’s what it’d been. He was jealous when Quinn took Steve’s attention and then he was jealous when Peggy took Quinn’s attention. “I forgot that you’re almost as oblivious as Quinn is,” Bucky says under his breath as he mistakes Steve’s surprise for being over the revelation. “I never could see how you two didn’t see it. Carter made it pretty damn clear about how she felt. For fuck’s sake, she donated her blood to Quinn in France, don’t you remember?” His jaw clenches. “I finally pinned Carter down and told her to back off.”

Steve’s mouth drops. “You did what?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” Bucky actually turns his head away, but Steve can see Bucky’s cheeks start to turn red. “I’m sorry, okay? I know you two were sweet on Carter, but I couldn’t take it anymore. She was so…so—” he works his jaw for a few seconds. “I said, you’re in love with her, aren’t you? I said, she’s my soulmate, Carter, not yours. I said, if you ever try to take her away from me, I’ll never let you rest. You could kill me and I’d claw my way out of the grave to hunt you down.”

Jesus Christ, who knew that Bucky had such a jealous streak? Well, Steve kind of knew a little because Bucky always bristled when someone actually showed a little interest in skinny Steve, but still. “Bucky, why would you do that? You know Quinn would never run behind our backs.”

“Of course I know that,” he snarls. “Give me a break, Steve. I was dramatic back then, you know that. I was a dumb kid who was scared because he almost lost his soulmate. I took it out on her, I don’t know.” His lips thin. “Look, I eventually did say sorry about the way I acted. After she pummeled Moore within an inch of his life, I knew she only wanted what was best for Quinn.” He rubs the back of his neck and sighs. “Guess Carter took care of her when me ‘n you were both dead, huh?”

“Yeah, they, uh—it’s complicated? They were complicated, but who isn’t? Eventually, they did have their chance. They were in love and they actually lived with each other, too. Problem was that Peggy was only getting older and she finally decided she wanted to cut it off before it was too late. When I was out of the ice and before Peggy got too bad, when I talked to her, she told me she just wanted to save Quinn some pain in the long run. She would’ve rather Quinn hate her for breaking her heart than having Quinn watch her fade the way that ended up happening.”

“I’m sorry about Carter,” Bucky finally decides to say. “You both cared about her a lot.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “I realized that there’s so much about you two I don’t know. The past two years, I tried to read whatever I could find in libraries and on the internet. It helped with memories and…helped me understand what you’ve been up to. I wasn’t happy that you were in ice,” he remarks with a frown that makes Steve look away. “There’s only so much in books about Quinn and that’s not the half of it. They aren’t from her side and—”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. He understands because the same happened with him when he came out of the ice. “Yeah, it’s a lot, I know. There’s seventy years’ worth.” He smiles a little. “You should get started on that. Go talk to her. Get her out of her damn head for a little bit. She won’t fuss nearly as much if it’s you that checks on her.“

24. "You’re trembling.”

About a month now that they’ve been settled down in Wakanda and Quinn has come to learn, above all else, that it absolutely sucks ass to have two soulmates that spent time in—and out of, in one’s case—ice. Steve and Buck would both die the happiest men in the world to never be cold another day in their lives and Quinn loves the heat, of course she does, but it…doesn’t work as well with her body anymore. The brand of serum she has ramps up her core body temperature to a ridiculously high number and she’s actually had more than one heat stroke in the past because she overdid it on a mission located in a hot climate zone. Quinn’s also come to learn and accept that she’d die to keep her soulmates happy…which is probably what’ll happen soon as they move into the dead heat of summer.

Quinn, at least, has a little reprieve at this exact second because Steve went to spend some time with Sam and Bucky went to see the doctors and scientists about his arm. Finally, she was able to crank up the air conditioner. She knows she’ll have to turn it back down when one of them comes back, but that makes her relish this time all the more. Sprawled out on the couch, she’s happy as a clam that she doesn’t stick to the leather because of sweat.

Then, the door to the suite opens, and she hears a pained hiss. So, Bucky’s back. She sits up andwatches him walk into view. He stops when he spots her on the couch and his eyes roam up and down her body. “Are you—” he squints at her. “How the hell areyou able to walk around in your panties when it’s cold as shit in here?” He rubs his arm and shudders. “Jesus, Quinn, put some clothes on. You’ll end up with hypothermia.”

“Sorry,” she mutters as her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I’ll turn the air conditioner down.” Her head tilts to the side as she stares back at him. “Hey, you’re trembling,” she points out worriedly and he shifts uncomfortably. “Nothing happened while you saw the doctors, did it?”

“No,” he answers. She raises a brow, unimpressed with that weak answer. “I’m serious. It went as okay as it could have. No, that’s not the problem. Uh—” he shivers and wraps his arms around himself. “I have problems with—how’d the doctors say it? I have issues with regulating my body temperature? Being in and out of the ice really fucked with my body. I’m cold all the goddamn time.”

“Bucky,” she squawks, horrified. “Bucky, why didn’t you tell us?” Jesus fuck, if she knew that then she never would’ve bothered the thermostat in the firstplace. It’ll take forever for the whole suite to warm up.

“I didn’t want to put you two out any more than I already have,” he confesses. She quickly hops to her feet and he rolls his eyes. “Quinn, God, I’m not a baby. I’ve dealt with worse. You don’t have to—will you listen to me? Quinn? Quinn,” she decidedly ignores him. With a frustrated groan, he catches her arm as she moves past him, and every inch of his body locks up. She freezes in place. “Oh,” he whispers. “Oh.”

She watches as Bucky’s eyes widen with shock and then he stares at her with what she can only describe as wonder. Completely baffled by the shift in mood, she’s the one to shift uncomfortably now. “What?”

“You’re so…” He sprawls his fingers out for a second and then starts to move his hand up and down her arm. She doesn’t try to make a peep but, Lord, it feels good to have him touch her again. “God, you’re so hot,” he whispers in awe. “Why are you so hot?”

“The, uh, well…see, my version of the serum—” her brows knit together. “Did Steve really not tell you about this?” He shakes his head. “I’ll spare you the science because no one’s still totally sure, but basically all you need to know is that I burn really hot. Really, really, really hot,” she fumbles to explain. “I’m not even sure I’m able to get hypothermia anymore. Maybe if I was stuck in the middle of the arctic tundra and there was a blizzard?”

“Christ, you’re lucky,” he blurts.

“Not so much on scorchers like today,” she bitterly remarks.

“You mean the heat…?” He grimaces. “Yeah, I see where that’d be a problem.” He runs a hand throughhis hair and sighs. “Look at us. We’re a pair, aren’t we? An icicle and a…really hot gal,” he lamely finishes and she laughs a little. Somehow, over the past seventy years, Steve’s become the more suave one between him and Bucky whereas Bucky’s turned more awkward. She’s a little in love with him right now.

Suddenly, a light bulb flicks on over her head. Quinn is hot. Bucky is cold. Quinn would like the air conditioner to stay on, but Bucky needs heat. “Can I hug you?” she asks excitedly but doesn’t wait for an answer. She wraps her arms around Bucky, gives him some all-encompassing heat, and it doesn’t even take thirty seconds before his trembling starts to slow.

“Oh, God,” he moans filthily and his arms latch around her. “Oh, fuck. Yes, I see where you’re going with this. You’re so smart. I knew you had the most brains of the bunch. Yes. Please keep doing this. No. Wait. Can we actually move this someplace more comfortable?”

And that’s how they end up cuddling in the bed. It isn’t so hot that Quinn’s unbearable to be underneath the blankets. Bucky’s plastered against the front of her, his arms around her, his cold nose pressed into the crook of her neck. All his appendages were like fucking ice against her skin when they first crawled in bed, but he’s warmer now, she can tell. Actually, this is so fucking comfortable that she could fall asleep right now.

“Next time you get to be too cold, let me know,” she murmurs.

“Next time you’re burning up too much, let me know,” he shoots back. “You’re a fucking furnace. I love you so much.”

Quinn laughs. “You only love my body, but I love you, too.”

#here's some angst and then fluff #i wanted an excuse to write cuddling #my fic #taylor answers magical people

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mariestherapeutics · 7 years

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Short Story: Cry Wolf Finale, starring Junmyeon. Genre: Wolf!AU, Fluff, Romance Word Count: 7,270 A/N: WARNING: Mentions of sex. Here's the last part to Cry Wolf everyone. ;u; I'm glad this became such a popular story, and I hope that you all continue to love and ask for Wolf!Myeon in the future during drabble games and/or requests. :')This part also went in a direction I hadn't planned it to, so it's pretty long. XD

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(♫) 'Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen. Baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory.

"So in lamens terms, mating season is when we get super horny and have babies." You deadpan, much to Junmyeon's discomfort.

"You don't have to word it like that..." He murmurs, blushing a deep red and looking away shyly. "It's supposed to be intimate and romantic and unifying, not wild and full of lust." He tells you.

Honestly, you're really glad that someone finally decided to give you the talk, but it wasn't until after Junmeyon's heat receded completely that it happened.

(Two days ago...)

You toss in your bed restlessly, unable to block out the sounds of nature even with your earbuds. Huffing irritably, you decide that you won't be able to fall asleep and get out of bed, wrapping yourself up in your blankets to stay warm. It was nearly mid-April, but the temperature outside was still biting.

There were nights, like tonight, where Junmyeon's dad insisted that you slept over (in a separate room than his son, though, for God's sake) for reasons he wouldn't elaborate on, but you never complained. You liked being near your mate as much as possible, so even sleeping in the same house was enough for you.

As quietly as you can manage to, you tip toe to your bedroom door before realizing the hallway light is on. When you open it, you wonder if someone just forgot to turn it off because the house is dead silent.

Curiously, you wander around the home, peeking your head into the kitchen, bathrooms, living room, and even your boyfriend's bedroom, but find no one. Concluding that you were being pranked, because this kind of thing is something you'd do, you haughtily decide to pack up your things now and just go home. If they thought they could jump scare you then they have another thing coming.

Your clothes are gathered and bundled up in your backpack, and by the time you sneak to the front door, you realize something else. The door is unlocked.

"Maybe they went out?" You wonder aloud, slowly pushing the door ajar. The chilling night air sends shivers down your spine, despite the blanket you still had around your shoulders, but you barely think about it because something catches your attention. "Mr. Kim? What are you doing out here at this hour?"

Junmyeon's dad turns around and looks at you in surprise, like he didn't notice you creeping up on him. It's a first, and it surprises you, too, because all the werewolves you know always smell you beforehand. "Oh, _____, you're up already?" He asks briskly, seeming unfocused. "What time is it?" He inquires, looking up at the sky. Apparently he makes out the time because he wrinkles his nose at you in confusion. "You should be in bed still."

"What's going on? I can't sleep with all the noise." You tell him, not bothering to hide your vexation. You love sleeping, almost as much as you love your boyfriend and family.

"I guess now is as good a time as ever to tell you..." Yesung mumbles, running a hand through his hair messily. When he does that, you see his resemblance to his son, and it makes you miss him a little. Where was your were-mate right now? His dad glances at you the second you think that, and you remember that all wolves can sense emotions, not just soulmates. You look down at your feet in embarrassment. "It's fine," He chuckles, motioning to the porch swing for you to sit. You do, pulling your feet up and under you and wrapping the blanket completely around you as he sits next to you. "I expect you're missing Junmyeon?"

You nod slightly, still avoiding his gaze shyly. "Where is he?" You dare ask.

"The wolves eat tonight." He replies.

You look at him.

He looks at you.

"I don't get it." You admit, unabashed. "You guys eat every night, I'm confused." Your ignorance and purity seems to amuse him, because he starts laughing. "What? Why are you laughing!" You complain, feeling more and more in the dark than usual.

"Obviously we eat every night, like you do," He says, wiping the edges of his eyes humorously. "But every month, us werewolves go into the forest and prey." He explains. "It's our primal instincts that come out when we do, and other than being totally stress relieving, it's a remedy for unending--"

He stops short, eyes widening and gaze turning in the direction of the trees. He sniffs the air once, twice, then sighs and shakes his head disappointingly. "That dumb ass.." You hear him grumble before he stands up. "Junmyeon's coming, but you may want to go inside before he smells you."

"How come..?" You ask unsurely, wanting to see your boyfriend but also wary of why you should leave. "He won't eat me, will he?" You ask dumbly, which makes Yesung laugh again.

"No, he's just... probably not a sight you want to see right now." He tells you. You don't know what that means, but you stubbornly stay seated on the swing and wait until you hear twigs snapping in the distance, before standing up and anticipating Junmyeon's arrival.

And like his father said, what you see is a sight you didn't want to.

You literally drop your jaw in horror.

"_____?" You hear his melodic voice call your name, and though it fills you with warmth, you can't help but step back when he approaches the porch. "I thought I smelled you. Did you wait up to see me?" He grins happily, but stops feet away from you when he sees your expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Um..." You stammer, looking for a more obvious answer. "Maybe because you're covered in blood?" You appear to be the only one rattled by this, because he merely looks down at himself and shrugs.

"It's just animal blood." He says, stepping closer. "You've seen it before, haven't you?"

"Doesn't matter," You immediately retreat, pointing at his face. "It's on your mouth, too." He halts his movements, frowning at you as he wipes his lips with his sleeve. Under the porch light, you see something different about him. His pupils are blown wide, almost covering up the brown in it completely. It unsettles you, because despite having seen Junmyeon in his wolf form, he feels more like an animal this way than ever. He looks... savage.

He wrinkles his nose at you because you're sending off some bad vibes, and you immediately feel bad for thinking that about him. You should know by now that Junmyeon will forever be part animal; it's in his blood. There's nothing wrong with him for that.

Sensing your change in attitude, he starts smiling at you again. "I can hug you because it doesn't matter, right?" He asks, taking another step.

“It does on account of you being covered in blood. And wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.” You roll your eyes when he begins to tip toe in your direction playfully. You hold your hand out to stop him, and thankfully, he does. "Shower first, hug next." You tell him, and though he pouts, he obeys and heads inside his home.

You didn't notice Yesung smiling at you until he clears his throat. "You handled that better than I thought you would." He admits, and you try to hide the swell of pride that rises in your chest. "I could tell you were conflicted at first, but you came to terms with it." He states, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I'm beginning to like you as his mate."

This catches you off guard, and you blink at him in surprise. "You mean you didn't like me before?" You ask him, and he chuckles at your reaction. Why he thinks everything that comes out of your mouth is a joke is beyond you.

"Of course I didn't," He says, "And before you bombard me with more questions, think about it." He asks of you. "My close friend brings his daughter into my home and suddenly my son is having trouble keeping his hormones in check. The next thing I know, he's telling me that this human girl, who is reckless, selfish, borderline rude, and most of all ignorant to our lifestyle," He ignores the glares you shoot at him and continues on, still smiling, "is his mate."

"Wow, must have been quite a shocker." You say sarcastically.

"Let me add sarcastic to that list of cons," He muses. "I didn't like this girl, to say the least. Yeah, she was polite around me, but she didn't respect my village's customs, and when she finally had some knowledge of what we were, she went and scared my poor son half to death by running away from him after he shifted." He looks away then, probably reliving the memory. "I told him it was too early, but he was so set on getting you to understand." He grumbles. "Anyway, after that, she was decent because she tried to learn more. She was still ignorant to a lot, but she wasn't just some city girl anymore."

As he tells his story, you feel yourself listening intently. You've never heard his thoughts on your relationship with Junmyeon before and right now you're learning a lot.

"Now I see how much she's grown, how much she cares for my son, and how much she's willing to give up for him," He finishes lightly, the calm smile returning to his face. "Of course, that doesn't mean things won't change, especially in the near future, but as of right now, I like you a little more." He winks.

"What do you mean things might change--"

"I'm done!"

"AHHH!"

You're cut off by your boyfriend jumping on your back from behind and you both nearly fall over at the impact. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and gives your cheek a lingering kiss before laughing at your shocked form. "Got you." He says, eyes wrinkled happily.

"Prey time is over, Myeon." You mumble in embarrassment. His sudden burst of affection completely blew your question for his dad out of your mind. He wasn't normally this energetic! "Now that you pups are done hunting, can I finally get my beauty sleep? I'm so tired." You yawn, wanting to turn the attention away from you and somewhere else.

"Hey, I'm a grown man now, you can't call me a pup." Junmyeon frowns teasingly. At that, Yesung pretends to gag and goes inside, excusing himself ("I don't want to hear any more of this").

"Does it hurt your pride?" You coo, pulling away to face him. He's still frowning, so you poke his nose and laugh. "I can't help it when you act like a puppy, Myeonnie. Maybe act like a man and I'll treat you like one." You don't realize your words would affect him so much, or be taken the wrong way, so when he gasps and stumbles backwards, you widen your eyes in surprise. "Hey, are you okay?" You reach for him but he moves you back gently.

"Not now," He says hastily, red-faced. "Let's go to sleep." Worriedly, you nod and follow him back inside the house. His dad doesn't acknowledge your guys' presence, paying too much attention to the novel he's reading on the couch. When you're both up the stairs, it hits you.

His scent hits you like a train.

"The hell..?" You mumble, stopping and covering your nose. Junmyeon stops, too, glancing at you bashfully. "Is that you?" And the question is all too familiar to him. He's the only pine and rain smell you love. "Why are you..?"

"I'm sorry," He apologizes hastily, shaking his head one too many times. You didn't notice the smell before because of his shower. Whatever shampoo or body wash he was using was masking it, but in the house, without the wind, it fills your body and clogs your senses, making you dizzy. It's stronger than it's ever been before, and you stare at him with wide, confused eyes as he stares back. "The run was supposed to end it, but, I don't know what's happening." You see his eyes grow wet before he says, "I think something's wrong with me," and he runs into his bedroom.

"Junmyeon..!" You say frightfully, heading to his door to follow him, but he closes it on you. "Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine in the morning! Just sleep." He tells you through it. You really don't think he's okay, but there's nothing you can do if he won't let you, so you go to your room and shut the door, crawling back into bed feeling restless and irritable once more, but for a different reason.

You were fretting over Junmyeon's state of mind so much that you didn't realize how horny you had gotten. What the hell, you think to yourself. How did this happen? What triggered this change in atmosphere?

The rest of the night you spend tossing and turning, standing up and lying down, until finally, around 4:00 AM, Junmyeon's dad knocks on your door with his nose held shut by a clothes pin and suggests that you go home for the night. You don't fight him on it, knowing he'd have more knowledge than you're comfortable with about whatever's going on in your body, and since you had packed your things up earlier, you make a swift leave to the comfort of your house. There, you finally get some sleep.

(Present time...)

"So in lamens terms, mating season is when we get super horny and have babies." You deadpan, much to Junmyeon's discomfort two days later. You finally got to see him, since his dad had strictly banned you anywhere from three yards of their home with no explanation.

"You don't have to word it like that..." He murmurs, blushing a deep red and looking away shyly. "It's supposed to be intimate and romantic and unifying, not wild and full of lust." He tells you.

"It didn't feel very romantic and unifying a few nights ago," You point out. "Everything I felt then felt completely wild and full of lust." You say, using his words in quotations.

"Well, that was because..." He shakes his head, turning red again. "I was in heat. Again, because of you." He confesses, but this confuses you.

"I thought you said you could handle being in heat around me, though?" You quip, tilting your head.

"I thought so, but it was never that intense before." He admits. "I was... a unique case then. My dad said he's never seen it before." That didn't mean much to you, but you know it means a lot to Junmyeon because he looks at you with wide eyes as he continues. "Dad threatened to throw me in the ocean, did you know?" He asks you. "He said it might give me a salty smell and ruin any scent I might make." You begin to laugh, and he looks bashful. "Then I told him that you smell like the ocean, and he just left me by myself after that."

"God, you're cheesy." You cringe, giggling at him. "But I still don't quite understand how you were a unique case?" He sits there quietly for a moment, pondering something, and for a moment you think that this is going to be another thing that the werewolves would leave you out on.

But he asks you, "Remember back in December, when I told you you jump-started mating season?" When you nod, he keeps going. "Thing is, mating season is supposed to last a month, at most. Mine didn't go away in January, though." He shrugs, leaning slowly to the side until he's leaning on the arm rest of his couch. "Or February, or March, or the beginning of April."

"That doesn't sound right." You comment, and he nods.

"That's why I thought something was wrong with me." He confesses, bringing up what he said a while back. "I thought it would never end. I was scared that I'd be forever horny, forever unsatisfied until I got what my body wanted." He tells you honestly, and you appreciate it. Surprisingly, it doesn't make you uncomfortable like you thought it would. "But, my dad brought a werewolf in from another village and she did some spell thing on me. I was asleep the entire time, but whatever she did, it ended it." He concludes, looking at you for a reaction.

You genuinely don't know what to say first, though. Along with the new information about werewolves and mating season, you're also taking in Junmyeon's worries and fears about himself. "So it's over now?" You ask dumbly, and he nods. "You're..." You start, looking down at your hands. "A lot stronger than I am, Junmyeon." You admit to him, and you feel him listening to your every word. It makes you shy, and your face gets hot, but you continue. "I still feel bad for shouting at you in Heechul's car. It was completely uncalled for on my part--"

"I told you to forget about that." He cuts you off. You look up at him. Junmyeon doesn't cut you off unless he's serious about something. "I don't want you feeling bad about something in the past. We've moved past it." He tells you, shifting so that he's leaning against you instead of the armrest.

"I know, but... how can I not when you show so much self control during your heat, and I can barely handle myself when you tease me?" You flush, covering your face, mortified at yourself for saying it out loud.

And Junmyeon laughs at you.

The prick laughs.

"_____, I'm not stronger than you at all." He tells you, grabbing your wrists and shaking you lightly. "Look at me, babe," He says softly, smiling. When you do, his smile broadens. "All those times I pulled away from you, I almost didn't." He says truthfully. "You have a different, maybe meaner, way of going about it," He chuckles, "But I'm just as bad, if you ask me."

"Whatever," You say shyly, rolling your eyes at his mushiness and looking away.

"Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something related to this." He begins quietly. "I've been wanting to for a while, but I was too nervous about what you'd say." He confesses.

"You still sound nervous." You point out.

"I am." He agrees.

There's a pregnant silence, and then he interlaces your hand in his, before bringing it up and kissing your fingers. "I love you more than anything in this life, _____." He whispers. "And... you just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, but I have to ask now or else I might go crazy with fear." You weren't sure where this conversation was going, but when he says "fear", it makes you nervous. Why would he be scared? What is so pressing that he has to talk about it? "Do you know how old my dad is?" He says out of the blue.

"Um," You stammer, unsure of how this relates. "No, but he looks in his late thirties, early forties." You tell him.

Junmyeon nods, "That's what he's supposed to look like." He says. "But no, my dad is almost two hundred years old." You don't mean to, but your jaw drops before you can stop it.

"What? No way!" You exclaim. "He looks my dad's age!" You utter in amazement. "He needs to show me whatever face cream he uses to look that young." You laugh, and though Junmyeon smiles at your comment, he doesn't get off topic.

"He doesn't use any products," He says, "That's how werewolves age. By the time your dad is my dad's age, if he even gets that old, my dad will probably look in his mid-fifties." And, these words hit you somewhere deep inside, because you finally understand what he's trying to tell you.

"So, in other words, I'll be an old lady one day and you'll still look young." You say quietly. Saying it out loud is more shocking than thinking it, and you feel your throat tighten anxiously as you look him in the eye. "You'll still like me if I'm wrinkly, won't you?" You ask him insecurely, and he chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head at himself and pulling you against him.

"I'll love you until the day I die, and even after I will still think you are the most beautiful woman I've ever layed eyes upon." He romanticizes. "But... there's a way you won't have to worry about our lifespans." He adds unsurely, maintaining eye contact. "A ritual, to be exact."

And, in the few seconds of silence you share, you're suddenly hit with the memory of your dad talking to one of the villagers, in the week you first moved to this place.

"You know, there's a rumor that this village is cursed." They said. "If you wander off on that side of the forest, you'll get stolen by a wolf and be turned into one yourself."

"Heh," You breathe in disbelief. "I-I don't compute, Myeon." You say, thinking he must mean something else. "Surely you don't mean I become a werewolf, do you?"

"Does the idea scare you?" He questions, and you swallow thickly before shaking your head.

"It's just... change." You confess, looking out the window and into the forest. It feels like yesterday that you first entered it to prank your neighbors. "I made fun of the villagers for believing in that, you know?" You ask him, avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah, your dad told my dad, and my dad told me, because he didn't want me associating with a," He bends his fingers into quotation marks, "Reckless, selfish, borderline rude, and most of all ignorant girl."

"Your dad literally told me this the other night." You scoff, remembering the moment. "He was throwing insult after insult at me," You complain.

"But he likes you now." Junmyeon counters.

"He told me that, too." You nod. You hadn't meant to change the subject, so, apologetically, you bring it back on course. "But... how could I possibly become a werewolf?" You ask, unable to imagine a method other than being born one.

"It's like what vampires do," Junmyeon explains. "Except, I don't drink your blood, you drink mine."

"What does all this have to do with you being in heat, again?" You say, since Junmyeon tied it to mating season primarily.

"In order for the ritual to happen, it needs to be during our mating season because... well, we need to consummate." Junmyeon fidgets, getting nervous again and playing with your fingers. "But if you become a werewolf, then we can grow old together, at the same time." He promises, squeezing your hand gently. "I can't imagine anything more perfect than living my entire life with you, _____. Don't you feel the same?"

Junmyeon knows you do, he feels your emotions exuding from your form, and this close, he can smell it, too, mixed in with your ocean and fruit scent. "I do," You breathe in, not believing you're saying this, "When did you want to go through with this?"

"Whenever you're ready, if you ever are." Junmyeon replies, and the way he smiles, you know he means it whole-heartedly. He doesn't want to force you into anything you don't want to do, even though he aches for it. "We can do it next mating season, the one after, or never. It all depends on you."

"Ughhhh," You groan, covering your face again stressfully. "So much to think about, Myeon. Thanks for dropping the bombshell on me." You joke, but you kind of mean it. "When's next mating season?" You ask him, holding your breath.

"Mine is normally in March." He nudges your shoulder with his. "This year's case was weird, though. As long as it doesn't happen again, it should be then." You nod silently, thinking about this hard. Why were you so hesitant? You obviously want this as much as he does, but something is holding you back. Maybe it's because of how you viewed the werewolves initially. Even after Junmyeon shifted for you, it took a while for you to get used to the idea that your boyfriend was half wolf. Your little sister didn't even know about all this, because your dad wanted to keep her ignorance as much as possible. Is that what you were afraid of? That she'd look at you differently if you changed?

"You don't have to decide right now, love," Junmyeon tells you, sensing your chaotic mind. He reaches up with his free hand and moves your hair out of your face carefully, like you were glass. "We have time ahead of us. Take as long as you need to think about it." He says, kissing your temple sweetly.

"I'm sorry," You apologize, wishing you could give him an immediate answer. He understands, though, and he knows you know that, so he doesn't have to say it. "I'll give you an answer tonight."

"Don't force yourself." He warns, but you shake your head at him.

"No, I just need to find something out beforehand. There's only one thing holding me back from doing this with you." You tell him, looking into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Is it your family?" He questions, knowing you too well.

"Yeah." You murmur.

"I already talked to your dad about it." Junmyeon says reassuringly, running his thumb over your knuckles. "He said he's fine with it as long as you are."

"My dad did?" You ask him in disbelief. "I'm shocked."

"I was, too." Junmyeon concurs, smirking a little. "Until I found out my dad talked to him about it before I did."

"Your dad did?" You gape, even more surprised than before. "How come everyone seems to know about things before I do?" You cross your arms, pulling your hand away from his and frowning. "That has to change. I hate being in the dark."

"I didn't know about half this stuff until a few months ago, _____. You're not the only one." When you look at him doubtfully, he elaborates. "The tribe takes its time teaching the younger members, in case they decide to go rogue or disband." Junmyeon explains. "I immediately asked your dad about it after my dad told me it was a thing, only to find out they already had the conversation."

"What about my sister?" You ask, but already suspect the answer is no. "Does she know yet?"

"I don't think so, unless you or your dad told her." Junmyeon muses.

"So, no." You conclude, sighing. "I want to talk to her about it first." You glance up at him, "Is that okay?" Your wolf boy smiles at you before leaning down to give you a short but sweet kiss. Junmyeon didn't expect this conversation to go so well, not even in his wildest dreams. He was practically gushing happy vibes at you, making you grin just as much as he was.

"Of course it is." He replies elatedly.

"Can I come in?" You knock on your little sister's door at home, knowing she was in there because your dad told you so.

"Sure," You hear her call, and you enter, only to stop in the doorway in surprise. A boy sat next to her on the floor, where they were on their phones and what looks like sharing a bag of chips. He looks up at you, looks at your sister, then tells her he should be heading home before excusing himself and awkwardly leaving the room without looking at you again.

"Who was that?" You ask her curiously after shutting the door behind him.

"Speaking of you not talking to me enough since we moved here," She changes the subject, putting down her phone and patting the spot next to her. "Why the sudden attention? Or do you just need to ask me for help with your boyfriend?" She was obviously trying to make you feel guilty, and it was working.

"I'm sorry," You tell her sincerely, leaning against the door instead of going over. You feel like she's right. You have been spending all your free time with Junmyeon, instead of with her. In the city, you at least planned out days where you'd hang out, just the two of you. Nowadays, it's been Junmyeon, Junmyeon, and Junmyeon again. "And you didn't answer my question."

"You didn't answer mine, either." She raises an eyebrow at you testily. After a short, tense silence, she pats the spot next to her again. "Well don't be a stranger." She says. "Sit down already."

"Right." You pad over beside her before taking the spot the boy was sitting in, watching her closely. She looks at you just as intensely, before picking up her phone again.

"His name is Sehun." She says. "He's my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" You reiterate, horrified. She's just a baby in your eyes! How can she possibly have a romantic partner? Then again... you had your first boyfriend around her age. Thank goodness that never worked out. "Since when?" You ask her, trying to be a good, engaged sister.

"Around the same time you started dating yours, a little after, though." She tells you, scrolling through her social media and liking a few posts before continuing. "There are only so many teenagers in this village, we were bound to meet eventually. When we did, we hit it off really well."

"How come I never heard about this?" You laugh, happy for her but surprised as well.

"You didn't tell me when you got a boyfriend." She wrinkles her nose, looking at you in offense. "I found out through dad."

"Oh.." You look away from her eyes, unable to look at her without feeling bad. "About that, I actually did want to talk to you about him..."

"Go ahead, hit me. I'm sure nothing will shock me." She gasps suddenly, "Wait, don't tell me you're already pregnant." Before you can defend yourself and say that's not the case, she starts smacking your arm in disgust. "Nasty!" She exclaims, "Where'd my sister go? Bring her back!" She demands.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm not pregnant, would you stop?" You grab her wrists, forcing her to stop and listen. Blushing, she pulls her arms back and goes back to her phone like nothing happened.

"I didn't really think so." She tells you. "I just wanted to hit you because I was mad it took you so long to come and talk to me."

"Of course it was that." You sigh, rubbing your shoulder. When did she get so strong?

"So tell me whatever you wanted to, I'm listening for reals this time." She says, and for the first time, you think that maybe this isn't the right idea. Maybe your dad is right in thinking that her innocence should be preserved. But, you need to know how she feels about the topic in order to give Junmyeon your answer.

"My boyfriend is a werewolf." You finally confess.

"Okay." She replies.

"Huh?"

She looks at you when she feels you gawking at her. "I said, 'okay.'" She repeats, looking annoyed that you didn't hear her the first time.

"I know, I mean, that's it?" You ask her. "Where's the 'you're crazy' or 'are you kidding me?'"

"I believe you, though." She says. "My boyfriend's a werewolf, too." This time, she looks at you for a reaction, and you darn well give her one.

"Did I hear you right?" You laugh in disbelief. "That kid who walked by me is a werewolf?" She nods, and you wonder just how many of the villagers here were part of this tribe. "Well, I wanted to know how you felt about having a sibling who was a werewolf." Her eyes light up excitedly at this.

"Are you getting married to Junmyeon? Will he be my brother-in-law?" She wonders, and you flush at her accusation, though her enthusiasm for a future marriage makes you happy.

"I meant, how would you feel if I was a werewolf, too?" This makes her pause.

"Do you mean...?" She mumbles, setting her phone down again. "Are you doing the Conversion Ritual?" Damn, you didn't even know the thing had a name.

"How do you know so much about everything?" You ask her, before remembering she had a werewolf boyfriend of her own. "Has Sehun been telling you about these things?" Then, an idea hits you. "Are you two mates?"

The word makes a deep red creep into her cheeks, and she lets out an embarrassed breath of air before looking at her lap shyly. "We think so." She admits. "But he said his parents never talk about what it's like to have a mate, only that he'd know when he found his." She looks at you with helpless eyes, and you know she's in love with this boy. "He said he thinks it's me."

"How lucky is it that both of our mates were in this village?" You ask her, grinning and hugging her joyously. You're happy that, even though you're really late, you get to talk to your sister openly about this kind of thing with her feeling open to everything. "Does Dad know you're dating him?" You ask, realizing that he still thinks she's clueless to the existence of werewolves.

"No," She shakes her head, looking nervous about it. "I tell him we're just friends."

"Like he believes that." You deadpan. "Dad's not dumb."

"Well, he hasn't called me out on it, then, so I'm safe." She rolls her eyes. "And to answer your question, no, I have no problem with you becoming a werewolf. I don't even know why you felt the need to ask me about it." She tells you honestly. "Sehun said that's what most human mates do to live longer with their partner anyway, and," She pauses, blushing, "That's what I was gonna do when I got older."

"Oh, ew," You pretend to gag, not wanting to imagine your little, pure, supposed-to-be-innocent sister doing inappropriate things with a boy you just learned about. "Okay, that's enough talk about this ritual thing." You say when she laughs, but smile at her anyway. "I'm happy you're fine with it, though." You tell her, leaning your head back on her bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"When are you doing it?" She quips, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement.

"Next March, probably." You tell her, flushing at the idea of Junmyeon and you getting so intimate. So far, the only things you two have done is cuddle and kiss. The farthest you two have gone together is you accidentally playing with his nipples (another story for another time).

You tilt your head to the side to look at your sister. "Do you know what he told me?" You ask her.

"What?" She scoots closer, a smile growing on her face to match the one on yours.

"He said, 'I can't imagine anything more perfect than living my entire life with you, _____.'" You squeal, being the girliest you've ever been in your life. It makes you both giggle, because you both know it's out of character for you.

"He sounds cringy." Your sister laughs.

"He is sometimes, but I love it." You laugh back.

(10 months later...)

"You know we don't have to do this yet, right?" Junmyeon asks you for the nth time, even though you're already at the river. "We can wait until next mating season, or the next, or maybe a few years down the road if you want--"

"Myeon," You interrupt him, hugging his waist tightly and laying your head on his chest. "I want this today. We've been waiting so long for this."

"I know," He says, hugging you back. "But I want to make sure you're sure--" He had led you through the forest, explaining how you both needed to cross the river and keep going a few miles through the next forest until you reached a clearing, hidden by a canopy of leaves. He said that is where the Conversion Ritual took place, for all the nearby packs, because it's secluded, private, and right in the middle of nature.

"I'm sure." You cut him off again, smiling up at him. And, finally, he lets himself believe you. He leans forward slightly to kiss you, but you move back. "Not yet," You warn him. "If you kiss me now, I won't be able to help myself." This makes him chuckle, but he nods in agreement and you two finish setting up the row boat before climbing into it.

You had left around noon, and by the time you crossed the river to the other side, it was mid-afternoon. You'd gotten a great deal of experience in traveling through trees since you started dating Junmyeon, but this trek was making you tired. Junmyeon promised you two were almost there around 6:00 PM, and you finally arrived half an hour after that.

Junmyeon's hand is in yours as he leads you through a thicket of thrush, and then you enter the prettiest place you've ever seen in your life. When he said "clearing", he didn't explain how wordlessly beautiful it was. The trees indeed were tall enough to make a canopy over the top, giving the area a perfect amount of shade and shelter. There was lush green grass on one side and a pool of water on the other. Junmyeon led you to the rocks beside the water, sitting down and waiting for you to do the same.

"First," He instructs when you're squatting by his side. "We wash our faces, to wash away our pasts and prepare for a new future together." He says, cupping some water into his hand and splashing it onto his face. You do the same, following his every move. "Then, we make an oath, to promise each other that we will faithfully be with one another until the day we die." This entire time, you can feel how Junmyeon feels more strongly than ever before. He's not overwhelming you with joy or excitement, though. He's giving off a steady wave of contentment. He's content being here with you. It's all he's ever wanted.

"How do we do that?" You ask quietly, feeling ignorant and shy all of a sudden.

"We just feel it." He says, and when he does, you do. You feel him feel it, too. "And then you choose a spot where you're most comfortable." He shrugs when he's satisfied with feeling. "I brought some blankets if you want those."

"Please," You laugh, not exactly being a full child of nature yet. On the grassy area, Junmyeon flattens out the cotton sheets and beckons you over. Your heart is racing, thinking this is finally it, but when he takes your hand he simply pulls you in for a hug. You hug him back silently, not saying anything out of confusion, when he chuckles.

"What are you waiting for?" Based on the facial expression he's making, you know he's being serious. Your face heats up because you're ashamed you were only thinking about doing the deed when he was obviously not.

"I just.. I thought we came here to--" You stammer, and Junmyeon starts laughing super hard, barely able to keep his grip on you as he throws his head back. "Myeon..!" You exclaim in embarrassment, burying your face in his shirt to hide your reddening face. He's still chuckling when you feel his hand snake around your waist, pulling you closer against him.

"_____, what kind of guy do you think I am?" He asks you, running his fingers through your locks gently. His hand is so warm and comforting on your head, but your heart still beat erratically. The thought was already in your head, and it wasn't going to leave it any time soon. "_____..." Junmyeon's voice is soft, his breathe fanning over your hair lightly. "I won't do anything until we're ready for this. We can even leave tonight and come back another time if we're not up for it."

For the most part you're content with just being with him like this; existing in a secluded space, entangled in each other's arms... but a small part of you is burning with a fire deep in your core, growing steadily stronger the longer you inhale his scent. "I'm up for it." You tell him surely, but don't need to. He can smell it on you, the lust you're feeling, and it's making his hair stand on end. Finally, you pull your head back to look at him, your eyes half lidded and your lips parted slightly. "Junmyeon..." You murmur, and he smiles softly at you, pecking your forehead sweetly before kissing your lips.

"Okay," He whispers, carefully leaning forwards until you're on your back. The blanket he brought is malleable on the grass, your form sinking into it and imprinting. "Okay," He repeats, his fingers curling around the hem of your shirt. He pauses there, staring at his hands quietly and you blink up at him, waiting.

"Okay?" You ask him, the edge of your mouth twitching upwards in a shy giggle. Junmyeon returns a breathtaking smile, cupping your cheek and leaning down slowly to meet your lips.

"Okay."

"Do you really have to ask me that the moment we wake? It's a mood-breaker." Junmyeon rolls his eyes dramatically, exhaling briskly.

"Sorry!! It just popped in my mind and I'll forever be anxious until I know for sure." You whine, shaking his bare shoulders worriedly.

"Orrrrrr you could wait it out and get your answer that way." He sniggers, his nose scrunching up with his grin.

"No," You complain, smiling despite yourself. His good mood is so contagious. "Please, just tell me if I'll get impregnated or not, I don't want to go home and tell my dad he'll be a grandpa in a year." You say, biting your bottom lip when your mate finally meets your eyes.

"Don't worry," Junmyeon says, lifting his hand to pet your hair. You snuggle up to him under the spare sheet he pulled out last night when the moon was high above the canopies. "It doesn't happen the first time. Pups come later."

"Pups?" Of course, why did the word surprise you? You are a werewolf now, just like your werewolf boyfriend. Junmyeon smiles endearingly at your reaction and makes a wave of warmth spread through your body. "I do want them." You blurt, and Junmyeon waits curiously for you to continue. "I do want pups with you, just not now." You say, not sure if he was worried about it or not.

"Me too." He agrees, puckering his lips cutely. You giggle at it and kiss them, before he suddenly bear hugs you and sits up. "Myeon?!" You yelp, startled by his action.

"I love you." He tells you lightly, kissing you again. "I can never tell you enough." You hate how you were never one to express your emotions like he does (really mushy), but you hope you'll be able to learn how to the longer you spend time together. Since you're part wolf now, time is on your side. At the moment though, you settle on getting flustered and blushing.

"You goof." You mutter, leaning your forehead against his.

(The End.)

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A/N: Thank you guys for supporting this short story so much, I really enjoyed creating a world like this, since it's not a genre I normally write for (werewolf, I mean). I just had to write this (despite me not supposed to be writing because it strains my fracture but heheheh whatever). <3 I hope you enjoyed!

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